[[AU]] Homophobia

[downwithmyship]

Jack stayed the night in the Lounge for Hunter's sake. He's been waiting for his giant to show up. The shine hasn't worn off the thrill of letting the young man fuck him. It's early yet, though Jack is impatient. Still, it surprises him when there's a knock at the door. Hunter is certainly chivalrous enough to knock when he knows damn well he's

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[shooting_blind]

Instead of the tall heroic redhead stands a much shorter dark haired beauty. Saturday's black eyes travel from Jack's face all the way down and back up again- taking his time. His face never changes. He wears a small pleasant smile and is carrying a plastic bag. It's not empty.
"Hi, neighbor. I ummm... came bearing gifts."
He leans his shoulder and head against the doorjam. Saturday looks adorable, but he's just keeping Jack from shutting the door. As much fun as it would be to break down the door it's also loud. And apparently Jack has company coming. This might not be the best time.

"I was having this real bad day when we met. You know. One of those nexus days."
He talks like he has all he time in the world. Sat holds up the bag with one hand and twisting it closed with the other.
"I wanted to bring you something. A present. Can I come in?"

[downwithmyship]

"What bloody 'sickness'? 'M not sick! An' 'm rarely aroused by crude, mad, bastard's fondling m'bits with no skill, experience or intent. Try t'be less despised. Helps get a rise from yer men with more regularity, ya'll find."

Jack huffs. He'll not only be dealing with torture, but also this son of a bitch's ignorance? He wonders if he shouldn't have just let the poison kill him. How far are they? Just down the hall? Let's see how this scurvy wet shit fairs against the glowing.

"HUNTER!!"
Jack doubts he'll get more than one good scream for help out.

[shooting_blind]

See? He's learning a lot already. He's made a check list in his head as Jack insults him. Lack of skill, experience, and intent. Be less despised. He'll try all of those things, one by one.

Weather or not Hunter would give him a run for his money is yet to be seen. Saturday rolls his black eyes (it's impossible to tell when he's doing this except maybe in the eyebrows) and stands up. He answers Jack's screaming with utter boredom, hardly bothering.
"Please. Don't. Stop."

Sat walks off, letting Jack get it out of his system. From the wall he pushes a cart to the pirate with several cords and wires plugged into the socket. It's covered in a white sheet and comes up to waist level. The wheels squeak.
"Please... Don't do this... I'm so afraid. Why wont you stop screaming?"

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A few more shouts when he isn't stopped, but soon Saturday's lack of concern quiets Jack. There's clearly no hope of anyone hearing. He hangs his head, infuriated by his double's mocking tone.

Jack looks up with a start when the cart is shoved over at him. The cords don't mean as much to the pirate as it might to someone else. However, he knows it means nothing good. His eyes widen in mixed fear and confusion. His mouth is dry and tense as he feels the urge to ask 'why' again and again but knows it's pointless.

"...what in hell...."
He mutters, almost exclusively to himself. Jack doesn't understand the situation enough. It's maddening. If he knew Saturday better or knew why this was happening, maybe then he could find a way out. For now...there's nothing.

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The sheet is pulled off in a flourish. Instead of some sharp and deadly traditional torture device- Jack is looking at a series of monitors showing the different rooms of his apartment as well as the hallway leading to it. Obviously Saturday has been there before. It's easy when Jack is on the ship so often.

There is no sound. Hunter sits in the hall with his back to Jack's front door. He's doing something with his hands but it's difficult to tell because of the downward angle. Saturday doesn't stay near when the sheet is pulled because even someone that knows and understand soundproofing would keep trying. Jack is starting to hurt his ears.

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When nothing happens either way Jack continues to try to yell. That's only until the sheet is pulled back, though. Then there's a brief few moments of silence while he tries to figure out what's going on. Then there's yelling again. Screaming for Hunter who can't hear him. Trying to warn the man, though he has no idea what he's warning him of. Trying to have himself saved. He eventually calms somewhat and just stares.

"Whot is this? He'll look fer me, you realize. He will. Whot's going on?"

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"Maybe. Or find something else. Maybe settle for Sam. There's no shortage of men with our face, I've found. Our body. Do you think he cares about the little differences or that he's sooo in love with you that he'll look forever?"
In this case, it's Saturday who doesn't know the whole story. He's talking about a damn fairy tale. Hunter will hunt for Jack. Forever.
"You ask too many questions."

When Saturday comes back into Jack's view he's carrying a straight razor.
"You've been detained for crimes against nature. You are being questioned. That is why and what. Are you finally satisfied?"

[downwithmyship]

Hunter will look for him. Jack knows it. He'll search until he grows old and grey and be renewed completely when he finds Jack again. Jack understands fairytales. He comes close to being one. He tries, often, to pretend he's too mature to have this kind of understanding, but some part of him will always be a child and that part, the pure heart of him, knows the truth about his giant. He would never 'settle' for someone else.

The razor makes Jack tense. His heart feels like it's afraid to beat. When he draws breath again, his chest heaves with each.
"Yer out of yer bloody mind!"
He's committed plenty of crimes. Sex is not one of them in Jack's mind.

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"I'm really not."
Saturday pinches one of the braids of Jack's beard between his thumb and pointer- then slices it clean off. He puts it in a tiny white box on one of the monitors, making a face.
"We'll just have to keep your boyfriend interested."

The other braid is detached the same way and afterward the razor is folded up, tucked in his back pocket, and Saturday closes the box. He sits down on the floor, pulling a ribbon out of his other pocket to wrap it up nice and pretty.
"I'm more familiar with women. It's best to start slow with them. Make things tidy and delicate. Men don't mind a lack of foreplay, but we'll play this out just the same. Start him off with something soft and wait to give him your dick until the very end. The box that goes in is much bigger. I made assumptions on the size."

[downwithmyship]

Jack snarls at having his beard cut away. Saturday surely knows how long that took to grow. It's a good strong message the agent is sending. It certainly serves to give Jack an idea of what he's in for. There's little he can do to stop any of it, right now, but he knows his best bet is to keep Saturday interested in it. As long as the man wants to keep this up, he can't do anything that would kill Jack or make Hunter believe he had. Once he loses interest, Jack is doomed and he knows it.

"Fuck you."
It's one of the sayings he picked up from Sands. It's so concise and fitting for this sort of situation. Normally, Jack would only say it to amuse his twin, but it seems right at the moment.

If Jack had even been remotely hard, he wouldn't be now. His balls feel as if they're trying to retreat into the safety of his ribcage.

[shooting_blind]

"Lovely."
Language like that will get him nowhere.

The chair beside Jack is brought a bit in front of him. Saturday sits down. Jack can still see the monitors as Sat begins to touch him. Petting his hair again, stroking his cheek, and rubbing the pad of his thumb against Jack's lips.
"Who is the woman you live with? The one with the lips."

Bethany comes into the monitor now. She talks to Hunter for a bit and then uses her own key to get inside Jack's apartment. She had one made. Beth thought it better not to ask first.
She goes from tv to tv looking for Jack.
"Is that your wife? Are one of those rings for her?"
Saturday still has his back to the tvs and is asking about Pearl.

[downwithmyship]

Jack's interest is with the images on the screen, not with Saturday. The man's stroking and touching is ignored, for the most part. It's annoying and unsettling, not sexy. Jack just winces, jerks and hisses almost passively while he tries to interpret every detail of what's happening in his own apartment.

"Eh? No. No, she's not m'wife."
It's true. She's as much or more to Jack than a wife. Still, he sees no reason to give Saturday any more information about anything than he has to. He doesn't want to see Pearl hurt as well. He's never been able to stomach seeing her hurt.
"None of m'rings are 'ers."
One is Hector's and one was stolen from Tia Dalma. Pearl, however, has some of Jack's beads.

He wonders where Bethany got the key. He hopes she and Hunter can find him.

[shooting_blind]

Saturday turns to give the monitors a glance just in case that pleading hopeful expression on Jack's face is Hunter standing right outside their door. Though Jack would be screaming his head off if that were the case.

He watches Bethany standing with Hunter nearby and her cell phone to her ear. Then both of them go into another room to find said cell phone along with Jack's compass and weapons.
Saturday pulls the screens closer.
"Oops. The jig is up. Who is that one?"
He points to Bethany. He's seen her but hasn't yet figured out what she does.

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The quickness with which Bethany assesses that Jack is missing makes the pirate smile a little. He can't help it. Hope will do that to a person. He wonders how soon they'll find him. Soon, he hopes.

Jack looks over at Saturday. This question seems safe enough. There's not much the man can hurt him with or find out by knowing he has an assistant.

"Bethany. M'personal assistant."
He grins, smug and sure. Surely Sat hadn't counted on Jack having a clever personal assistant. No, this will be a definite wrench in the man's plans!

[shooting_blind]

"You're kidding."
No, he certainly didn't expect his filthy gay mark to have a PA. He's not entirely sure that Jack isn't fucking with him right now. But every time he's seen Bethany she's been looking very professional. He was thinking high class hooker. That alone was strange enough. But what hooker carried around a leather bound appointment book? No, PA fits.
"That's dash clever of you, old chap!"

Bethany is on her way to the ship with Jack's cell phone. First they see her scoot Hunter back out into the hallway and take a minute or two to look for a hiding spot for Jack's valuables. Now that Hunter knows they aren't on Jack's person, she doesn't know him well enough to leave them about.
Hunter is left out in the hallway, but now the giant looks less bored and more agitated. Saturday loses interest in this and pushes the screen away.

"Back to us."
He goes behind Jack and begins taking off the man's rings. The first time Jack tries to close his hand to stop it Saturday instantly breaks the man's pinky finger.

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"She was a gift."
And that's all Saturday gets to know about that. Jack has a PA and she was a gift from someone. He figures it will help keep this all interesting.

He glares heatedly when the screens are pushed away. Jack was watching that, even if Sat wasn't. He wants to know what Hunter does next. He wants to know if he gets back inside, or if Pearl shows up. Damn it, knowing it's right there and that he can't watch is maddening.

Of course, nothing distracts from a minor annoyance like having your smallest finger snapped like a twig. Jack shrieks and nearly topples the chair. It brings tears to his eyes.
"Augh...gods...Nnngh."
He hisses between his teeth and holds very still. It wasn't even an attempt to save the rings. It was just a reflex.