The One Place Jack Sparrow Fears
Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Characters: Jack, Tia Dalma, Jack Sparrow, Mr. Gibbs Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack has a failure.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean
Previous Chapter: The Two Jacks Meet
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
The One Place Jack Sparrow Fears
“Is it true?” Jack questioned, having cornered the other captain on the deck.
“Yes, it is that long,” the pirate replied with a smirk.
“No, that you want to live forever,” spat Harkness with fire in his blue eyes.
“Who wouldn’t?” Sparrow remarked, “See the world, the women, the men…”
“And you fall in love, might even marry except instead of growing old together, you have to watch in agony as they do and they die,” the leader of Torchwood told him, “and you vow never to love again but that’s worse than being in love because you can’t let anyone close to you, never let anyone know the real you and you get lonely, terribly lonely so you meet someone and let them in and the whole bloody cycle begins again…”
Sparrow’s composure only wavered for a moment before arguing, “I only need to live with myself.”
“But that’s all you would have,” Harkness hissed, inches from his face, “yourself…forever!”
“Back off, mate!” cried the pirate with equal fervor. They stood face to face; breathing deeply from how upset they got. Then, the former time agent bridged the gap and kissed him. At first, Sparrow hesitated but then, his hands rested on Harkness’ chest, leading him towards his cabin. There was a pause when the door to the cabin was opened and the shorter man asked, “Your kiss seems familiar, have I kissed you before?”
Harkness was tempted to ask, ‘How drunk are you?’ Instead, he said, “I can almost promise you we haven’t.” That was the first night that Harkness slept in the captain’s bed instead of a hammock. Six weeks passed in which they had done almost everything imaginable; everything but that. He wasn’t quite sure why it hadn’t happened. It just hadn’t. The pirate placed his lips around the time agent’s cock, licking his tongue at the tip and sliding down its length until he was struggling not to come. This was when Sparrow stopped.
“No!” Harkness complained while the other man touched himself.
“I want you inside me tonight, savvy?” the pirate confirmed, leaning over to take a bottle of oil and spreading it over taller man’s cock. Something strange was happening to the leader of Torchwood as the ship captain turned around for penetration. The easy thing would be to thrust, but…he didn’t want to. He pressed his cock to the rim and couldn’t. What was going on? This had never happened before. His orgasm came before he could think anymore, leaving a limp dick behind and Sparrow had been unsatisfied, He, Captain Jack Harkness, had had…a failure.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark and the pirate’s disappointed face, “I don’t know…this has never happened to me before…and…”
It kept coming back to Ianto. It was the only explanation. He knew he loved Ianto in that easy way of telling him without having to use the “L” word when he couldn’t think of anything else to say, when it was apparent that he pissed him off or when Ianto surprised him in a good way but now, it seemed like there was a different kind of love altogether that he’d never experienced before where he wanted to put Ianto’s needs ahead of his wants and he didn’t want to fuck other people. This was strange.
“Back to the hammock then,” Harkness guessed, assuming that Sparrow would have no further use for him. However, the pirate just shrugged, saying, “Something is better than nothing, luv.”
Maybe it had been the distraction from everything that happened. When he had the wind whistling through his hair and the sea in all directions, he could almost forget about all those deaths in the dirt, Owen’s death, Tosh’s death, the buildings gone, how much he, Ianto and Gwen had been hurting…but he was coming back the same night he was taken, he would not abandon them.
More weeks passed in which he was tempted to undo the leather strap covering his wrist-strap and leave, but best not to upset a Goddess. Although apparently, he’d already done so...
“What did you do to her, mate?” the pirate asked one night, “Tia Dalma suggests bedding of everyone she meets ‘cept you and the last to meet with her temper like that had imprisoned her for a century or so.”
“I don’t know, I think I’d remember someone like her,” Harkness spoke, “Where’s she from?”
“Never been much for explanatory telling…” Sparrow answered, thoughtful, “One of the legends suggest she was taken from her home as a babe while others say she comes from the sea.”
“But the truth?” the former time agent questioned, his arms crossing without his realizing it.
“Truth depends on the teller,” the pirate replied, but after a glare added, “Heard her in her sleep once, asking for her mummy.”
Something clicked in the far recesses’ of Harkness’ brain and he felt ill. The hard tack and grog rose up in him and he just made it past the doors and to the side of the ship before throwing up his evening’s rations. His fingers picked at the leather to get at the wrist-strap, but he didn’t want it like that. It would be sweeter in person so for now, he wouldn’t let her know that he sorted it out. Why had it taken so long? However, he couldn’t see her again until they reached World’s End. He walked back into the cabin, inquiring, “How much longer until we reach where she wants us to?”
“Any day,” Sparrow answered, “We’re getting lost now.” Harkness tried to shake off the chill of the air and that statement.
Things became strange after that, the large icebergs were replaced by a flat barren sea with the stars above so that sea and sky looked the same.
“What comes next?” asked Harkness to Sparrow who avoided his gaze and walked around a mast where the time agent met him.
“Something,” the pirate stated with shifty eyes. The taller man frowned.
“Death,” elaborated Mr. Gibbs, drinking from his never-ending flask. Sparrow looked over at his first mate with interest and a strong suspicion came over Harkness.
“You’ve never even been here, have you?”
“Not here, exactly, no,” he admitted, “but I was there and I have a map.”
The leader of Torchwood opened his mouth to say something, but a loud noise distracted them all. They ran to the bow of the ship to see that they were approaching a giant waterfall.
“We’re all going to die!” yelled their youngest crew member that had been hired right before Harkness joined them.
“Or some of us,” the man muttered, looking over the expanse. It really was like the old maps he’d seen where the world just ended. In the Alison galaxy, there really was a planet that was flat instead of round so you would fall off the edge if not for gravity, but here…he suspected it was another type of rift. He grabbed onto the ship’s railing, ready to face the plunge head-on. If he could hold onto the Tardis to the ends of the universe, then this should be no problem. Strange sounds and talking followed their descent. However, instead of being dashed to pieces, the ship simply righted itself at the bottom of the falls.
“This is some ship,” Harkness remarked to himself before catching something from the corner of his eye. Several of the crew members were kissing and caressing the ship, including Sparrow. He patted the dark wood, but wouldn’t go as far as to kiss it. More water stretched out in every direction but the sky was purple with hints of other colors. Real Earth had a phenomenon like that, the Aurora Borealis.
“Tia Dalma!” the pirate called, “Where are you? Calypso!”
Harkness realized where her names had come from and whispered to himself, “Kal lea ipspo.” The others looked around as though the young woman should just appear. However, he had a different idea and undid the leather covering so his wrist-strap showed.
“Tia,” he spoke into the Com function, “Tia, we’re here.”
Mr. Gibbs came over to him and the rest of the crew started to follow when his wrist-strap beeped. An image projected from it of the sometime Goddess. He tried to study every inch of her; looking for something familiar.
“You must travel to de Locker,” she commanded.
“NO!” Sparrow screamed and it was the only time he had seen actual anger from the pirate.
“Dere is a soul who does not belong…”
“I am never going back there,” the ship captain spat, “Will can release the souls. It’s his charge now.”
Rescue from the Locker
Characters: Jack, Tia Dalma, Jack Sparrow, Mr. Gibbs Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack has a failure.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean
Previous Chapter: The Two Jacks Meet
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
The One Place Jack Sparrow Fears
“Is it true?” Jack questioned, having cornered the other captain on the deck.
“Yes, it is that long,” the pirate replied with a smirk.
“No, that you want to live forever,” spat Harkness with fire in his blue eyes.
“Who wouldn’t?” Sparrow remarked, “See the world, the women, the men…”
“And you fall in love, might even marry except instead of growing old together, you have to watch in agony as they do and they die,” the leader of Torchwood told him, “and you vow never to love again but that’s worse than being in love because you can’t let anyone close to you, never let anyone know the real you and you get lonely, terribly lonely so you meet someone and let them in and the whole bloody cycle begins again…”
Sparrow’s composure only wavered for a moment before arguing, “I only need to live with myself.”
“But that’s all you would have,” Harkness hissed, inches from his face, “yourself…forever!”
“Back off, mate!” cried the pirate with equal fervor. They stood face to face; breathing deeply from how upset they got. Then, the former time agent bridged the gap and kissed him. At first, Sparrow hesitated but then, his hands rested on Harkness’ chest, leading him towards his cabin. There was a pause when the door to the cabin was opened and the shorter man asked, “Your kiss seems familiar, have I kissed you before?”
Harkness was tempted to ask, ‘How drunk are you?’ Instead, he said, “I can almost promise you we haven’t.” That was the first night that Harkness slept in the captain’s bed instead of a hammock. Six weeks passed in which they had done almost everything imaginable; everything but that. He wasn’t quite sure why it hadn’t happened. It just hadn’t. The pirate placed his lips around the time agent’s cock, licking his tongue at the tip and sliding down its length until he was struggling not to come. This was when Sparrow stopped.
“No!” Harkness complained while the other man touched himself.
“I want you inside me tonight, savvy?” the pirate confirmed, leaning over to take a bottle of oil and spreading it over taller man’s cock. Something strange was happening to the leader of Torchwood as the ship captain turned around for penetration. The easy thing would be to thrust, but…he didn’t want to. He pressed his cock to the rim and couldn’t. What was going on? This had never happened before. His orgasm came before he could think anymore, leaving a limp dick behind and Sparrow had been unsatisfied, He, Captain Jack Harkness, had had…a failure.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark and the pirate’s disappointed face, “I don’t know…this has never happened to me before…and…”
It kept coming back to Ianto. It was the only explanation. He knew he loved Ianto in that easy way of telling him without having to use the “L” word when he couldn’t think of anything else to say, when it was apparent that he pissed him off or when Ianto surprised him in a good way but now, it seemed like there was a different kind of love altogether that he’d never experienced before where he wanted to put Ianto’s needs ahead of his wants and he didn’t want to fuck other people. This was strange.
“Back to the hammock then,” Harkness guessed, assuming that Sparrow would have no further use for him. However, the pirate just shrugged, saying, “Something is better than nothing, luv.”
Maybe it had been the distraction from everything that happened. When he had the wind whistling through his hair and the sea in all directions, he could almost forget about all those deaths in the dirt, Owen’s death, Tosh’s death, the buildings gone, how much he, Ianto and Gwen had been hurting…but he was coming back the same night he was taken, he would not abandon them.
More weeks passed in which he was tempted to undo the leather strap covering his wrist-strap and leave, but best not to upset a Goddess. Although apparently, he’d already done so...
“What did you do to her, mate?” the pirate asked one night, “Tia Dalma suggests bedding of everyone she meets ‘cept you and the last to meet with her temper like that had imprisoned her for a century or so.”
“I don’t know, I think I’d remember someone like her,” Harkness spoke, “Where’s she from?”
“Never been much for explanatory telling…” Sparrow answered, thoughtful, “One of the legends suggest she was taken from her home as a babe while others say she comes from the sea.”
“But the truth?” the former time agent questioned, his arms crossing without his realizing it.
“Truth depends on the teller,” the pirate replied, but after a glare added, “Heard her in her sleep once, asking for her mummy.”
Something clicked in the far recesses’ of Harkness’ brain and he felt ill. The hard tack and grog rose up in him and he just made it past the doors and to the side of the ship before throwing up his evening’s rations. His fingers picked at the leather to get at the wrist-strap, but he didn’t want it like that. It would be sweeter in person so for now, he wouldn’t let her know that he sorted it out. Why had it taken so long? However, he couldn’t see her again until they reached World’s End. He walked back into the cabin, inquiring, “How much longer until we reach where she wants us to?”
“Any day,” Sparrow answered, “We’re getting lost now.” Harkness tried to shake off the chill of the air and that statement.
Things became strange after that, the large icebergs were replaced by a flat barren sea with the stars above so that sea and sky looked the same.
“What comes next?” asked Harkness to Sparrow who avoided his gaze and walked around a mast where the time agent met him.
“Something,” the pirate stated with shifty eyes. The taller man frowned.
“Death,” elaborated Mr. Gibbs, drinking from his never-ending flask. Sparrow looked over at his first mate with interest and a strong suspicion came over Harkness.
“You’ve never even been here, have you?”
“Not here, exactly, no,” he admitted, “but I was there and I have a map.”
The leader of Torchwood opened his mouth to say something, but a loud noise distracted them all. They ran to the bow of the ship to see that they were approaching a giant waterfall.
“We’re all going to die!” yelled their youngest crew member that had been hired right before Harkness joined them.
“Or some of us,” the man muttered, looking over the expanse. It really was like the old maps he’d seen where the world just ended. In the Alison galaxy, there really was a planet that was flat instead of round so you would fall off the edge if not for gravity, but here…he suspected it was another type of rift. He grabbed onto the ship’s railing, ready to face the plunge head-on. If he could hold onto the Tardis to the ends of the universe, then this should be no problem. Strange sounds and talking followed their descent. However, instead of being dashed to pieces, the ship simply righted itself at the bottom of the falls.
“This is some ship,” Harkness remarked to himself before catching something from the corner of his eye. Several of the crew members were kissing and caressing the ship, including Sparrow. He patted the dark wood, but wouldn’t go as far as to kiss it. More water stretched out in every direction but the sky was purple with hints of other colors. Real Earth had a phenomenon like that, the Aurora Borealis.
“Tia Dalma!” the pirate called, “Where are you? Calypso!”
Harkness realized where her names had come from and whispered to himself, “Kal lea ipspo.” The others looked around as though the young woman should just appear. However, he had a different idea and undid the leather covering so his wrist-strap showed.
“Tia,” he spoke into the Com function, “Tia, we’re here.”
Mr. Gibbs came over to him and the rest of the crew started to follow when his wrist-strap beeped. An image projected from it of the sometime Goddess. He tried to study every inch of her; looking for something familiar.
“You must travel to de Locker,” she commanded.
“NO!” Sparrow screamed and it was the only time he had seen actual anger from the pirate.
“Dere is a soul who does not belong…”
“I am never going back there,” the ship captain spat, “Will can release the souls. It’s his charge now.”
Rescue from the Locker