Sparrowbossa! (or is that barbarrow?)
Huzzah!! I write again! There's been a big block in my head for aaaaages, I really think it's because of Davy- as soon as I started writing Davy fic, Hector went on a jealous rampage and refused to come out for me. What's more, Davy wouldn't oblige either. * sigh * Stupid imagination. I had to kick all Davy fic aside and coax my wicked captain out with the promise of something nasty. Here it is!
Title: Love lost
Characters/pairing: Hector Barbossa/ Jack Sparrow
Word Count: 575
Rating: NC17
Warnings: blood. (only a wee bit)
Summary/notes: Barbossa and Jack spend a few final moments in the captain's cabin before Jack is marooned, and we learn how Hector came by that scar. Cut quote is Byron, the minx.
“All love's lost between us now, Jack.” Barbossa whispered. He gazed into the kohl rimmed eyes of his fallen captain, bringing one hand up to drag a thumb across Jack's lips. “All affection gone.”
Jack smiled weakly and nodded, watching the mixture of regret and greed glossing over his first mate's eyes. It ripped his heart to be betrayed like this, not only by his first mate and all his crew- but by a lover what's more. Jack had never been caught like this, it was always him who deceived another, always him who left in the night with a little extra something from their purse. Comeuppance, perhaps...
Barbossa leaned closer, cupping his hand around the back of Jack's skull, threading his fingers through dreadlocks and touching his lips against a tear-streaked cheek. Jack shuddered slightly, pressing into him. Barbossa's touch poisoned him now, but he wanted him close for these last moments regardless. “Right from the moment I met yeh I knew you'd have me undone, love.” Jack said simply. “You've the look of the treacherous about you.”
Barbossa frowned. “'Tis true, I'd challenge the Devil himself fer a fine a'ship as this- it's a weakness, one yeh may understand yerself, Jack.”
“Aye.” Jack said. He broke away and wandered over near a cabinet in the corner, running his hand over the wall. “I do understand, as it happens. The Pearl's something unique, is she not?” He smiled, stroking the dark woodwork as though soothing an upset child. He mumbled something and leaned his forehead gently against the cool wood. Barbossa came up by him.
“Keep good cheer lad,” Barbossa shrugged. “I may go soft and come back fer yeh.” He picked up a bottle of rum from the desk by Jack, took a swig, then offered out the bottle. “Although- don't hold yer breath.” Jack's eyes seem to cloud a moment, and then he sprung to life, bring up a hand in which he wielded a long thin knife. He lashed out at Barbossa, cutting him swiftly down the cheek, just missing his eye. Barbossa knocked his arm away, catching Jack by the throat with one hand. They stared at each other quietly, and Jack dropped the knife, the clattering of it on the boards echoing through the silent cabin.
“Go to yer fate gracefully, Sparrow.” Barbossa whispered. The blood poured from the gash Jack had given him, running over his face and lips. He leaned in close and it dripped on Jack's shirt, spreading out like spilled wine on table linen. Barbossa licked the blood away and kissed Jack again, this time long and deep, as if sealing a pact. Jack wrenched against the passion of it- a scratch of anguish stretching his heart tight, the metallic tang of Barbossa' blood in his mouth.
Bosun's heavy thud sounded against the door. “Time to go, Jack.” he bellowed from the outside.
“Jus' one more thing, before I take m'walk...” Jack said to Barbossa. “Did y'ever mean those things ye said, first night we met?” Barbossa's brow furrowed, and he nodded minutely. “Aye. But the Pearl means more. I'm sorry Jack. Truly.”
"Hope that leaves a scar," Jack said bitterly, pointing to the cut on Barbossa face. “It'll make a nice match for the one in me heart.” Barbossa wiped the blood and smiled. “Somethin' to remember yeh by.” he said, shoving him out the door and into the baying crew.
x-posted to potc_love and pirategasm - apologies and all that.
Title: Love lost
Characters/pairing: Hector Barbossa/ Jack Sparrow
Word Count: 575
Rating: NC17
Warnings: blood. (only a wee bit)
Summary/notes: Barbossa and Jack spend a few final moments in the captain's cabin before Jack is marooned, and we learn how Hector came by that scar. Cut quote is Byron, the minx.
“All love's lost between us now, Jack.” Barbossa whispered. He gazed into the kohl rimmed eyes of his fallen captain, bringing one hand up to drag a thumb across Jack's lips. “All affection gone.”
Jack smiled weakly and nodded, watching the mixture of regret and greed glossing over his first mate's eyes. It ripped his heart to be betrayed like this, not only by his first mate and all his crew- but by a lover what's more. Jack had never been caught like this, it was always him who deceived another, always him who left in the night with a little extra something from their purse. Comeuppance, perhaps...
Barbossa leaned closer, cupping his hand around the back of Jack's skull, threading his fingers through dreadlocks and touching his lips against a tear-streaked cheek. Jack shuddered slightly, pressing into him. Barbossa's touch poisoned him now, but he wanted him close for these last moments regardless. “Right from the moment I met yeh I knew you'd have me undone, love.” Jack said simply. “You've the look of the treacherous about you.”
Barbossa frowned. “'Tis true, I'd challenge the Devil himself fer a fine a'ship as this- it's a weakness, one yeh may understand yerself, Jack.”
“Aye.” Jack said. He broke away and wandered over near a cabinet in the corner, running his hand over the wall. “I do understand, as it happens. The Pearl's something unique, is she not?” He smiled, stroking the dark woodwork as though soothing an upset child. He mumbled something and leaned his forehead gently against the cool wood. Barbossa came up by him.
“Keep good cheer lad,” Barbossa shrugged. “I may go soft and come back fer yeh.” He picked up a bottle of rum from the desk by Jack, took a swig, then offered out the bottle. “Although- don't hold yer breath.” Jack's eyes seem to cloud a moment, and then he sprung to life, bring up a hand in which he wielded a long thin knife. He lashed out at Barbossa, cutting him swiftly down the cheek, just missing his eye. Barbossa knocked his arm away, catching Jack by the throat with one hand. They stared at each other quietly, and Jack dropped the knife, the clattering of it on the boards echoing through the silent cabin.
“Go to yer fate gracefully, Sparrow.” Barbossa whispered. The blood poured from the gash Jack had given him, running over his face and lips. He leaned in close and it dripped on Jack's shirt, spreading out like spilled wine on table linen. Barbossa licked the blood away and kissed Jack again, this time long and deep, as if sealing a pact. Jack wrenched against the passion of it- a scratch of anguish stretching his heart tight, the metallic tang of Barbossa' blood in his mouth.
Bosun's heavy thud sounded against the door. “Time to go, Jack.” he bellowed from the outside.
“Jus' one more thing, before I take m'walk...” Jack said to Barbossa. “Did y'ever mean those things ye said, first night we met?” Barbossa's brow furrowed, and he nodded minutely. “Aye. But the Pearl means more. I'm sorry Jack. Truly.”
"Hope that leaves a scar," Jack said bitterly, pointing to the cut on Barbossa face. “It'll make a nice match for the one in me heart.” Barbossa wiped the blood and smiled. “Somethin' to remember yeh by.” he said, shoving him out the door and into the baying crew.
x-posted to potc_love and pirategasm - apologies and all that.