Pirates of the Carribbean (Jack/Will)
Will hit the floor with a thud, loose hair spilling around his angry face. “Damn it, Jack!” he swore, glaring at the man who’d thrown him down. “What the hell are you doing?”
Jack paused in the act of locking the cabin door to throw an inscrutable glance over one shoulder.
“Stealing you,” he answered matter-of-factly. “What does it look like?”
Sprawled across the stained-wood floor, Will blinked incredulously at his erstwhile friend. “You broke down the door of my smithy and dragged me down the streets of Port Royal in the dead of night - because you felt like stealing me?”
Jack looked pleased with himself. “And it was a marvelously executed plan if I do say so myself.” The ship lurched under them and Will could hear the yells of the crew on the other side of heavy cabin door. Jack gave a satisfied sort of nod. “Ah lovely, we’re underway.”
“Jack!” Gaining his feet, Will did his best to look intimidating in the face of Jack’s affected unconcern. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s not funny. Open the door.”
“Hmm.” Jack made a show of thinking about it. “Ah, no I don’t think so. I stole you fair and square mate. You’re mine now.”
Will scoffed, ignoring the sudden flare of heat in his veins. “Oh am I? I’d like to see you prove it.”
A wicked gleam appeared in Jack’s dark eyes. “Will lad,” he confided. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Will’s eyes widened as Jack began stalking towards him, his habitual rolling gait melting into something smooth and fluidly threatening. “Wait… Jack, stop. What do you think you’re doing?”
Jack smiled a secret sort of smile. “Claiming what’s mine.”
Will’s hand flashed instinctively to his belt, closing on empty air just as Jack’s wide, calloused palms flattened heavily against his chest and pushed. The world spun crazily, whooshing out from under him in a dizzying rush of light and colour.
Then his back hit the unmade sheets of Jack’s bed and he froze, instantly wary.
Jack appeared above him, a black silhouette against the candlelight. “You’ve led me on a merry chase my lad,” Jack murmured, leaning in close. “But now it’s time to end this little game.”
“J-Jack,” Will managed, swallowing hard. “Jack stop it. Let me up.”
“Now Will.” Jack gave him a sultry smile as one scarred hand stroked leisurely along Will’s white-clad chest. “Start acting like a cold dame and I’ll be compelled to find out if you really are a eunuch.”
And that thought should have bothered him a lot more than it did.
Will bit his lip on a moan as Jack’s wiry body settled neatly in the curve of his pelvis. “Why are you doing this?” he gasped, trying to deny his body’ reaction.
Jack’s warm breath puffed teasingly over Will’s face, sweet as rum and twice as intoxicating. “I told you before mate. Treasure’s more than gold and silver, and I’ve got a right to what’s mine.”
“Funny,” Will said, voice catching slightly as Jack’s hands slipped inside his loose shirt, plucking free the buttons. “I don’t remember saying I was yours.”
“Ah,” Jack grinned, hair beads lying cold and smooth against Will’s skin as the pirate nipped lightly at Will’s lips. “But possession is nine tenths of the law. And I stole you fair and square, after all.”
“But -nngh,” Will’s skin tingled where Jack’s fingers trailed. “You’re a pirate. Since when do you obey the laws?”
A victorious smirk. “When I agree with them.”
There wasn’t enough air in the room. Will choked on an anguished whisper. “Elizabeth…”
“…really ought to know better than to trust pirates around things she values,” Jack retorted. His eyes traced a leisurely path down Will’s bare chest, the heavy heat in his gaze making Will squirm. “If she had any sense, she would have locked you in that gilded house of hers instead of letting you stay in the city where just anyone could make off with you.” He shrugged philosophically. “But that’s her loss.”
Jack’s eyes glittered obsidian black in the candlelight as his hands caught and held Will’s shoulders. “You are mine Will Turner,” he declared, fiercer than Will had ever heard him. “And you’d better get used to it.”
Will felt dizzy, out of breath. “Why?” he managed, no longer even sure what he was asking.
Jack’s smile really did unsettling things to his pulse. “Why Will lad, I thought you knew.” A hot kiss against his neck had Will arching into the touch with an involuntary cry. He could feel Jack’s lips curve into a wicked smirk as he whispered his next words directly against Will’s skin. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow mate. And Captain Jack never gives up on something that belongs to him.”
~owari
Jack paused in the act of locking the cabin door to throw an inscrutable glance over one shoulder.
“Stealing you,” he answered matter-of-factly. “What does it look like?”
Sprawled across the stained-wood floor, Will blinked incredulously at his erstwhile friend. “You broke down the door of my smithy and dragged me down the streets of Port Royal in the dead of night - because you felt like stealing me?”
Jack looked pleased with himself. “And it was a marvelously executed plan if I do say so myself.” The ship lurched under them and Will could hear the yells of the crew on the other side of heavy cabin door. Jack gave a satisfied sort of nod. “Ah lovely, we’re underway.”
“Jack!” Gaining his feet, Will did his best to look intimidating in the face of Jack’s affected unconcern. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s not funny. Open the door.”
“Hmm.” Jack made a show of thinking about it. “Ah, no I don’t think so. I stole you fair and square mate. You’re mine now.”
Will scoffed, ignoring the sudden flare of heat in his veins. “Oh am I? I’d like to see you prove it.”
A wicked gleam appeared in Jack’s dark eyes. “Will lad,” he confided. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Will’s eyes widened as Jack began stalking towards him, his habitual rolling gait melting into something smooth and fluidly threatening. “Wait… Jack, stop. What do you think you’re doing?”
Jack smiled a secret sort of smile. “Claiming what’s mine.”
Will’s hand flashed instinctively to his belt, closing on empty air just as Jack’s wide, calloused palms flattened heavily against his chest and pushed. The world spun crazily, whooshing out from under him in a dizzying rush of light and colour.
Then his back hit the unmade sheets of Jack’s bed and he froze, instantly wary.
Jack appeared above him, a black silhouette against the candlelight. “You’ve led me on a merry chase my lad,” Jack murmured, leaning in close. “But now it’s time to end this little game.”
“J-Jack,” Will managed, swallowing hard. “Jack stop it. Let me up.”
“Now Will.” Jack gave him a sultry smile as one scarred hand stroked leisurely along Will’s white-clad chest. “Start acting like a cold dame and I’ll be compelled to find out if you really are a eunuch.”
And that thought should have bothered him a lot more than it did.
Will bit his lip on a moan as Jack’s wiry body settled neatly in the curve of his pelvis. “Why are you doing this?” he gasped, trying to deny his body’ reaction.
Jack’s warm breath puffed teasingly over Will’s face, sweet as rum and twice as intoxicating. “I told you before mate. Treasure’s more than gold and silver, and I’ve got a right to what’s mine.”
“Funny,” Will said, voice catching slightly as Jack’s hands slipped inside his loose shirt, plucking free the buttons. “I don’t remember saying I was yours.”
“Ah,” Jack grinned, hair beads lying cold and smooth against Will’s skin as the pirate nipped lightly at Will’s lips. “But possession is nine tenths of the law. And I stole you fair and square, after all.”
“But -nngh,” Will’s skin tingled where Jack’s fingers trailed. “You’re a pirate. Since when do you obey the laws?”
A victorious smirk. “When I agree with them.”
There wasn’t enough air in the room. Will choked on an anguished whisper. “Elizabeth…”
“…really ought to know better than to trust pirates around things she values,” Jack retorted. His eyes traced a leisurely path down Will’s bare chest, the heavy heat in his gaze making Will squirm. “If she had any sense, she would have locked you in that gilded house of hers instead of letting you stay in the city where just anyone could make off with you.” He shrugged philosophically. “But that’s her loss.”
Jack’s eyes glittered obsidian black in the candlelight as his hands caught and held Will’s shoulders. “You are mine Will Turner,” he declared, fiercer than Will had ever heard him. “And you’d better get used to it.”
Will felt dizzy, out of breath. “Why?” he managed, no longer even sure what he was asking.
Jack’s smile really did unsettling things to his pulse. “Why Will lad, I thought you knew.” A hot kiss against his neck had Will arching into the touch with an involuntary cry. He could feel Jack’s lips curve into a wicked smirk as he whispered his next words directly against Will’s skin. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow mate. And Captain Jack never gives up on something that belongs to him.”
~owari