Bit of a holiday giftie for me from my muse (at last!)
"Debt"
RATING: NC-17, 17+, MA, take your pick
PAIRING: TurroDalma OT3
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Belongs to the Mouse, though I like my own idea well enough in it.
ARCHIVE: Go for it.
SUMMARY: Post-AWE, Jack Sparrow and his truculent blacksmith head back to the swamp for some answers. (I wasn’t crazy about DMC, but I do love me some Tia Dalma.)
CREDIT: Thanks to pir8fancier and metalkatt for quick content beta and to the latter for coming up with piratesmith as my newest made-up fandom word. Any mistakes in this are entirely my own.
FEEDBACK: Is love.
For thirteen years, Tia Dalma kept her bargain with herself to protect the babes of those men who had lost contact with those same children to buck the English slavers for a piracy brand, to ensure Mad Jack’s plan to “lose” his human cargo in her bayou would work. She figured she owed someone something, a feeling she intensely loathed and to which she rarely fell prey.
The corollary was that she could only protect those on the sea, so she occasionally found herself in the ironic position of snatching a child from the clutches of her former lover. There was a boy in particular David seemed to favor - for himself, and to make a matching set with one of his cursed crew. Really, Turner the Younger would’ve been better off to move far inland and never dip a toe in the sea again, since it was only the hardiest vessels he didn’t sink merely by being aboard.
Take Black Pearl. That old girl had been charmed and cursed nearly as many times as Tia herself. In fact, Pearl had almost chosen Turner as her new captain and might’ve succeeded if Sparrow hadn’t put up a hell of a fight (and, Tia suspected, done a great deal of much-needed sweet-talking to her planks). She hadn’t been surprised when, after the much-overblown End of All Things, Turner had elected to stay with Pearl.
And it seemed nothing had been resolved in the year since she’d last seen them, if the fresh cut bisecting the brow above Will’s left eye was any indication. She’d noticed it as soon as they entered her hut, right before spotting the puffiness and smudged kohl beneath Jack’s eye. “What information are ye two seekin’?” she demanded, touching the tip of her little finger to the cut, applying bark salve.
Will shut his eyes, and she saw his jaw tighten as his teeth clenched the way they had when he’d first walked in downstairs right behind Jack. “Jack believes you might know how he could get to Cortés’s cursed chest. It’s on the bottom of the sea.”
“Yes, I know.” She leaned back, waiting for him to look up again. “Why on eart would he want ta retrieve it?”
“We found the monkey’s piece. Jack has this … notion, that we should put it back, count the pieces, and sink it somewhere else, deeper.”
“Could be a sound policy.” His sharp jaw twitched. “And you object?”
“That treasure’s been the bane of half my life.” Will stood, pacing her room, and Tia sat back. She liked watching him move - it was not the sinuous grace of Jack, but Will’s body was long and solid and had its own rhythm. “It’s gone - if we can’t get to it, nobody else can, either. He should leave well enough alone-“
“How d’ye know it cannot be gotten to?”
He stopped, turned with the clink of his sword bumping her nightstand. “Surely you’re not serious - it’s on the bottom of the sea. There’s only one ship that can go-“ He cut himself off, frowning at the memory of the Dutchman. “Isn’t it at the bottom?”
“What if I told you dat I have a way ye can find out yourself?”
Will shook his head. “I don’t want to find out! And I want Jack to damn well leave it alone!” Well, that explained the cut and the blossoming black eye. “He’s been reckless lately, pushing Pearl beyond her limits. He has no respect for her, no care, no-“
“I tink you might wan’ reconsider before speaking furder.” Tia stood. “No wonder he tinks mutiny’s on your mind, William.”
“I don’t want to mutiny; I don’t want his ship,” Will hissed, dropping his voice, apparently so Jack couldn’t hear him downstairs. “But he’s treating her abominably.”
“Have you talked with him?”
Will snorted. “There’s no talking to Jack Sparrow. You can listen to him meander and ramble, or occasionally ask something. No guarantee of an answer.”
“So, leave de crew.” Will blinked, obviously surprised. “You no longer hold de cursed coin. Ye’ve no necessary part in dis.”
“I can’t just leave.” He sighed, unclenching his fists. “I just- I don’t know how to talk to-“ He cut himself off with a frustrated grunt, spinning to pace again, knocking his sword into the nightstand - and yet a third time, when he turned to apologize for the first and second.
“Let’s remove de problem, hmm?” He seemed about to argue as she moved closer, but an arch of her eyebrow quieted Will as she reached for the large buckle of his baldric. Unfastening it, she kept her gaze on his, then lifted the wide leather off his shoulder and reached up over him to drop that end to the floor. As she lowered her other hand from his side, she was pleased to note his eyes flicking to her mouth and lingering; this one’s hot nature needed venting in more pleasant fashion than constant arguments. Never one to waste an opportunity, Tia parted her lips and lifted her chin.
In the half-second before he kissed her, she saw his wide nostrils flare and his eyes close. One arm went around her waist, sweeping her into him, the other to the back of her head to balance her as he attacked her mouth. Tia slid her flattened palms up his torso, rubbing his stomach through the shirt and waistcoat before settling her fingers into the vee of his shirt and warm, tight skin. The good thing about reading minds is she could tell he was already wondering what excuse he should give when they broke apart for air, to explain away his desperation. “Let it go, William,” she murmured, pulling away first. “Just enjoy de touch.”
“But I-“ He managed to blink his eyes open and focus on her as he dropped his hands, breathing heavily. She studied the sweep of his lashes and settled on his thoughts, which were no mystery - or surprise - from what she’d observed. “Was something of a presumption on my part.”
“Did I complain?” She laughed, and at first, Will seemed unsure. Just as quickly, he smiled, and she set to work on his belt. He seemed about to stop her, but clenched his hands and relaxed, studying her progress. Maybe, she could tell he was thinking as she worked at his waistcoat buttons, this’ll put an end to those damn thoughts. As he shrugged out of the garment, she backed away and raised a hand. “I be right back,” she told him, lifting her skirt hem to leave the room.
When she reentered two minutes later, booted footsteps behind her, Will frowned over her shoulder, then at her. “What is this?” he demanded, feet automatically apart, nostrils flaring in challenge.
“Well,” Jack said, pausing a few feet away, surveying Will’s noticeable lack of accoutrements. “Rather cozy in ‘ere, isn’ it, dear William?”
Tia turned at the sneer in his voice and dipped her head in acknowledgement. “I said, behave,” she chided, gliding behind Will and leaning close to his ear. “You know I am no fool, boy,” she said, sotto voce. “I know what go on in dat head of yours. And here.” She wrapped an arm around him and reached up to press her hand to his chest. “You not a light feeler, William. You cannot want someone ‘less you have a deep desire for dem.” She briefly flicked her eyes to Jack, though Will couldn’t see her do so, pleased to note the captain’s mouth was tight-set, though he was otherwise the model of nonchalance. “Don’ be so stubborn.”
“This is not what I want,” he hissed, then raised his voice. “Just ask her what we came for, Jack, so we can leave.”
“You should know, lad, tha’ Tia doesn’ take to just anyone.” He flicked her a squint of his dark eyes. “Do ye, love?”
“Only as well as you do, Jack.” With her right hand, she reached up to tug gently at the leather tie holding Will’s hair back; he resisted at first, but didn’t pull away. She removed her left from his chest and extended it toward the other man. “Come here.”
“I don’t-“ they both said at the same time, and she cut them off. “I said, Jack, come here. Take me hand.”
Visibly perturbed now, Jack stepped closer, not taking her hand, but stopping at her fingertips at least. He kept his eyes on her until she reached up and forced his chin toward Will’s face. She could feel the younger man’s heartbeat pounding terribly through his back, faster now than when she’d kissed him. She knew they both wanted to attack, to beat the shit out of one another, to push each other out her window into the swamp below and hold each other’s head underwater until he bloody well shut up and learned to listen and quit thinking Pearl was all HIS! But she also knew other things.
Reaching around Will, Tia pushed off the shoulders of Jack’s greatcoat, at the same time forcing Will’s body into Jack’s. They bristled, and she looked up to see the blush creeping high into the sides of Will’s cheeks, and his lashes in profile as he slightly dipped his head and closed his eyes. She combed out his curls with her fingertips, and knew Jack watched and wondered how they felt, how Will’s mouth tasted. Pushing aside his hair, she licked and blew on the nape of Will’s neck, and felt his groan before she heard it.
And then Jack was kissing him, hard, and Will tried to resist that, too. He backed into her, but she stood firm and was glad of it, for several seconds later, he shifted his weight and was in Jack’s arms. They kissed for a good two minutes, and Tia was amazed that they could breathe that way.
“This is not what I want,” Will repeated in a rush of air when they broke the kiss, shoulders heaving.
“It’s what you need,” Jack insisted, his hand coming up to jealously thread into Will’s hair. Tia had her hands around his waist at this point, and only smiled when Jack gave her an odd look over Will’s shoulder, then flicked his gaze back to the man he was kissing. “What do you want?”
She licked Will’s earlobe, and he sank back into her embrace with a small groan. Keeping her eyes on Jack’s, she nearly gave up and laughed when he narrowed his dark gaze and mouthed Mine. “We’ll see,” she whispered, between flicks of her tongue.
“See what?” Will murmured, and Jack’s threatening frown melted as he flicked his eyes to the younger man’s.
“Who gets to divest th’ rest of your clothes, darling,” he covered smoothly. To show her approval, she reached for Jack’s sash and pulled him closer. Will helped easily, and she felt his elbows bobbing as he worked at Jack’s belt, then the knot beneath it. The whole time, she watched Jack’s eyes never leave Will’s face, and when the younger man leaned in to unwind his sash and pushed away the faded waistcoat, the two kissed again. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed, lashes fanning his tanned cheeks, his nose pressed to the side of Will’s as their lips bit and sucked at one another. She hid a dirty smile in Will’s shoulder as Jack pushed her hands down from Will’s hips, reaching up beneath his shirt to touch bare skin. Their kisses quickened, growing shallow, and she watched their tongues slide together, fighting, stabbing for territory.
A better woman would’ve backed away when their clothes started falling, but since these two weren’t used to better women, Tia moved her arms just enough to help peel Will’s shirt away. She ran her hands up his bare chest as Jack knelt and unfastened his breeches, she nosing into Will’s hair as Jack nuzzled another set of the man’s curls and wetly sucked his cock. Will tossed his head back on her shoulder, body arching, thrusting, one large hand reaching back to grip Tia’s hip and balance himself, the other on Jack’s head. She looked around his arm in time to see him scrunch Jack’s faded red scarf and pull it off, then bury his long fingers into that black beaded mess. “Jaaaaaack,” he moaned, body writhing as he struggled to stay upright. “Damn it, Jack …”
Then it was her turn to cup Will’s face and stare into his eyes, as Jack stood and turned him, pressing his own scarred body against that tall, broad back. He gathered Will’s hair and lifted - then froze. Tia saw the shift in Will’s eyes as his warmth melted into confusion, and she looked back at Jack. His gaze was fixed on Will’s upper back, emotions for the moment easily identified in his expression. Confusion. Realization. Anger. Hatred. Self-loathing. Pity. And, just before he half-closed his eyes and touched his lips to the whip-scars, determined tenderness.
Will went rigid against her. “Shh,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to his. “He need to do dis, William. Let him try to fix dis.”
“He-“ Will swallowed, closing his eyes. “I made my peace with it.”
“Aye, but he hadn’t.” She kissed him lightly, just the corner of his mouth. When he moved his head, kissing her back, she slid her hands up into his hair and pressed close. “See?” she whispered against his lips.
He gasped, and she felt something between them, a hand near the folds of her skirt - Jack’s, closing around the lovely, hard prick pressing into her abdomen. “Is this for me?” she heard, pulling back to see Jack’s teeth tugging at the shell of Will’s ear. “Or her?”
“Jack,” he groaned, jerking into his hand.
“Me or her?” he insisted. “Because you can let ‘er kiss you all you like, an’ you can fuck her … but you’re not hers.”
“Why?” Will wanted to know, eyes half-closed, making no move to push either of them away despite the curiosity in his voice. “Who’re you to tell me whose I am?”
“I’m th’ captain of the woman ye truly love,” he rumbled, mouth on Will’s shoulder now. “She’s th’ one you need, that ye can’t live without.”
Will tensed, and Tia loosened her grip two seconds before he released her and turned to face his captain. “No, that’s you,” he snapped. “You put every bit of your love into something that can’t give it back completely.”
Jack’s body stiffened, and for a moment Tia watched, perfectly still, as he found his reply. “Is that what I’m doing now, then?” He lifted his chin.
Will stared at him, then relaxed the set of his shoulders. “You fool,” he whispered, pulling Jack to him. “You mad old bastard.”
This time, when they stopped kissing, it was just long enough to stumble to her bed. Jack turned Will and nudged from behind for him to climb on, following on his knees. He turned Will’s head sideways where they could kiss, as their hips moved in rhythm, getting used to the feel of doing this. Tia smothered a chuckle as she realized what was wrong before Jack ever did, and when he looked up and around, as if trying to remember something, she was standing on the other side of the bed, watching them.
Jack cleared his throat to even his voice. “Tia Dalma-“ he began.
“Yes, Jack.”
“Might you mind doin’ me an’ me young swain here a bit of a favor?”
“Why, what, Jack?” She faced them, her legs pressed to the side of the straw mattress, and touched Will’s face lightly. Jack bristled, nearly growling; she managed not to guffaw at the deliciousness of watching it.
“Would you have somethin’ to ease th’ way?”
From within the folds of her skirt, she produced the vial of rose oil she’d plucked from her nightstand while the two of them had stood in the middle of the room tasting one another. “Dis?”
“Aye, ‘zactly.” He reached, but she held it just out of grasp. “Yes?” he asked, clearly irritated.
She looked to Will. “Is dis what you want, William?”
He eyed the vial, and her, then looked over his shoulder toward Jack. “It is,” he finally nodded, his hand dropping to cover Jack’s on his thigh.
As Jack’s fingers stretched Will for the first time, he moaned against her fingers, then around them, sucking and licking, balancing himself with large hands squeezing her shoulders. When Jack pressed flush to the back of Will’s body, she knew the moment he pushed inside, the grit of Will’s teeth and arch of his torso. After some experimental thrusts, Jack pulled Will against him, one arm encircling his chest and the other hand on his hip.
Tia climbed on the bed and kissed him, bracing for the savagery bubbling in his blood. Will didn’t kiss back; he plundered her mouth, her teeth, his slick, insistent tongue flicking in and out almost to match Jack’s medium-paced fucking. She reached down and wrapped both hands around his jutting cock, and he leaned hard back into Jack, throwing off their rhythm. “Ah … yeah, oh yes … harder, Jack, move harder.”
“Pay attention,” the captain growled. He smoothed his hand below Will’s navel and dipped beneath his claimed yard to cup heavy balls. Tia thought she might overheat her mortal body on the spot as Will gasped and bucked into her hands, but clumsily turned his head to seek Jack’s mouth. “Tha’s right,” Jack encouraged, kissing him, licking and tongue-fucking him back. “Come for me - for my hand-“ He cut himself off, gently squeezing bollocks. “Me, dove - come for me.”
Though her hand was still the one bringing him off, Will made a strangled sound into Jack’s mouth and reached behind him to grab at Jack’s hips. For all his annoyed protestations and grumbling earlier, Tia grinned as she watched them gravitate to one another, two equal bodies in orbit and, at last, in rhythm.
When Jack went rigid with completion, eyes tightly shut and holding his breath, Will licked at his thick moustache, ruffling it, and butted his nose to his captain’s until the older man exhaled raggedly. Jack held him like that afterward, all closed eyes and wandering hands, and Will simply panted and allowed himself to sink back into Jack’s wiry frame for a few moments. Tia waited until she could walk properly, and slid backwards off the bed, gaining her feet. As she straightened the neckline of her low bodice, Will’s eyes flicked open, and he struggled upright, forward. “We didn’t get you!” he mumbled, blinking away his lethargy.
She didn’t need the pirate’s under-the-breath snort to verify that Will’s distraction had been carefully executed from the moment the captain had turned his gaze up into his blacksmith’s dark eyes. Watching his fingers pressing into his new lover’s bruising hips, though, she understood Turner held more power here than even Sparrow yet suspected. She didn’t muffle her laugh at the thought. “’M all right,” she reassured the … piratesmith? Good a description as any. She circled the end of her bed, indicating with a careless wave that they could have at it while she took care of research. (And what a delicious row - and make-up - would ensue when she told them how to raise Cortés’s treasure!) “Besides, you’ll ‘ave plenty o’ chances ta resolve dat problem.”
The last thing she heard as she exited was Will’s soft “Aye” clashing with an irritated growl out of his old reprobate.
EDIT: There's a sort-of prequel to this I wrote for potcsecretsanta, which can be found here, if you're inclined to read it.
RATING: NC-17, 17+, MA, take your pick
PAIRING: TurroDalma OT3
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Belongs to the Mouse, though I like my own idea well enough in it.
ARCHIVE: Go for it.
SUMMARY: Post-AWE, Jack Sparrow and his truculent blacksmith head back to the swamp for some answers. (I wasn’t crazy about DMC, but I do love me some Tia Dalma.)
CREDIT: Thanks to pir8fancier and metalkatt for quick content beta and to the latter for coming up with piratesmith as my newest made-up fandom word. Any mistakes in this are entirely my own.
FEEDBACK: Is love.
For thirteen years, Tia Dalma kept her bargain with herself to protect the babes of those men who had lost contact with those same children to buck the English slavers for a piracy brand, to ensure Mad Jack’s plan to “lose” his human cargo in her bayou would work. She figured she owed someone something, a feeling she intensely loathed and to which she rarely fell prey.
The corollary was that she could only protect those on the sea, so she occasionally found herself in the ironic position of snatching a child from the clutches of her former lover. There was a boy in particular David seemed to favor - for himself, and to make a matching set with one of his cursed crew. Really, Turner the Younger would’ve been better off to move far inland and never dip a toe in the sea again, since it was only the hardiest vessels he didn’t sink merely by being aboard.
Take Black Pearl. That old girl had been charmed and cursed nearly as many times as Tia herself. In fact, Pearl had almost chosen Turner as her new captain and might’ve succeeded if Sparrow hadn’t put up a hell of a fight (and, Tia suspected, done a great deal of much-needed sweet-talking to her planks). She hadn’t been surprised when, after the much-overblown End of All Things, Turner had elected to stay with Pearl.
And it seemed nothing had been resolved in the year since she’d last seen them, if the fresh cut bisecting the brow above Will’s left eye was any indication. She’d noticed it as soon as they entered her hut, right before spotting the puffiness and smudged kohl beneath Jack’s eye. “What information are ye two seekin’?” she demanded, touching the tip of her little finger to the cut, applying bark salve.
Will shut his eyes, and she saw his jaw tighten as his teeth clenched the way they had when he’d first walked in downstairs right behind Jack. “Jack believes you might know how he could get to Cortés’s cursed chest. It’s on the bottom of the sea.”
“Yes, I know.” She leaned back, waiting for him to look up again. “Why on eart would he want ta retrieve it?”
“We found the monkey’s piece. Jack has this … notion, that we should put it back, count the pieces, and sink it somewhere else, deeper.”
“Could be a sound policy.” His sharp jaw twitched. “And you object?”
“That treasure’s been the bane of half my life.” Will stood, pacing her room, and Tia sat back. She liked watching him move - it was not the sinuous grace of Jack, but Will’s body was long and solid and had its own rhythm. “It’s gone - if we can’t get to it, nobody else can, either. He should leave well enough alone-“
“How d’ye know it cannot be gotten to?”
He stopped, turned with the clink of his sword bumping her nightstand. “Surely you’re not serious - it’s on the bottom of the sea. There’s only one ship that can go-“ He cut himself off, frowning at the memory of the Dutchman. “Isn’t it at the bottom?”
“What if I told you dat I have a way ye can find out yourself?”
Will shook his head. “I don’t want to find out! And I want Jack to damn well leave it alone!” Well, that explained the cut and the blossoming black eye. “He’s been reckless lately, pushing Pearl beyond her limits. He has no respect for her, no care, no-“
“I tink you might wan’ reconsider before speaking furder.” Tia stood. “No wonder he tinks mutiny’s on your mind, William.”
“I don’t want to mutiny; I don’t want his ship,” Will hissed, dropping his voice, apparently so Jack couldn’t hear him downstairs. “But he’s treating her abominably.”
“Have you talked with him?”
Will snorted. “There’s no talking to Jack Sparrow. You can listen to him meander and ramble, or occasionally ask something. No guarantee of an answer.”
“So, leave de crew.” Will blinked, obviously surprised. “You no longer hold de cursed coin. Ye’ve no necessary part in dis.”
“I can’t just leave.” He sighed, unclenching his fists. “I just- I don’t know how to talk to-“ He cut himself off with a frustrated grunt, spinning to pace again, knocking his sword into the nightstand - and yet a third time, when he turned to apologize for the first and second.
“Let’s remove de problem, hmm?” He seemed about to argue as she moved closer, but an arch of her eyebrow quieted Will as she reached for the large buckle of his baldric. Unfastening it, she kept her gaze on his, then lifted the wide leather off his shoulder and reached up over him to drop that end to the floor. As she lowered her other hand from his side, she was pleased to note his eyes flicking to her mouth and lingering; this one’s hot nature needed venting in more pleasant fashion than constant arguments. Never one to waste an opportunity, Tia parted her lips and lifted her chin.
In the half-second before he kissed her, she saw his wide nostrils flare and his eyes close. One arm went around her waist, sweeping her into him, the other to the back of her head to balance her as he attacked her mouth. Tia slid her flattened palms up his torso, rubbing his stomach through the shirt and waistcoat before settling her fingers into the vee of his shirt and warm, tight skin. The good thing about reading minds is she could tell he was already wondering what excuse he should give when they broke apart for air, to explain away his desperation. “Let it go, William,” she murmured, pulling away first. “Just enjoy de touch.”
“But I-“ He managed to blink his eyes open and focus on her as he dropped his hands, breathing heavily. She studied the sweep of his lashes and settled on his thoughts, which were no mystery - or surprise - from what she’d observed. “Was something of a presumption on my part.”
“Did I complain?” She laughed, and at first, Will seemed unsure. Just as quickly, he smiled, and she set to work on his belt. He seemed about to stop her, but clenched his hands and relaxed, studying her progress. Maybe, she could tell he was thinking as she worked at his waistcoat buttons, this’ll put an end to those damn thoughts. As he shrugged out of the garment, she backed away and raised a hand. “I be right back,” she told him, lifting her skirt hem to leave the room.
When she reentered two minutes later, booted footsteps behind her, Will frowned over her shoulder, then at her. “What is this?” he demanded, feet automatically apart, nostrils flaring in challenge.
“Well,” Jack said, pausing a few feet away, surveying Will’s noticeable lack of accoutrements. “Rather cozy in ‘ere, isn’ it, dear William?”
Tia turned at the sneer in his voice and dipped her head in acknowledgement. “I said, behave,” she chided, gliding behind Will and leaning close to his ear. “You know I am no fool, boy,” she said, sotto voce. “I know what go on in dat head of yours. And here.” She wrapped an arm around him and reached up to press her hand to his chest. “You not a light feeler, William. You cannot want someone ‘less you have a deep desire for dem.” She briefly flicked her eyes to Jack, though Will couldn’t see her do so, pleased to note the captain’s mouth was tight-set, though he was otherwise the model of nonchalance. “Don’ be so stubborn.”
“This is not what I want,” he hissed, then raised his voice. “Just ask her what we came for, Jack, so we can leave.”
“You should know, lad, tha’ Tia doesn’ take to just anyone.” He flicked her a squint of his dark eyes. “Do ye, love?”
“Only as well as you do, Jack.” With her right hand, she reached up to tug gently at the leather tie holding Will’s hair back; he resisted at first, but didn’t pull away. She removed her left from his chest and extended it toward the other man. “Come here.”
“I don’t-“ they both said at the same time, and she cut them off. “I said, Jack, come here. Take me hand.”
Visibly perturbed now, Jack stepped closer, not taking her hand, but stopping at her fingertips at least. He kept his eyes on her until she reached up and forced his chin toward Will’s face. She could feel the younger man’s heartbeat pounding terribly through his back, faster now than when she’d kissed him. She knew they both wanted to attack, to beat the shit out of one another, to push each other out her window into the swamp below and hold each other’s head underwater until he bloody well shut up and learned to listen and quit thinking Pearl was all HIS! But she also knew other things.
Reaching around Will, Tia pushed off the shoulders of Jack’s greatcoat, at the same time forcing Will’s body into Jack’s. They bristled, and she looked up to see the blush creeping high into the sides of Will’s cheeks, and his lashes in profile as he slightly dipped his head and closed his eyes. She combed out his curls with her fingertips, and knew Jack watched and wondered how they felt, how Will’s mouth tasted. Pushing aside his hair, she licked and blew on the nape of Will’s neck, and felt his groan before she heard it.
And then Jack was kissing him, hard, and Will tried to resist that, too. He backed into her, but she stood firm and was glad of it, for several seconds later, he shifted his weight and was in Jack’s arms. They kissed for a good two minutes, and Tia was amazed that they could breathe that way.
“This is not what I want,” Will repeated in a rush of air when they broke the kiss, shoulders heaving.
“It’s what you need,” Jack insisted, his hand coming up to jealously thread into Will’s hair. Tia had her hands around his waist at this point, and only smiled when Jack gave her an odd look over Will’s shoulder, then flicked his gaze back to the man he was kissing. “What do you want?”
She licked Will’s earlobe, and he sank back into her embrace with a small groan. Keeping her eyes on Jack’s, she nearly gave up and laughed when he narrowed his dark gaze and mouthed Mine. “We’ll see,” she whispered, between flicks of her tongue.
“See what?” Will murmured, and Jack’s threatening frown melted as he flicked his eyes to the younger man’s.
“Who gets to divest th’ rest of your clothes, darling,” he covered smoothly. To show her approval, she reached for Jack’s sash and pulled him closer. Will helped easily, and she felt his elbows bobbing as he worked at Jack’s belt, then the knot beneath it. The whole time, she watched Jack’s eyes never leave Will’s face, and when the younger man leaned in to unwind his sash and pushed away the faded waistcoat, the two kissed again. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed, lashes fanning his tanned cheeks, his nose pressed to the side of Will’s as their lips bit and sucked at one another. She hid a dirty smile in Will’s shoulder as Jack pushed her hands down from Will’s hips, reaching up beneath his shirt to touch bare skin. Their kisses quickened, growing shallow, and she watched their tongues slide together, fighting, stabbing for territory.
A better woman would’ve backed away when their clothes started falling, but since these two weren’t used to better women, Tia moved her arms just enough to help peel Will’s shirt away. She ran her hands up his bare chest as Jack knelt and unfastened his breeches, she nosing into Will’s hair as Jack nuzzled another set of the man’s curls and wetly sucked his cock. Will tossed his head back on her shoulder, body arching, thrusting, one large hand reaching back to grip Tia’s hip and balance himself, the other on Jack’s head. She looked around his arm in time to see him scrunch Jack’s faded red scarf and pull it off, then bury his long fingers into that black beaded mess. “Jaaaaaack,” he moaned, body writhing as he struggled to stay upright. “Damn it, Jack …”
Then it was her turn to cup Will’s face and stare into his eyes, as Jack stood and turned him, pressing his own scarred body against that tall, broad back. He gathered Will’s hair and lifted - then froze. Tia saw the shift in Will’s eyes as his warmth melted into confusion, and she looked back at Jack. His gaze was fixed on Will’s upper back, emotions for the moment easily identified in his expression. Confusion. Realization. Anger. Hatred. Self-loathing. Pity. And, just before he half-closed his eyes and touched his lips to the whip-scars, determined tenderness.
Will went rigid against her. “Shh,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to his. “He need to do dis, William. Let him try to fix dis.”
“He-“ Will swallowed, closing his eyes. “I made my peace with it.”
“Aye, but he hadn’t.” She kissed him lightly, just the corner of his mouth. When he moved his head, kissing her back, she slid her hands up into his hair and pressed close. “See?” she whispered against his lips.
He gasped, and she felt something between them, a hand near the folds of her skirt - Jack’s, closing around the lovely, hard prick pressing into her abdomen. “Is this for me?” she heard, pulling back to see Jack’s teeth tugging at the shell of Will’s ear. “Or her?”
“Jack,” he groaned, jerking into his hand.
“Me or her?” he insisted. “Because you can let ‘er kiss you all you like, an’ you can fuck her … but you’re not hers.”
“Why?” Will wanted to know, eyes half-closed, making no move to push either of them away despite the curiosity in his voice. “Who’re you to tell me whose I am?”
“I’m th’ captain of the woman ye truly love,” he rumbled, mouth on Will’s shoulder now. “She’s th’ one you need, that ye can’t live without.”
Will tensed, and Tia loosened her grip two seconds before he released her and turned to face his captain. “No, that’s you,” he snapped. “You put every bit of your love into something that can’t give it back completely.”
Jack’s body stiffened, and for a moment Tia watched, perfectly still, as he found his reply. “Is that what I’m doing now, then?” He lifted his chin.
Will stared at him, then relaxed the set of his shoulders. “You fool,” he whispered, pulling Jack to him. “You mad old bastard.”
This time, when they stopped kissing, it was just long enough to stumble to her bed. Jack turned Will and nudged from behind for him to climb on, following on his knees. He turned Will’s head sideways where they could kiss, as their hips moved in rhythm, getting used to the feel of doing this. Tia smothered a chuckle as she realized what was wrong before Jack ever did, and when he looked up and around, as if trying to remember something, she was standing on the other side of the bed, watching them.
Jack cleared his throat to even his voice. “Tia Dalma-“ he began.
“Yes, Jack.”
“Might you mind doin’ me an’ me young swain here a bit of a favor?”
“Why, what, Jack?” She faced them, her legs pressed to the side of the straw mattress, and touched Will’s face lightly. Jack bristled, nearly growling; she managed not to guffaw at the deliciousness of watching it.
“Would you have somethin’ to ease th’ way?”
From within the folds of her skirt, she produced the vial of rose oil she’d plucked from her nightstand while the two of them had stood in the middle of the room tasting one another. “Dis?”
“Aye, ‘zactly.” He reached, but she held it just out of grasp. “Yes?” he asked, clearly irritated.
She looked to Will. “Is dis what you want, William?”
He eyed the vial, and her, then looked over his shoulder toward Jack. “It is,” he finally nodded, his hand dropping to cover Jack’s on his thigh.
As Jack’s fingers stretched Will for the first time, he moaned against her fingers, then around them, sucking and licking, balancing himself with large hands squeezing her shoulders. When Jack pressed flush to the back of Will’s body, she knew the moment he pushed inside, the grit of Will’s teeth and arch of his torso. After some experimental thrusts, Jack pulled Will against him, one arm encircling his chest and the other hand on his hip.
Tia climbed on the bed and kissed him, bracing for the savagery bubbling in his blood. Will didn’t kiss back; he plundered her mouth, her teeth, his slick, insistent tongue flicking in and out almost to match Jack’s medium-paced fucking. She reached down and wrapped both hands around his jutting cock, and he leaned hard back into Jack, throwing off their rhythm. “Ah … yeah, oh yes … harder, Jack, move harder.”
“Pay attention,” the captain growled. He smoothed his hand below Will’s navel and dipped beneath his claimed yard to cup heavy balls. Tia thought she might overheat her mortal body on the spot as Will gasped and bucked into her hands, but clumsily turned his head to seek Jack’s mouth. “Tha’s right,” Jack encouraged, kissing him, licking and tongue-fucking him back. “Come for me - for my hand-“ He cut himself off, gently squeezing bollocks. “Me, dove - come for me.”
Though her hand was still the one bringing him off, Will made a strangled sound into Jack’s mouth and reached behind him to grab at Jack’s hips. For all his annoyed protestations and grumbling earlier, Tia grinned as she watched them gravitate to one another, two equal bodies in orbit and, at last, in rhythm.
When Jack went rigid with completion, eyes tightly shut and holding his breath, Will licked at his thick moustache, ruffling it, and butted his nose to his captain’s until the older man exhaled raggedly. Jack held him like that afterward, all closed eyes and wandering hands, and Will simply panted and allowed himself to sink back into Jack’s wiry frame for a few moments. Tia waited until she could walk properly, and slid backwards off the bed, gaining her feet. As she straightened the neckline of her low bodice, Will’s eyes flicked open, and he struggled upright, forward. “We didn’t get you!” he mumbled, blinking away his lethargy.
She didn’t need the pirate’s under-the-breath snort to verify that Will’s distraction had been carefully executed from the moment the captain had turned his gaze up into his blacksmith’s dark eyes. Watching his fingers pressing into his new lover’s bruising hips, though, she understood Turner held more power here than even Sparrow yet suspected. She didn’t muffle her laugh at the thought. “’M all right,” she reassured the … piratesmith? Good a description as any. She circled the end of her bed, indicating with a careless wave that they could have at it while she took care of research. (And what a delicious row - and make-up - would ensue when she told them how to raise Cortés’s treasure!) “Besides, you’ll ‘ave plenty o’ chances ta resolve dat problem.”
The last thing she heard as she exited was Will’s soft “Aye” clashing with an irritated growl out of his old reprobate.
EDIT: There's a sort-of prequel to this I wrote for potcsecretsanta, which can be found here, if you're inclined to read it.