Fracture 2/7
Fracture
Part Two
He spread his legs willingly enough, allowing Will between his shaking thighs. He had graduated from his cell to the Captain’s bed, though some of the more cruel crew members joked that others had been there and didn’t last long. Some of the less cruel told him that the cell across from his, the empty one, had once housed two of the Naval Officers, though no one could come up with their names. Jack figured they meant Gillete and Groves.
A particularly sharp pinch of his scrotum dragged his mind back to the present. Will’s dark eyes glittered up at him from his knees. “Still with me, Jack?”
Swallowing hard, Jack reached down with one hand, searching for one of Will’s. The Captain allowed him to clasp his hand, twining their fingers together. “Always,” he choked out, squeezing hard. “Please!”
Will’s smirk looked better on a shark but he leaned back down and restarted the careful sipping of his erection. One hand in Will’s, and the other buried in the sheets, Jack twisted and cried out, fully present with the happenings on the bed.
It was a rare treat for his hands to be free during such an occasion, though his ankles were always bound to the heavy metal frame. He spent days where some sort of infraction required him bound and aroused for hours at a time, his body strung as tightly as his chains. He was rarely allowed to touch back.
He’d long ago stopped dreaming.
Will slithered up Jack’s body, leaving light nipping kisses. “Your turn,” Will breathed against his lips and Jack surged into movement, relishing the freedom. He twisted them so he was hovering above Will, though his legs were oddly angled due to the chains. Avoiding Will’s lips, for the time being, he zeroed in on the shining scales on Will’s neck.
The Captain’s breathing hitched, as Jack’s lips glided from scale to scale, his fingers tracing them reverently, and touching them gently with his tongue to taste the difference between damp skin and shining scale. With each kiss and nibble and touch and worship, Will’s breathing got more and more ragged. By the time that Jack reached his Captain’s raging erection, Will was at his limit.
He flipped them, scrambling off the bed in a flurry of movement that caused Jack to whimper in disappointment. He reached out for Will who paused and took Jack’s free hand. “Sorry,” he said, leaving a kiss on Jack’s knuckles.
“No worries,” Jack whispered, not moving. Will looked at him for a long moment before taking a key off the bureau and unlocking the manacles around his ankles. “Will...?” Jack breathed, not moving even after being freed. Will licked his lips, nodded once, and left the room.
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Jack stood, dressed for the first time in weeks and hating it, in front of Barbossa’s cage door. Barbossa, his head angled on correctly again, glared at him through hate filled eyes. “Puppet,” Barbossa spat through mangled lips. “Sodomist!” Jack didn’t flinch. “You owe me, Jack Sparrow, you owe me your life. Get me out of here.”
Jack shook his head, but didn’t respond.
“Has he fucked you into submission? I can hear, I have eyes!” Barbossa strained against his chains. “More, please, god, Will, you, more,” he mocked in a high pitched imitation. “You make me sick, though you always have, Jaack...” Jack’s jaw clenched at the old elongation of his name.
When Jack didn’t respond other than that, Barbossa’s eyes narrowed in anger. For what seemed like minutes, the insults rained on, and finally Jack fled the brig, up the stairs and out onto deck, moving sluggishly through the water. Panicked and not understanding why, Jack sought out William and half-bolted, half-swam into his arms.
Will looked shocked to see him but closed his arms around the shivering form. With a though, the Dutchman raised itself out of the water. “Jack, what is it?” he asked, jerking his chin to Ana Maria to go down to the brig. Jack just shook his head and held on tighter. “Jack,” Will warned, a note of steel in his voice.
“Went to go see Barbossa,” Jack muttered sullenly into Will’s shoulder. Something struck Will, something he hadn’t felt since dying, and Will allowed himself to tighten his hold on Jack. “Said I was broken,” Jack continued, digging his chin into Will’s collarbone. “Not true. Not broken.”
Will gently shushed him, leading the broken man to the Cabin. He gently undressed the former-pirate, light touches and gentle kisses, as Jack stood a little shell-shocked at the attention. Will bit roughly at Jack’s neck, holding him up when Jack’s knees got weak. When Will’s mouth moved away, there was a scale matching his. “William!” Jack gasped, when he felt it, and came.
-
Will watched Jack sleep, the moonlight playing over his face and body. The man was sleeping peacefully, the first time since he arrived on the boat. The coldness that seeped over his soul was gone, for now, and William pressed a kiss to Jack’s shoulder before he slipped out of bed and went down the stairs to the brig.
He stood impassively at the door to Barbossa’s cell, and waited until Hector met his eyes before he raised a hand in a half-wave. The old pirate never saw it coming, as his body flowed away like water, sent back to the ether in which souls come.
Next, he destroyed Beckett, and entered Norrington’s cell. The man sat on the cot still, rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, never blinking or speaking. Will laid a hand on his head, wincing when James flinched and cried out in pain. Then he too, was gone.
Making a swift decision, he made his way back to his cabin and curled around Jack. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into Jack’s hair. “Please, find it within yourself to forgive me.”
Jack turned in his arms. “Will?” he asked, desperately, reaching for him. Will laid a hand on his head. “Will? No, whatever it is...don’t...please, don’t send me away,” he begged, pressing himself closer.
“Do you love me?” Will asked fiercely.
The clouds covered the moonlight. “Yes!” Jack cried out, pulling Will’s head down with scrabbling fingers. “Yes!”
“Say it!” Will shouted, scales crawling their chill across his spine.
“I love y-,” Jack began, and faded away before he could finish his sentence. Will lay alone in the bed, silver scales covering smooth flesh until nothing but pain remained.
Part Three