Title: I Own You
Author: Kristyn (email@example.com)
Pairing: Jack/Will - semi-consensual
Summary: Jack can't resist Will's sexy little self, but Will could certainly resist Jack. If he had the chance.
Disclaimer: Obviously, not my characters, but I've molded them to my own. I don't know if this counts as a rape fic as there is some consent on Will's part. You'll see... I promise it's not too violent. :) Some movie spoilers, but I'm not ruining anything you don't already know.
Feedback: Please, I love to hear criticism, positive and negative.
Captain Jack Sparrow sulked behind the wheel of the HMS Interceptor, muttering to himself about having to take Will Turner to The Black Pearl. Truly, the last thing he wanted was to have to see Barbossa and the lot of those mutinous cowards. He scowled. But maybe this would help him get his boat back at last. After all, if this truly was the beautiful son of Bootstrap Bill ...
Did he just say beautiful? He rolled his eyes at his own disgusting behavior. Just focus on the sea, Sparrow, he snarled to himself. So he did. He watched the boat cut through the gently rolling waves, the water a breathtaking shade of turquoise. Even after so many years on the open seas, Jack had never gotten tired of seeing the Caribbean. And the smell of the salty air... he leaned his head back and took a deep breath, feeling the thick breeze tickle his moustache.
Will appeared from below decks, squinting at the searing sun that blinded him instantly. He muttered to himself also, but his muttering consisted of complaints of being surrounded by pirates. How abhorrent! He was supposed to trust these scoundrels to take him to his Elizabeth? He'd be lucky to escape with his life. He looked up at Captain Sparrow, who was scowling out at the sea. What a strange fellow, always seemingly half-drunk and slurring. Half the time it was a struggle to even understand what he was talking about. Sometimes he wasn't sure Jack had any idea what he was talking about, either. He decided to help Cotton repair the sails and started his slow climb up the mast.
Jack didn't know if he should watch Will's behind as he climbed up the mast or not. Eventually he couldn't resist and stared openly as he shimmied up to Cotton and his parrot, who were fixing one of the broken ropes holding the sail to the mast. He was able to resist the urge to lick his lips, however. It had been a long time since he'd corrupted a sweet, innocent youth like Turner. The very idea of it made his insides churn with anticipation. He watched sweat trickle from Will's hairline to his jaw down to his throat. Already the sun had punished his soft skin to a sweet golden brown, a perfect compliment to his rich, dark honey-colored eyes. His hair, which was, as usual, pulled back into a loose ponytail, was thick and hung in waves around his delicately boned face. There was something slightly elfish about the boy, in a way. If it wasn't for his thin goatee that framed his rugged jawline, he'd be downright effeminate. Jack told himself that that was the reason he was so intrigued with the boy. Or maybe it was because he was Bootstrap Bill's son. Anything but the truth... that he longed to touch his sweet, naked flesh, to hold it close to...
"Enough!" he cried out loud, and the crew all turned to look at him.
He scowled again and ordered Anna Maria to take over the wheel while he went below, stating that he was tired and hot. Oh, he was hot all right, but it wasn't from the harsh rays of the sun.
He rubbed at the smears of black liner under his eyes, sighing. He had promised that his escapades with that young boy in Tortuga would be the last. He was sticking only to the sweet, sassy whores. There was no scandal in that, after all. Not that he, Captain Jack Sparrow, had any fear of scandal. He was a pirate. And a damned good one at that. He stood tall and arrogant, preening at his ratty dreadlocks and re-curling his moustache.
Then he peered up the stairs, secretly staring at Will as he slithered down the mast, wiping sweat from his brow. He loosened a few of the buttons on his shirt, exposing a delicious looking expanse of tanned skin. He could see the swell of his chest muscles beginning to peek out from the sweat-tainted shirt and his breath caught in his throat. He rubbed his red bandanna thoughtfully, gnawing on his full bottom lip.
"Will, could I see you a minute, lad?" he asked, calling him below deck.
Will hopped down the stairs, disgusted at the feeling of his slick skin clinging to his clothes. " Yes, Jack?" He looked around the darkness of the cabin, trying to let his eyes readjust to the lack of light. He smelled the muskiness of the wet wood and stepped blindly further into the cabin.
"Jack?" He rubbed his eyes and looked around to find the cabin empty.
"Can I ask a question?" whispered a throaty voice behind him, his breath stirring the hair by his ear.
He whirled around with a gasp. "You scared me, Jack. What do you want?" He still wasn't entirely sure of this pirate's motives, and occasionally he feared the mad glint in his deep brown eyes. It was impossible to tell what he was up to, and being a pirate, he absolutely could not be trusted. After all, he had just helped this man steal a boat that belonged to the Navy! He couldn't wait to find out what kind of punishment was in store for him when he returned home.
Jack walked slowly around the anxious blacksmith, his boots making a staccato circle that echoed in the small room. He looked a little like a caged tiger, Will decided, with his arms behind his back, his eyes sizing up Will as if he planned to devour him. Now he was nervous. What exactly was Jack planning? His chocolate eyes were unreadable.
Jack's fingers trailed slowly along Will's shoulders and down his right arm as he continued his slow circle. He loved the look of fear in Will's eyes as he watched Jack pace in front of him and then behind him. He finally paused behind Will's back, reaching his hand up to stroke his throat. Will finally sprung into action, jumping away from Jack's tender touch.
"What are you doing?" he asked, backing away from the lascivious pirate. He feared Jack was going to try to kill him- there was a strange look in his eyes as he approached Will again.
"Relax, my boy," he soothed, stepping closer once again. "I don't have any intention of hurting you."
Will continued to back away from Jack until his back met the wall of the cabin. His eyes flicked around the room, looking for a weapon or another way of escaping. Maybe if he screamed... he tried to turn his head to peer up the stairs.
Jack grabbed his chin and turned it towards him, leaning close to his sweaty skin. His thumb roughly stroked Will's jaw, a smirk on his face.
"What do you want, then?" he asked, trying his hardest to appear haughty.
He wanted to laugh outright at the look of defiance on his face. Jesus, he was even cute, too. Jack leaned closer and breathed in the musky scent of his skin. Will tried to slide out of his grasp and the older man grabbed him by his forearms and pinned him up against the wall. Will could feel the rough wood of the cabin digging into him through his thin cotton shirt and he winced.
"Jack, knock it off," he snapped, now outright annoyed. "Let me go." He wriggled in Jack's ironclad grasp, but found that the pirate had a lot more strength than he imagined. Somewhere deep inside him, he felt a small fluttering at being so close to the mysterious man, but he ignored it.
"Perhaps you're not looking for a 'bonnie lass' at all," he murmured, his lips grazing Will's ear. His steamy breath sent chills through his body and he renewed his struggle to be released. Was he fighting because he didn't want to be pressed so close to Jack? Or was it because he did? He didn't know if he wanted to know the answer.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, turning his head away from Jack's lips. His heart had begun a ragged beat inside his chest, pounding painfully against his ribs.
Jack leaned close to Will's mouth. "Stop fighting me," he whispered huskily.
"Jack, I don't... this isn't..." he sighed, frustrated. "I don't like men. Like... this." He was flustered, and it was obvious.
"Are you sure about that?" he purred, reaching behind his head to unfasten his ponytail. Will's locks of hair spilled to his shoulders.
"Yes. Very sure." Then why did he feel breathless at Jack's touch? Why was his heart still jack hammering against his breastbone?
Jack tenderly tucked a lock of Will's hair behind his ear, leaning close to kiss his jaw. He felt rather than heard Will's sharp intake of air, the stiffening of all his muscles. He pushed against Jack and he stumbled backwards, looking irritated.
"Boy, so help me, I will make you obey. I am your Captain!" he cried, approaching Will once again.
"Stay away from me," he said, slithering away from Jack's second attempt to pin him against the wall. " I don't want you."
They both knew that wasn't entirely true. And even if it wasn't, Jack wasn't so sure he cared anymore. He felt an animal desire to own Will's body, to bend him to his will. He lunged at Will and knocked him onto the bed, where he cried out for help and wriggled desperately. Jack pressed a rough hand against Will's mouth, smothering his voice from any of the crew above.
"Shut up," he hissed. Will's scream in response was a high-pitched murmur against his palm. He rested quietly with his full weight on top of the young blacksmith until his squirming and shouting subsided.
"If I remove my hand, will you be quiet?" he asked, feeling excited at the challenge Will had become. Will nodded. Jack removed his hand, but the moment he did, Will began shouting at him again to get off of him.
"That's it!" Still leaning on Will as he shouted in his ear, he ripped off a strip of his bed sheet and tied it around his mouth, silencing him at last. Will was slightly disturbed at how erotic it felt to be pinned under the weight of the handsome pirate with a gag in his mouth.
"Now," he said calmly, smoothing Will's hair from his face as he glared up at him, "it won't do you any good to fight me. The best idea for you would be to just submit willingly."
The searing fury in Will's eyes told him that wasn't an option. At least, not at the moment.
The former Captain of the Black Pearl leaned down and kissed Will's throat, his tongue gently licking up every trace of salt on his skin. Will struggled to keep himself as unfeeling as he could, to ignore the prickles of electricity that were rocketing through his nerves. Jack kissed his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. His fingers wrapped themselves in Will's tangled curls, tugging gently. Will found his breathing was getting shallow and the heat of Jack's skin was causing new droplets of sweat to bead on his skin. Or was it his own excitement?
Jack tore open Will's shirt and peeled it from his body, despite the lack of help from the blacksmith underneath him. His weather-beaten hands stroked the muscled torso below him, his erection coming to life inside his salt-stiffened trousers. He pressed his hot mouth against Will's chest, holding him down by his arms as he slid down to lick and bite at his stomach and hips. His tongue managed to find every angle and every crevice of Will's body. He tried to steady his breathing, slow his racing heart, stop his erection from growing underneath Jack, but he found all three to be a losing battle. He didn't want this, he knew he didn't. Why was his body reacting the opposite way?
Jack's hand slid up his thighs, grazing across the ever-growing bulge in his trousers. He slid back up the bed with a triumphant smirk and untied the gag in Will's mouth.
"Are you going to be quiet now?" he asked.
Will wanted to start screaming again for help, but he knew first of all that none of the crew would stop their captain from doing (literally) whatever he wanted. Secondly, the gag in his mouth tasted like rotting sea salt and a certain unwashed pirate's sweat- the last thing he wanted was to have it back in his mouth.
"Yes," he growled. "But this is fully against my will, you know that."
Jack gave him a disarming half-smile as he looked back down to Will's pants. " Really. Are you sure?" He didn't wait for an answer as he pressed his mouth against Will's, his tongue invading his mouth. His kiss was as rough as his hands and Will was torn, not sure if he should try to fight Jack again or if he should kiss back. Jack's hips began a slow rocking against Will's and he was amazed by how good it felt to be touched once he decided to stop fighting. It had been so long...
Jack slid out of his jacket and shirt, bearing his dark brown, muscled skin. Many years as a pirate had punished his body, but the result was absolute sensuality. His corded muscles flexed as he threw the clothes to the floor. Before Will even realized what he was doing, he reached up and traced a few uncertain fingers down Jack's stomach. There certainly was something so mesmerizing about this dark-eyed man and now he'd been caught up in his spell.
Jack leaned down and pressed desperate, frantic kisses on Will's throat and face, his fingers clawing at his arms. Will was frozen, unsure of how to react or what to do. He laid there with his eyes closed, breathing in the scent of Jack's sweaty skin. Jack's fingers curled around his throat and he kissed Will hard, hard enough to make his lips tingle as they smashed against his teeth.
Jack murmured Will's name over and over against his mouth as he unfastened his pants and rolled them slowly down Will's muscular thighs. He didn't bother to take them all the way off, knowing he'd have to fight with his boots, a task he wasn't interested in. He eased Will onto his stomach, sliding his palm up his spine.
"Wait," Will protested weakly, shocked by how the lust had worn down his voice. "Jack, I don't know if I'm ready for this."
Jack unfastened his own pants and slid them to his knees, pulling Will onto all fours. "Shhhh... just relax," he urged, one hand roaming his damp skin of his body while the other helped guide himself into Will slowly. Will whimpered at the sudden shock of pain, his muscles tightening once again. Jack eased himself fully into the young boy below him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Relax," he whispered against his shoulders as he began slow, gentle thrusts. Will gritted his teeth, clinging to the bed frame until his knuckles whitened.
"Jack, please," he moaned. "It hurts."
He ignored him, lavishing kisses on his back and shoulders. He straightened and his hands gripped Will's hips as he began to slide into a more natural rhythm. Will took shallow breaths, finally beginning to relax as some of the pain subsided. He was surprised to find that he rather enjoyed the feeling of Jack inside of him... but maybe it was because he really didn't have much of a choice at this point.
Jack's fingers continued to dig into Will's hips and he groaned. Will relaxed his grip on the bed a little and began to move in rhythm with the pirate above him. Jack groaned again, his hands pawing at his skin. He clawed at his back and increased the force of his thrusts, nearly sending Will face-first into the wall. He pressed his palm against the wall as leverage to thrust backwards at Jack. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Will's hair, pulling his throat up towards his mouth. He bit the tender flesh with such force that Will cried out, curling his fingers around the bed frame again.
He remembered himself in a startling moment of clarity and realized that it was a filthy, lying pirate that was causing such ripples of ecstasy to course through him.
"I don't want to do this," he moaned breathlessly. "Jack, get off of me. I've changed my mind."
"It's a little late for that now," he replied, and once again, increased his speed. He was now slamming quite wildly into Will and he moaned at the sharp pain. Jack's hand slid between Will's thighs and stroked his throbbing shaft in rhythm with his forceful thrusts. Will began to lose sense of which part of him was in agony and which was in rapture- every muscle in his body was singing. He felt weak-limbed and his body sagged towards the mattress. Jack lowered himself onto Will again, supporting his jelly-boned body with his forearm and their skin slid together with a nearly audible crackle of electricity. Jack once again began moaning, this time unable to contain strained cries for Will. Will found himself frozen once again, pressed tightly against Jack's moist skin, feeling his lips caressing his back as his expert hand stroked him hard.
Jack's moans changed and he barely seemed able to vocalize as his body began to tighten. His rhythm became jerky and even more forceful. Will tensed and Jack's free hand slid to his behind, gripping it hard as he let out a choked groan and exploded inside him, seeing white lights flashing in front of his eyes. Although he had protested the entire time and now was not even sure he was enjoying himself, his body also burst into a thousand colors, his lips whispering Jack's name as a tear slipped down his cheek.
Jack slid out of Will with a groan and flopped onto his back. He almost looked beautiful, Will thought, sweaty and naked and content as he was. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, not sure what he should do.
"Are we done?" Will asked, reaching for his clothes.
He leaned forward and kissed him gently. Just as Will began to kiss him back, he pulled away.
"Yeah. Now we're done. You can go back to work."
If he hadn't wanted to be there, if he had practically been raped by the new Captain of the HMS Interceptor, why did he feel so upset about being thrown away now? He sighed as he finished dressing, shuffling up the stairs.
Jack smiled to himself, the slow rocking of the boat beginning to lull him into sleep. "What you don't know, Mr. Turner," he said to the ceiling with half-closed eyes, "is that this will hardly be the last time I will own you."
He chuckled as his eyes finally closed.