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Part 2
Title: He’s a pirate
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, Will Turner/Elizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, slash, angst!sex
Summary: (Set [almost] in Pirates 2) Will is on a mission to find Jack Sparrow, but what he doesn’t know is that Jack has plans for him as well. Can William find what he wants and needs? Or will the allure of a pirate take him over?
Part Two: Rest and recovery?
It seemed like days, almost weeks that Will stood there. Waiting for Jack, or anyone who wanted to, to come down and make him scream. Dried blood on his back, and when he wasn’t in use, the club shoved up into his bloody hole. The ground was sprinkled with his semen, after he was finally allowed to come. At one point he thought he had been moved, but he couldn’t be sure. The deck was unusually quiet, the gentle rocking of the waves moving him up and down with the ship.
“Come on!” he heard a voice call. It wasn’t a man’s voice, but it was so familiar…
Elizabeth came down the steps. Her dress abandoned, but wearing breeches, boots and a tunic. She gasped horrified at the state of him.
“Elizabeth,” he croaked, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. She ran to his side, brushing back a strand of hair. She fought with the chains for a second, as two other people came down to this level. It was Norrington, and the Governor, both stopped in their tracks to gaze at Will. Elizabeth abandoned the chains and reached down to untie the rope and look at the wooden club.
“Will,” she murmured, “Who did this to you?” She gripped the part of the handle still outside Will’s body and pulled. He cried out, the wood scraping past old tears inside him. She shhhed him softly and gently let it come out, and tossed it to a corner of the ship.
“Elizabeth,” the Governor said, regaining the use of his tongue, “please go back up to the deck until we get him some clothes.”
“I agree, this is no place for a lady,” Norrington added. Elizabeth looked around the deck, and saw a key. She reached for it and unlocked William. He slumped into her arms, as she cradled him. He shuddered and began to sob, Elizabeth stroking his hair, and murmuring to him.
“It’s alright, Will,” she whispered, “I’ve got you.” They sat there for a long time, until several men came down and picked up Will from her arms.
“We will tend to him,” Norrington said, blocking her from following them, “You will see him soon enough.”
“I will tend to him,” she replied, pushing past him. The Govorner and Norrigton stood and watched her leave. They looked around the deck, seeing the blood, semen, and then the whips.
“Bloody hell,” the Governor said, “Why did they do this to him?” Norrington shrugged, and turned to go back up to the deck.
Will tossed and turned, dreams of long nights, something wrapped around his member, whippings. The cackle of pirates, that husky voice, the release, and he jerked. Will found that he was sitting up in a bed, soft, warm, and there was Elizabeth, sound asleep in a chair next to him. She didn’t move, and he looked at her for a long time. So beautiful, but why was she here?
She opened her eyes, and saw Will looking at her. Her expression was soft, and she got up from the bed. Next to the chair was a few herbs, creams, and bandages.
“I hope you won’t mind if I tend to you,” she said, her hands full of the medicinal objects. He shook his head, and she motioned for him to turn on his stomach. He complied, and she opened the back of his shirt.
“How did you find me?” Will asked, turning to try and see her.
“Sparrow stole another ship, and left you on it,” she replied. She rubbed his back with creams and bound it back up. She looked at his lower region, hidden beneath the cover of the blankets.
“I heard you were taken by pirates,” Will said, and she pulled back the cover. Will jerked away, and looked at her.
“I need to help fix that too,” she said, “Or it won’t heal properly.” Turner looked at her, then lay back in his place. She rubbed the creams on his arse, then pulled his legs apart, to start putting herbs in the infected area. He bit his lip, her gentle touch aroused him. She brushed his balls, and blood rushed to his groin.
“Elizabeth,” he murmured, trying not to gasp, but failing. She stopped, and Will turned to look at him, reaching for the cover. But she held it back from him.
“I went looking for Sparrow,” she said, “He deserves to go to the gallows, now.” Her eyes went right for his erect member, and he put a hand over it, ashamed.
“I can’t Elizabeth,” he said, turning away from her, knowing that she wanted to help him, some healing that an herb couldn’t provide. But he wasn’t ready for that. Elizabeth leaned over, and pressed her lips against his. Her hand wrapped around him, and he came, shooting the white essence all over her dress.
“Trust me,” she said. But Will pushed her away, and she looked at him, curious, unsure of him.
“No,” he said, climbing under the blankets, “No.” She turned from him, his rejection hitting her in the chest, and she walked out the door, without a look back.
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, Will Turner/Elizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, slash, angst!sex
Summary: (Set [almost] in Pirates 2) Will is on a mission to find Jack Sparrow, but what he doesn’t know is that Jack has plans for him as well. Can William find what he wants and needs? Or will the allure of a pirate take him over?
Part Two: Rest and recovery?
It seemed like days, almost weeks that Will stood there. Waiting for Jack, or anyone who wanted to, to come down and make him scream. Dried blood on his back, and when he wasn’t in use, the club shoved up into his bloody hole. The ground was sprinkled with his semen, after he was finally allowed to come. At one point he thought he had been moved, but he couldn’t be sure. The deck was unusually quiet, the gentle rocking of the waves moving him up and down with the ship.
“Come on!” he heard a voice call. It wasn’t a man’s voice, but it was so familiar…
Elizabeth came down the steps. Her dress abandoned, but wearing breeches, boots and a tunic. She gasped horrified at the state of him.
“Elizabeth,” he croaked, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. She ran to his side, brushing back a strand of hair. She fought with the chains for a second, as two other people came down to this level. It was Norrington, and the Governor, both stopped in their tracks to gaze at Will. Elizabeth abandoned the chains and reached down to untie the rope and look at the wooden club.
“Will,” she murmured, “Who did this to you?” She gripped the part of the handle still outside Will’s body and pulled. He cried out, the wood scraping past old tears inside him. She shhhed him softly and gently let it come out, and tossed it to a corner of the ship.
“Elizabeth,” the Governor said, regaining the use of his tongue, “please go back up to the deck until we get him some clothes.”
“I agree, this is no place for a lady,” Norrington added. Elizabeth looked around the deck, and saw a key. She reached for it and unlocked William. He slumped into her arms, as she cradled him. He shuddered and began to sob, Elizabeth stroking his hair, and murmuring to him.
“It’s alright, Will,” she whispered, “I’ve got you.” They sat there for a long time, until several men came down and picked up Will from her arms.
“We will tend to him,” Norrington said, blocking her from following them, “You will see him soon enough.”
“I will tend to him,” she replied, pushing past him. The Govorner and Norrigton stood and watched her leave. They looked around the deck, seeing the blood, semen, and then the whips.
“Bloody hell,” the Governor said, “Why did they do this to him?” Norrington shrugged, and turned to go back up to the deck.
Will tossed and turned, dreams of long nights, something wrapped around his member, whippings. The cackle of pirates, that husky voice, the release, and he jerked. Will found that he was sitting up in a bed, soft, warm, and there was Elizabeth, sound asleep in a chair next to him. She didn’t move, and he looked at her for a long time. So beautiful, but why was she here?
She opened her eyes, and saw Will looking at her. Her expression was soft, and she got up from the bed. Next to the chair was a few herbs, creams, and bandages.
“I hope you won’t mind if I tend to you,” she said, her hands full of the medicinal objects. He shook his head, and she motioned for him to turn on his stomach. He complied, and she opened the back of his shirt.
“How did you find me?” Will asked, turning to try and see her.
“Sparrow stole another ship, and left you on it,” she replied. She rubbed his back with creams and bound it back up. She looked at his lower region, hidden beneath the cover of the blankets.
“I heard you were taken by pirates,” Will said, and she pulled back the cover. Will jerked away, and looked at her.
“I need to help fix that too,” she said, “Or it won’t heal properly.” Turner looked at her, then lay back in his place. She rubbed the creams on his arse, then pulled his legs apart, to start putting herbs in the infected area. He bit his lip, her gentle touch aroused him. She brushed his balls, and blood rushed to his groin.
“Elizabeth,” he murmured, trying not to gasp, but failing. She stopped, and Will turned to look at him, reaching for the cover. But she held it back from him.
“I went looking for Sparrow,” she said, “He deserves to go to the gallows, now.” Her eyes went right for his erect member, and he put a hand over it, ashamed.
“I can’t Elizabeth,” he said, turning away from her, knowing that she wanted to help him, some healing that an herb couldn’t provide. But he wasn’t ready for that. Elizabeth leaned over, and pressed her lips against his. Her hand wrapped around him, and he came, shooting the white essence all over her dress.
“Trust me,” she said. But Will pushed her away, and she looked at him, curious, unsure of him.
“No,” he said, climbing under the blankets, “No.” She turned from him, his rejection hitting her in the chest, and she walked out the door, without a look back.