The Way to Matelotage
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soleilpirateAuthor: Soleil Compeau
Title: The Way to Matelotage
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Will/Elizabeth, Jack/Elizabeth
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Everything here is mine! Mine! *maniacal laughter trailing off into confused expression* Um, could you remove these restraints please?
Summary: What does betrayal and death do to a love affair?
Author's Notes: Sequel to Heal the Hurt. Basically, I was left wanting more by the Locker scenes. Not by Johnny's performance, but by the emptiness of the Locker itself. When Elizabeth said "I don't see Jack. I don't see anyone!" the plot bunny hit me hard. I just didn't know where to put it. This fic starts out very angsty, then degenerates into smut.
Warning: Lots of slash, threesome, then het. Just so you know what to expect.
Chapter one - Found him!
The beach beckoned them, and they were flung onto it by waves as well as bits of flotsam and chunks of what was now driftwood and had once been a ship. Bruised and choking on seawater, Elizabeth stood up slowly and pushed streaming hair out of her eyes. Others stumbled up beside her. She sought Will's hand. "I don't see Jack," she said anxiously. "I don't see ANYONE!"
Barbossa started to answer her, but before he could sounds began to drift to them over the slight rise of sand before them. Everyone exchanged a glance, taking a nice long time so no one's eyes would be left out. Together, hesitantly, they started forward. Rising to the crest of the dune, they saw what made the sounds. Dead sailors in various states of decay wandered aimlessly.
There were thousands of them, and the bedraggled crew simply gaped in astonishment that rapidly became despair as they saw the immense throngs they must sort through. Hulks of ships scattered like rotting landmarks here and there in the crowd. There were men in uniforms, some so old that none of the crew recognized the government represented. There were women and children too, and these were the most disturbing.
Every one of them bore a haunted look of pain and bewilderment, and longing. Every one of them wandered, seeking a lost loved one or a way out, or both. Every one of them murmured some sort of litany, whether it be the name of whom they sought, or a prayer, or a curse. "How are we supposed to find Jack Sparrow in all this!" Elizabeth wailed, beginning to panic.
"We have to stick together." Will's eyes scanned the scene before him. "Find a high point and look for the Black Pearl. Jack'll be near her."
"Witty Jack is closer than you think!" Tia Dalma crooned, stroking one finger over a crab she held in her hands.
The dead surged and parted around them, murmured implorings a soft sussuration against their ears. In the distance, something moved. A ship sailed majestically towards them on the sand. A ship with black sails. The Black Pearl splashed into the water that surged on the shore a few yards behind them. Her captain lowered a boat and came to shore to confront them.
They ran back to the beach, dodging ambling ghosts, and lined up to watch in wonder as Jack splashed ashore to look at them. He stood silently, regarding them with his hands on his hips. Gibbs, Cotton, Ragetti, Pintel, Barbossa, Will, and Elizabeth raced towards him. Jack flinched backwards, stumbling and nearly falling to keep a distance between them. His eyes locked on Gibbs's face, this seemed to calm him. He moved closer to the portly older man.
"Jack, you're in Davy Jones Locker," Gibbs said gently. "We've come to rescue you."
Jack didn't seem to know what to say to that. He glanced down the line at them all, and attempted to put on his usual swagger and bravado. "Have you now? Mighty kind of you." He inspected them each as he passed them, faltering when he came to Will. His eyes lingered on the blacksmith's face, growing wide and staring into Will's eyes with some unreadable emotion.
"But why should I sail with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past, one of you..." He came to Elizabeth in that moment, and stopped short.
She moved forward with a glad little cry, her relief at finding him apparently unharmed overwhelming all other considerations. Jack did stumble back now, letting out a small cry, and fled back to Will Turner. He grasped hold of the young man's arms, clinging to him, and quite literally cowered against his body. Elizabeth's smile dropped from her face instantly, and she slowed her forward motion but did not stop it. Jack cringed backwards, moving himself further behind Will's body.
"She succeeded," he muttered. "She killed me."
Will stared incredulously at Elizabeth. Then glanced back at Jack, who was rubbing his wrist and knuckles. Raw red marks marred the flesh there, from the shackles he'd barely been able to pull free from. Full realization dawned on Will and he swung his face back towards Elizabeth. "You left Jack to the Kraken!"
Chapter Two - Comfort Sex
The best course of action was obviously for them to board the Black Pearl and sail for the land of the Living once again. Jack protested Barbossa captaining the Pearl loudly and nearly incoherently. Gibbs and Will crowded close to him, one of them on either side, and talked to him firmly and lovingly the whole time until they were all aboard the ship.
Will told Barbossa firmly that he was in command ONLY until Jack was fit enough to deal with the issue of captaincy himself. Meanwhile, Will would be taking Jack to the main cabin and tending to him, trying to reach his mind again and wake him fully from the horrors of the Locker. Elizabeth tried to help Will escort the soul wounded man. Jack realized that she was near him, and jerked away from her, cursing and hissing angrily at her to get away from him, far away if you please. He was quite wild eyed by the time Will shooed the upset woman away and shut the door of the great cabin.
As soon as they were alone the pirate slumped into a chair, wearily scrubbing his face with his hand. "Will," he said weakly. "Gods Will, yer like a beacon o' light to me." He reached his arms out for him. "Hold me. Remind me that I'm alive, and that you are!"
Will crossed the room and let Jack slip his arms around his waist. He was positively cuddled by the man as Jack drew his arms tight and pressed his face into Will's stomach. "No more of those horrible ghosts looking for what I can't give 'em." His words were slightly muffled by Will's shirt. "No more of meself, mocking and loathing at every turn. You're HERE, Will!"
That last bit was said with a glad cry, as Jack began to tremble. Will put his arms around the pirate's shoulders, stroking soothingly. He could not help but respond with compassion to Jack's obvious fear.
"You're so warm, William." Jack murmured into his stomach. He rubbed his face back and forth on it. It was a sensuous movement, and Will caught his breath. He scolded himself. Now is not the time for such thoughts, Jack is hurting and needs you! But the manner in which Jack needed him was made clear by the man's next actions. His arms loosened their tight grip, and his hands slid from Will's back to his hips.
Jack looked beguilingly up at him. There was no other word for the look on his face. "So warm and alive. Make me feel alive William. Remind me."
Will took a deep shuddery breath. He moved his hands to cup Jack's slender face, rubbing his thumbs lightly over the sharply defined cheekbones. Those full lips parted under his thick mustache, letting out a breathy moan. "Touch me everywhere, love. Want to feel your hands all over me."
He was pulling out all the stops in his efforts to seduce the young man. His hands on Will's hips began sliding up and down, rubbing gently on his sides. Jack yanked his shirt out of his breeches and let his fingers dance over Will's skin. He quivered, and his hands tightened on Jack's head. He dug his fingers into the thick hair. It was softer than he remembered, but then, he'd been touching different parts of Jack last time they'd been together.
The pirate's touches became more eager and insistent. He suddenly yanked Will's shirt up and pressed a soft open mouthed kiss on Will's bare skin. His tongue delved into the young, firm flesh, circling the sensitive navel. William moaned, tossed his head back, panted for breath. He was not used to being alone with Jack. Elizabeth had been part of their sex every time. The calloused hands holding his hips slid around to squeeze at his bottom.
Jack leaned back and began pulling off his clothing. He stripped to the waist, then raised his gaze to Will. His eyes were wide open, revealing a vulnerability and nakedness. Will abruptly realized that though Jack was touching him with gentleness and reverence, there was a fierce and barely controlled desire in him. Jack was starving for Will. He wanted to drown himself in the blacksmith.
His eyes fluttered shut when Will hesitantly took hold of his shoulders. He massaged, using the power of his strong hands to ease away tension and soothe the rigid muscles. Jack's dark lashes curved on his cheeks. Seeing him this way, Will could honestly say that Jack was beautiful. Not at all in the fashion of a woman, no, too much raw power and masculinity surged, barely held in check. But he was absolutely exquisite.
His eyes shot open quickly when Will let go of him. But he saw it was to strip off his own clothes, and a hungry little noise escaped him. As soon as he could, he stretched up sinuously and swept his tongue over the firm brown nipples on the smooth muscled chest. A guttural sound was dragged from Will's throat, and he clutched at Jack's body. Jack seemed to take this as a signal to move things along farther. He continued to drag his lips over Will's chest and stomach, tongue tasting, teeth nipping.
His hands went below Will's waist. One palm pressed firmly against the growing bulge there, massaging gently. His fingers made quick work of the lacings, cloth rustled as he impatiently laid it aside. Will's hips jerked as a warm, not quite rough, hand curled firmly around his most tender flesh. Up and down, up and down, almost hypnotically he stroked the quivering, flushed organ.
"William," Jack's voice was a rough purr. He hunched his shoulders a bit, bending down just enough, to take that firm throbbing heat into his mouth. With ease he slid his lips to the hilt, moistening the entire length, showing no sign of discomfort. Then proceeded to play and explore. Backing up, he explored the head with his tongue, tasting the wetness that began to leak out of the slit. Then he tightened his lips at the sensitive area just beneath the tip, and bobbed his head hard and fast while his fist pumped up and down the rest of Will's shaft.
The man's legs nearly gave out at such wonderful treatment. He managed to grip the chair Jack was sitting on. That, and Jack's other hand pressed to the small of his back, enabled him to remain on his feet. He forced his eyes wide open when they wanted to squeeze shut, not wanting to miss a moment of that fine bronzed face swaying slowly along his thick hard cock. Jack grasped his hips in both hands, pulling him eagerly against his mouth, stuffing Will deeper down his throat.
"God! Jack!" Will's chest was too tight, his skin too hot. His heart hammered wildly in his chest. One hand let go of the chair and tangled in Jack's wild mane. The pirate moaned. Will's hips bucked. Once, twice, a third time and he was flying, pouring himself out between Jack's lips in streams of tortured bliss.
He slumped, suddenly gasping like a fish out of water. In one fluid motion Jack was standing and supporting the dazed young man as he staggered. "Come to the bed, love! Me darling own Will, I need you in bed!" his lips crested urgently over the slightly taller man's collarbones as he edged them towards the dark alcove where he slept. Chapters 3-4
Title: The Way to Matelotage
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Will/Elizabeth, Jack/Elizabeth
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Everything here is mine! Mine! *maniacal laughter trailing off into confused expression* Um, could you remove these restraints please?
Summary: What does betrayal and death do to a love affair?
Author's Notes: Sequel to Heal the Hurt. Basically, I was left wanting more by the Locker scenes. Not by Johnny's performance, but by the emptiness of the Locker itself. When Elizabeth said "I don't see Jack. I don't see anyone!" the plot bunny hit me hard. I just didn't know where to put it. This fic starts out very angsty, then degenerates into smut.
Warning: Lots of slash, threesome, then het. Just so you know what to expect.
Chapter one - Found him!
The beach beckoned them, and they were flung onto it by waves as well as bits of flotsam and chunks of what was now driftwood and had once been a ship. Bruised and choking on seawater, Elizabeth stood up slowly and pushed streaming hair out of her eyes. Others stumbled up beside her. She sought Will's hand. "I don't see Jack," she said anxiously. "I don't see ANYONE!"
Barbossa started to answer her, but before he could sounds began to drift to them over the slight rise of sand before them. Everyone exchanged a glance, taking a nice long time so no one's eyes would be left out. Together, hesitantly, they started forward. Rising to the crest of the dune, they saw what made the sounds. Dead sailors in various states of decay wandered aimlessly.
There were thousands of them, and the bedraggled crew simply gaped in astonishment that rapidly became despair as they saw the immense throngs they must sort through. Hulks of ships scattered like rotting landmarks here and there in the crowd. There were men in uniforms, some so old that none of the crew recognized the government represented. There were women and children too, and these were the most disturbing.
Every one of them bore a haunted look of pain and bewilderment, and longing. Every one of them wandered, seeking a lost loved one or a way out, or both. Every one of them murmured some sort of litany, whether it be the name of whom they sought, or a prayer, or a curse. "How are we supposed to find Jack Sparrow in all this!" Elizabeth wailed, beginning to panic.
"We have to stick together." Will's eyes scanned the scene before him. "Find a high point and look for the Black Pearl. Jack'll be near her."
"Witty Jack is closer than you think!" Tia Dalma crooned, stroking one finger over a crab she held in her hands.
The dead surged and parted around them, murmured implorings a soft sussuration against their ears. In the distance, something moved. A ship sailed majestically towards them on the sand. A ship with black sails. The Black Pearl splashed into the water that surged on the shore a few yards behind them. Her captain lowered a boat and came to shore to confront them.
They ran back to the beach, dodging ambling ghosts, and lined up to watch in wonder as Jack splashed ashore to look at them. He stood silently, regarding them with his hands on his hips. Gibbs, Cotton, Ragetti, Pintel, Barbossa, Will, and Elizabeth raced towards him. Jack flinched backwards, stumbling and nearly falling to keep a distance between them. His eyes locked on Gibbs's face, this seemed to calm him. He moved closer to the portly older man.
"Jack, you're in Davy Jones Locker," Gibbs said gently. "We've come to rescue you."
Jack didn't seem to know what to say to that. He glanced down the line at them all, and attempted to put on his usual swagger and bravado. "Have you now? Mighty kind of you." He inspected them each as he passed them, faltering when he came to Will. His eyes lingered on the blacksmith's face, growing wide and staring into Will's eyes with some unreadable emotion.
"But why should I sail with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past, one of you..." He came to Elizabeth in that moment, and stopped short.
She moved forward with a glad little cry, her relief at finding him apparently unharmed overwhelming all other considerations. Jack did stumble back now, letting out a small cry, and fled back to Will Turner. He grasped hold of the young man's arms, clinging to him, and quite literally cowered against his body. Elizabeth's smile dropped from her face instantly, and she slowed her forward motion but did not stop it. Jack cringed backwards, moving himself further behind Will's body.
"She succeeded," he muttered. "She killed me."
Will stared incredulously at Elizabeth. Then glanced back at Jack, who was rubbing his wrist and knuckles. Raw red marks marred the flesh there, from the shackles he'd barely been able to pull free from. Full realization dawned on Will and he swung his face back towards Elizabeth. "You left Jack to the Kraken!"
Chapter Two - Comfort Sex
The best course of action was obviously for them to board the Black Pearl and sail for the land of the Living once again. Jack protested Barbossa captaining the Pearl loudly and nearly incoherently. Gibbs and Will crowded close to him, one of them on either side, and talked to him firmly and lovingly the whole time until they were all aboard the ship.
Will told Barbossa firmly that he was in command ONLY until Jack was fit enough to deal with the issue of captaincy himself. Meanwhile, Will would be taking Jack to the main cabin and tending to him, trying to reach his mind again and wake him fully from the horrors of the Locker. Elizabeth tried to help Will escort the soul wounded man. Jack realized that she was near him, and jerked away from her, cursing and hissing angrily at her to get away from him, far away if you please. He was quite wild eyed by the time Will shooed the upset woman away and shut the door of the great cabin.
As soon as they were alone the pirate slumped into a chair, wearily scrubbing his face with his hand. "Will," he said weakly. "Gods Will, yer like a beacon o' light to me." He reached his arms out for him. "Hold me. Remind me that I'm alive, and that you are!"
Will crossed the room and let Jack slip his arms around his waist. He was positively cuddled by the man as Jack drew his arms tight and pressed his face into Will's stomach. "No more of those horrible ghosts looking for what I can't give 'em." His words were slightly muffled by Will's shirt. "No more of meself, mocking and loathing at every turn. You're HERE, Will!"
That last bit was said with a glad cry, as Jack began to tremble. Will put his arms around the pirate's shoulders, stroking soothingly. He could not help but respond with compassion to Jack's obvious fear.
"You're so warm, William." Jack murmured into his stomach. He rubbed his face back and forth on it. It was a sensuous movement, and Will caught his breath. He scolded himself. Now is not the time for such thoughts, Jack is hurting and needs you! But the manner in which Jack needed him was made clear by the man's next actions. His arms loosened their tight grip, and his hands slid from Will's back to his hips.
Jack looked beguilingly up at him. There was no other word for the look on his face. "So warm and alive. Make me feel alive William. Remind me."
Will took a deep shuddery breath. He moved his hands to cup Jack's slender face, rubbing his thumbs lightly over the sharply defined cheekbones. Those full lips parted under his thick mustache, letting out a breathy moan. "Touch me everywhere, love. Want to feel your hands all over me."
He was pulling out all the stops in his efforts to seduce the young man. His hands on Will's hips began sliding up and down, rubbing gently on his sides. Jack yanked his shirt out of his breeches and let his fingers dance over Will's skin. He quivered, and his hands tightened on Jack's head. He dug his fingers into the thick hair. It was softer than he remembered, but then, he'd been touching different parts of Jack last time they'd been together.
The pirate's touches became more eager and insistent. He suddenly yanked Will's shirt up and pressed a soft open mouthed kiss on Will's bare skin. His tongue delved into the young, firm flesh, circling the sensitive navel. William moaned, tossed his head back, panted for breath. He was not used to being alone with Jack. Elizabeth had been part of their sex every time. The calloused hands holding his hips slid around to squeeze at his bottom.
Jack leaned back and began pulling off his clothing. He stripped to the waist, then raised his gaze to Will. His eyes were wide open, revealing a vulnerability and nakedness. Will abruptly realized that though Jack was touching him with gentleness and reverence, there was a fierce and barely controlled desire in him. Jack was starving for Will. He wanted to drown himself in the blacksmith.
His eyes fluttered shut when Will hesitantly took hold of his shoulders. He massaged, using the power of his strong hands to ease away tension and soothe the rigid muscles. Jack's dark lashes curved on his cheeks. Seeing him this way, Will could honestly say that Jack was beautiful. Not at all in the fashion of a woman, no, too much raw power and masculinity surged, barely held in check. But he was absolutely exquisite.
His eyes shot open quickly when Will let go of him. But he saw it was to strip off his own clothes, and a hungry little noise escaped him. As soon as he could, he stretched up sinuously and swept his tongue over the firm brown nipples on the smooth muscled chest. A guttural sound was dragged from Will's throat, and he clutched at Jack's body. Jack seemed to take this as a signal to move things along farther. He continued to drag his lips over Will's chest and stomach, tongue tasting, teeth nipping.
His hands went below Will's waist. One palm pressed firmly against the growing bulge there, massaging gently. His fingers made quick work of the lacings, cloth rustled as he impatiently laid it aside. Will's hips jerked as a warm, not quite rough, hand curled firmly around his most tender flesh. Up and down, up and down, almost hypnotically he stroked the quivering, flushed organ.
"William," Jack's voice was a rough purr. He hunched his shoulders a bit, bending down just enough, to take that firm throbbing heat into his mouth. With ease he slid his lips to the hilt, moistening the entire length, showing no sign of discomfort. Then proceeded to play and explore. Backing up, he explored the head with his tongue, tasting the wetness that began to leak out of the slit. Then he tightened his lips at the sensitive area just beneath the tip, and bobbed his head hard and fast while his fist pumped up and down the rest of Will's shaft.
The man's legs nearly gave out at such wonderful treatment. He managed to grip the chair Jack was sitting on. That, and Jack's other hand pressed to the small of his back, enabled him to remain on his feet. He forced his eyes wide open when they wanted to squeeze shut, not wanting to miss a moment of that fine bronzed face swaying slowly along his thick hard cock. Jack grasped his hips in both hands, pulling him eagerly against his mouth, stuffing Will deeper down his throat.
"God! Jack!" Will's chest was too tight, his skin too hot. His heart hammered wildly in his chest. One hand let go of the chair and tangled in Jack's wild mane. The pirate moaned. Will's hips bucked. Once, twice, a third time and he was flying, pouring himself out between Jack's lips in streams of tortured bliss.
He slumped, suddenly gasping like a fish out of water. In one fluid motion Jack was standing and supporting the dazed young man as he staggered. "Come to the bed, love! Me darling own Will, I need you in bed!" his lips crested urgently over the slightly taller man's collarbones as he edged them towards the dark alcove where he slept. Chapters 3-4
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Date: 2008-08-17 02:37 am (UTC)Yes, where was everyone? The images of the dead all milling around like the Great Beyond waiting room is really intriguing... and maybe a bit more fitting.
It's also quite fitting that Jack would be quite reluctant to be anywhere near Elizabeth. Face it! Nothing good has ever come from being around her, as far as he's concerned. (Have to close one eye, and look at it from Jack's POV, but you get my meaning.)
A warm body would certainly be inviting, anything or anyone (except the one that killed you) that was alive after the Locker. It was a glaringly bright place, but nothing says it was a warm place. Jack's terrors and fears are quite understandable.
Besides, a good bit of smut on a Saturday night isn't all bad!
Anxious to see what's next!
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Date: 2008-08-17 02:14 pm (UTC)The Locker was horrible, and while the writers and director tried to make it comical for us, it was a teribly brutal place. I very much like the notion of Jack needing comfort after getting out of it, and I'm very pleased to give him said comfort! Appreciate the read and comment!
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Date: 2008-08-17 05:29 am (UTC)I like your take on the Locker -- you'd think there would be other's there as well, even if Jack had nothing to do with them. Very creepy and depressing to think of them all there, waiting for family, friends, and the great unknown. *shudders*
Looking forward to the next chapter!
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Date: 2008-08-17 02:19 pm (UTC)The Locker should have been packed, it was ThE place to go when you died at sea. EVERYONE knew of it. The only real explanation for Jack being so alone in it, was that it was part of the self inflicted punishment. After all, Sparrows are very social. *g* For all that he likes to WORK alone, Jack doesn't really like to BE alone.
Next chapter up soon!
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Date: 2008-08-17 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-17 02:22 pm (UTC)