The Way to Matelotage 5/7
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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 Five - Circle of Trust
Will pressed her down in the center of the bed and Jack moved over to make room. Will got down on her other side. Elizabeth's eyes were dull, almost lifeless, and no expression was on her face. Her husband gently brushed hair away from her face. Jack traced her cheekbones and ran one finger back and forth over her lips.
A deep shuddering sigh was her response to their touch. Will gently kissed her lips, around Jack's finger which he slid aside to give the man more room for kissing. Jack tenderly pressed his lips to her forehead. Elizabeth's breath hitched faster, until she broke into sobs. "I'm all alone! My father! My father is dead!" she keened in despair.
Immediately the two men pressed themselves close to her on either side, arms going tight around her. The wracking cries shook her whole body, but they held her firm. "Not alone darling. We're here with you and not going anywhere." Jack's low rumble sounded against her ear.
"Cling to us, Elizabeth. We've got you, we'll be your strength." Will whispered reassurredly.
She calmed a bit, but the tears still feel freely. "He was all I had left. He tried to give me stability, tried to raise me properly. I must be such a disappointment to him-"
"Not so, Lizzie." Jack interrupted her, his voice strong. "I clearly heard the man say he was so proud of you." Gently he wiped up her tears and tasted them. The sight of him partaking of her in such a fashion caused something hot and tender rise up strongly in her breast.
"What will I do now?" she mourned. "I've no family anymore."
Will shifted, throwing a leg over hers. "You've got us." He puncuated his words with kisses to her ear and jawline. "Jack and I both know what it's like to lose a loved one. We're your family, have been all along."
A warm hand slipped beneath her vest and cupped her breast through her shirt. Elizabeth twitched. Nimble fingers rolled her nipple between them, and she turned her head towards Jack. He was watching her with a heavy lidded look, gauging her reaction to his touch. She arched farther into his hand. Jolts of pleasure struck her when he hissed and flicked a finger firmly over her hardened peak.
Will was still laying hot kisses along the column of her neck, working down to her shoulder. When he saw what Jack was doing to her, his eyes blazed hotly, and he leaned up on one elbow. "Clothes off?" he suggested.
"Hmm, indeed. Too much in the way." Together they attacked Elizabeth's clothing, and she stood no chance against their determination, even if she had wanted to.
They were courteous enough to strip themselves as well, at least to the waist. Naked and cradled between two warm male bodies, Elizabeth was held immobile by sharp desire. She needed them, needed to be kept from her heart flying apart, while conversely having her body made to fly apart.
"Full sensory onslaught seems called for here," Jack remarked to William. Those black eyes of his were sparking with sinful flashes.
"Oh, agreed. Shall we?" Will flourished his hand over her body with an invitation and a wicked grin.
On both sides she was treated to a hard manly body, in full desire, squeezed up against her. Will's scalding hot mouth suckled and nipped at her neck and across her chest. Jack continued his attentions to her breasts. Elizabeth caught a breath as he took a nipple into his mouth and hummed happily, squeezing the other while his finger tenderly rubbed over the other.
Will moved down, caressing her skin with an open mouth. The two men met in a scorching kiss before each of them took possession of a breast. Below, large hands stroked over her thighs. Whose hand was it that dragged teasingly over her inner folds? Whosoever it was, there were callouses that made her gasp as the finger pushed with insisting slowness within her.
"Ohhh!" Elizabeth arched up eagerly, the finger was withdrawn. Now she knew who'd done it, for Jack lifted his tormenting mouth from her breast to scold her. "Patience darling. You'll get what you want in time!"
Will pursed his mouth on his selected breast, suckling harder. His hand traced circles around her navel, dipped lower to tickle lightly just above her pubic bone, stroked the extremely sensitive skin where her leg joined her hip. She squirmed in response, whimpering for them.
Jack was moving, raising himself up and away from her. Elizabeth clutched at him frantically, then saw that he was removing his breeches. He was fully aroused and beautiful in it. He stood over the bed and watched the play of their bodies. Elizabeth watched him, watched his eyes roving over them and his lips parting to lick them. He dove back onto the bed, and tugged Will further down on it.
The men parted her thighs, settling between them. She felt Jack's firm heat pressed against the side of her knee. Will groaned suddenly, and she lifted her head to see that his flesh was gripped firmly in Jack's hand. Then she could see no more, for they bent their heads as one between her wide spread legs. Still they teased her, by circling around the flesh that begged for contact.
Twin, wet strokes dragged up and down on either side of her slit. Elizabeth felt Jack's beard dingles sweeping high up on her inner thigh. Felt Will's hand holding her hips tight so she could barely move. She cried out for more, and they began an intricate dance of their tongues across her, licking her sopping folds but not enough, not nearly enough.
"Please, please!" she cried desperately, reaching down and grabbing handfuls of their hair. A strong hand grabbed her wrist. Jack looked up disapprovingly.
"Trust us, love. We'll give you what you need." Surely enough, when she managed to relax her grip on the hair, that same sweet tormenting finger from before reentered her.
The friction and pressure was divine. Moaning, Elizabeth moved her hips in time with the thrusts and licks. There were answering moans. Jack lifted his head to watch her face, wickedly curling that talented finger inside her. "Oh! Mmm!" Elizabeth cried out.
He nudged a second finger into her. Will took note, pressed the tip of his tongue to her bundle of nerves. He lashed it hard, strong strokes, as Jack pumped his fingers harder. He must have been giving equal attention to Will's body, for he was humming, sending intense vibrations through her. The heat, the small explosions of pleasure, the feel and sight of Will, Jack's dark eyes watching her face intently as he twisted his fingers within her, all combined in one sharp, breathless moment. Her breath stopped, her body froze.
Fire seemed to burst throughout her entire body, centering from between her legs. With a high pitched cry, she gave herself over to it. So intense was the pleasure, she was unaware of the effect it had on her two lovers. Both groaned with desperate passion. As soon as she could somewhat hear again over the pounding of her heart, Will was sliding up to speak urgently in her ear. Smiling in anticipation, she rose from the bed. Together, she and Will took Jack and pressed his back against the wall.
Jack watched them as his thighs and prick were stroked to further heights of excitement. When they brought their mouths to play on his most tender skin, he reached up, finding a handhold on the wall behind his head, desperately gripping for a rough spot to anchor his fingers. He closed his eyes at the sensation of a pair of lips on either side of his cock. They rocked in tandem, perfect unison, covering his rigid length with heated licks. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned helplessly.
Faster they moved, kissing over his cock, up and down and up again. "Please..I can't..stand.." his legs were buckling.
"Stay there Jack," she let go long enough to instruct him, before returning to gliding her mouth over her half of his straining hard on.
"Please..please...oh god!" A shift of their positions, and his cock was encased in sucking wet warmth. Right at the tip, where he loved it best. A tight hand took hold of the rest of him, pumping in short jerks. Jack threw his head back, nearly braining himself on the wall behind him, crying out wordlessly. His braids flew wildly as he tossed his head from side to side. His control snapped and he pushed forward into white hot pulses of bliss.
Chapters 6 and 7
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 Five - Circle of Trust
Will pressed her down in the center of the bed and Jack moved over to make room. Will got down on her other side. Elizabeth's eyes were dull, almost lifeless, and no expression was on her face. Her husband gently brushed hair away from her face. Jack traced her cheekbones and ran one finger back and forth over her lips.
A deep shuddering sigh was her response to their touch. Will gently kissed her lips, around Jack's finger which he slid aside to give the man more room for kissing. Jack tenderly pressed his lips to her forehead. Elizabeth's breath hitched faster, until she broke into sobs. "I'm all alone! My father! My father is dead!" she keened in despair.
Immediately the two men pressed themselves close to her on either side, arms going tight around her. The wracking cries shook her whole body, but they held her firm. "Not alone darling. We're here with you and not going anywhere." Jack's low rumble sounded against her ear.
"Cling to us, Elizabeth. We've got you, we'll be your strength." Will whispered reassurredly.
She calmed a bit, but the tears still feel freely. "He was all I had left. He tried to give me stability, tried to raise me properly. I must be such a disappointment to him-"
"Not so, Lizzie." Jack interrupted her, his voice strong. "I clearly heard the man say he was so proud of you." Gently he wiped up her tears and tasted them. The sight of him partaking of her in such a fashion caused something hot and tender rise up strongly in her breast.
"What will I do now?" she mourned. "I've no family anymore."
Will shifted, throwing a leg over hers. "You've got us." He puncuated his words with kisses to her ear and jawline. "Jack and I both know what it's like to lose a loved one. We're your family, have been all along."
A warm hand slipped beneath her vest and cupped her breast through her shirt. Elizabeth twitched. Nimble fingers rolled her nipple between them, and she turned her head towards Jack. He was watching her with a heavy lidded look, gauging her reaction to his touch. She arched farther into his hand. Jolts of pleasure struck her when he hissed and flicked a finger firmly over her hardened peak.
Will was still laying hot kisses along the column of her neck, working down to her shoulder. When he saw what Jack was doing to her, his eyes blazed hotly, and he leaned up on one elbow. "Clothes off?" he suggested.
"Hmm, indeed. Too much in the way." Together they attacked Elizabeth's clothing, and she stood no chance against their determination, even if she had wanted to.
They were courteous enough to strip themselves as well, at least to the waist. Naked and cradled between two warm male bodies, Elizabeth was held immobile by sharp desire. She needed them, needed to be kept from her heart flying apart, while conversely having her body made to fly apart.
"Full sensory onslaught seems called for here," Jack remarked to William. Those black eyes of his were sparking with sinful flashes.
"Oh, agreed. Shall we?" Will flourished his hand over her body with an invitation and a wicked grin.
On both sides she was treated to a hard manly body, in full desire, squeezed up against her. Will's scalding hot mouth suckled and nipped at her neck and across her chest. Jack continued his attentions to her breasts. Elizabeth caught a breath as he took a nipple into his mouth and hummed happily, squeezing the other while his finger tenderly rubbed over the other.
Will moved down, caressing her skin with an open mouth. The two men met in a scorching kiss before each of them took possession of a breast. Below, large hands stroked over her thighs. Whose hand was it that dragged teasingly over her inner folds? Whosoever it was, there were callouses that made her gasp as the finger pushed with insisting slowness within her.
"Ohhh!" Elizabeth arched up eagerly, the finger was withdrawn. Now she knew who'd done it, for Jack lifted his tormenting mouth from her breast to scold her. "Patience darling. You'll get what you want in time!"
Will pursed his mouth on his selected breast, suckling harder. His hand traced circles around her navel, dipped lower to tickle lightly just above her pubic bone, stroked the extremely sensitive skin where her leg joined her hip. She squirmed in response, whimpering for them.
Jack was moving, raising himself up and away from her. Elizabeth clutched at him frantically, then saw that he was removing his breeches. He was fully aroused and beautiful in it. He stood over the bed and watched the play of their bodies. Elizabeth watched him, watched his eyes roving over them and his lips parting to lick them. He dove back onto the bed, and tugged Will further down on it.
The men parted her thighs, settling between them. She felt Jack's firm heat pressed against the side of her knee. Will groaned suddenly, and she lifted her head to see that his flesh was gripped firmly in Jack's hand. Then she could see no more, for they bent their heads as one between her wide spread legs. Still they teased her, by circling around the flesh that begged for contact.
Twin, wet strokes dragged up and down on either side of her slit. Elizabeth felt Jack's beard dingles sweeping high up on her inner thigh. Felt Will's hand holding her hips tight so she could barely move. She cried out for more, and they began an intricate dance of their tongues across her, licking her sopping folds but not enough, not nearly enough.
"Please, please!" she cried desperately, reaching down and grabbing handfuls of their hair. A strong hand grabbed her wrist. Jack looked up disapprovingly.
"Trust us, love. We'll give you what you need." Surely enough, when she managed to relax her grip on the hair, that same sweet tormenting finger from before reentered her.
The friction and pressure was divine. Moaning, Elizabeth moved her hips in time with the thrusts and licks. There were answering moans. Jack lifted his head to watch her face, wickedly curling that talented finger inside her. "Oh! Mmm!" Elizabeth cried out.
He nudged a second finger into her. Will took note, pressed the tip of his tongue to her bundle of nerves. He lashed it hard, strong strokes, as Jack pumped his fingers harder. He must have been giving equal attention to Will's body, for he was humming, sending intense vibrations through her. The heat, the small explosions of pleasure, the feel and sight of Will, Jack's dark eyes watching her face intently as he twisted his fingers within her, all combined in one sharp, breathless moment. Her breath stopped, her body froze.
Fire seemed to burst throughout her entire body, centering from between her legs. With a high pitched cry, she gave herself over to it. So intense was the pleasure, she was unaware of the effect it had on her two lovers. Both groaned with desperate passion. As soon as she could somewhat hear again over the pounding of her heart, Will was sliding up to speak urgently in her ear. Smiling in anticipation, she rose from the bed. Together, she and Will took Jack and pressed his back against the wall.
Jack watched them as his thighs and prick were stroked to further heights of excitement. When they brought their mouths to play on his most tender skin, he reached up, finding a handhold on the wall behind his head, desperately gripping for a rough spot to anchor his fingers. He closed his eyes at the sensation of a pair of lips on either side of his cock. They rocked in tandem, perfect unison, covering his rigid length with heated licks. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned helplessly.
Faster they moved, kissing over his cock, up and down and up again. "Please..I can't..stand.." his legs were buckling.
"Stay there Jack," she let go long enough to instruct him, before returning to gliding her mouth over her half of his straining hard on.
"Please..please...oh god!" A shift of their positions, and his cock was encased in sucking wet warmth. Right at the tip, where he loved it best. A tight hand took hold of the rest of him, pumping in short jerks. Jack threw his head back, nearly braining himself on the wall behind him, crying out wordlessly. His braids flew wildly as he tossed his head from side to side. His control snapped and he pushed forward into white hot pulses of bliss.
Chapters 6 and 7
