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If you think this is what happens in POTC movies then you saw a very different POTC than I did, and I demand that you send me a copy immediately! That said, I make no profit from this version of events.
Warning: Kink. Just a touch of erotic peeing and a fairly serious blasphemy at the very end, if you’re bothered by that sort of thing. Hints of awesome scope of Nagaraj’s nastiness (no surprise there, but he’s a really not nice man – however, no explicit nastiness).
The Snake
Jacob DeMaurier descended from the forecastle to the deck. Cautious, as was his wont, he approached the man sitting on the barrel and the woman standing at his side. Claire was fussing and cooing over the man, evening out the last bit of his hair.
Stunning, Jacob thought. The smoothly trimmed hair restored balance to the delicate face, and while Jacob was sure that Charles must have been absolutely stunning with long, wavy locks, the lack of them made his eyes look huge, his cheekbones elegant and his jawline perfect. On the left side. The right side was still marred by the purple bruise, but it would heal in time.
Charles stood when he saw the captain approaching. “Sir,” he said automatically.
Jacob waved for him to sit. “At ease, lad. We’re not sticklers for formalities on this ship.”
Claire brushed some tiny bits of hair from his shoulder, and Charles gave her another one of those smiles, the kind that made her feel all fluttery inside.
Jacob frowned. Charles was flirting with the harlot. Jacob didn’t blame him. She was a nice enough woman, and although her task was supposed to be caring for Madame DeMaurier on this voyage, she was spending at least equal time fussing over young Charles. It was hard for a man to ignore that sort of fawning attention. From a pretty woman. With masses of blond curls and a bosom that, if you liked that sort of thing, was nothing short of sensational.
Yet, from what he’d understood, Charles had shared a rather intimate relationship with his last captain. Maybe he really preferred girls, and he’d only been trained to serve his captain. Forced to serve his captain. Jacob shuddered. That was such a horrible thought. And if Charles had been forced to be with a man against his will, then he would be even less likely to choose to be with a man of his own free will. Yet he gifted Jacob with those same smiles, just as flirting and flattering and breathtakingly beautiful.
Jacob was confused. And smitten. Which always made things more confusing.
Claire gathered up the barbering tools. “There you go, dear. It’ll grow back in no time at all, but in the meanwhile you’re nice and neat. Well, I’ll go check on my lady. You make sure you eat a good supper now, Charles.” Such a lovely man, she thought. So pretty and really very charming. It was a shame he didn’t like girls.
It was a double shame that he’d been trained so well to flirt and flatter girls - such a tease. She sighed. Claire knew all about feigning attraction and making people think they were the most important person in the room, or the town, or even the world, all for the sake of money. But she doubted Charles had ever been paid to do it, not with money. She suspected that his training had been more the sort that used the stick, not the carrot, and that failure to behave in an acceptably attractive manner would have resulted in… she thought about the bruises on his torso, the boot marks.
If she ever ran across that snake, Nagaraj, she teach him a thing or two.
Charles kissed her hand and thanked her with another dazzling smile. Claire knew it was a false front, but that didn’t stop the smiles from getting to her. She wondered what he would be like without all that training. She further wondered if it were possible to untrain him, so he could truly be himself.
Then Charles squeezed her hand, awkwardly. “Really, Mademoiselle Claire. I don’t know what I would have done if you and Mademoiselle Helena hadn’t found me.” He looked down at the deck instead of into her eyes. “I don’t know if I can ever repay you.” When he raised his eyes again, they looked scared.
So. He could be honest. Claire leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “You just did, dear.” And she went to the captain’s cabin, which had been commandeered by Marina.
Jacob cleared his throat and Charles looked up at him with unguarded eyes. Jacob had to grab the mast to steady himself from the shock of it.
Charles blinked and was self-assured again. “What can I do for you, Captain?” He stood up beside Jacob. He was a touch taller than the captain, well-built but he would never be bulky. His bones were too fine, his frame too slight. He wasn’t as broad as Will Turner, that was evident. He was a bit like Jacob imagined Will might have looked when he was younger, but not entirely. An idealized version of Will Turner. The more Jacob looked at him the less of Will Turner he saw, the more of Charles Dubois he saw. And the more of Charles Dubois he liked.
“I, um, well, I thought you might be able to tell me more about Captain Nagaraj.”
Charles bit his lip. Jacob had seen Will do that before. It was lovely. Funny how his forehead scrunched up just the way Will’s did when he was perturbed. Jacob shook his head. He really had to stop thinking about his stepbrother that way.
Charles looked most perturbed. “Everything?”
“Well, let’s start with you enlightening me as to Captain Nagaraj’s most likely strategy.”
“Ah, of course. Normally he’s quite devious, but you have an advantage because he’s very emotional about Captain Sparrow,” Charles said, “and Will Turner. He wants Sparrow dead.”
“And Will?”
Charles looked back down at the deck. “He wants Will the way he had me.”
Jacob reached out tentatively, and ghosted his fingers over the bruised jaw. “That man is a beast!”
“A snake, sir. And proud of it. That’s why he took that name.” Charles eyes Jacob’s hand warily. It didn’t look as if it would strike him, but a kind touch could easily be followed by a harsh one.
“He’ll never have you again. And he won’t get Will Turner either. And it’s not just me saying that. It’s this whole ship, and my brother, and Jack Sparrow.”
Charles sighed. “I’m sure he’s counting on that, sir.”
Captain Jack Sparrow stood next to Will Turner on the furthest corner of the watch hill. He looked down. Will was holding his penis in his hand. The penis was not anywhere near its full length, but it wasn’t small either. It was engorged enough to not be limp yet soft enough that it curved the slightest bit in Will’s palms. Will didn’t seem to mind that Jack was looking, so Jack just kept right on looking, until a golden spray erupted from it.
That was when Jack got painfully hard.
He hadn’t been really hard at all before that. After the spectacular fucking, Will had dressed and rushed down to the village to tell everyone that the Interceptor II was on its way. There had been no need to rush, actually. There was no way a ship could negotiate that narrow passage in the dark – to even take a row boat in there at night would be close to suicidal. It was treacherous in many ways. So, the Interceptor II wouldn’t be entering the passage until the sun began to rise.
Jack had dressed as well, and flashed the lantern back and forth with the Interceptor II for a bit and discovered that two ships were heading to the island and that they seemed to be travelling together, thus would be arriving at the same time, probably on the next day, after which it seemed pointless to carry on the conversation since there was nothing anyone could do about it until morning, when he could talk to Jacob face to face. So, he’d waited for Will.
Will had raced back up the path, so was quite breathless by the time he returned. And while Jack preferred getting Will breathless for entirely other reasons, it was still pleasurable to sit on the soft grass with Will sitting between his spread legs, and to wrap his arms around Will’s chest and feel how precisely how breathless he was. He’d pressed his chest against Will’s back and felt their hearts beating in a syncopated rhythm.
“Is it Norrington?” Will had asked.
“Most likely,” Jack had replied. “But we can stop him. We’ve stopped him before. Don’t fret about that, luv. Relax.”
But Will had fretted about it. He was agitated and vexed and not at all interested in relaxing. This was probably just as well, because between the armpit fucking, the mutual arselicking, and the spectacular arsefucking, Jack was knackered. He’d buried his nose in soft curls and hummed a restful tune until Will’s breathing and heart slowed, and all that lovely muscle finally leaned back into him.
Then Will had got up to relieve himself, and Jack had followed to do the same, except now he couldn’t relieve himself because he was so painfully, suddenly and inappropriately hard.
Will shook his penis a couple of times and that made Jack’s cock throb even worse. Jack stuffed it inside his trousers, biting his tongue to keep from making a pained groan.
Jacob sat on the deck, in the shadow of the dark cliffs of the Isla de Muerta. He couldn’t risk entering the narrow passage until light, so he sat beside the still, sleeping form of Charles Duois. Now that Charles had told him about Nagaraj - all about Nagaraj - he didn’t want to let the lad out of his sight.
Charles didn’t want to go below deck – it reminded him too much of going below deck on the Serpent Fire. He’d spent most nights in the captain’s cabin, but if Nagaraj was angry with him, he would be sent below. There were many men below, most of whom wanted Charles. Some, if they fought Charles well enough, got him.
He had been fifteen when Nagaraj first took him on board, and he spent the first few years as Nagaraj’s pet. There was another man on board, another Will Turner, by the name of Robert, who was in Nagaraj’s bed every night. Charles had a hammock in the little storeroom next to the cabin, where he would cringe and hear everything that was going on, knowing that when Nagaraj grew tired or bored or irritated he would toss out Robert and it would be time for Charles to take his place.
By the time that happened, Charles had been listening and watching and learning for three years, and was quite knowledgeable about what would be expected of him. He’d always excelled at the swordfighting part of the training, and was quite good at the pirating as well, so he only had to be willing in order to not be sent below, and in order to be kept by Nagaraj indefinitely. Indefinitely, that is, until the real Will Turner came within reach.
Jacob felt sick to his stomach. How could anyone treat someone like that? He stroked in the velvet direction on the lad’s head, and then back in the direction that made the cut hairs stick up against his fingertips sharply.
Charles stirred and raised his head. His eyes focused immediately and he smiled at Jacob. “Evening, Captain,” he said. If he was surprised to find the captain sitting on the deck boards next to where he slept he didn’t show it. He raised his torso up and moved his head to Jacob’s lap. “Lonely, are you, sir?” He nuzzled Jacob’s groin, like a kitten, Jacob thought. The wide brown eyes glittered up at him.
Charles breathed out and the heat made Jacob stiffen, along with the friction and the sight of that mouth opening to hover over the bulge in his trousers.
Jacob, gently and carefully, pushed him aside. “You don’t have to do that,” he said hoarsely. “That’s not required here.”
Charles looked crestfallen. “But you said you are my captain now.”
Jacob nodded. “I am, but I’ll not have you doing that sort of thing unless you really want to.”
Charles sat up, not as gracefully as usual; the bruises made him move slower, less fluidly, but he was still stunning. “Oh, but I do want to,” he said in a low, whispery voice.
Jacob was confused again. His body was telling him one thing, but his conscience was screaming at him to say no, to walk away. This was what the lad was trained to do, he didn’t even know what he really wanted. Jacob tried to get up, but there was a hot mouth on his neck and a sleek body pressed against him. Charles raised his head and touched his lips to Jacob’s.
So sweet. So perfect. Jacob groaned and pulled away with all the resolve he could muster.
Charles dropped his eyes to the deck. “I understand,” he said, and Jacob breathed a sigh of relief.
“No kissing,” Charles added.
“No!” Jacob grabbed his arm. “That’s not it. I’d like very much to kiss you.” So he did. With his mouth closed and his eyes open.
Charles gave a little smile, not the practiced one. He looked almost shy. He was so lovely, Jacob kissed him again, longer this time, with his mouth parted ever so slightly. Charles kissed back. His hand drifted to Jacob’s hard cock.
“No,” Jacob said, causing Charles to look back at the deck in confusion. Jacob gently pushed Charles so he was lying down again. He kissed his forehead, then his mouth. He was delicious. “I don’t…” Jacob cupped the uninjured side of his jaw. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to use you.”
The brown eyes widened.
“I want to take care of you.” And Jacob reached down to stroke the front of Charles’ trousers. He wasn’t all that hard at all. Of course not. He was only doing his duty. But that didn’t last long. Jacob petted the soft bulge nestled on the left side, petted and squeezed while he kissed Charles once more, until it became a hard bulge. This time Charles opened his mouth and licked at Jacob’s lips shyly. Jacob licked back and soon there were arms around him, and soft moans coming from the man beneath him.
He fumbled a bit with the trousers, distracted by the fingers running along the tight braids in his hair, stroking his head, tugging at the braids in an attempt to get him to kiss harder, which he did to the best of his ability.
He’d never actually done this sort of thing before. But then, he realized, neither had Charles. Charles had never been with someone who didn’t want to take advantage of him, who wanted to please him instead.
Jacob found, much to his relief, that once he’d wrested the hardening cock from the trousers, the rest of it came quite naturally to him. He loved the feeling of the hot flesh in his hand, the texture of it under his tongue, the taste of the seed that filled his mouth. And when he was finished, he held Charles in his arms and it was quite easy to ignore his own hard cock. He held Charles. And Charles clung to him and took deep, shuddering breaths.
“No one’s ever…” Charles choked out. “Not without…”
And Jacob was immensely pleased with the way events had turned.
“Something wrong, Jack?”
He cleared his throat. “Oh, nothing. We’d best be watching, eh? After all, we’re on watch, like.”
“Don’t you have to…?”
“Not really.”
“Jack, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, luv.”
“You’re walking funny. Are you injured?”
“No, a little stiff is all.”
“You’re limping, Jack. Let me…” Will reached down to check Jack’s leg for injury but his forearm brushed across the conspicuous ridge. “Jack?”
“Hmmm?” Jack looked over to the east, where the tops of palm trees were visible in the moonlight. Funny the way those leaves swayed in the light wind, wasn’t it?
“You’re hard again.”
“Decidedly.” No point in hiding it. Will had his hand spread over it now and Jack was starting to sway dangerously.
“Do you need some…” Will hesitated. “Help?”
Jack scrunched up his face and pondered for a moment. Even after completing two acts of erotic spectacularness, after which an ordinary man would have been sated to the point of collapse, Jack had not needed Will to be engaged in an act of affection, let alone sex, to make him hard again. Apparently, he needed no help at all. Jack was doing quite well all by his onesie, thank you very much.
“Jack, why are you hard?”
Best not to go there. “No reason, luv.” Casual, like.
Will stared at him. Suddenly. The way he stared when something occurred to him. Suddenly. “Jack, were you watching?”
“Watching what?”
“Watching me.”
“You what?”
“Um.”
Jack took the opportunity to take a step away from Will.
“Pee.”
“Hmm?”
“Were you watching me pee?”
Jack fiddled with a braid in his beard. “Well, you were peeing and I was watching, but I wasn’t specifically watching you pee, I was just standing like, looking around and there you were…” He let go of the beard and waved his hands in the air, helpless like. That looked ridiculous. His hands went back to the beard.
“Is that why you didn’t pee?”
Jack tugged the braid until it hurt. “It was a tad too hard, luv. Thought it best to wait a bit. It’s better now. I’ll just go over there and pee and then we can forget the whole thing, savvy?”
Will nodded slowly, and Jack shuffled to the edge of the hill and pulled out his cock. Not quite as hard as it had been, but still rather stiff. Jack pointed at the ground and waited, becoming aware of a shadow to his left. Will was there. Watching.
“You’re watching.”
“Hmm.”
“I can’t pee when you’re watching.”
“Why not? I did.”
“But you didn’t know I was watching.”
Will rolled his eyes up and deepened the crease in his forehead. Damn, Jack was painfully hard again. That bloody eyebrow crease did it to him every time.
“Actually, I did know.”
Jack was flabbergasted.
Will pressed his body up against Jack’s back. His hand came around the front and cool fingers wrapped around Jack’s cock, now pointing straight up, in the entirely wrong direction. “Go ahead,” the voice came in Jack’s ear. “Pee.”
“Fuck!” Jack couldn’t pee. He couldn’t even think. Not with that hand on his cock and that voice in his ear, so low and soft. Jack could feel Will’s grin, just behind his ear. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a naughty, naughty boy?” Jack asked.
“Am I, now?” Will tightened his fingers and waited for Jack to moan. “And had I known you were so interested, I would have let you hold me… while I peed.”
Jack’s vision went black for a second, and then he reached behind to grab Will’s hips. Ah, yes, that was a hardening cock pressing into the cleft of his arse. “Well, now, it seems we have a mutual interest, Mr. Turner.”
Will laughed softly in his ear. “I suppose we do.”
Charles moved in Jacob’s arms, then woke with a start. There were arms around him, and that was not a good thing when he woke up. He should be sleeping on the floor beside the bed. Nagaraj would send him below deck if he woke with Charles still in the bed.
He tried to extricate himself carefully, but the arms tightened.
“Please, sir, it was an accident…” he pleaded.
He felt two warm hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to look up. But he didn’t see the cold black eyes of the Snake. He saw warm green eyes, and a kind face, almost pretty, with smooth dark olive skin and a gentle smile, clean-shaven and framed by what were normally rows of neat braids, braids that were now sticking out a bit in different directions, which made Jacob look young. “I don’t think so, Charles. It wasn’t accidental on my part, anyway.”
Charles blinked.
“If you regret it, I shall not ask it of you again, fear not,” Jacob said, a little sadly.
Charles swallowed his instinctive panic. “Regret?” How could he regret such a thing? He’d never known such pleasure, and no one had ever held him like that while he slept, unless they were trying to keep him in the bed against his will. “Not at all, sir. I, um… it was very nice.”
“Nice?” Jacob smiled at him. “Nice. Well, not bad for a first try. I shall have to strive harder next time. If you’ll allow me.” He looks better every day, Jacob thought. With every hour he sleeps soundly, with every meal he eats, with every second he spends on the Dauntless, he looks more and more beautiful. Jacob ran a fingertip along that chiselled jaw line. “You’re lovely,” he said.
Charles stared at him, open mouthed and stunned.
“With any luck, I’m going to be the one who gets to kill Nagaraj,” Jacob said, his eyes turning dangerous for a moment as he scanned the dark ocean for signs of the Serpent Fire. They softened again as soon as he looked back at Charles. “And after that, I hope you’ll consent to staying on. With me.”
Charles looked at Jacob cautiously. He knew he reminded the captain of someone else. He was tired of trying to be someone else, or at least he was tired of trying to live up to Nagaraj’s idea of someone else. “Are you sure it’s me you want, or do you want a Will Turner on your ship?”
Jacob shook his head. “No. I thought I wanted Will, even though I knew he was with Jack Sparrow. I thought I wanted him so much I had to stay away from him. But it appears that I was mistaken, my friend. I must have wanted him because he looked like someone else. Because it’s really you that I want. Will you stay?”
Charles nodded eagerly. Not only was his new captain beautiful and kind, but he wanted him. He really, truly wanted Charles. Charles knew he wasn’t the sort of man who would lie about something like that. Charles dared to smile.
Jack took a deep breath and finished tucking his shirt back into his trousers. That had been…
Will tossed his head back, curls flying onto his shoulders. He felt dazed. That had been…
…neither of them had expected that.
First Will had jerked Jack’s cock to completion, rough and fast and merciless. He was used to Jack spurting onto his stomach or in his hand, or releasing inside his mouth or arse. He was fascinated as he watched the thick cream spout out onto the ground, near the wet spot where Will had peed earlier. It was exciting to watch it from this angle, over Jack’s shoulder. Then he’d just held Jack’s penis in his hand gently, as Jack sagged against him. Finally, Jack had made a noise, clearing his throat, and Will had pulled him tighter against his chest.
“Go on, please,” Will had whispered.
And so Jack had given up and peed while Will was holding him. He figured he should get it over with or else he’d never get the piss out, because Will was getting harder and harder against his arse and that was only going to get Jack’s cock hard again as well. He wondered how long a man could go without relieving himself, and how many times a man’s cock could keep getting hard and erupting like that before it fell off from exhaustion.
He’d wondered that right before Will felt his cock stiffen a touch and then the hot piss came out, and Will murmured that he felt it course through the flesh held loosely in his hand.
Will rocked his hips up against Jack’s arse, and it was a whimper that Will let out at that point, not a moan. Jack looked around wildly, wondering if there was something they could use to ease the way so Will could fuck him proper, but then again, they really did have to get back to the watch. After all, there was an invasion force on the way.
He slipped out of Will’s arms and stood to one side. There was no way he was going to stand behind Will to return the favour – he would only get hard again and then they would never get to work. He grabbed Will’s cock roughly. Will spread his legs a bit to brace himself, and Jack pulled up the length of him.
“This is it, Will. All you get. No more of this playing around with the pee. I want you to come hard, and it’s going to have to keep you satisfied for the rest of the night, savvy?”
Will nodded, eyes squeezed shut, look of intense concentration. He was hot and heavy in Jack’s hand, and he made little mewling sounds when Jack yanked hard. It was over quick enough, once Jack whispered a few things in Will’s ear about what he was going to do with him after the battle.
And when it was over, Jack laughed. “Guess that Bible’s right about one thing,” he muttered, looking down at the glistening white smears on the leaves. “Shame to waste it on the ground. Would’ve much preferred it in me mouth.”
Next: Part XII Jack Is Lost To Will
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