Title: An Ending And A Beginning, A Sequel to An Epilogue and A Prologue

Author: Elisabeth elliezus@yahoo.com and P’al Kwai isisbaast@aol.com
Ratings: NC-17 for language, violence, torture, non-consensual m/m slash. If this offends you, PLEASE do not read.
Fandom: Crossover between Pirates of the Caribbean and Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Pairings: Jack Sparrow and/or Jeffrey Sands/Will Turner
Spoilers: Once Upon A Time In Mexico, not really spoilery for Pirates of the Caribbean.
Disclaimer: Characters owned by their respective creators. No copyright infringement intended by these amateur efforts.
Feedback: Welcomed and adored.
Author's Notes: After Elisabeth betaed An Epilogue and A Prologue, she wanted to write a sequel, but since she hasn't seen Once Upon A Time In Mexico, we decided to do a joint project. Hope ppl like.

The Caribbean, early 1700’s

Candlelight traced across the features of his boy as the Black Pearl was rocked by the last waves of the storm. Mother Nature may have capsized his beloved Pearl, but his faithful girl had righted herself again. Now if only his boy would follow her lead. The lone figure watched from across the room as the boy’s chest rose and fell. Uneven breaths struggling to find a rhythm. Rise and fall. Over and over again. Jack wearily rubbed his eyes, still stinging from the salt water, and continued his vigil.

**

A pueblo in Mexico, Present Day

"You have no idea how I've missed you, mi puto." Pulling himself roughly out of the body beneath him, Barillo rolled over on his side. He kept his eyes locked on the young man he had just violated; it was always so enjoyable to see the array of emotions flash across a victim's face.

Breathing hard, Will let his legs drop down onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he avoided looking at the hated face of Barillo and just concentrated on his pain.

"Have you nothing to say?" Sliding out of the bed, Bartillo slipped on a silk robe.

"I won't be here for long." Will couldn't help himself; he had to say it. Sands would come for him.

"Esperando tu amante." Barillo smirked as he reached for a thin cigar. "What is that saying in English? Don't be holding your breath?"

Will tensed, wondering just what his captor knew. Sitting up stiffly, he decided to continue bluffing it out. "You kidnapped me while I was under the protection of a United States government agent. He'll be looking for me."

"Is that so?" Barillo sat down in a chair, crossing one leg over the other. "This government man wouldn't be a certain, Agent Sands, would it?" He smiled slightly, noting Will's surprised jerk. "Get up and get dressed." His tone changed abruptly. "I have someone I want you to meet."

**

Getting out of the car, Will, despite his pain, forced himself to walk normally. Barillo had been less than considerate when he had taken his pleasure with him. Staring at the dark building in front of him, he didn't know where he was. A shove in the back by a semi machine gun reminded him to keep moving. Fear of not knowing what was going to happen began to rise up in him. He wasn't sure what frightened him more, the unknown or the drug lord, Barillo, who had made him a sex slave for the second time.

"He had been spying on my operation for some time." Opening a door, Barillo turned to Will and gestured for him to enter.

Stepping in the room, Will found his breath catching in his throat. He was terrified.

"Fortunately for him. . . ." Barrillo walked over to an unconscious man lying on a metal gurney. "Nothing he did was worth dying for."

"My God," Will whispered at the sight before him. "Jack." He stumbled over to the man everyone else knew as Sheldon Sands. "They took your eyes! Your beautiful. . . ." Leaning down, he looked at his lover's face, eye sockets empty, face covered with blood.

"You bloody bastard!" Rage filled him. "You drilled out his eyes," he screamed at Barrillo.

"He saw too much." Demeanor calm, Barillo's smile was sadistic "We just wanted to make sure that didn't happen again."

"Son-of-a-bitch!" His emotions overruled his common sense, as Will rushed at Barillo, arm raised. "I'll kill. . . ."

A blow to the head from Barillo's bodyguard dropped him to the floor.

**

Gasping, the boy sat up. Harsh coughs wracked his frame as he tried to draw in much needed air through his burning lungs.

“Easy there, lad.” A strong arm slipped around him. “That’s it. Now take a swallow.” Reaching for the cup in front of him, William drank deeply of the cool water. As the liquid traced its way down his throat, he found himself leaning into the hand that was gently rubbing his back. “Ye gave us quite a scare there. Not a smart idea to go off swimming by yer onesies like that.”

Raising his eyes, William jerked back from the man beside him. Scrambling to the far corner of the bed, he regarded him warily. Black dreadlocks tied back with a red bandana. Open white shirt that exposed a deeply bronzed chest. The man cocked his head. “Will, ye alright there?”

Panicked, Will’s eyes darted around the room. A desk to one side covered in papers, the bunk he sat on, and a porthole to his left. A porthole that showed dawn just breaking over the horizon. And water. Lots and lots of water. Will reached out toward the wall beside him. The room swimming before his eyes before he once again gave into the rushing blackness.

“Will!” Jack darted forward to catch his boy as he slumped to the side. Pulling him once again into his arms, he nuzzled the wild curls that lay upon his chest. “Steady there, luv, Captain Jack Sparrow’s got ye.” Kissing the boy’s forehead, he scooted them down to a more comfortable position in his bunk. “I’ll not be letting ye go.”

***

At first, all he saw was a deep pair of eyes. Their gaze focused, piercing into him. Then the man came. One man, then two men. Will forced himself to concentrate. The memory was there, almost within his reach. If he could just understand why those eyes penetrated him to his very soul. Just as his mind seemed on the brink of recognition, he woke.

He was alone in a ship’s cabin. His surroundings seemed familiar, yet more dreamlike than real. Standing he walked over to the room’s table. His hand reached forward, fingertips grazing a darkened knoll in the wood.

Will gasped for air. His stomach clenching at the phantom presence he could still fell inside. Spreading him, claiming him.

Stumbling to the door, Will was a mass of complete confusion. The one image that kept flashing through his mind was that of a tortured man with empty sockets in place of his beautiful eyes.

"Whoa, luv." Balancing a tray of food in one hand, Jack still managed to seize Will who was in mid hurl to get himself out of the cabin. "Where ye rushing off to? Not'ing to see out there but leagues and leagues of water."

"I've got to save him!" Stopped in his tracks, Will struggled with the hand that held him, but despite its size, it was incredibly strong. "They're torturing him."

"Who, mate?" Setting the food down quickly, Jack used both hands to hold on tight. He wasn't going to lose Will again.

"Him." Will stared into dark familiar eyes."You," he trailed off, as rational thought began returning.

"Me?" Jack cocked his brow and flashed a gold tooth grin. "Weren't me who took a dive in the ocean. I'm here." He leaned in close. "Safe and sound."

"Yes. . .yes, of course you are." Will could feel the blood pounding in his head as he tried to make sense of the situation. Running his hands over the man in front of him, he felt lean hard muscle. "You're here, and. . .and it was just a. . .a." Not bothering to finish his sentence, he pressed his lips hard against Jack's, desperately seeking reassurance.

Not content with such a chaste kiss, Jack thrust a skillful tongue into Will's mouth, tasting him inside and out. "Yer back where ye belong now, luv." Pushing Will back toward their bunk, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside his boy. After days of worry, he was in desperate need of release.

“Oh.” Will whimpered as Jack pushed him back onto the bunk and began frantically pulling off his trousers. "Jack," he protested, not sure if he wanted sex or not. "The door. . . ." He seized the first excuse that came to mind.

Jack lifted his head from where he had latched onto Will’s neck. A bruise already blooming to mark his territory. “Luv, I’m trying to enjoy meself here. So if ye could refrain from waxing on about doors and concentrate a bit more on the subject at hand, I’d be much obliged.”

“But Jack. . . .”

“No buts, Will me lad.” Jack gently kissed the mark on his neck. “I’ll be pillaging ye now. It’s time ye remembered who be the captain here.”

“Jack. . . .”

“Shush. That’s Captain Jack.” Giving a final pull, Jack freed Will's legs from his trousers. Pushing his lover's legs apart, his fingers began working the laces of his own pants when a glance in front of him shocked him into halting the proceedings. "Will, luv," he began as he studied the bruises and tears. "Wot happened to you?"

Lying on his back in familiar territory, Jack between his legs, Will was experiencing a huge sense of relief. He was home. Those strange memories were beginning to recede further and further into the back of his mind. He hesitated a moment and then smiled up at Jack. "I fell into the ocean."

A small crease formed between Jack’s brows as he considered the possibilities. The image of a crewmember sneaking in while Will was convalescing and raping the boy flashed across his eyes. Rage coursed through him as he grabbed the first thing within reach and threw it across the cabin with a growl. "Traitorous dogs! I'll hang 'em all up by their. . . ." Stopping his tirade before it really began, Jack paused as he realized that he had barely left Will's side since they had fished him out of the ocean. His hand on the open door, he shut it slowly. It was not possible that any of the crew had done such a mutinous act.

"Jack." Will's voice was quiet as he sat up and began to finish his partner had started. His nimble fingers quickly undid the laces on Jack's trousers. "I think I'm feeling better now." His uneasiness was fading. He wanted to feel Jack inside of him. He wanted his reality, this reality confirmed. He freed Jack's arousal with a shy smile. "Good enough to . . . ."

"Shh." Lying down beside Will, Jack was thoughtful. He sensed the boy's frantic need to have things return to normal again. "Yes, I do believe that it be time for me to take wot's mine." Oiling up his fingers, he began to gently massage Will's bruised and torn opening.

Closing his eyes, Will used all of his self control not to wince, as two fingers entered his passage to prepare him. He dropped his head back onto the pillow as a third finger worked its way inside him. Blocking out all other thoughts, he kept repeating to himself that it was Jack. His Jack and not some sadist monster named Barillo. Groaning, he forgot the pain and the bad memories as his opening fluttered around Jack’s hand. His body recognized its master and responded accordingly. As his lover began to press rhythmically against that spot inside him, his desire began to build. Forcing the word “please” to fall from his lips as the fingers continued to tease his body.

“Were you wanting somet'ing, me lad?” Jack asked him, his fingers leaving him more and more empty. More and more open.

Shaking with the need to be joined with his lover, he raised tearful eyes in a silent plea.

Kissing him quickly, Jack whispered words of comfort. “Easy, luv. Captain Jack’s got ye.”

Then the sudden feeling of complete emptiness, a desperate whimper, and finally the slow burn as he stretched to take his lover in. Further and further until there was no space left between them.

***

“Jack!”

Captain Jack Sparrow looked up from his place behind the Pearl’s wheel as his young lover burst out from their cabin. Looking wildly around, the boy’s curls were blown about in the crisp breeze.

“I’m here, Will.” His boy ran to him, barely giving him time to step back from the ship’s wheel before Will flung himself into his arms. Smoothing down the boy’s unruly curls, Jack kissed the head buried against him. “Everything 'right now, luv?”

With a quiet sniffle, his young lover turned up his tear-streaked face. Raising a trembling hand, the boy gently touched the kohl rimming his eyes. “Your eyes.” A shaky breath and he ducked his head again. “You are here.”

“Of course I am, luv. Wouldn’t do to leave the Black Pearl and my mate alone without their captain.” Looking worriedly down at the boy snuggled against his chest, he dropped another kiss. “Are ye sure yer fine, Will?”

“Just my bad dreams haunting me.” Jack strained to hear his boy’s whispered words. “But I’m alright. They’re just dreams. You’re real."