DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Disney

GENRE: SLASH / angst / oneshot

WARNING: Rated NC17 for rape/SLASH

A violent storm raged outside the thin walls of the dimly lit blacksmith. Will was effortlessly hammering on a piece of metal, which was slowly turning into a red glowing horse's shoe. Usually he made swords, but he always liked to try something new. One single candle was lit on a tiny wooden table next to the always faithful donkey, which a certain pirate had burned on its rear end some months ago. The mark wa sstill clearly visible.

"Poor thing...", Will muttered as he dropped the red hot shoe into a bucket of cold water and caressed the donkey. Will felt lonelier than ever... he hadn't seen Elizabeth for about three weeks now after her wedding with Norrington. They had sworn to keep being friends, but she seemed to have forgotten all about a certain blacksmith. It ached in his heart every time he thought of her... and no other woman could ever replace her. And he thought that she knew. Maybe that was why she had never come to see him? To avoid hurting him more? But he couldn't really believe that thought... she had forgotten about him. Will cleared his throat to supress a whimpering sound and a little harder than he had to he pulled a new piece of red glowing metal out of the oven and started hammering on it. The storm was whining outside the walls, making the thin planks slam repeatedly to and fro. That's why Will didn't hear the squeek of the heavy door being opened. However a loud squeal from the donkey was heard, and Will immediately spun around to face...

"Jack!", Will burst out and almost dropped the searing hot iron. He hadn't seen Jack for months - actually he had thought that he would never return. Luckily he had been mistaken and a smile decorated Will's lips as he stared at his best friend in the whole wide world... now that Elizabeth wasn't part of his world anymore, jack was defintely number one. Then Will looked a little closer at his pirate friend - his white shirt was soaking wet, see-through, and his leather trousers were clinging onto him.

"'Ello, mate. Long time no see, young William!", Jack burst out as he started to dangle towards Will, who now noticed the almost empty rum bottle in Jack's hand. Surprise, surprise - he was drunk again. But Will had never seen Jack THIS drunk, he had to admit.

"Jack... Are you alright?", Will asked concerned as he saw the glassy look in Jack's chocolate brown eyes. Jack merely let out a hoarse laugh, revealing his gold and silver teeth in the dim light of the candle. Jack then stopped, leaning against the small table:

"Better than ever, mate...!", Jack burst out and walked wobbly towards Will, who was just standing there looking perplexed. Jack's shirt was half-open - so was Will's in order to endure the intense heat from the oven. Covered in rain water Jack reached Will and gave him a clumsy hug - Will hugged him back, but something felt amiss. Not only was Jack cold and wet, but something about the look in his eyes Will didn't like.

"Jack, you need some dry clothes and some sleep", Will said as he gently broke the embrace. Jack just raised an eyebrow as he looked Will up and down. His glance rested too long on the young blacksmith's chest, but Will didn't notice.

"No, I don't... I need something else", Jack said and bit his lip lightly. Will frowned:

"What, Jack? What do you need?", Will asked and couldn't help but take a step backwards as Jack almost tumbled into him. They then gained eye contact again:

"I need...", Jack started, but he didn't finish the sentence. He just glared at Will.

"Jack... what is wrong?", Will asked, but Jack just shook his head:

"Everything is fine.. or it will be... Ye know the feeling?", Jack mumbled as he took another gulp of the rum bottle. Will blinked a few times. What on earth was the man rambling about? Will started to get concerned... Jack wasn't acting as he normally did...

"I know ye know the feelin', lad...", Jack said as he suddenly threw the rum bottle into the oven - it exploded with a loud sound and flames spat out of the oven. Will jumped in surprise:

"What are you doing??", Will burst out, starting to get a bit worried. Jack let out a loud grin as he edged himself closer to Will, ending up with Will's back hitting the planks in the end of the hot room. There they were standing, faces inches from each other, and Jack's skew smile finally made Will realize what was going on. But before he could say anything, his arms were suddenly pinned above his head.

"Jack!", Will gasped in surprise, but the word became muffled as Jack pressed his lips against Will's.

"Auuuch!!", Jack burst out as Will bit him hard on the lip, making Jack retreat a little. Blood now trickled from Jack's lower lip.

"Ye little bitch...", Jack whispered as he smacked Will on the cheekbone, making his head turn to the other side. Will's wet hair covered his face as Jack grabbed a hold of his jaw and forced Will to look at him through sweaty, dark brown strands of hair.

"Now listen... we both need something, don't we?", Jack gasped as he pressed himself against the younger man, who was trying to free his wrists - in vain.

"Jack, you can't do this! You are my friend, you couldn't...!!", Will started, but was interrupted when Jack's free hand suddenly cupped Will's balls in his brown leather trousers. Jack's breathing was getting harder and heavier... so was Will's - but not for the same reason.

"Jack, don't make me...!!", Will began again, but Jack interrupted him:

"Make ye do what, lad?", Jack spat as he suddenly flung Will down on the floor, which was covered with hay. Will landed hard on his stomach, and it knocked all of the air out of him. Gasping for breath he tried to get up on all fours - but before he knew it, Jack was on top of him, forcing him back down.

"Jack...! Don't...!", Will gasped as he tried to shake him off. He didn't succeeed though and he was still weak from the encounter with the floor. Suddenly he felt Jack's fingers loosening his leather belt, fast and curiously. This just couldn't be real?? Jack laughed once more as he managed to pull down Will's trousers a few inches, exposing his smooth buttocks and crack. Jack smacked him on the right buttock and Will jumped.

"Why are you doing this??", Will yelled, but he was immediately silenced when Jack stuffed a rag in his mouth and fastened it behind his head. Only muffled sounds escaped Will now, and Jack was rather plased with that. Couldn't get caught doing this...

A punch in the kidney sent Will back down on the floor, moaning through the rag in his mouth. He almost became completely limp, which suited Jack just fine. Now he could start working on him. Grabbing both of Will's arms Jack dragged him across the floor to the little table, where he flung him up on it stomach first. Another sound escaped through the rag. Now Jack furiously teared at Will's trousers and shirt - and within a few seconds Will was completely naked. Will's mind was racing... what could he have done to anger Jack this way? Had he even done anything?? He had noticed how Jack had been looking at him those months ago, but he had thought that it was nothing. Obviously it hadn't been nothing. It had been lust.

Suddenly Will felt something warm and hard between his buttocks... 'oh god, no!!', Will's mind screamed and he buckled - but Jack had tied his wrists to the legs of the table... same with his ankles.

"Aww, so sweet", Jack mumbled and the rum breath made Will's eyes run with water. But they were already.

"I want to hear ye scream, boy", Jack groaned as he tore the rag out of Will's mouth - he didn't care if anyone heard them. Jack then pressed his hard member against Will...

"Nooooo, Jack, please god, no!!", Will cried as Jack entered him. A flash of searing pain rushed through Will's entire body and he tore at the ropes. He could feel the trickle of blood running down his inner thighs... Jack started to retreat - and then he plunged right back, making the table slide an inch or two with each thrust. Will had never felt this kind of pain before... or humiliation... or betrayal. In between the thrusts, Will moaned:

"Why, Jack...!! Why... Why..."

Jack just laughed and grabbed a hold of Will's brown hair, forcing his head upwards.

"Because ye're a tease, William... all... those times on deck... flaunting... yourself...!!", Jack groaned and suddenly he slumped over Will, pushing himself as far into Will as possible - as Will cried he could feel Jack spasm on top of him. And something warm and thick flowed down his inner thighs... Jack let out a loud sigh as he pulled himself out of the bound Will in front of him. Will was whimpering as Jack grabbed a knife and cut the ropes which tied Will's hands and feet. Immediately the table slid to the side and Will slumped to the floor. Jack kneeled next to him:

"That was great, William... I'll be back next shore leave, luv!", Jack said as he stroked Will's cheek - but he turned his head away.

"Fine, be that way. I know ye loved it, lad... and if not, ye're gonna LEARN to love it", Jack said and placed a kiss on Will's lips. When Jack pulled back Will spat at him. Frozen Jack wiped the saliva off his tanned face. Then his flat hand hit Will hard on the cheek. Will moaned... and finally passed out. Jack smiled as he studied his trophy... bending down he whispered in Will's ear:

"Next shore leave, luv... next shore leave..."

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