A/N: This is the first in an eight-part, COMPLETE chapter response to the Six Imp Ear Challenge over at LJ. Here be SLASH of the Harry Potter/Jack Sparrow variety. The Six Imp Ear Challenge prompt I chose is Bewitching Brews, see http :/ / 6impearfics . livejournal .com / 869. html for more details. I'll be posting the whole fic either two or three chapters a week until they're all up. The chapter titles will be the scents from Bewitching Brews and the descriptions will be at the top.

A/N2: Be prepared for a certain amount of overdramatics and lacking continuity, folks. Remember, these are each a separate response to a prompt which just happened to end up following the same basic storyline.

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The Scent and Sensation Affair

Blood Kiss: Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.

First Encounter: Blood Kiss

A string of obscene whimpers fell from the lad's lips, liberally stained with blood from various and sundry bites, coal black hair mussed and wild spread over the satin sheets. Jack groaned deep in the back of his throat, nipping down a tanned stomach to a continuous chorus of moans, mewls, pleas of more, more, please, more! It was like sleeping with a siren, desperate and animalistic, begging for pleasure, for pain, for everything he could give and then some till he was drained dry. And Jack couldn't say no, couldn't fathom denying this beautiful creature the slightest bit of his body or his soul.

As the minutes passed, the writhing beneath him grew frantic, wanton, something, anything, please! Jack found himself sweating in the heat of a freezing night and a nameless, blazing passion unlike anything he'd ever experienced. This lad couldn't be real, couldn't be human, but nothing inhuman could be so consumed by mortal desires.

Then, before he could come to grips with what had happened, his vision flared white and the lad cried out, nearly sobbing, and they collapsed together in a pile of stick and sweat and panting silence. Shockingly, for Jack, the lad was recovered in less than two minutes and had Jack out the door in another moment – himself still bare as the day he was born.

For the first time that night, clear, green eyes focused on him, leaning on the door frame nonchalantly and looking him up and down like a piece of particularly juicy meat. A low, smooth voice commented amusedly, "You were good. Feel free to stop by again." And the door was closing in his face. Seized by a sudden, implacable impulse – rather like the one which had brought him up the stairs from the bar to a rented room with a stranger – Jack stuck his foot out to hold the door and curiosity melted across aristocratic features as they peeked up at him through black lashes, "Yes?"

Jack paused, feeling lost for just a second before he found his balance again after the insane night. "What's your name, lad?"

The lad looked him over again, smiling an unreadable smile, with perhaps a few too many teeth on display to be comforting. "They call me the Sea Sorcerer, Captain Jack Sparrow," he laughed at Jack's startle, never having given his name to the lad that he could recall. "No fear, Jack," and he leaned up on tip-toes to give the man a fast, spine-melting kiss. "We'll meet again."

He laughed once more and shut the door on Jack's dazed face. Jack stared blankly at the paint and pockmarks. Shaking himself, he made his way back through the raucous crowds of Tortuga at midnight, having to work a little harder for his careless swagger. Stepping aboard the Pearl, a smile finally spread across his face and he chuckled into the salt air and sea breeze.

"The Sea Sorcerer, eh?"

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