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Regret	By : BaronNomaw Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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"Tell you what: I’ll concede that it wasn’t very nice of you," Jack agreed after a long silence. "So that means you owe me something. This for example. Cmon, mate – once more. For old times’ sake."
"I’ve said I regret it, Jack – enough to apologize, but not enough to give you my ship. Nailin you once more wouldn’t change that." He tilted his head back and finished up the bottle in his hand.
Jack tossed him a new one without missing a beat. "Snot about the ship right now, mate. I’ll get the ship from you some other way." He held up his own in salute and they drank together. It was rum this time, but Barbossa chugged from his without even making a face and just burped afterwards. "Good," Jack said, "You’re half-drunk already."
"Aye." Barbossa took another long, unflinching sip. "In fact, I’m about three-quarters to where I just do what I want and devil take the rest of ye. I distinctly recall puttin a real hurtin on your once or twice that way. Friendly warning, boy: watch your step."
"I do remember that. You went for me when I was still a mess from the day before, the bloody day before, mate. I screamed like a girl."
"Y’always screamed like a girl."
"Mmm." Jack told himself to think of how horrible that night had been – and not all the times he had jerked off to it after the fact. There was something pleasing about the idea that Hector absolutely couldn’t do without him, that he was so irresistible Hector would be back for more before the day was even out.
"What’re you smilin for?" No answer. "It be nothin to smile about, Jack Sparrow – tempt me further and I just might jump ye. And I promise I’ve grown no more tender than you remember."
Jack rose slowly and crossed the room to him. Barbossa had been sprawled out with his leg up over the arm of his chair, but when Jack approached he hastily assumed a more dignified posture – legs together, back straight, arms crossed. Jack stepped right up close, one leg on either side of Barbossa’s knees, and then abruptly plopped down on his lap. He draped his arms around Barbossa’s neck and stared hard into his eyes. "Show me."
"Jack-"
"Shh. Hector." He leaned just a little bit closer. "I do miss it. And I’d think you would jump at the chance – seeing as how you’re hungry for someone tonight… and I did shoot you, after all…"
Barbossa swallowed hard. "Get up," he rasped. He followed Jack to his feet – not that he had much choice; the grabby little hands were firmly tangled up in his collar. One look at the smug little half-smile on Jack’s face, and then he backhanded him hard enough to make him stumble.
Before Jack could recover Barbossa was on him, throwing him to his knees and pressing his face into the seat of the armchair so that he could hardly breathe. "You’ve made me feel guilty tonight and you are damn well goin to pay for it," he growled into Jack’s ear. He felt around in Jack’s pockets and found a bottle of oil. "Plannin this, were you?"
Jack heard buttons and ripping and realized that they were going to just go for it as they were. Not that Hector ever used to strip all the way down and get cozy, but this? He was still wearing his hat for Heaven’s sake! It felt a little filthy somehow, and it ratcheted up Jack’s excitement and his fear both. He began to struggle, desperate to get up and take it slow the way proper partners would. "Aright slow down, look, you can’t just- Aah!"
Barbossa forced his way in and laughed darkly as Jack reverted back to the familiar squeaks of ow wait please. "Still no match for me." He screwed harder and deeper than he’d dared do when Jack was half his size, and after a bit paused to ask, "Is this what you wanted?"
The question was intended to be mocking – after all, this was close to making a grown man cry; it couldn’t possibly be what Jack wanted – but instead of squealing NO Jack gasped, "Ow- yes but please give me a minute. Ah. One minute. Cmon, Barbossa – I’m begging you."
Barbossa pulled out of him so abruptly that Jack whimpered again. "What? Yes?" he could hardly believe his ears.
Jack straightened up slowly and braced his hands on the cushion in front of him. "Yes," he said again, "But wait a second." He shook his head with a little laugh. "You are a brutal, brutal ass, you know that?" After a few deep breaths in and out, he nodded and resumed position.
Barbossa’s appetite was up now and he wasn’t about to stop midway through satisfying it, no matter how bizarre his victim’s behavior became. He shrugged, got a good grip at waist and shoulder, and pushed back in.
Although Jack grunted and his shoulders hitched up, Barbossa noticed with amazement that he wasn’t fighting or squeaking at all. "That’s better?"
"-ah- Yeah, yep." Jack’s voice had gone airy; the unmitigated agony of the beginning had given place to that queerly satisfying combination of ache and pleasure he had discovered at the hands of his second, much gentler sex partner. "Hey," he panted, "Back up a little, mate, would you?" When Barbossa did as he asked, he could get his hips away from the chair enough to reach down and slip his hand in. "Yep, s’right, thanks." It was still too hard but he was thoroughly enjoying it anyway. "Just like old times, eh?" he laughed. "Hector."
"Shut up." Barbossa found it odd and a bit unsettling that Jack could take pleasure in it, but nevertheless when Jack asked for slower and deeper he obliged. "That?"
"Mm-hmm. Ow. Oh that’s perfect. Still hurts but… ah… but yeah, keep on…"
Barbossa did as he said and found himself well rewarded – Jack’s orgasm provided an even more delightful sort of clenching than his tortured struggling usually did.
In the face of that new sensation he surprised himself by coming at once, ramming his hips so hard against Jack’s that the chair they were leaning on skidded back half a foot. Afterwards, out of habit, he asked "You all right?" and this time, instead of just nodding through a haze of tears, Jack laughed breathlessly and said, "Wow."
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