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Sparrow in the Wind	By : LorandTab Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Crossovers Views: 3672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Morgan stretched her supple body, her eyes closing tight and a hand moving across the upper portion of her face to block out the streams of sunlight that peeked through the weathered holes in the captain�s shutters. Regret came crashing around her like waves on a high, rocky cliff. Morning. The night was over and so was the fantasy. Looking to her left, she allowedselfself one last glimpse � and was happy she did. He still slept, the sleep of a child with no thought of the future. In the course of the evening he had tossed the elegant sheet aside and lay before her gloriously naked. Stationed on his stomach, she gazed longingly at the stunning derri�re and a pain ran through her. With cat-like movements, the stealth of one who knows how to deceive, she moved across the bed and leaned in laying a feathery kiss on the high ass globe. And then she hardened her heart. Throwing her legs over the bed, she sat straight up and walked across the room to retrieve her clothes. Best be dressed when he awoke. It would gain her the upper hand.
"I believe you've stolen my part, love," he mumbled, turning in the bed as he let loose with a long noisy yawn, stretching with cat like grace.
She almost screamed out a thanks as he turned, the art and its canvas now hidden from her view. But now she was faced with that enormous beauty nestled between his slightly open thighs. Pulling her shirt on a with a little more force than usual, she huffed. �Stolen what part,� she said with little emotion, buttoning the flowing linen shirt. �I�ve no idea what you�re talking about.�
"I'm the one that slips from my lovers before they wake." He laughed, slapping his hand down on his thigh, knowing the sound would undoubtedly draw her attention again. "It's wondrous to see so much of myself in you, Morgan," he teased with a double meaning.
Her eyes turned quickly at the noise moving straight to the source, and his inspiring manhood. Arching a brow superciliously, she manufactured a look of disdain and moved to grasp her breeches. �First light, Sparrow. An agreement is an agreement.� She shook as much of the wrinkle from her pants as possible. �And there is nothing of you in me. For if there were I would be certain to swallow gun powder and gobble fire in order to purge myself of such infestation.� She sat on the edge of the bed, a little nearer to him than necessary, and began fishing for her boots.
"Ahhhh...Such a sharp tongue of a morn. But I must disagree with one area of your reasoning. All agreements are made to be broken, love. Tis the pirate way. Now, come back to bed and I'll eat you for breakfast," he offered, eyes narrowing on the coppery thatch of hair betwixed her firm thighs, licking his sleep warmed lips to add to the allure.
She shivered at the idea and for a mere farthing she would throw caution to the wind. But if she gave in now after they had agreed, Jack Sparrow would lose all respect for her. And a pirate with out the respect of other lovers of the sea would be nothing. She bent quickly looking under the bed for her right boot. �It seems to me you ate your fill last night, you voracious scalawag.� She allowed herself the pleasure of teasing him, her well formed behind just barely touching his thigh. �We have things to do.�
"THINGS can wait. The meal sat before me last evening was but a snack. I find I've still a taste for silk and honey," he hissed as his lazing cock leapt to life with her nearness.
Repressing a shiver, her hand found the worn leather of her boot and pulled it upward. Letting her back fall horizontally across his lean thighs to roll on her thick stocking, she lifted her leg straight up, pointing her toe toward the low roof of the cabin as she played the part of temptress while she dressher her soft curls brushing against the burgeoning shaft near her cheek. �There is no honey left, I�m afraid. You devoured it all with that insatiable appetite of yours.� She moved her leg slightly to check her work. �We made a deal, no?� With sudden clarity she realized � she was trying to make him crazed. But why?
"Damn you, woman!" He hissed, falling back onto the pillow behind him, his body suffering the agony of her denied attention. "A deal," he repeated and groaned loudly, again, thinking of the countless ways Morgan Adams would kill him on their quest.
A husky chuckle hid the disappointment she felt. She was certain that he would take her, try to force himself on her. But she was too good at rising above men to subdue them to her will. Raising her body to a sitting posn, sn, she began to put on the o sto stocking. Eyeing his rousing dowel, she shook her head. �It amazes me the fit.� Standing, her notable height lessened by the lack of breeches, she moved to his mirror and ran her fingers through her hair in hopes of taming some of the curl. �Tell me something I�ve always wondered, Sparrow. How many have you known that can take you in your entirety�by mouth or otherwise?� The nonchalance of her stature belied her intense desire to know the answer.
His eyes widen as he shoved himself up on his elbows. "None to note, love, but you�re more than welcome to prove your talent again." He laughed, finding that he had perhaps been too hasty in thinking they would refrain from carnal pleasure before they made sail.
A hint of jealousy pricked at her soul. None to note, he said. Malicious maggot. Then she didn�t even have that to call her own. With a sigh, she moved back to the bed where she had dropped her trousers. �Enough is as good as a piece,� she said crossly. �Besides, I�m sure that you don�t lack for lovers, now, do you?� A perverse part of her needed to know.
"I am forever celibate but for you, Morgan. You have ruined me and no other woman can match your....your..." He laughed flicking his wrist trying to find just the right word."...your mastership of pleasurable pursuit."
She turned in a flurry, her eyes fairly blazing. �Mocking me further will be your undoing causing your castration and me to keep my mastership to myself henceforth.� Leaning forward, she placed a hand on either side of his chest pinning him to the headboard. �Now kindly do what you must to prepare to raise sail. The day is waiting.� Once more she breathed in the scent of him.
"Aye, milady!" He gulped, feigning fright in the face of Morgan's fury, eyes wide and chin slightly trembling. "Right away, milady. Is there anything more you require, milady?"

WhatWhat I require, Sparrow, you are hardly able to generate.� She swallowed the lie to keep it down and slowly moved her hands from his chest. Returning to her task of dressing, she again sighed. �What is it, do you think,� she asked in a moment of sincerity. �What is it that keeps us returning to each other when there lies nothing but disdain in our hearts.� Taking his pistol from the bedside, she turned it over in her hands needing to keep them busy. �We really must put it to rest with permanence, you know this.� She examined the weapon and listened to her hope as it was whisked away.
"And why pray tell must we?" He rebuked, shoving to his feet from the bed, hands planted on this narrowed hips. "I see no reason. What is in our hearts doesn't matter a whit, savvy? A heart is fickle and feeling is fleeting. We have a familiarity that will see us through the worst of storms." His sudden sincerity stunned him to the core, but it was as close to a declaration of feeling as he could come. He admired her, he wanted her, but if it was more, he couldn't give the words voice.
�We must,� she began sullenly before running toward him and thrusting him back onto the bed with her weight, a bawdy smile on her face. �We must because if we do not end it, I fear your sweet little body will collapse from the abuse.� Her kiss was voracious as she sealed her lips to his, her tongue darting inside the hollows of hheekheeks and across his own tongue in a show of possession � captivity. He had spoken well, her silly bastard.
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Bowen rolled over onto his stomach anchoring his chin on his folded arms as he stared over at the man beside him. The dawn had chased away their loving night, but he couldn't find it in himself to be bitter about its end. He knew there would be many nights of the same, touching, caressing, and loving. Benjamin found only happiness at waking beside his lover, sated and exhausted.
With a long, languid stretch, Will�s sculpted body twisted � an awakening both physical and spiritual showing in the glow of his face and skin. Rubbing the comfortable sleep from his eyes, looking forever more like a contented youth, he smiled that innocent smile that was oh, so erotic, allowing his foot to move and trail sensuously over his new found love�s shin. �It�s dawn, then?� His voice sounded heady, not acrid with regret. Life must go on � but from now on his life would include Benjamin.
"Just now." Bowen craned his head to one of the portals where the sun was just beginning to brighten the sky. He smiled and leaned towards Will, kissing and laving his shoulder with a hot wet tongue. "Good morning, my love."
Twisting to pull the warm body into his strong arms, Will settled comfortably into an intimate embrace, his stubbled chin nuzzling into the tender skin of the younger man�s neck. Breathing in the warm aroma of his lover, he sighed contentedly. �Let the mast raise itself.� He switched his attention to the long column of the sweet throat. �Let the entire ship fall into disarray. Let the Pearl fall back into its curse.� Without a thought, he nipped at the sensitive skin pulling it deep into his mouth and sucking, inadvertently branding his love. �Let the captain of both ships flog me until I can stand no longer, as long as they leave me Benjamin.�
"I'll not see an inch of this wondrous flesh flogged. I would offer up myself before watching this..." He trailed his hand over Will's back and flank. �.... be disfigured." He mewled softly and wound his body around his lover, brushing his fully awakened shaft against Will's.
A sigh that mixed contentment and a desire to remain invisible to the outside world escaped the pirate who was reveling in his new sexuality. The feel of hardness against his body heightened his sense of sensuality, his fingers gently trailing to knead the firm tissue of Bowen�s ideal buttocks. �Will she be returning soon?� If they must stop, it had to be soon before Will found himself uncontrollable. And he would die if Benjamin were to be punished for their night of passion in Adams�s bed. Yet he couldn�t resist manipulating his neck and body so that his mouth found the hard male nipple and teased it mercilessly.
"Aye," Bowen practically sobbed. "She�s to see Shaw here, in her quarters." His strokes nst nst the other man increased, quickened. He wasn't willing to give up the morning�s pleasure just then.
Breathless with accelerating ardor, Will moaned, his head pressing back to bury deep into the well-worn pillow. �Ah, sweet Benjamin, what are you doing to me?� His voice was soft and raspy as his body responded with resplendence.
"The sameI haI have done this night past. Love you," he croaked as his thick dribbling cock ached for release, ached to bring Will to the same point.
Eyes opening to mere slits, Will breathed heavily. �What can I do to please you?� He held his lover tightly in his arms as he rose, lifting Bowen with him. Holding his body suspended over the youth�s, he moved to sit squarely on the fully erect shaft, the solid globes of his lovely ass writhing on the live member, pressing it down and manipulating it in the line of cheek separation.
"Lift yourself...." Bowen ordered in a voice he wasn't at all sure was his own, deeper with lust, more masculine with need. Reaching for a tin of greasy salve Morgan had used on her many injures, he waited for Will to comply or resist.
Quick to submit, he raised his body, unsure whether to removed himself completely from Bowen or await further instructions. Moving to lounge beside the lovely lad, he watched the movements with immense interest.
With a deep and almost pained sigh he hand worked along this pulsing shaft, lubricating it, readying it for his lover. "Upon all four, William Turner," he ordered, moving behind the other man eyeing the twin globes of shimmering flesh that was Will's ass.
Wide eyes were the only visual sign of surprise as he used his strength to lift himself into the commanded position. Turning his head over his shoulder to try and glimpse his newfound love, he panted with anxiety and lust � a heady combination. His face looked boyish as the dark curls fell into his eyes. With a lift of his pelvis, he presented his rounded derri�re to Bowen. �Like this?� The words were the merest of whispers.
"Exactly." Bowen replied, a lustful glaze crossing his eyes. He maneuvered his engorged manhood to the tight ring of muscles between the separations in the two halves of flesh. "It is quite likely to pain you."
�Much like a maiden�s pain, eh?� he said in halted breaths as he felt the beginnings of the intrusion. �I shall �. be well and truly � claimed as yours?�
And then he felt it. Eyes clamped shut, the pain was searing as the healthy cock began to rip the virgin portal's tissue. Muscle split in a small amount, yet the elder man could not help himself as he took a deep breath and straightened his back. Throwing his head back and biting hard into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, Will almost begged. �Benjamin," he croaked as he wriggled his body to acclimate himself better to the erotic invasion.

Easing forward, to bury his aching shaft inside Will, he gave into a ragged gasp. "Tis but a moment until you feel sweet bliss, love." He managed a hoarse hiss, trying to comfort and assure the other man.

"But please,� Will whispered feeling the intensity of new sensations. �Don't stop. It's � it's a�heavenly sort of � ache." The throbbing threshold seemed to expand with each minute bit of deeper penetration, yet stay indelibly sealed to the pulsing hardness within.

Bowen tried to keep his pace sedate and unrushed but the hot squeeze of his lover�s muscles made it impossible, made him want to scream for immediate release. "I don't think I could possibly halt if I desired to, William," he croaked out, eyes rolling in his fair head.

Riding the newfound tide of anal pleasure to its fruition, William bit his full bottom lip in an attempt to keep the scream of pain mixed with complete and total gratification until he could stand it no longer. With a groan that was as erotic as it was vocal, he released his own essence, the pulsation of the orgasm causing his body to jerk back planting Bowen further inside him. Slack from such intense fulfillment, his knees and elbows almost buckled. Wanting to voice all these new and wondrous feelings, he reverted to the shyness of his youth and only sighed his contentment.

Feeling the sharp contractions around his manhood Bowen gave into his near euphoric eruption, spewing long and hard into the other man. "I love you, Will. I love you!" He shouted as the tide of pleasure began to ebb.

Ecstasy gave way to a pleasing exhaustion as the older man began to allow his limbs to sag causing his body to ease onto the bed, his stomach feeling the rough cotton of Morgan Adams' sheets. Even the itchy material could not compromise his feeling of momentary perfection. "And I love you, my beautiful Benjamin." He held back a bit more of his expressions for fear that this would all turn out to be a marvelously constructed dream.

Following him down Benjamin allowed his weight to rest upon his lover, taking in the scent of their love making, feeling the slick heat of Will's body. This was no fantasy, no dream, is was heaven and he swore the two of them would dwell there forever more.
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