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Legends of the Treasure Child: Sparrow's Nest	By : Sparrowbirdie Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jack Sparrow heard the familiar rustle of feathers. Drowsy with sleep, he moved his arms and shifted position. He felt like he'd just fallen asleep. Twice this night, he'd been up feeding little Jonathan. What did the twins want now? He opened his eyes and saw something hover in the air beneath the ceiling. Jack Sparrow screamed.
Things happened very fast. In a matter of seconds, Jack decided that: a)those angels were not angels because b)they were his sons and c)they had grown into adults in a matter of hours. Which meant that: d)Saieros was not far away, or there was e)some other imminent danger. Jonathan was still asleep in his cot, but as Jack looked, he saw how something startled the infant and woke him. The boy began to wail. Then there was a loud pounding on the cabin doors, followed by a frantic call for Jack. Then a scratch as something big landed flat on deck, then there was a scream which gradually faded and disappeared upwards as if the owner of the voice had been picked up. The White Swann was definitely under attack. Gilbert was backing away from the door. He could hardly breathe out of pure terror. He kept staring from the door onto which something strong now was banging, to the white-winged young males. They descended soundlessly, reached forward with their arms and aimed. Just as the door caved in, they fired, and everything exploded into a shower of wooden shrapnel. Jack took cover under the bed with Jonathan. The baby was frantic, and Jack shared his sentiments. Jacob and Israel looked from the exploded door frame to their hands and then at each other before they mouthed a big “WOW”, clearly impressed with their own talents. The sudden boost of confidence failed when the three metres tall Saieros made his way inside. He was kicking debris and looking pissed. Normally, the first time around when a father meets his sons, its quite cordially and heartfelt. The unhuman roar which had its origin somewhere in his belly and leading up and out across the cabin, was anything but friendly. Saieros eyed his children with his black eyes and bared his fangs, demanding obedience. He was quite an impressive sight, all pale and skull-white, his dark long hair flowing through the air about his head like a demonic halo. And there was no avoiding the huge, fully erect cock between his legs. Israel stepped to the right, placing himself between Saieros and the bed underneath which Jack was hiding. Jonathan wailed at the top of his lungs, and it was a heartbreaking sore noise which went through bone and marrow.
“Stand aside, offspring” Saieros demanded with growling voice. Though he was shaking, Israel didn't budge. Saieros tilted his head and inhaled sharply through his nose. “Ah, fear! How it becomes you, Jack Sparrow. Come out now, and I will do nothing more to you than to impale you on my manhood! I will rid you of the foul stench of Man from your hole, and fill you up with what rightfully belongs there. You have cheated me of an offspring, adulterous slave!” Saieros growled, his face just inches away from Israel's beautifully chiselled features. He was a young and pristine copy of the sadistic father standing next to him. He had Jack's eyes though, something which brought Saieros some annoyance. Israel winced, wondering what Saieros might have eaten which could have given him such a foul breath. His twin brother Jacob took another step in front of Gilbert Monterey. The priest in training was fighting not to squeal as his stomach was a complete knot of terror. He was kneeling behind a toppled table, almost biting his knuckles off to keep his teeth from chattering. Never before had he encountered such terror. He did not dare to look over the edge to see what sort of demon it was that could induce such terror and fright. Whatever it was it had to be gruesome. From the deep recesses of his mind sprang a verse from the Bible, its meaning ringing in his ears. Corinthians 1, verse 10:21. Thou cannot drink the cup of the Lord and also the cup of demons. Thou cannot partake of the table of the lord and of the table of demons. Gilbert had ended up in the very nest of the vipers, or spiders or demons. Whatever. Sleeping with demons meant he would be a hunted man for the rest of his life.
For anyone not familiar with the tense scene and what it all involved, it came across as a rather weird spectacle: in the shattered captain's cabin, there stood three naked, winged men with the bodies only mortals could dream of. Their lean muscles promised great strength, their thighs sported great vitality, and the way their manhoods poked about in the open air before them gave the impression to strangers that this seemed very much of a show-off in the sort of look-mine's-the-biggest-when-aroused. The truth of it was that Israel and Jacob couldn't help themselves in the presence of this giant demon who oozed of testosterone and Demon Nature. Had he asked his sons to bend over, they would have done so in a heartbeat and enjoyed it because of the demon blood floating in their veins. The demon within wanted it so that everything about their father attracted them. And the unfortunate full-blooded humans crouching and hiding behind the furniture only added to the weirdness of it all. But Jack's upbringing of the two half-blood demons kept them from giving in. Their insubordination wasn't going to last long though, and all three of them knew it. Israel locked gazes with his demon father. This was the first time they really saw each other and literally breathed in each other's breaths, the chrome of their fully erect cocks kissing each other. It looked as if neither would back down. Israel's knees were going weak. It was a matter of willpower, his recently matured instinct told him. Yesterday he'd been a stubborn two-year-old not having a care in the world. Now, he felt the pressure and the responsibility. Israel Sparrow began to sweat. Israel reached out with his senses down to his very fingertips. He had to do something, and demon instinct told him to do this. He grew claws in a manner of seconds. Improvising, he flexed his fingers and dug his claws into Saieros' ribcage.
The great demon howled with pain and backed away, stumbling out on the floor, knocking over broken chairs and wooden splinters. Blood poured out from the puncture marks. Saieros steadied his footing, eyed his son and growled menacingly. He flexed his muscles, and sported hands with claws twice the length of Israel.
Israel felt like running into Jack's arms. Then he remembered he wasn't a baby anymore and that this was pretty much his own fault. Glancing in his twin brother's direction for help, he found that Jacob mirrored his own fright to perfection.
Saieros lashed out, and an unseen force pulled Israel to him. His right clawed hand closed around Israel's throat, keeping the young man in mid-air. Israel gasped and struggled to breathe. Wriggling to get loose, he felt Saieros' erect member between his legs. Silky smooth and rock hard at the same time, its veins nearly bursting with retrained lust. It was a moment of terror and sudden lust mixed together. Then Demon Nature took over and lust washed over him. He wanted that huge thing inside of him, and knowing it belonged to his own father only made him want it more. Somewhere in his head, humanity shouted that he had to withstand this, that it was wrong, that if he did it he would be abandoning Jack's side.
Being Israel's twin, Jacob felt the sudden pull of lust as well. He couldn't help it, felt his limbs move on their own accord. Mechanically, he put one foot in front of the other. He opened his eyes wide, tilted his head backwards and took in the masculine scent of his demon father, allowing it to fill his nostrils and travel down to his groin. His mind – the human part he'd inherited from Jack – worked frantically to find some sort of diversion or intervention. Out of the corner of his eye to his left, he saw one wooden leg which was nearly separated from the base of a chair. The pull in his groin, the throbbing erection between his legs almost brought him to his knees. He focused and managed to pick up the wooden leg on his way, wishing only to spread his legs to his demon father and feel his cock inside him. Coming close enough, he swung his arm, aimed for Saieros and drove the thin end of the Georgian-style wooden leg straight into one of the bleeding holes in Saieros' ribcage.
The demon collapsed, let go off Israel who fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and moaned. He howled out with renewed pain. “That one's for Jack” Jacob moaned, still in want for a mind-blowing orgasm. The combination of lust and anger was a powerful fuel to all of his demonic senses. While the boys tried to comprehend these newfound feelings, Saieros reached behind his back, and in witless fury he pulled out the wooden leg from his side. More blood poured out. He got to his feet, snarling at his offspring which was clearly beginning to annoy him. Proud as he was of them, they were beginning to remind him of bats flying blindly, meddling with powers they didn't know the consequences of.
“Anything else you'd like to poke me with before I take Jack's bastard offspring and bite off its head?” Saieros snapped at Jacob. The young half demon took a step backwards.
“I – I command you! In the name of everything that's holy” a shaky voice rose from the farthest corner, “you will not hurt that boy!” Jacob turned to stare at Gilbert Monterey. The man had risen from behind the table, and he was pointing one condemning index finger at Saieros. He was shaking with trepidation, the curls on his head twitching. Saieros tilted his head backwards and inhaled the scent of the stranger. As realisation hit him, he growled loudly at Gilbert. But Gilbert held his ground, not losing eye contact with the demonic beast. “Begone! Foul demon! I command you!” Saieros roared again, and grudgingly he began to back away.
Seeing how the demon retreated made Gilbert a little more bolder. He stepped out from behind the table and took a step out on the floor. “By the power given to me by the Holy Father, I command you to go away from this ship! You're not welcome!” Gilbert continued, struggling to keep his voice from shivering and his conviction firm. The demon was actually retreating. Snarling and clearly unhappy but retreating until it made it outside on deck. There, it leapt into the air and was gone. Gilbert finally allowed himself the impending nervous breakdown. It was the second time around he was face to face with a demon, and the excitement was wearing him out. Jack crawled out from underneath the beaten bed. He fished out Jonathan afterwards and rocked him gently in his arms. The boy finally settled.
“Dad?” Israel said, still coughing.
“I'm fine” Jack replied quietly. He had to keep himself from squeezing Jonathan as not to hurt the baby. The boys met him in a big hug, as to reassure him that they were still his boys. He felt their hard cocks against his belly, a strong reminder that they were not only his children.
Gilbert watched this family hug in silence. So it wasn't all bad. Here before him, was the upside of being a demon's concubine. A loving family, despite its demonic deficiencies.
The whole boat shook as something big suddenly touched down on deck. It was John. He had a despaired and wild expression of face, sweating wildly, red drops of blood smeared across his face, running from his blood red eyes. Jack shoved little Jonathan into Jacob's arms. “Go, get out of the cabin and do not set foot in here before I say so – soh, oh!” Jack exclaimed as he was carried off by John. The half demon swept a hand across the air in front of where Jack's bed had been, and the rabble flew across the air. Jack was put down on the bed, and John clawed at his clothes. Gilbert stood amazed, not understanding what was happening. Weren't they father and son? What was John going to do with him? Why was Jack accepting being manhandled like that?
It was like a hunger. John had to use every bit of willpower to restrain himself as he peeled off Jack's undergarments. He had to. He just had to. No place like home. There it was. He was almost home. Jack could see that he wasn't thinking rationally. He had only seen tendencies to the red veil state in John but never seen him so overtaken by it as he was now. It was the demon equivalent of a blood frenzy, but John seemed like he wanted help. Just like humans like to imagine a black hole they might disappear into, demons want to hide in their nests. And John wanted nothing more than to seek comfort from whence he came. In the Sparrow's nest. In Jack's belly. To stay there and regroup.
“John – John, dear John” Jack said, cupping John's face with his palms. “I would have you reborn through me a thousand times. But right now, today, my body isn't your nest. Look over there. That's Gilbert Monterey, the father of your young. There's your nest.” Jack nodded at Gilbert and his still flat belly.
John let go off Jack and straightened his back. He tilted his head backwards, just like Saieros had been doing not an hour earlier. John breathed in the air through his nose, smelling Gilbert, finding that indeed, it was his home. It struck somewhere in John's clouded mind that yes, it was in deed time to move on to new territory, to a new nest. And lo and behold her it was, walking and talking. He focused on the belly, and before his mind's eye he saw the foetuses inside, his babies in the making. All three of them. All three of them? John thought about it, and suddenly the meaning of it washed over him. Three children meant a lot of work. Gilbert watched breathlessly as the red veil began to evaporate from his lover's eyes. John's sensibility was kicking in, and he stepped up close, caught Gilbert by the waist and pulled him close. He planted a long kiss on Gilbert's lips and drew in the scent of the man's skin. His hands came alive and began to undo Gilbert's clothing which wasn't a lot considering he had been sleeping just recently.
“What are you –? Here?! Please, it's highly inappropriate, we're just – and there's no door!” Gilbert managed to utter his objections between John's greedy kisses.
“Good to have you back, son” Jack said, smiling and pulling his pants back on. He stood there in his undergarments, looking for his hat. Finding it, he put it in. A true pirate captain needed naught but his hat and a decent bottle of rum. Now, rum was, as it was beginning to become a nasty habit because of the children – out of the question. That left it to Jack Sparrow's hat. Jack checked his voice which brimmed of emotion. “You're late, you were greatly missed in Constantinople. I love you – and the door needs to be fixed and the sails trimmed” Jack cleared his throat, fighting the lump growing there. “When that's done with you can swab the deck and make me some chicken soup. That's the least you can do to make up for your absence. Now snap to it!” Jack said, and walked outside, attempting to maintain his pride as the entire crew stood to witness their esteemed captain in his undies wearing only his hat.
John dug deep into Gilbert, thrusting with long and slow moves. He wanted to taste and savour the flavour of everything this half Spartan had to offer. He was never as close to any one as when he made love to someone. Here, was the soul of his lover more than two thousand years ago. Here were his children in the making. His mind touched theirs, and already he felt the differences in personality which they were evolving. The longer he stayed connected to their minds, the more they owned him, made him their father, acknowledged him until he opened up and gave all of himself to them. It was a way of committing which Jack had passed on to him. Do something fully, or it will all turn to folly, Jack often said. Aye, here was John's nest. The nest of his children. Strong offspring. In the blink of an eye, the future revealed itself, and John learned his children would have lovers and that they would breed themselves. Then the vision turned abruptly, and John saw before his mind's eye the man with the crown standing before him, draped in white.
I am the resurrection and the life.
It all made perfectly sense now. Life indeed.
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