Possession

"You move your arm like this-"

Will furrowed his brows, attempting to follow the movements of the elder male. His confusion was evident. The elder male's intention, however, was unnoticed. At least, by William Turner. No, Jack Sparrow knew what was going on. Captain Jack Sparrow, mind you.

Chuckling deeply, James Norrington, previous pride of the law, was now amongst pirates, and not only that, he didn't seem to mind that much. But then, who would complain with Will around. The boy was simply gorgeous. Anyone who denied it was a clear liar. He had some ability to just grow on you, not matter how much you attempted to hate him.

"Here. Let me show you," James grinned, leaning over, his chest pressing against Will's back, almost groaning at the warm contact. He could have sworn his pants had grown just a little tighter at the front, restricting the erection he knew was there.

His hands wrapped around Will's and positioned them properly on the rope, tensing then bringing them both back, tightening the rope some, then winding it around the hook and demonstrating a knot.

"I'm terrible at this," Will groaned, attempting to shift back. Not noticing the tightness nor the bulge in James' pants as his backside nudged against that particular spot, leaving the elder male flushed and needing more, but he doubted he'd take it.

The truth was, he loved Elizabeth. And no matter how much he might desire the male in front of him, he couldn't do anything. Not when there was the slightest chance that he and Elizabeth could be.

"You'll get it eventually-" "Oi, Will-I want a word," Jack interrupted, a charming smile on his behalf, though James could barely get over the reek of his breath. Rum. Disgusting.

"Sure," Will answered predictably. James had seen the signs. William was obviously completely oblivious of the Captain's seemingly 'sneaky' advances.

"Boy-I want you to be keeping away from Norrington, alright?" Jack murmured to the younger male, standing against the side of the cabin, his hands waving around like usual, in some drunken delirium, caused doubtlessly by the large amount of alcohol he consumed on a regular basis.

"He's been spending time with you for more than teachin' you," Jack snorted, William quirking a brow in questioning manner, "I don't think you're in any position to tell me what to do, Jack-" "Oh? As far as I be seeing, you're on my ship, and I'm your Captain," Jack breathed, breeching the more than obvious line between them, his body nearly on the younger male's, though apparently he wasn't drunk enough yet to allow it, or he simply had more self control than he showed.

"What-And you think that means you can order me around?" Will challenged, Jack grinning widely, "Nah…I think it makes you mine," The Captain breathed, closing that non-existent gap and crushing his lips upon the other male's own, their bodies pressed together in the heated kiss.

As the kiss broke, Will pulled away, moving to stride away from the Captain, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips.

"My room, tonight. And don't make me wait Young William-You're mine, and I expect my belongings to listen to me, Savvy?" Jack shot after him, pleased to see the other had turned a few shades redder.

William wasn't as stupid as he made out to be. And it was clear he had no protests to who he actually belonged to. Truthfully, he didn't mind being a possession to the 'good' Captain.

Not at all.