Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 5
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Will
Kink: um a little bit of hurt/comfort?
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this.
Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex…
Word Count for this part: 1,988
Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!
Another note: I definitely didn’t come up with the quote at the end of the story.
Part 5
Where: The Black Pearl
When: May, early 18th century
The Doctor opened the door and, with his hands on either side of the door, stuck his head out. He pulled himself back in and turned to Remus. “Hope you don’t get seasick.”
They ventured out and Remus realized that they weren’t just on a boat; this was a ship. Remus didn’t know very much at all about naval history, but if the dodgy-looking brig and the Jolly Roger logo on some of the boxes and barrels in the hold were any indication, they were most likely on a pirate ship. The TARDIS had touched down in the ship’s hold, where everything was stored, and their arrival had not been witnessed by anyone, thankfully. If people in the late 20th century could not easily deal with their sudden presence, Remus was not fond of thinking what people of this time period might do to see the futuristic, blue, police public call box instantly materialize in front of them from the future. Remus did not want to escape one set of problems just to be confronted with a whole new set.
They walked across the hold, which wasn’t so bad. The motion was noticeable but not too significant. It was a few minutes later, after Remus had climbed up the first flight of steps, that he began to feel a bit off. Remus tried to deny the motion, but it got to him, held on, and refused to allow him to shake it. Reluctantly, Remus doubled over, with his arms hugging his middle, and got sick. Instinctively, he fished around in his pocket for his handkerchief but remembered all too late that he no longer had it. “Thought the motion wasn’t supposed to be so bad belowdecks,” Remus whimpered. He curled up on the floor in a fetal position, feeling miserable.
Conceivably, he could crawl back to the TARDIS and they could leave. At least, he hadn’t felt the gentle swaying of the ship when he’d been inside so even if the Doctor didn’t want to leave right away, Remus would be able to get through this trip with some dignity intact. Remus closed his eyes and tried to deny his sensitive stomach.
Suddenly, Remus felt something cool and wet against his face. He opened his eyes to find that he was not on the floor but in a bunk. He looked around, utterly confused, and a man sat down on the edge of the low bunk. The man was quite striking, with a slight moustache, dirty-blond-brown hair, and deep brown eyes. He wore a fine vest and a thick white shirt with puffy sleeves. He leaned over and petted Remus’ arm comfortingly. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Remus answered reflexively, the same way he’d answered the Ministry of Magic official. It was a lie, however. He winged and closed his eyes. He definitely still felt poorly.
“You’re not fine at all.” The man reached over and adjusted the wet cloth on Remus’ forehead, making Remus sigh. That felt heavenly.
“Where’s my friend?” he thought to ask. It seemed evident that this man meant him no harm, but he would certainly feel more comfortable to know what was going on.
“The Doctor?” Remus nodded. “He’ll be down soon, I expect. The captain is taking him around to inspect the ship. Last I heard, he was heading up to the crow’s nest at the top of the main mast. Jack wouldn’t have allowed that normally, but he’d never refuse a representative of the Pirate Council.”
It took Remus a second to remember about the psychic paper the Doctor had explained about yesterday. Apparently, it was blank but appeared to the onlooker like anything he expected to see. If the Doctor claimed he was some sort of pirate official, that’s what the document would have looked like to any of the men shown it. Certainly a nicer, smoother solution than deliberate, difficult Legilimency. Quite a handy thing to have, actually.
However, Remus wished he had some ginger root. If prepared properly, supposedly it would do away with seasickness temporarily, at least. Remus wasn’t the best at potions, but he was willing to give this one a shot now. The constant motion of the ship overpowered his senses.
His ears must have been burning, because the Doctor turned up less than a minute later, with a mug of water and a tablet of something. He was followed closely by a strange-looking gentleman with bangle and bead-filled black dreadlocks, flashy rings, and a triangular black hat. This wasn’t the sort of pirate captain Remus had expected, so he was a bit surprised during the introduction to find out this was Captain Jack Sparrow. The Doctor looked particularly amused at something that Remus did not know about. All he knew was that he wanted off this ship. “Good to meet you,” he muttered miserably.
“Likewise.” The captain gestured lavishly, rolling his hand in a circle then throwing himself into a regal bow. “And now I have to actually see to my ship, savvy?” He strolled off, jangling softly. Remus nearly smiled.
“Here.” The Doctor offered over a small capsule and a mug of water. “You’ll feel all right in a few minutes. He looked to the man sitting by Remus. “You’ll look after him for me, Will?”
“Aye-aye, Sir.”
The Doctor frowned at him. “What are you, in the British Navy?” he chided, though he winked at Remus.
The pill absolutely did the trick. The world stopped spinning. His stomach stopped churning. His head felt right again and he felt good enough to prop himself up on his elbows. The concerned touches and cool cloth gentle rubbing against his forehead and cheek didn’t hurt any either. “What’s your name?”
“Will Turner,” said the man.
“And you’re really a pirate?”
The man chuckled. “I guess I am.”
“So why the laugh?”
“Months ago I was ready to kill any pirate I came across. But… well, let us just say that circumstances changed. Please don’t tell the Doctor. I can’t have him thinking the Black Pearl’s first mate is an ex-pirate hater.”
Remus nodded. “I won’t say a word.”
Will looked skeptical, his brow furrowed. “Provided I do something for you?”
Remus shrugged. “What do you think?”
“I think…” He reached up and slowly pulled the tie at the top that held the rolled sheet up in place. With it loosed, it fell down, covering the area around the bunk. “I am a pirate now and I had better do what it takes to stay one.”
“That sounds like something a pirate would say.”
Will turned and climbed up onto the bunk completely, so the heavy, beige sheet hung down entirely across the space, leaving no hint at what was behind it. Will proceeded to unbutton Remus’ shirt, making no mention of its strange and un-pirate-like appearance. Perhaps he had been told they were in disguise, or perhaps he was too nervous to mention its oddness. He did, however, give a small gasp as he beheld a few of Remus’ scars. “Been through a lot, haven’t you?” he asked, taking the washcloth. He ran it leisurely over Remus’ chest and then wrung it out. They watched the drops hit and trail off down Remus’ sides.
“More than you know,” Remus replied with a little bit of a shiver. He was strangely kind, for a pirate- even a new pirate. The water was cool against his skin but the man’s touch was hot. It was those intense, brown eyes that really drew Remus in, however. There was so much behind those eyes. “You do not have to do this, you know,” he said, without really meaning to. “If you’re not of this…” Mentality? Persuasion? Proclivity? Bent? What sort of language was used for this back in the 18th century?
“I am like you,” the other man replied. “We both love people we cannot have.” His eyes shone with hunger. “And we both have needs we cannot meet alone.” And then he smiled. “Besides, I’ve been through a lot, too, savvy?”
Remus smirked. He wasn’t too familiar with that term, but was fairly certain that wasn’t quite how to use it. Either way, though, it was rather hot to see the young man try. This wanna-be pirate was quite attractive. “Come here,” Remus said. Remus slipped out of his own trousers and peeled off both men’s shirts. The metal buttons on Will’s vest were smooth and the thick linen shirt was gave way to muscular arms and chest.
Will traced his finger over the scars and grew hard in his trousers. “Tell me about your battles?”
“My…” Remus hesitated, not sure how to explain what his scars were really from. But when he saw how turned on it made Will, he couldn’t keep silent. “I took on four of the enemy at one time, single-handedly.”
Will’s boots clunked down onto the wooden floor, outside the bunk. The clearance was low, so Will had to hunch over and move carefully as he shed his trousers. The man looked handsome but vulnerable without the extravagant pirate garb.
“I was hit in the back once,” Remus said, Remembering one night just after graduation when he and James had been ambushed while out scouting for the Order. “I went down but managed to take two with me. I got up at the end and they didn’t.”
Will lowered himself down on Remus’ cock, exhaling deeply. “Go on,” he pleaded.
“The things I’ve seen… men and women tortured, driven mad. I’ve seen people hurt, dead and worse than dead, so they’d wish they were dead. And I’ve seen men stand with me, protect me, fight with me.”
Will moaned and shuddered with pleasure as Remus curled a hand around Will’s cock. Will rose up and down, and Remus moved against him, stroking upwards as Will moved down and stroking downwards as Will moved up, pushing up with his pelvis as Will moved down and pulling back as Will moved up.
They were in synch now, like the way the waves lapped at and tossed the ship. But the motion aroused Remus. It was familiar and soothing, so unlike everything else around him. These instincts, these movements, were older than time. And the two men had found comfort in each other across the ages.
*
Remus gripped the edge of the crow’s nest as he felt it shake violently. He muttered a safety spell, creating an invisible, protective bubble around the area which now contained both Remus and the Doctor. “Seasickness all gone?” asked the Doctor.
Nodding, “Haven’t got a pill to cure a fear of heights, have you?”
The Doctor chuckled. “This isn’t your favorite spot on the ship, I take it?”
Remus shrugged. He looked out at the bow of the ship and the vast sea spread out in front of it. Sunlight glinted over the waves, so constant and mesmerizing. Such incredible freedom lay in those waves. These pirates could go anywhere they wished, except back where they’d come from. But there were far worse things than moving forward. There were worse things than heading out towards the horizon and a new day of naughty adventures with companions.
Never in a million years could he have ever expected to see this. With a contented sigh, he rested his head on the Doctor’s shoulder. “Traveling with you might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
The Doctor smiled. “You know, I’ve heard that fo'c'sle swabs in lofty positions are oft beset with strange afflictions. Always wondered where that came from. Do you want me to tell young Will Turner that you’d like to have a word with him up here?”
Remus considered briefly, then replied, “In a while. I want to bask in the moment a while longer, if you don’t mind.” The Doctor put his arm around Remus.