the Dalaverse

Last request for pigeongirl99: J/W, jealousy. Title from the Killers' "Mr. Brightside," which always makes me want to write twisty, angsty threesome fic. Speaking of the devil, after these three, veronica_rich, your request is going to be angstful.



Jealousy Turning Saints Into the Sea


Jack was jealous of Will’s sword. He wielded it with complete authority, never concentrating so fiercely on anything else, and he could go for hours at a time with only the enemies in his own head as opponents. Whatever skills he still lacked as a fledgling sailor were more than made up for in battle; one or two tides had been turned by the sight of young Turner cutting a grim swath with his sword. And oh, when he cleaned it and polished it, taking such care – one hand lightly but firmly wrapped around the hilt, the other running up and down the long, slender blade...

Will was jealous of Jack’s rum. Or, more precisely, the rum and the bottles in which it came. For one thing Jack was never without it, and little brought him greater joy than popping open a particularly good, well-aged brew. Once they’d captured a whole shipment of it and Will could have sworn tears sprang to the captain’s eyes. To watch him drink, really drink, when he had the leisure to enjoy it, was sheer torture. Will tried not to watch, but he was captivated by the sight of full lips pressed to the cool rim, a tanned throat working as he swallowed, tongue darting out to catch one last drop...

Only a fool with a death wish would have parted Will from his sword or Jack from his rum, and neither Jack nor Will fit such a description. Instead Will asked if he might share Jack’s bottle one starry night, and the next morning Jack asked if he might try a few passes with Will’s sword. That was where it started, they would later conclude.

Privately Jack had always wondered if Will slept with sword in hand or beneath his pillow, just as Will suspected Jack of hoarding his supply even while lost to slumber. Each man was delighted to discover that he’d been quite wrong, because the captain’s bunk was large enough for two occupants – provided they slept very close, and the two in question did – and not much else.