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Title: Premonition
Author:

namarie120
Type: FPS
Pairing: Diego Alatriste / Will Turner
Rating: NC-17
Warning: none
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, created for entertainment and enjoyment only. We don’t own the characters or the actors portraying them.
Feedback: would be wonderful
Beta:

tularia
Summary: Captain Turner and his First Mate must face a new challenge
A/N: A (rather late) birthday present for

rocketbalm, inspired by this exquisite manip by

thalassa_ipx (used with her kind permission)

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~~~~~

Time is meaningless here, in this world between the living and the dead. I cannot say how long I have been on the Dutchman, would not even begin to guess. Will could tell me if I asked, I’m sure, but I have no reason to ask, no reason to care. The world goes on outside the rails of our ship; vessels change shape and size and capacity, but men and women still die at sea and need our assistance.

Those are thoughts for another time, though. Other thoughts demand my attention now, thoughts of my lover, not my duties, fill my mind. His gaze is far away as he stares out the windows of the captain’s cabin at the unchanging depths of the sea, pensive, as if some great weight has settled upon his soul. I don’t know what it is that bothers him now, but I don’t demand an answer either. He will confide in me when he is ready and asking before then will only annoy him.

Instead, I let my eyes rake over his beautiful body, thrilled still despite the passage of uncounted years that he is mine to hold and to love. He has pulled on a pair of breeches, though they remain unfastened, hanging low and loose around his hips, but his chest is still bare, allowing me to enjoy the sight of his smooth, hairless chest. I cannot help but smile as I watch him, the absence of his scar proof that I have loved him well this past hour. As the afterglow fades and his heartbeat slows, the mark will come back, indelible sign of his captaincy, but here in this room, he is not Captain William Turner, but simply Will, my lover and my beloved. Everything else fades to insignificance in the face of that love. Even his duty.

~~~~~

I can feel it still, the slow, steady beating in my chest that cannot be real and yet is proof of the only reality that matters in my life. Even as I think it, I know the thought is untrue, can feel the growing presence that is a relentless reminder of the duty I can never forget. I can always sense when a wreck is near, but not yet, not quite yet. Once, this oppressive weight of fear and despair might have threatened to overwhelm me. That it does not, that we have been able to bring peace and surcease to so many lost souls, is due solely to the man who lies slumbering in our bed, whose love restores the life my fate drains from me with each vessel we succour.

Turning from the endless expanse of ocean, I see that he has awakened and is observing me with concern in his pale green eyes. I could not ask for a better first mate than Diego – he has learned the Dutchman's ways as well as I, often anticipating my orders before I can give them – but here, in the privacy of my cabin, we are mated in a far more vital and visceral manner. It is not only our physical lovemaking, though that alone has come to mean more to me than I could have dreamed. Diego's love, the respect he offers me, his unquestioning faith that my decisions will always be the right ones – these are my strength, my ties to the humanity I once feared I had lost.

He regards me from the rumpled bedding, his shaggy hair still dark against the pale sheets. His body is so solid, so real, the scars that are only partly-hidden by the light dusting of hair testament to his loyalty and courage. Beneath the heavy moustache that can tease and pleasure me unmercifully, his lips have curved into a rare smile. I try to smile at him in return, but despite the barely-sated hunger that tempts me to return to his strong arms, the premonition that grips me is too powerful to ignore.

"Something is coming," I tell him, turning back to stare at the empty ocean. "Something the likes of which I have never felt before."

~~~~~

Will was right. The disaster that came, less than an hour after his prophetic words, far outstripped any we had encountered before. Ships had grown larger over time and this one was reputed to be the largest ever to set sail. Unsinkable, they called her, but the iceberg that pierced her hull cared nothing for such accolades.

The last of the dead have left the ship, the world beyond fading as Will steers the Dutchman back to our usual realms. I can see him flagging, his usual vitality sapped by the care he selflessly gave to each of the dead. He always does, but never before have we come to the aids of thousands as we did today. A lesser man would have faltered before such a task. A lesser man would have faltered before any of his tasks, but not my Will. His strength has always contributed to the attraction I feel for him, and seeing him now, drained by all he has given, calls to me. A part of me, the part still grounded in the time and place of my upbringing, says I must not undermine my captain's authority in any way, but I can feel the crew watching me. They have grown accustomed to us, too, in the intervening years, and they wonder now why I let him suffer alone.

No more.

Moving to his side, I slip an arm around his waist, not to pull him away from the wheel, though the temptation to do that is strong as well, but simply to let him know I am there. When he is ready, we will go below and I will care for him as best I can, as only I can. For now, though, I will lend him what strength I have and hope that it will be enough.

~~~~~

I had known whatever was coming would be bad, but nothing could have prepared me for the enormity we faced. It was not merely the sheer numbers, though they were staggering – it felt as if they were unending, as if there were more lost in this single disaster than in all the wrecks that had come before. Even worse was that most could not accept what had happened. I do not believe anyone is ever truly prepared to die, but in their arrogance they had believed they could defeat the might of the sea itself. Perhaps it was that very hubris which called their fate upon their heads, these angry men who tried to argue and bluster against death, frightened men who offered riches to be returned to land, not realizing that where they were going, they no longer had any currency of value save the manner in which they had lived their lives.

The trip to the shores where I deliver my passengers always takes as long as is needed to make them ready. This time the journey seemed endless, and by the time we reached our destination at last I was all but spent. Only Diego's solid, silent presence at my back gave me the strength to endure, renewing that part of myself each soul took with them when they passed.

By the time the last of them cross over and I can steer the Dutchman back to open water, I am not sure there is anything of myself left. I cling to the wheel to hold myself upright, hoping the ship can find her own heading, for I do not have the strength left to steer her. I feel Diego behind me, his arm wrapping around me, his strength buoying me. He has never approached me on deck before, but I have never needed him as I do at this moment, and I lean against his broad chest gratefully, unashamed to acknowledge my need for him.

~~~~~

I never expected the response I get when I join Will at the helm. He leans against me as he has never done before in sight of the crew. I stay where I am, offering him support in his weariness until at last I recognize the featureless seascape as the one we inhabit between wrecks. His hands loosen on the wheel and I enclose them with my own. "Come below, Capitan," I murmur, though none are close enough to hear my words, the crew having returned to their usual tasks with no prompting from either of us, a sign of their respect as much as of our discipline. "Let me succour you as you have succoured the dead."

The silent nod I receive in answer tells me more than words can ever say about how truly exhausted he is, making me wonder if our usual post-wreck lovemaking is what he needs today. Leaving my arm in place around his waist, I usher him below, taking care to disguise as best I can how heavily he leans on me. The crew has been understanding, but I do not want to test the limits of their generosity. I have seen too many captains fall to the appearance of weakness, though with Will's heart hidden wherever Elizabeth saw fit to secret it, I doubt any could truly challenge his authority for long.

We reach the captain's cabin – our cabin – and go inside, Will slumping even more heavily against me as the door shuts behind us, cocooning us in a space that is all our own. "Talk to me, mi amor," I urge as I guide him to the bed. "Tell me how to help you."

~~~~~

Diego asks me to tell him what I need, but how can I explain what I don't understand myself? I only know that I feel drained, empty, more than I have ever felt before. I wonder if a time will come when I will lose too much of myself, when the souls I touch will take all that I have to give and leave nothing left of me when they go? But that would leave the Dutchman without a captain, so perhaps the curse that binds me here would not allow it? I let Diego lead me to the bed, but when he tries to release me to ease me onto the sheets I tighten my arms around him, afraid that if I lose contact with his strength I might fade completely.

I hear the sound of feminine laughter in my ears, and a warmly accented voice speaks in my mind. "My second choice was much better than the first," Calypso murmurs. "I knew there was something about ye, the first time I met ya." There is a warm touch, as of lips brushing my cheek, and the voice whispers, "All ya need, William Turner, is here within yer arms, keeping ye safe and whole."

Forcing my heavy lids open, I half-expect to find the sea-goddess standing before me, but I see only Diego's concerned face, and I know how to answer his question. "Just hold me," I tell him. "Love me – make me whole. You're all that I need."

~~~~~

Will's words resonate through me as powerfully as his first declaration of love. I wonder what makes these words, this day, different, but such questions are best saved for another time, when his need is not so great. Instead, I accept that something has added a new depth to his avowal and endeavour to love him as best I can. His lips call to me and I lower my head, kissing him tenderly, letting him feel the depth of my devotion. He responds eagerly, with more strength than I would have predicted, but I do not question it. He is with me and that alone matters.

Slowly, I peel the clothes from his body, for his plea for me to love him has a physical component as well as an emotional one, noticing as I do that his scar is as livid as I have ever seen it. My lips caress it, reminding us both that if not for its presence on his chest, we never would have met. He arches into my touch as he always has, making my cock swell with eagerness. I push my own need aside in favour of his, though. There will be time to assuage my own passions when I have well and truly roused his.

~~~~~

My chest burns beneath Diego's lips, and for a moment I can do nothing but lie there passively as he undresses me; but as his roughened fingers brush my bare skin, my body reacts as it always does to his touch. Weak as I am, I cannot simply take from him. I give of myself to every stranger who crosses the Dutchman's deck – how much more do I owe him, when it is only through his love that I feel at all? My body arches to seek more contact with his, and my hands wind beneath his shoulders to urge him upward, to where I can meet his lips with mine.

As his tongue delves deep into my mouth, I manage to work open the lacings of Diego's shirt, baring his chest to my hungry gaze. His deceptively dainty nipples are already pebbled into tight buds, inviting my touch, and I roll them between my fingers until his groan vibrates against my lips. Unwilling to lose his mouth, my tongue chases his when it tries to withdraw, engaging it in a delaying action while my hands explore the planes of his chest, combing through the soft fur, following it as it narrows down his abdomen and disappears below the waistband of his breeches.

~~~~~

As selflessly as my lover gives to all those in need, even more so does Will give to me. I can feel the shaking of his hands as they caress me, and as much as I want to believe it is desire that causes those trembles, I know part of it is exhaustion as well, yet he never hesitates to pull me to him, to hold and love me as ardently as he can. I give him what he wants, my lips lingering over his as his hands burrow beneath my clothes. How can I not when what he wants corresponds so completely to what I want as well?

As his eager hands divest me, our naked shafts rub enticingly one against the other and I shiver in delight. I know, though, that if we stay thus for too long, our lovemaking will end before it has a chance to truly begin. Most nights, that would not bother me unduly, knowing that another opportunity would present itself shortly, but tonight some instinct tells me that Will needs more than simple physical release. He needs to be loved as thoroughly as I ever have, his heart restored through that contact. Where the impulse springs from, I cannot say, but I will not deny it.

~~~~~

I can never have enough of the feel of Diego's body against mine, his hair sensitizing my smoothness, his planes fitting perfectly against mine, our limbs wrapping around each other as if we were crafted to fit together this perfectly. I know I could find my release this way – I have done, on many pleasing occasions – but tonight, arousing as it is, it is not enough. There are many ways to make love, and over countless nights we have explored most of them, but on this night there is only one that will satisfy me.

Pulling Diego closer, I spread my legs so that he cradles between them and tangle a hand in his hair to guide him to my kiss. My other hand slides down his back until it reaches his firm buttocks, stroking and squeezing until his body bows against mine, his hard shaft nudging insistently behind my own. "Yes," I moan, letting go of his lips with reluctance and hooking my ankles over his calves, opening myself to him. Only Diego's body filling me can ease the emptiness that still leaves me feeling drained. "I need you, Diego, need you inside me."

~~~~~

Inside me.

The words echo in my head as my body reacts to the plea. Will knows there is no place I would rather be than inside him. Reaching for the whale oil we keep by the bed, I slick my fingers and make him ready, my hand shaking with the overwhelming desire to join us, body and soul. I want to rush ahead, to complete our union, yet a part of me holds back, savouring this time as if it were the first time. I mate our lips again, feeling him undulate encouragingly, drawing my fingers deeper inside him as I stretch him for my aching cock.

His back arches, pressing his smooth chest against mine, and I feel the thundering refrain of his heart beating in time with my own. That sensation breaks my control and I withdraw my fingers, replacing them with my erection, feeling the furled rosette open to allow me entrance. I slide home, our bodies coming together in a dance older than time, the physical a pale echo of the union of our hearts and souls. Will clenches around me, his fingers tightening in my hair, as we strive together toward that moment of pure bliss that hopefully will restore him to himself again.

His beauty as he writhes beneath me is unsurpassed. I push up on my elbows despite his protest to peer down into his face, untouched by the passage of time. I can see the fatigue fading as our lovemaking restores his strength. Our eyes meet and hold, the bond between us as strong as any line on the ship, though far less tangible, and I give in to the request I see there, loosing all semblance of control and pounding into him. The time for gentleness has passed; he needs my strength now and I give it to him willingly.

~~~~~

My body shakes and clenches around Diego, my energy growing the more mercilessly he impales me. Here is another mystery I may never fathom, that in yielding to him I grow stronger. Yet perhaps, I think as his eyes hold mine and together we climb that much closer toward rapture, the secret is that neither of us think of giving or taking – when we are joined like this, we are one, body and spirit, and all that we have belongs not to he or I, but is ours to share. Then Diego touches that place inside me that sets me aflame, and rational thought becomes impossible. His eyes kindle into green fire and I cannot look away, as together the flames melt us and reforge us, burning away our weaknesses and melding us into a single whole that is stronger than either of us. I feel more than just Diego's body inside me – somehow our spirits have touched, have melded as well, in a union deeper than I have ever imagined, a bond that lingers even after our passion burns itself out and he slips from my body to lie, sated, at my side.

~~~~~

We lie in breathless satiation, side by side, arms and legs still entwined, and I realize with a start that I can sense more of Will than ever before. I am aware not only of his physical presence next to me; I can now feel him inside me, filling a place I had not even realized was empty. Lifting my head, I meet his eyes and see the same awareness reflected back in the dark depths.

"How?" I ask, not expecting him to have any more answer than I do.

He shrugs. "I stopped asking those questions the first time I laid eyes on this ship."

Subsiding to my place against him, I decide he is right. We passed beyond the bounds of the explicable when we intertwined our lives with those of this ship and the goddess whose charge we fulfil. Perhaps this is Calypso's way of blessing us for our faithfulness in fulfilling that duty. Perhaps it is mere coincidence. Perhaps it is even a figment of our imaginations, though I know that last to be untrue. It doesn't matter in the end. We are here, together, drawing strength from each other, from a shared well that will never run dry.

What else is there to say but this? "I love you, mi corazon."

"I love you, Diego," he murmurs sleepily.

The beat of Will's heart, his chest smooth and unmarked beneath my palm, is proof to us both that it will always be enough.