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Part One
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Johnny rested his head on Vanessa's lap. His bruised and battered body was stretched out on the couch and gentle fingers stroked through his hair. "Mon ange. Mon pauvre chéri. Shh… Détends-toi. Dis-moi ce qui te trouble, mon cœur?"

"Just tired," he mumbled against her leg.

"Hmmm… I think it's more than that."

Sitting up, he pulled his gorgeous wife onto his lap. "What do you mean?" he questioned, pushing her hair back from her face.

Vanessa smiled wryly. "You know you never lie to me, only this one little thing, and it's your issue, not mine. There is no need to hide it from me."

Johnny's fingers trailed down the sensitive back of his lady's arm, lifting her hand and kissing the finger tips. "We aren't going to have this conversation again, are we? I told you when we decided to make our relationship exclusive what that meant to me."

Vanessa turned on her lover's lap, straddling his thighs so she could look him directly in the eyes. "And I told you that it isn't the same thing. Before me, there were men and women. You chose me as your partner. Eh, bien. Génial. I'm the luckiest woman on earth, but I *am* a woman. The things a man can give you…" she trailed off meaningfully.

"Committed means committed, 'Nessa. I can crave a cigarette but choose not to smoke one because it's bad for me and our kids."

Tilting her dark head back, Vanessa laughed, shaking her head indulgently like she was talking to one of the kids. "This is not *bad* for you. En fait, *not* having this is bad for you. You can not tell me that working with Orlando all the days has not affected you. I know how it affected you the first time, but you were too honorable to do anything other than try your best to get Orlando and Viggo together."

"They belong together."

"I agree, and their joining brought you Sean."

Johnny's eyes shot up locking with his wife's amused ones. "I… you… fuck… French witch," he sputtered lovingly.

Vanessa laughed again. "Americans can be so closed minded, and you, my beloved, for all your worldly charms, have not shaken your roots completely. Tell me what your weekend with Sean hurt," she challenged. "Did it hurt me? Did it hurt our family? Sean? You? No! In fact, I'd say we all pretty much benefited."

"How did you benefit?" Johnny asked sincerely.

"I got a husband that was happy, balanced and sane. Lapin, you can't just flip a switch and say, 'I'm not like this anymore.' It's not healthy. I'd send you off to Sean again, but his new girlfriend might not have the same view of things I do. I think it's time you did something about how you feel about Orlando," she stated resolutely.

Johnny rested his forehead on her shoulder, shaking it slightly. "Orlando is not an option. Maybe before Viggo, but not now."

"Ah, my honorable pirate… He looks at you too, you know? When he thinks no one is looking. I'm not suggesting you interfere. I'm suggesting you join." Vanessa paused, letting her words sink in. "You and Viggo, you connected in the islands, no? There is a kindred spirit there. You described it yourself. I can feel what just the thought does to you." Vanessa rocked her pelvis against the telltale bulge in her husband's jeans.

Johnny returned his wife's cocky grin with a leer. "That is for the sexy woman currently pressing herself against me." With a growl, he flipped Vanessa onto her back and settled his weight between her legs.

With a knowing look, she sighed as Johnny's hand stroked up her smooth thigh under her skirt. "I may surrender, but I'm not giving up."

~~~~~

Jack Sparrow jumped sideways, missing his mark and falling from the rock, his sword clattering onto the floor of the studio. Johnny jumped to his feet, swearing and cursing the unfamiliar clumsiness that had ruined yet another take.

Vanessa turned to Orlando, still dressed as Will Turner. "My poor baby. If he doesn't do something about this tension soon, he's going to hurt himself."

Orlando'd shot his last scene for the day but had been hanging out. "I know blue screen work can get tedious, but I've never seen him so off his game."

"Allez, walk with me, 'Lando," Vanessa purred, leaning close to the young Brit's ear.

Orlando raised a curious eyebrow at the slight woman, but followed obediently. She was a force of nature and no one said 'no' to her without a very good reason.

Johnny's wife led him down the hall. Peering into several rooms before entering one, she flipped on the light and walked into the deserted conference room. Sliding into the leather chair at the head of the table, she spun, propping her feet on the chair next to her. "Johnny needs your help," she started.

"Johnny loves me and les gosses more than anything… sometimes more than is reasonable. He takes his commitments seriously, my husband, work… love… sex…" Vanessa smiled as a flush colored the British actor's cheeks. Orlando's subtle innocence was one of the things that made him so damn adorable. "You know that Johnny likes men as well as women, yes?"

Orlando stuttered, the abrupt change in conversation unnerving him. "Ya… yes…"

Vanessa smiled. "Good. Then it won't come as a complete surprise when I tell you that I know he's attracted to you and what I think you should do about it."

Orlando collapsed into the nearest chair before his legs gave out completely. Vanessa continued, gently explaining and then applying her considerable charms to get Orlando to see things her way. As the Brit finally stumbled out of the room, somewhat stunned but promising to think about what she'd said, she laid her head back on the chair and sighed. "Fucking British. They're worse than the Americans. It's amazing they manage to fuck enough not to 'uptight' themselves out of existence."

~~~~~

Orlando lay on his stomach sprawled across the mess that had been a neatly made bed two and a half hours ago, his head pillowed on Viggo's abdomen. Viggo had his head propped on his bent arm and a book in his hand. It was Orlando's favorite position. It felt so intimate, his cheek pressed to the skin just above Viggo's groin, his mouth within easy reach of the sated cock lying against his lover's hip, both of them completely boneless from making love. He could smell himself on Viggo and knew he smelled the same, a mixture of them both. Just the thought made his cock twitch between his belly and the sheets.

His cock twitching brought back memories of his conversation with Vanessa. His mind had been running it over and over for the last two days. Just the turmoil it caused told him he needed to discuss it with Viggo, no matter what they decided.

"Vig?" he began.

Viggo dropped his book to the bed, looking down at his lover and carding his fingers through the mussed curls. "Hmm?"

"Do you ever think of being with anybody but me?" Orlando asked.

Viggo frowned, not sure of where exactly this line of questioning was leading but realizing it was not going to be a short discussion. Turning the book face down on the bedside table, he pulled Orlando into his arms so they were facing each other. "No, you are all I ever need. I thought you knew that," he said firmly.

"Oh, no… that's not what I meant at all. I do know that," Orlando babbled. "I'm fucking this all up. It made sense when she said it. I should just call and have her explain it to you."

Now Viggo was really confused. "Orli… Orli, stop." He placed a silencing finger against Orlando's moving lips. "Let's back up a little. She who?"

Orlando started to speak but hesitated as Viggo still had his finger pressed to his lips. Viggo lifted his finger slightly and Orlando licked his lips before answering. "Vanessa."

"Johnny's Vanessa?" Viggo asked curious. Orlando nodded. "What do we need Vanessa to explain?"

As was usually the case when Orlando didn't know where to start, he just jumped in, his words bubbling out as thoughts came into his head. Luckily, Viggo had gotten good at following the circuitous course of 'Orlando spew' and managed to piece together a pretty good idea of what his lover was saying. When the younger man stopped to take a breath, he took his chance to clarify what he thought he heard. "So Vanessa came to you because she thinks Johnny is sexually frustrated in a way only a man can fix?"

Orlando's forehead crinkled in consternation. How in the fuck did Viggo do that? One line… one line and he'd summed it up. "Yeah, and she seems to think that we are the couple to help." Orlando wasn't sure how Viggo was going to react to that part.

Viggo nodded slowly, his eyes unfocused, obviously mulling over the situation. "I guess it comes down to how you feel about this," he finally stated, blue eyes focusing on Orlando's face.

"Well I… hey, why does it come down to how *I* feel about this? You're in on this too. I have no desire to do this without you," Orlando exclaimed.

Viggo mouth twitched. "But you do have a desire to do it? If I'm a part of it, of course," he added before Orlando's feathers got even more ruffled.

"I… well… I guess… How *do* you feel about it?" Orlando blurted.

Viggo tunneled his fingers into Orlando's hair, massaging the back of his head. "I know how I feel about it and I'll tell you as soon as I'm sure that you've thought through this enough to know how you feel. This is one of those decisions that we have to make separately and then together. It's too potentially dangerous to be a tag along decision. It's got to come from how you feel inside, not how you think I feel."

Orlando closed his eyes and let his head fall forward onto Viggo's chest. The steady beat of the older man's heart combined with the soothing strokes of his fingers lulled him into a meditative state. He thought about Johnny… Viggo… Viggo *and* Johnny… finally he looked back up. "I find Johnny attractive and I love him, not the same way I love you, but he is very dear to me. The thought of watching the two of you together is honestly more arousing to me than being with him myself." A burst of nervous laughter revealed Orlando's unease over the admission. Viggo just smiled and waited for Orlando to continue.

"I want to help Johnny, but not if it is going to hurt us in any way. Can we do this? Can we share what we have without it giving a piece of it away… without making it 'less' somehow?" Orlando searched Viggo's eyes, needing to find reassurance and answers.

Viggo pressed a tender kiss to his lips, keeping their mouths very close as he spoke. "Nothing… no one can ever lessen what we have," he stated definitively. "I'm like you. I care for Johnny and the image of the two of you together is breathtaking. You are so beautiful in the throes of passion. I'd love to be less distracted than I usually am to really be able to enjoy it… possibly even photograph it. I can't see us just inviting Johnny to our bed though. It doesn't 'feel' right."

"So we don't do it?"

Viggo's eyes lit with mischief. "I didn't say that. Do you know what happened between Johnny and Sean on our wedding night?"

Orlando looked puzzled and shook his head.

"Let's just say that Captain Jack Sparrow had a run in with a Captain from Her Majesty's Royal Navy." Viggo's expression added considerable emphasis to his words.

Orlando's eyes grew wide and his cheeks flushed. "Oh," he squeaked.

Viggo pulled Orlando's leg over his hip, sliding his thigh between his lover's legs. Pressing forward against the hardening flesh, he scattered light kisses over Orlando's jaw. "What would you think about inviting Johnny over for a private costume party?"

Orlando's cock answered the question before his mind could even form the words. Viggo chuckled, rocking his hips forward against the completely hard shaft trapped between them. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," he rasped, sucking Orlando's earlobe and tugging at it with his teeth. "Enough talk of Johnny. You are far more distracting."

Rolling the slender man completely underneath him, Viggo moved down, rubbing his rough chin over sensitive brown nipples until they were red and distended and then sucking them to ease the ache. "I love how you taste," he murmured, his nose brushing over Orlando's bellybutton, his lips brushing through the dark brown curls. Licking a broad swipe up the heavy vein on the underside of the leaking cock, he placed a wet kiss on the mushroomed tip.

Orlando's hips bucked up, wanting to sink into the familiar heat of Viggo's mouth, but the older man pulled away. Spreading Orlando's legs wider, he pushed his legs to his chest, running his rough chin over the most sensitive skin on his lover's body.

"Viggo… please…" Orlando whimpered, looking down between his legs with pleading eyes.

Viggo tongued the exposed pink hole, feeling it clench and release in erotic spasms, tasting the results of their afternoon of love making. Wrapping a hand around the straining erection, he licked and squeezed in counterpoint until Orlando was writhing, desperate for more. "Fuck me," he pleaded. "I need you to ahhhh…" His words turned into a scream of pleasure as Viggo stabbed his tongue inside the wet hole, fucking him as demanded.

The trembling in Orlando's thighs signaled his inevitable climax. Viggo added two fingers, removing his tongue and sitting up to be able to really orchestrate his lover's release. Fucking the wet hole hard and fast, his fingers unerringly striking Orlando's pleasure center, Viggo fisted the pulsing shaft. He watched as Orlando's entire body clenched, his heels digging into the bed and his hips arching towards the ceiling. Long trails of milky come spattered across Viggo's hand and Orlando's chest.

Viggo slowed his hand, stroking until Orlando was completely soft, his eyes unfocused and his limbs slack. Reaching for the stack of towels piled under the bed, Viggo gently cleaned Orlando's body as the young man floated in detached bliss. Tossing the towel towards the hamper, he pulled Orlando into his arms, kissing the dark riot of curls.

As Orlando descended from that place only Viggo could take him, he pressed suggestively against his husband's erection. "That was awfully selfish of me."

Viggo trailed his fingers up and down Orlando's back. "I wanted to watch you come apart."

Orlando reached for Viggo, but the older man captured his hand, entwining their fingers. "Sometimes I like a little anticipation. Talk to me. Do you have a fantasy you'd like to play out with Johnny?"

Pirates was the obvious answer, but there were so many other possibilities. "Maybe we should ask Vanessa what pushes his buttons," Orlando suggested.

"Mmmm… good idea," Viggo mumbled nuzzling Orlando's neck. "We've never really talked about this - role-playing. What pushes your buttons?" Viggo turned Orlando over, spooning their bodies together and pushing the dark curls out of the way to continue nibbling on the graceful arc of neck. Gripping Orlando's hip, he pulled him back so that his cock could slide easily into the wet and slippery cleft.

Orlando whimpered, pushing back against the hardness stroking his entrance and butting bluntly against the back of his balls. He could feel himself start to get hard again, his erection growing in spite of his body's protests. 'No… no more energy' - the words never passed his lips.

Reaching back he seized Viggo's ass, dragging him closer. "God… fuck… yes…"

"Talk to me, lover. Tell me your fantasies and I'll fuck you," Viggo coaxed in his lowest fuck-me rasp. Every syllable brushed along Orlando's nerves, making them dance with barely restrained desire.

Orlando panted, his words coming in short choppy phrases, "Oh please. Casting couch. You as the director. Me as the kid just out of drama school. Oh God… I'd do anything for a chance. I'd be your slut."

Viggo growled, biting hard at Orlando's shoulder. Pushing Orlando's top leg forward, he stroked his thumb over the pink stretched hole. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the leaking tip up and down, pushing against it but not past the outer muscle. "What else?"

"Oh fuck… teacher… boss… want you to have that power… to make me do what ever you want." Orlando squirmed shamelessly, trying to impale himself on Viggo's cock.

"How old were you when you started fantasizing about older men? Did you sit in class and picture yourself bringing your teacher off under his desk?" Viggo's words teased Orlando's senses, taking him just to the edge and then pulling him back by holding their bodies still.

"Oh fuck me… young. Way younger than any of them would have been interested."

"I doubt that," Viggo muttered under his breath.

"I had a friend that caught me wanking in the locker room. I was so embarrassed. He sunk to his knees between my legs and sucked me off. It was my first time. When I looked up, the coach was watching us."

Viggo groaned at the image of a young Orlando on a bench, braced back on his arms, experiencing his first blowjob. He could see it through the coach's eyes, feel the illicit throbbing in his own cock. God, it would be so tempting, seeing how much Orlando enjoyed it, to call him into your office and really teach him how a man can give pleasure. Viggo slammed his hips forward, slamming into Orlando's receptive body. "Oh fuck, Angel!"

Orlando arched back, blindly seeking Viggo's mouth. The kiss was short and messy, unable to sustain through the pounding Viggo wasn't able to hold back. Grabbing Orlando's cock, he stroked fast and hard. "So fucking close. Come with me."

Orlando screamed, his cock pulsing almost dry from the number of times he'd come, his ass gripping Viggo fiercely and forcing the older man's climax. "Fuck… oh fuck, baby…" Again and again, Viggo slid in and out of the smooth slippery channel, gasping with every aftershock that gripped Orlando's body and echoed through Viggo's.

The two men lay entwined, Viggo still buried in Orlando's body. "So are you going to call Vanessa?" Viggo asked when he found enough breath.

"As soon as I wake up…" Orlando murmured, already drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~

The next afternoon, Orlando bounced into the kitchen, humming tunelessly. Viggo raised a questioning eyebrow, marking the place in his journal and watching his lover cross the room to the fridge to grab a beer. "Well?"

Orlando took his time opening the bottle and tossing the cap in the trash. "Well what?" he smirked.

Viggo just stared at him silently. Orlando couldn't keep a secret for shit. All he had to do was wait.

"Oh bloody hell, can you never let me win? I talked to Vanessa today." Viggo nodded encouragingly and Orlando continued, "She says that Johnny is so far into Jack's headspace that we need to do pirates if we really want it to work for him."

Viggo considered his own time as Alatriste and nodded slowly. "I can see that. I know he played the dominant with Sean. I wonder how Captain Jack would react to being conquered?"

Orlando's eyebrows rose. "What are you thinking?"

"How much access do you and Johnny have to the sets?" Viggo asked speculatively.

"Pretty much free rein at this point. We've been using them to practice some - around the shooting schedule of course." Orlando watched Viggo, trying to read his lover's face.

"I think you and Johnny need to work late on another scene. Tomorrow night," Viggo announced.

"You gonna tell me what you have planned or am I just along for the ride?" Orlando asked.

"What do you want? I can tell you or it can be a surprise." Viggo knew he was providing a tough choice. Orlando couldn't wait worth a damn, but he loved surprises.

The younger actor shifted in his seat. "Fuck, Viggo, just tell me what I need to know. It's only one day. I can wait that long."

Viggo smiled. This was going to be fun. He quickly outlined what he needed from Orlando and the kind of scene he wanted Will and Jack to be 'rehearsing'. There really wasn't a perfect scene yet to be filmed, but Orlando decided he'd just play the 'get into character' card and ask Johnny to help him act something out for motivation. The stage set up as the Captain's cabin would be perfect, and they arranged a signal Viggo would use when he arrived.

Orlando bounced in his chair. Now all he had to do was manage to wait until tomorrow night.

~~~~~

Orlando had told Johnny early in the day what he wanted to do, so everything was arranged. Vanessa wasn't expecting him home and Gore knew they were using the set. Since Orlando had used the excuse of developing his character it made sense to stay in costume. He had replaced the colored water with real wine and hidden a bag Viggo had sent with him under the bunk. Everything was ready.

Jack and Will had a much closer relationship since Will had stood up for him, thwarted his hanging, and aided his escape. Orlando explained that he felt like it was becoming too equal… that he needed another lesson like Jack had taught him when they first captured the Interceptor. He needed to be put in his place and reminded that he was sailing under the command of a pirate.

After everyone had left, Will opened several more buttons on his cotton shirt and misted it with water from a spray bottle, making the cotton slightly sheer; his nipples hardening from the cold water was an unplanned plus. Joining Jack in the cabin, he started being bossy.

At first, Johnny just played along, role-playing with him, but Will kept pushing until he saw Jack snap into Johnny's eyes. The pirate pinned him effortlessly to the wall, his forearm braced across the front of Will's chest. "You are still a blacksmith playing at being a pirate," Jack sneered. "This is my ship and you will learn your place."

"You can't control me anymore, Jack. You don't have anything I want." Will struggled to break free, more to get Jack to connect with more of his body than out of any desire to actually get loose.

Jack threw his body against Will's effectively immobilizing him, one of his booted feet between the blacksmith's legs and his hip pinning the younger man's to the wall. "When you stepped aboard this ship, you swore your allegiance to its Captain. That'd be me. Which means you do as I say."

"The hell I do, Jack," Will spat, glaring into Jack's eyes. "*Your* allegiance shifts with the change of the wind. Why should *I* be any different?"

"Don't make me teach you a lesson, whelp!"

"You know nothing that I'd want to learn."

Jack growled, slinging Will to the floor, placing a boot in the middle of his chest and the tip of his sword at his throat. "You are about to learn the meaning of the word service."

Will swallowed hard, looking up at Jack and letting some fear show in his eyes. After holding the gaze for several seconds, he let his head fall backward in submission. "What am I to do?" he asked, grinding the words out between clenched teeth.

Jack slouched in a chair, leaning it back on two legs and propping his feet on the table. "Feed me my dinner," he ordered. Instead of resheathing his sword, he laid it casually across his lap.

Orlando heard the metallic clang of a bucket that told him Viggo had arrived. He needed to get out of the cabin.

Pouring a glass of wine obediently, he lowered his head and asked, "May I have permission to go to the galley to fetch the Captain's dinner?"

Jack looked at Will suspiciously, but since he had demanded to be fed there wasn't much he could do about it. "You have three minutes."

Orlando had no more than stepped out of Johnny's sight when he felt a blade pressed to his throat. Fucking character actors. He'd hoped for at least a kiss from his husband before having his life threatened.

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