Project Cup Of Sex

Cup #1: Westley, the Dread Pirate Roberts (Princess Bride) x Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Author: scheherezhad

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money, please don't sue.

Author's notes: Well, it's short and not so very smutty, but I finished the first Cup of Sex. For Trinity and April, and pirate lovers everywhere. (To those whose childhoods are being raped by the mere idea of this pairing: I'm very sorry. Please send complaints to the Box of Sex, c/o Too Bad So Sad Enterprises, 666 Suck It Up You Whiny Baby Road, ATU, Hell, 66666.)

Feedback: Yes, please. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

Upon waking, the first thing Will Turner was aware of was that his bed was not moving. The second thing he was aware of was that he was not being cuddled by one amorous and rum-scented Captain Jack Sparrow. Will opened his eyes and found that not only was he not being cuddled by one amorous and rum-scented Captain Jack Sparrow, he wasn't even on the Black Pearl.

He sat up and looked around at the blank white walls. There was nothing to give any clue as to where he was. The only thing there besides himself was...another man, dressed all in black.

Will leapt to his feet, instinctively reaching for his non-present sword. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"You may have heard of me, the legendary Dread Pirate Roberts," the man said grandly, then he added with a wink, "but you may call me Westley."

"Pirate?"

"Yes, pirate. Scoundrel, rapscallion, sea-faring knave."

Will took another look at Westley. He was nicely built, and handsome, even if Jack had given him a taste for swarthy, dark-haired men with lampblacked eyes.

"And might I ask what I should call such a strapping young lad as yourself?"

"I'm Will. Will Turner, also a pirate."

"Pleased to meet you, Will Turner also-a-pirate."

They looked one another over a bit before Will finally made the first move.

"I think we both know where this is going. Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the floor.

There was a brief flurry of clothing being shed, some rolling about, and a moment of heavy breathing. After that, it was all pant and grunt and thrust and oh, right there.

When they finished, Will stared up at the ceiling for a minute. "I do believe we're in a tea cup."

Westley rolled over and looked upward, as well. "I think you're right. How peculiar."

"Want to go again?"

Westley grinned and rolled on top of him. "As you wish."