In the Arms of Morpheus (Book 1) - The Depp Files
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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4
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5,929
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51
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Part 1 - Bump
In the Arms of Morpheus, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Johnny, Will/Johnny, Jack/Will/Johnny. NC-17
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse and the Man. Story, mine, but I make no money. They do, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. # is used for speech in French.
Summary. Filming is finished, Johnny Depp is home but can't sleep. He misses a certain pirate. FPS/RPS, Rape, Lemon, Slash.
Archive: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=18234
NOTE: I’m a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! This is just a little ficlet that came to me while reading an interview where he mentioned that he missed Jack Sparrow. I couldn’t help it. Please read and review.
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Part 1 – Bump
Sleep usually came hard to Johnny after wrapping up a movie, but never so hard as this time. Of course, there were CERTAIN movies that actually made him sleep better afterwards. Gilbert was definitely one person he'd never miss. He missed Edward, but this time it wasn't the same. Leaving Jack behind when he went home to France was taking its toll on him. It had been two weeks of insomnia so far, and he didn’t think it would be over very soon. He rolled over and kissed Vanessa on the nose, saying "Sorry, Van. Can't sleep. I'm gonna get some work done."
Vanessa rolled over with a mumbled "Mmm hmm…"
He turned on the reading light on his side of the bed, put his glasses on, picked up his latest copy of The Libertine script and started reading, staying as still as he could so that his darling Vanessa could sleep.
He read for a while, stifled a yawn, and went on reading. In only a few more minutes, the writing on the page was blurry. He put the script down with his glasses, and scooted down into the bed.
Bump.
Johnny sat up. Nothing. He yawned and lay down again.
Bump.
/What the hell?/
Bump. Crash!
Johnny quickly reached over to his nightstand, unlocked and opened the drawer and pulled out a gun. He got out of bed and put on his robe, tying it in the front. If Lily Rose was trying to get some water, he didn't want to give her a show.
He tiptoed out of the bedroom and checked the kids' rooms. Both were still fast asleep. /Good. No accidents then./ He clicked the safety off of the gun and headed downstairs.
Bump. "Blast!"
Johnny could tell that the intruder was in the kitchen from the angle of the noise.
Bump. Crash!
/Jeez. What an idiot!/ He carefully went around the stairs and down the short hall to the breakfast nook just off of the kitchen.
Bump. "Ah! I knew it was here somewhere!"
Johnny realized that the angle of the voice put the burglar right next to the bar. He trained his gun in that direction and turned on the light.
One look at the intruder, and Johnny swore. "Look. Imitation may be a form of compliment, but what the hell are you doing in my house in that getup in the middle of the night?"
The man at the bar looked at him. He was wearing a leather tricorn hat, dreadlocks and beard with beads and trinkets, and all the other clothing and accouterments that belonged to Jack Sparrow. "You look familiar."
"Yeah, yeah. Sneaking around a film shoot and stealing costumes is illegal...I recognize those stains. And stealing lines is worse. Now get your ass out of my house before I call the cops."
"You speak riddles, mate. I don't steal 'lines.' I pilfer gold, I abscond with silks, I make off with rum…" He looked at the bottle in his hand. "I drink other people’s…Grand Marnier?" He looked at Johnny. "Wha's Grand Marnier?"
"Burnt orange brandy." He leveled the gun at the intruder again. "Take the damned bottle and get out of my house."
The man proceeded to sashay toward Johnny. "I'll take the bottle, but I'm not leavin', savvy? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, and I don't take orders from men in wench’s clothing."
"Wench’s clothing? This is a robe, fuckmook. And you're not 'Captain Jack Sparrow.' He doesn't exist except in a film." /And in my head./
"Well I don't take orders from...” He bowed. “...men in ROBES, either." He took a step toward Johnny.
Johnny aimed at the bottle and fired, shattering it. "The next one hits home." He drew a bead at Jack's chest for emphasis.
Before Johnny could think, Jack leaped. The pirate knocked the gun away, pulled his own pistol and, clubbing Johnny over the head, knocked him senseless.
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Johnny awoke to a throbbing headache. He tried to raise his hand to his temple, but found that he couldn't. Realizing what had happened, his eyes popped open. He was tied naked to a chaise lounge outside on the patio, and that idiot stalker sitting next to him holding his robe, watching him intently.
"What do you want? I've got money. You want money? Booze? What?"
"I want you." Jack dropped the robe to the ground.
"Sicko."
"Better I should want your bonny lass, then?"
"No. Better you should want to leave me and my family alone before I kill you."
"I think not, mate. It's you or your bonny lass, and since I've got you all to meself already, I think I'll choose you."
"Who are you…really?"
" I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, love, and I KNOW you missed me. Well, here I am."
"You read too many magazines."
"No, love. It's really me. Read a magazine, is it? I didn't know ye could read one. I thought ye loaded from magazine to cannon and fired."
Johnny rolled his eyes.
"Do that again, love. I think it looks right sweet."
"Jesus you're a pervert!"
"Pirate."
"Whatever. All right. Let's just get this over with so that you can get the hell out of here and leave me alone."
Jack leaned close to Johnny's face and looked at him intently. "You look like me, mate."
"Go fuck yourself."
"No, love. I’m leaving that to you."
Johnny closed his eyes, not wanting to believe that this bastard was actually going to rape him. At that point, he felt the man's dreadlocks come into contact with his bare skin, the pirate's mouth kissing his throat. Jack's hand fell to Johnny's nipple, teasing it with his thumb. Johnny tried to think of anything else to try to get him through this. /Oh man! I'm going to need some serious therapy after this./
The pirate moved his mouth up to Johnny's chin. "Ye taste good, love. Relax and you'll enjoy it. No doubt even more than I will." He suckled on Johnny's chin, then moved his tongue up his jaw line to his cheek. He moved to his ear and nibbled on the actor's earlobe.
Johnny's body was responding without his help. He didn't want it to respond. /Christ! I'm being raped for god's sake!/ His nipples were definitely getting hard, and it wasn't because of the temperature. He could feel his cock starting to react as well, his sac starting to tighten in excitement. He couldn't believe that his body would betray him like that. /I'm not gay! What the hell is going on?/ He thrashed in the chaise lounge, trying to free himself to no avail.
Jack continued his circuit of Johnny's face. When he got to Johnny's Adam's apple, he stopped, and sucked hard, bruising the skin. His hand wandered south, brushing against the actor's belly on its way to Johnny's manhood. He grasped it gently, pumping it with his hand to make it completely hard despite the thrashing. He moved his head down and took Johnny's member in his mouth. Johnny's eyes snapped open. He looked down to see the pirate sucking him off, Jack’s hands wandering around his thighs.
"Please let me go…" Johnny moaned loudly as Jack swallowed him completely and pulled back till just the tip was in his mouth. Jack swallowed him again, continuing to swallow a few times with Johnny's cock down his throat, then pulled back again. Johnny's hips thrust up to meet his mouth the next time. "Oh my god!"
The pirate sucked hard on the crown, moving his hand up and down along Johnny's throbbing member. Johnny could feel himself starting to peak. "Oh god NOOOOO!" He screamed into the night, his organ spilling its hot liquid into the pirate's mouth. Jack kept swallowing until Johnny was completely finished, his post-orgasmic twitches stopped.
Jack smiled, licking his lips. "Johnny. I know you missed me. You called me. I missed you too, so here I am. And I'll be here any time you want me again, love. Now go back to your bonnie lass and get some sleep."
With that, the pirate slipped out a dagger, cut the bonds around Johnny's hands with one quick stroke, and silently disappeared into the darkness of the back yard.
After he got himself untied, Johnny put his robe on, his head still swimming. /I'm going nuts./ He went inside and locked the door, then headed back upstairs. He took a nice, long, hot shower and dried himself quickly, then went to bed. He fell asleep immediately.
* - * - *
Johnny woke to Vanessa kissing him on the forehead. #Did you finally get some sleep?#
"Yeah. Finally." He didn't want to tell her. He didn't really believe it himself. He suddenly noticed that his sheets were a bit sticky near his groin. He looked down, lifting the covers. "Funny…that hasn't happened in years." /Good. It was a dream. A wet one, maybe, but just a dream. Thank god!/
Vanessa looked, giggling softly. "#It’s nothing. It happens to all men. I'll do the laundry today.#
"Yeah. I guess. I'm going to go get cleaned up." He walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. He got a washcloth and started cleaning up. Then he looked in the mirror and saw it. There was a deep red bruise on his Adam's apple.
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Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Johnny, Will/Johnny, Jack/Will/Johnny. NC-17
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse and the Man. Story, mine, but I make no money. They do, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. # is used for speech in French.
Summary. Filming is finished, Johnny Depp is home but can't sleep. He misses a certain pirate. FPS/RPS, Rape, Lemon, Slash.
Archive: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=18234
NOTE: I’m a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! This is just a little ficlet that came to me while reading an interview where he mentioned that he missed Jack Sparrow. I couldn’t help it. Please read and review.
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Part 1 – Bump
Sleep usually came hard to Johnny after wrapping up a movie, but never so hard as this time. Of course, there were CERTAIN movies that actually made him sleep better afterwards. Gilbert was definitely one person he'd never miss. He missed Edward, but this time it wasn't the same. Leaving Jack behind when he went home to France was taking its toll on him. It had been two weeks of insomnia so far, and he didn’t think it would be over very soon. He rolled over and kissed Vanessa on the nose, saying "Sorry, Van. Can't sleep. I'm gonna get some work done."
Vanessa rolled over with a mumbled "Mmm hmm…"
He turned on the reading light on his side of the bed, put his glasses on, picked up his latest copy of The Libertine script and started reading, staying as still as he could so that his darling Vanessa could sleep.
He read for a while, stifled a yawn, and went on reading. In only a few more minutes, the writing on the page was blurry. He put the script down with his glasses, and scooted down into the bed.
Bump.
Johnny sat up. Nothing. He yawned and lay down again.
Bump.
/What the hell?/
Bump. Crash!
Johnny quickly reached over to his nightstand, unlocked and opened the drawer and pulled out a gun. He got out of bed and put on his robe, tying it in the front. If Lily Rose was trying to get some water, he didn't want to give her a show.
He tiptoed out of the bedroom and checked the kids' rooms. Both were still fast asleep. /Good. No accidents then./ He clicked the safety off of the gun and headed downstairs.
Bump. "Blast!"
Johnny could tell that the intruder was in the kitchen from the angle of the noise.
Bump. Crash!
/Jeez. What an idiot!/ He carefully went around the stairs and down the short hall to the breakfast nook just off of the kitchen.
Bump. "Ah! I knew it was here somewhere!"
Johnny realized that the angle of the voice put the burglar right next to the bar. He trained his gun in that direction and turned on the light.
One look at the intruder, and Johnny swore. "Look. Imitation may be a form of compliment, but what the hell are you doing in my house in that getup in the middle of the night?"
The man at the bar looked at him. He was wearing a leather tricorn hat, dreadlocks and beard with beads and trinkets, and all the other clothing and accouterments that belonged to Jack Sparrow. "You look familiar."
"Yeah, yeah. Sneaking around a film shoot and stealing costumes is illegal...I recognize those stains. And stealing lines is worse. Now get your ass out of my house before I call the cops."
"You speak riddles, mate. I don't steal 'lines.' I pilfer gold, I abscond with silks, I make off with rum…" He looked at the bottle in his hand. "I drink other people’s…Grand Marnier?" He looked at Johnny. "Wha's Grand Marnier?"
"Burnt orange brandy." He leveled the gun at the intruder again. "Take the damned bottle and get out of my house."
The man proceeded to sashay toward Johnny. "I'll take the bottle, but I'm not leavin', savvy? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, and I don't take orders from men in wench’s clothing."
"Wench’s clothing? This is a robe, fuckmook. And you're not 'Captain Jack Sparrow.' He doesn't exist except in a film." /And in my head./
"Well I don't take orders from...” He bowed. “...men in ROBES, either." He took a step toward Johnny.
Johnny aimed at the bottle and fired, shattering it. "The next one hits home." He drew a bead at Jack's chest for emphasis.
Before Johnny could think, Jack leaped. The pirate knocked the gun away, pulled his own pistol and, clubbing Johnny over the head, knocked him senseless.
* - * - *
Johnny awoke to a throbbing headache. He tried to raise his hand to his temple, but found that he couldn't. Realizing what had happened, his eyes popped open. He was tied naked to a chaise lounge outside on the patio, and that idiot stalker sitting next to him holding his robe, watching him intently.
"What do you want? I've got money. You want money? Booze? What?"
"I want you." Jack dropped the robe to the ground.
"Sicko."
"Better I should want your bonny lass, then?"
"No. Better you should want to leave me and my family alone before I kill you."
"I think not, mate. It's you or your bonny lass, and since I've got you all to meself already, I think I'll choose you."
"Who are you…really?"
" I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, love, and I KNOW you missed me. Well, here I am."
"You read too many magazines."
"No, love. It's really me. Read a magazine, is it? I didn't know ye could read one. I thought ye loaded from magazine to cannon and fired."
Johnny rolled his eyes.
"Do that again, love. I think it looks right sweet."
"Jesus you're a pervert!"
"Pirate."
"Whatever. All right. Let's just get this over with so that you can get the hell out of here and leave me alone."
Jack leaned close to Johnny's face and looked at him intently. "You look like me, mate."
"Go fuck yourself."
"No, love. I’m leaving that to you."
Johnny closed his eyes, not wanting to believe that this bastard was actually going to rape him. At that point, he felt the man's dreadlocks come into contact with his bare skin, the pirate's mouth kissing his throat. Jack's hand fell to Johnny's nipple, teasing it with his thumb. Johnny tried to think of anything else to try to get him through this. /Oh man! I'm going to need some serious therapy after this./
The pirate moved his mouth up to Johnny's chin. "Ye taste good, love. Relax and you'll enjoy it. No doubt even more than I will." He suckled on Johnny's chin, then moved his tongue up his jaw line to his cheek. He moved to his ear and nibbled on the actor's earlobe.
Johnny's body was responding without his help. He didn't want it to respond. /Christ! I'm being raped for god's sake!/ His nipples were definitely getting hard, and it wasn't because of the temperature. He could feel his cock starting to react as well, his sac starting to tighten in excitement. He couldn't believe that his body would betray him like that. /I'm not gay! What the hell is going on?/ He thrashed in the chaise lounge, trying to free himself to no avail.
Jack continued his circuit of Johnny's face. When he got to Johnny's Adam's apple, he stopped, and sucked hard, bruising the skin. His hand wandered south, brushing against the actor's belly on its way to Johnny's manhood. He grasped it gently, pumping it with his hand to make it completely hard despite the thrashing. He moved his head down and took Johnny's member in his mouth. Johnny's eyes snapped open. He looked down to see the pirate sucking him off, Jack’s hands wandering around his thighs.
"Please let me go…" Johnny moaned loudly as Jack swallowed him completely and pulled back till just the tip was in his mouth. Jack swallowed him again, continuing to swallow a few times with Johnny's cock down his throat, then pulled back again. Johnny's hips thrust up to meet his mouth the next time. "Oh my god!"
The pirate sucked hard on the crown, moving his hand up and down along Johnny's throbbing member. Johnny could feel himself starting to peak. "Oh god NOOOOO!" He screamed into the night, his organ spilling its hot liquid into the pirate's mouth. Jack kept swallowing until Johnny was completely finished, his post-orgasmic twitches stopped.
Jack smiled, licking his lips. "Johnny. I know you missed me. You called me. I missed you too, so here I am. And I'll be here any time you want me again, love. Now go back to your bonnie lass and get some sleep."
With that, the pirate slipped out a dagger, cut the bonds around Johnny's hands with one quick stroke, and silently disappeared into the darkness of the back yard.
After he got himself untied, Johnny put his robe on, his head still swimming. /I'm going nuts./ He went inside and locked the door, then headed back upstairs. He took a nice, long, hot shower and dried himself quickly, then went to bed. He fell asleep immediately.
* - * - *
Johnny woke to Vanessa kissing him on the forehead. #Did you finally get some sleep?#
"Yeah. Finally." He didn't want to tell her. He didn't really believe it himself. He suddenly noticed that his sheets were a bit sticky near his groin. He looked down, lifting the covers. "Funny…that hasn't happened in years." /Good. It was a dream. A wet one, maybe, but just a dream. Thank god!/
Vanessa looked, giggling softly. "#It’s nothing. It happens to all men. I'll do the laundry today.#
"Yeah. I guess. I'm going to go get cleaned up." He walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. He got a washcloth and started cleaning up. Then he looked in the mirror and saw it. There was a deep red bruise on his Adam's apple.
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