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Preventing A Mutiny
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,689
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1
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Currently Reading:
0
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Preventing A Mutiny
Title: Preventing A Mutiny
Written By: danglingdingle and mamazano
Characters/Pairing: Admiral Norrington/Davy Jones, Norrington/Beckett implied. Mercer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Disney's characters. We merely gave them some rum and told them to tell us their favourite memories. We get not a dime out of taking notes.
A/N: 450 words taking place during AWE
Notable mentions: Tentacles, voyerism
Preventing A Mutiny
Mercer found the peephole by accident. Knocking against the outer wall to the Captain's cabin of the Flying Dutchman, he'd loosened an ugly barnacle looking protubrance, leaving a shilling size hole in the wall.
Peering in out of curiosity, he was surprised to see Davy Jones and the Admiral engaging in serious negotiations. The hole in the wall afforded Mercer an excellent view of the cabin beyond, and the Admiral kneeling, his naked figure almost shining in its whiteness against the grayish-green skin of the Captain.
Jones held Norrington still by his chin, the claw digging into his flesh as his hold tightened with the Admiral opening his throat to be fucked deeper. The tentacles on Jones' face seemed not to be the only ones, as Mercer noticed smaller, tendril-like protrusions caressing Norrington's face. Mercer smiled as he watched… Norrington, that pompous ass was getting it good, taking it like a good boy. Taking it all.
Jones could be heard over the whimpering. "This is just the beginning, Admiral. Co-operation is only bought for a price."
The slender tentacles wrapped around Norrington’s head, Jones’ claw letting go and sliding down the Admiral’s spine, the movement sending his disfigured cock deeper, preventing James from breathing. Jones watched keenly as the tip of his claw disappeared between the round globes of James’ arse, moaning at what Mercer interpreted as protest emanating from Norrington’s chest.
Scratching a red line along the pale back, Jones withdrew, allowing James to take a breath before he thrust back again. “A deep price. What are you willing to pay, James Norrington?”
Norrington opened his eyes, reluctantly letting his mouthful out, and rasped, “Anything.”
“Louder.” Jones demanded, as the sleek tendrils played on James‘ wet lips.
“Anything. Anything you want,” the Admiral replied keenly, eagerly tonguing a slender tentacle.
Jones laughed briefly. “I am more than inclined to take you up on that offer.”
Thrusting his swollen cock back into the Admiral’s consenting mouth and finding a satisfying pace, Jones fucked his throat harshly.
At the sight of James’ hand grabbing his own cock, Mercer eased his fingers around his as he watched the two men.
Jones abruptly withdrew, causing a small whimper to escape Norrington’s lips. A cunning look passed over the monster’s face as he stared directly at the peephole.
“One for the Company now, Admiral?”
Norrington nodded, turning around obediently as if he’d done this before. Bending down so his face was on the floor, he offered his fleshy white buttocks for Jones.
Mercer made a quiet tutting sound.
Lord Beckett would not be pleased to hear this. His pets being used in such a fashion. His lordship did not like to share his toys.
*****
Written By: danglingdingle and mamazano
Characters/Pairing: Admiral Norrington/Davy Jones, Norrington/Beckett implied. Mercer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Disney's characters. We merely gave them some rum and told them to tell us their favourite memories. We get not a dime out of taking notes.
A/N: 450 words taking place during AWE
Notable mentions: Tentacles, voyerism
Preventing A Mutiny
Mercer found the peephole by accident. Knocking against the outer wall to the Captain's cabin of the Flying Dutchman, he'd loosened an ugly barnacle looking protubrance, leaving a shilling size hole in the wall.
Peering in out of curiosity, he was surprised to see Davy Jones and the Admiral engaging in serious negotiations. The hole in the wall afforded Mercer an excellent view of the cabin beyond, and the Admiral kneeling, his naked figure almost shining in its whiteness against the grayish-green skin of the Captain.
Jones held Norrington still by his chin, the claw digging into his flesh as his hold tightened with the Admiral opening his throat to be fucked deeper. The tentacles on Jones' face seemed not to be the only ones, as Mercer noticed smaller, tendril-like protrusions caressing Norrington's face. Mercer smiled as he watched… Norrington, that pompous ass was getting it good, taking it like a good boy. Taking it all.
Jones could be heard over the whimpering. "This is just the beginning, Admiral. Co-operation is only bought for a price."
The slender tentacles wrapped around Norrington’s head, Jones’ claw letting go and sliding down the Admiral’s spine, the movement sending his disfigured cock deeper, preventing James from breathing. Jones watched keenly as the tip of his claw disappeared between the round globes of James’ arse, moaning at what Mercer interpreted as protest emanating from Norrington’s chest.
Scratching a red line along the pale back, Jones withdrew, allowing James to take a breath before he thrust back again. “A deep price. What are you willing to pay, James Norrington?”
Norrington opened his eyes, reluctantly letting his mouthful out, and rasped, “Anything.”
“Louder.” Jones demanded, as the sleek tendrils played on James‘ wet lips.
“Anything. Anything you want,” the Admiral replied keenly, eagerly tonguing a slender tentacle.
Jones laughed briefly. “I am more than inclined to take you up on that offer.”
Thrusting his swollen cock back into the Admiral’s consenting mouth and finding a satisfying pace, Jones fucked his throat harshly.
At the sight of James’ hand grabbing his own cock, Mercer eased his fingers around his as he watched the two men.
Jones abruptly withdrew, causing a small whimper to escape Norrington’s lips. A cunning look passed over the monster’s face as he stared directly at the peephole.
“One for the Company now, Admiral?”
Norrington nodded, turning around obediently as if he’d done this before. Bending down so his face was on the floor, he offered his fleshy white buttocks for Jones.
Mercer made a quiet tutting sound.
Lord Beckett would not be pleased to hear this. His pets being used in such a fashion. His lordship did not like to share his toys.
*****