A Pleasant Holliday?

A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Elizabeth/Anamaria (implied).
NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, see the mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention: / and * are used for thoughts. * is used for COMMODORE Norrington exclusively, and / is used for the softer James Norrington and for everyone else. Don’t ask…just read and you’ll understand.

Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble goddess of betadom!

Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.

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Chapter 10 – State of Undress, State of Chaos

Will kept gathering clothes as fast as he could. Jack picked up another candlestick and heaved it at him. Will ducked and turned, seeing it indent the wall as it bounced off. “Tha’ sorry example of a doctor says I’m not strong enough t’leave, and you AGREE with ‘im?! HA!” Will was pretty sure that Jack’s booming voice might not have been heard in Tortuga, but he couldn’t be certain. “Whelp, I’m as strong as I ever was and I know it!” Jack stood there, naked, with arms akimbo, his eyes afire.

Will swiftly finished gathering Jack’s clothes and ran for the door. A breakfast dish narrowly missed him. “An’ bring back me clothes immediately!”

He got through the door and dumped Jack’s clothing into the guard’s lap. “Quick! Take all of this to the Commodore’s office and tell him that we have a problem.”

“But sir…”

“Just DO IT!” He fairly picked up the soldier and shoved him in the right direction. The soldier ran, clutching the bundle of clothes. Will took a slow, deep breath and let it out again. “Well, there’s no use in postponing it.” He opened the door just in time for a pewter dish cover to hit him squarely in the head, knocking him cold.

A few moments later, when Norrington arrived, Will was just coming to, barely risen to his hands and knees with his head bent to the ground. The door to James’ quarters was partially open, and he could hear cursing and crashing coming from deep within. He decided to take the better part of valor for the moment and helped Will to his feet. “I take it that the doctor’s decision was met with less than hearty approval?”

“You might say that, Commodore. But I feel that Jack does have a point. Inasmuch as the item that knocked me senseless was thrown from the bedroom after a good half hour’s temper tantrum, you can hardly say that there is any weakness left in him.” He looked at him, eye to eye. “Commodore, why are you keeping him here?” He eyed James closely, waiting for an answer.

James reached over, closed the door, and led Will down the hall in case Jack tried to listen in. “It is honestly only for another two days. Tomorrow he shall show me his fighting style, and by the morning after, I shall have the book copied. Also, I hate to admit this, but I have gotten very comfortable with the evening play, if you will, and although I have agreed to let him go, I shall miss both of you. I merely want the chance to have this happiness for a mere two days more. Is that too much to ask?”

“Now, not when you put it that way, James. But why not just tell him that instead of letting him destroy your quarters?”

“Call it embarrassment. Call it arrogance if you wish. But I beg you not to tell him. If I have to replace everything that I own, so be it. But give me your word that you won’t tell him.”

“All right, James. But could you at least give me a weapon with which to defend myself? I’m afraid that he’ll knock me cold, steal my clothes and run for the Pearl. It’s a good thing that you took all your clothes to your office this morning.”

“I anticipated some displeasure on his part of the news, but believed that you could handle him.” James thought about it for a moment, then grinned. Will could almost see Jack in that grin. He didn’t like it. “I have a thought, young Turner. You decide which you would rather do. I can have the guard bring up some shackles to chain him to the bed, or you can go into the parlor, strip and pass your clothes out to me so that he cannot break out wearing your clothes.” An almost embarrassed look crept into his face. “My word, wouldn’t this make a fine sight back in London!”

Will frowned. “Well I surely will not be telling it.” He shrugged. “All right, James. Wait for me outside the door while I get you my clothes. Jack is NOT going to be happy. In fact, when you come home tonight, you might wish to decide which of those two choices YOU prefer.”

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It had taken four hours to accomplish, but finally Jack sat resignedly on the couch, reading, while Will cleaned up what he could of James’ quarters. He put the broken items (including one of the only two chairs in the room and Norrington’s beautiful half-height, gilded vanity mirror) in a corner. When he had finished, he sat on the unbroken chair and watched Jack read, while absently rubbing his forehead where the plate cover had hit him.

Jack looked up from his book, grinned, and patted the spot next to him on the couch. “C’mere, love. I’m sorry. I’m just gettin’ a mite crazy from bein’ indoors for so long. Can ye forgive an old pirate fer actin’ stupid? I’ve only been allowed one glass o’rum a day, and ye KNOW what that does t’me.” He gave Will his best “lost puppy” impersonation, which had Will laughing so hard that he fell out of the chair.

“Jack, keep that look for people who don’t know you.” He made his way over to Jack and curled up with his head on Jack’s leg. “And I’ll see what I can do about more rum.” He closed his eyes, contented with being close to his lover.

Jack put his hand on Will’s forehead, and felt the lump that the dish cover had caused. “Will, did I do that love?” Will nodded almost imperceptively. Jack looked like he’d shot his mother. There were tears in his deep brown eyes. “Well damn me right to Hell, Will. Ye know I’d never harm ye a purpose, boy. I love ye.” He bent over and kissed the lump, trying to will it away. It refused to go down, so Jack started lightly kissing the younger man all over his head, barely touching his lips to the areas as he went.

When he reached Will’s eyes, he kissed them gently, letting his tongue slip out and touch the lids one at a time. Will let a light moan escape him. Jack continued to kiss Will’s face, sneaking a taste here and there. When he got to Will’s lower lip, he sucked it slightly into his mouth, licking and nibbling gently. Will reached up and brought their faces even closer together. He opened his mouth and let his tongue snake out, tasting the pirate’s mustache and tickling his nose.

Jack mewled softly, opening his mouth. Will’s tongue darted in and started playing with his teeth and his tongue; tasting every part of his mouth. Jack brought his hands to Will’s ears and started touching them gently, brushing his fingers along the outsides and gently pinching the lobes, fondling them. He brought his lips down to Jack’s chin, grabbing one of the beads in Jack’s beard between his lips and tugging gently. Jack smiled gently and kissed Will on the eye. Will proceeded down, suckling Jack’s Adam’s apple. Jack swallowed, and Will sighed, sucking harder, leaving his love mark on Jack’s throat. He moved his head lower, brushing his lips and tongue across the dark skin of the pirate’s chest. He stopped to lightly kiss every scar on his way to his captain’s erect, brown nipple.

Jack leaned back, stretching and adoring every touch that Will gave him. Jack watched as will suckled his nipple like a babe to his mother, working his arms around Jack’s back and hugging him to keep purchase on the hard nub. Jack smiled gently, seeing Will as a miracle in his life. The boy was a complete enigma. He fought boldly and took no sorrow in killing when it was necessary, yet in Jack’s bedchamber he was gentle and loving. /He looks to me as a father figure./ The lad was dashing, self determined and self confident, yet when he was alone with Jack, he was still shy in many ways, when the bloody whelp wasn’t doing something stupid like stealing his clothes. Jack chuckled at that one. Will looked up, questioningly, and Jack smiled, stroking Will’s curly hair back behind his ear and playing with it. Will closed his eyes and sighed at Jack’s nipple.

Jack bent over Will’s head and kissed him. He would kill to keep the boy innocent. He knew that Will was a grown man. That he’d killed before and would kill again; he was first mate of a pirate ship after all. But there was a sense of purity about the boy that shone almost as a light surrounding him. It drew Jack to him as a moth to flame, and he would not allow that flame to dim or sputter.

Will brought his tongue into play on the nipple he was suckling. He let it brush across the tip, then around it. His mouth moved off of the nipple, letting his tongue do all of the work. He moved his hand down Jack’s body, letting it brush over Jack’s half erect manhood noticing for what must be the millionth time how different it was from anyone else’s that he’d seen, for Jack’s penis lacked a foreskin. When he had asked him about it, Jack had mumbled something about a Jewess who had taken care of him for a while as a child, but further questions were deflected or ignored. He tickled the base of the glans as he passed on to his target. He cupped Jack’s sac in his hand, holding it tenderly, his thumb brushing against it, petting it. He dipped his head lower, leaving a trail of feather light kisses in his wake. Jack was captivatedly watching him, his eyes dreamily half closed.

Will continued, pausing at his navel to impart kisses and soft brushes with his tongue. He heard Jack moan softly, and noticed his beautiful member was coming alive, growing and hardening for him. He chastely kissed the tip of it, pure love filling his soul. He loved Jack Sparrow more than life itself. He was not “loyal” to him. Loyalty was not a strong enough word for what Will thought toward Jack. Love was closer, but still didn’t explain it. He didn’t have the words for his feelings toward Jack. He didn’t believe there WERE words because the feelings were too strong.

He kissed the entire length of Jack’s manhood as it grew to full erection before him. His thumb continued it’s slow petting of Jack’s sac, and suddenly took his length into his mouth, sending it to the back of his mouth and down his throat.

Jack howled in passion as his member was engulfed in wet heat, Will’s throat muscles working to try to swallow him. He instinctively grabbed at Will’s head, but Will wouldn’t move.

Will kept his head completely still, his throat muscles and tongue doing all the work. He couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He held that position until his lungs were about to explode, then slid his head up enough that he could breathe through his nose while he gently teased Jack’s cock with his tongue. His hand started to massage Jack’s sac, then drifted lower to that beautiful rosebud opening that he loved to play with. He ran his fingers around it, occasionally touching the hole but not entering.

Jack was going wild. “Please whelp! I need you! I want to feel yer beautiful long fingers inside me lad!” His back arched, his head flung back with a sharp jingle of coinage.

Will smiled and stood up. “Be right back. I forgot something.” He walked into the bedroom.

Jack was not amused. “Ye leave me like this to walk away because ye FORGOT something?! What could you have forgotten, boy, an extra tongue?!”

Will returned with one hand behind his back. “It’s a surprise.” He returned to his position on the couch, keeping whatever was in his hand secret. He took Jack’s manhood back into his mouth, positioning his free hand behind Jack’s knee and stroking the depression there.

Jack moaned as the soft tickling fed his almost irrepressible passion. He could feel himself starting to well up towards the crest. “Will…” His eyes closed.

Will stopped before the older man could cum, blowing softly at his manhood so that he wouldn’t open his eyes. He moved his hidden hand to the other, opening a small bottle, then pouring just a couple of drops on his thumb. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together to spread it around, then applied it gingerly to Jack’s glans, careful not to get any on the rest of the length. Then he wiped the rest of the fluid off of his fingers onto the couch’s material before it could affect him, and closed the bottle, dropping it under the couch.

After a couple of moments, Jack’s eyes opened wide. His breathing was fast and hard. He could feel rage and lust coursing through his veins. /The whelp did this to me!/ He looked at Will, who was watching him, his eyes twinkling. “Lad, before it takes hold of me completely, run. Leave me be and RUN! I know what ye’ve done, but why did ye do it?!”

“Because I want you and I’m not leaving. I want you to take me and take me hard. I want you to dominate me so completely that I beg for you to stop to no avail. I want to truly feel your frenzy and your lust. You’re too gentle with me sometimes. His eyes dropped, but he was ready for the drug to take effect in case he had to move fast.

The rushing in Jack’s ears was loud enough to drown out the last part of what Will said. He started to feel invincible. His manhood was screaming at him. It was strong enough that he felt he could break the Pearl’s mizzenmast with it. He fingered the tip of it. Strong. Hard. Ready and Willing. /Hmm…Willing…Will./ He looked at Will. He leaped, grabbing both of his arms and pinning them behind his back as he pushed him down onto his stomach on the floor, his head hitting hard enough for sparks to explode in his brain. Will was not fighting. Jack’s legs dug between Wills, pushing them apart, laying bare the beckoning target of his desire. He moved up and thrust his member deep within Will, taking him hard and fast, not caring whether he hurt him or not, nor if Will was enjoying it.

Will could barely move, his arms pinned behind him. His head felt like he ad been hit by a mallet. It was a difficult to breathe due to the weight on his back pressing against his arms and chest. He could feel Jack open him up for the first thrust, and he relaxed his muscles, waiting to be impaled by Jack’s length. As it drove hard into him, he didn’t move, allowing Jack to plunge is hardness into him and fill him completely.

Jack plunged faster, slamming his shaft to the hilt on every thrust. After just a few minutes of hammering himself into Will, his balls began to ache with his lust, and he gave his cock a mighty thrust, delving deep into Will, violently spewing fort his seed. He rested for just a moment on top of Will, his manhood still hard and deep within the boy.

After a minute of being crushed by the pirate, Will tried to move his arms. The strength of the man holding him was still vice-like though, and his mind was starting to dim through lack of air. “Jack…”

Jack held him tight and moved his mouth close to Will’s ear. “Ye want it rough, whelp? I’ll give it to ye rough! If ye live through this, we’ll see if ye can ever forget that ye belong t’me. You live by my pleasure, boy, and today ye may die by it!” He bit Will’s ear hard, making it bleed.

Will started to fight hard to get his arms free before the darkness could take him. He pushed hard with his head and knees into the carpet, throwing Jack off of him. He dashed into the bedroom and bolted the door barely in time for the pirate’s first assault on it. By the way that the door hinges moved at the first strike, he knew he had mere seconds before Jack would break through the door and probably kill him. Jack had described to him once long ago what the drug could do if too much was used, but Will never believed that it was really as strong as Jack had made it sound. The door shuddered again, and he could hear Jack growling like a wild animal on the other side, words beyond his present mental capacity.

Will desperately looked around the room for a weapon. His eyes landed on the broken chair leg. He picked it up and stood next to the door behind the hinge area, waiting. The door crashed in, breaking the hinges and flying toward the latch. As Jack entered the room, Will swung as hard as he could, actually breaking the chair leg over Jack’s head. However, instead of being knocked out like a reasonable person, Jack turned toward Will, his head bleeding, hit him in the wrist sending the chair leg to the floor, and took him by the throat, squeezing hard, pinning him to the wall. Will tried to fight one-handed, his right hand numb from the hit he’d received. Jack’s other hand rose and hit him hard, opening his lip from the force. As the darkness finally took him, he muttered, “I love you, Jack...”

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TBC

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