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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
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Adult ++
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26
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Chapter 12 - Book, Ties, and Tease
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.
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Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 12 – Book, Ties, and Tease
James felt a hand on each shoulder. He brought a hand to one of his shoulders and patted the hand that was there. “The lad finally fell asleep, James.” The pirate walked around him and sat against the desk. The kohl around his eyes was gone, hair and beard completely unbraided, hair and face washed, and his eyes red.
James looked at his hair. “Why did you take out your trinkets?”
“They kept wakin’ the whelp. I’ll put them back before I go.”
“Jack, what was the oil SUPPOSED to do, and why did you bring it?”
Jack looked toward the bedroom door. “When ye use it properly, tha’ oil can loose a man’s inhibitions completely and keep his manhood goin’ for hours. But he doesn’t lose his mind. As much as I must ha’e got can turn a man into a raging bull.” He looked at James. “I hurt my Will, James. I killed him.” He looked down at his own hands.
James looked at him intently. “In what way did you kill him? You said he was asleep.”
“His innocence, James. My treasure. I killed that inside him. He’s always been such a gentle lad in the bedchamber.”
That calmed James. “Jack, when Will first woke afterward, his first concern was you, not any pain he was feeling. While they re-arranged my quarters, his eyes never left you, and Jack, they were filled with love so strong that I have never seen before. Not between man and woman, not between men. I don’t think you killed his gentleness or his innocence. I just think that maybe he won’t try to drug you in the bedchamber again. Now, why did you bring that oil?”
The pirate smiled bitterly. “I thought that maybe we could all have a right nice party the night before we left.”
“I see.”
“I’d changed me mind after it arrived though. I was just goin’ to bring it back wi’ me back to the Pearl and not bother usin’ it.” The pirate smiled gently at James, touching his chin. “None of us seem t’need it.” He turned around to look at what Norrington was doing when he came out. “Now, what have you been up to?”
There were two books on the desk: Norrington’s poetry book, which was closed, and another book that was open. James’ strong handwriting filled one of the open pages. “I was just finishing up the copy of the book I promised you.”
“Tha’ doesn’t look like any of the poems in tha’ other book.”
“No, I wrote this poem for you.”
Jack tried to grab the book. “Le’s see then?”
James plucked it away. “No. I’m not finished. You’ll see it when I give it to you.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed, his smile turning into a grin. “It’s not nice to try to keep a pirate from treasure, James. Those who try tend to get plundered more heavily than if they’d let the pirate have the trinket they’d wanted in the first place. Hand it over.”
“No. I may be finished in the morning. You’ll see it then.”
Jack reached over and tried to grab the book. James easily outreached him, holding it out to his side. Jack tried to go around, and James just stood up and lifted it above his head, again out of the pirate’s reach. Jack jumped at it a couple of times to no avail. By now, both men were grinning. No matter what Jack tried, James kept the book just out of reach. Then Jack suddenly stepped back, stood very still, and seemed to study James.
After a moment, he seemed to reach a decision. He calmly walked up to James, not even reaching UP, but reaching DOWN to the Commodore’s breeches, and deftly opened them. James decided not to move, smiling. He lowered James’ breeches gently over his hips, bending over as he did, and took his manhood between his hands, massaging it and blowing on it, but not fully stroking.
“You are not getting the book tonight.”
“You just keep holdin’ that book, love. Wi’ both hands fer all I care. Pirates take their plunder as it presents itself, and yer presenting a plunder I’ve been wantin’ for hours now.” Jack moved to his knees. He took the Commodore’s member in his mouth, letting it move around, then licking barely under the foreskin.
James let a small moan escape. He looked around for a place to put the book, and tossed it gently onto the top of his bookcase. Then he looked down at the pirate.
Jack’s hands had moved. One of them held James’ hips, the other held his sac, tickling the back of it with fingers that seemed to have their own agenda. His mouth completely engulfed James’ manhood, which was only now starting to come alive. As it grew, Jack’s mouth pulled back a bit, keeping as much of James in his mouth as he could and still breathe as he moved his tongue and mouth around the swelling organ.
James gently grasped the pirate by the head, holding him to his groin. A light hiss escaped, followed by a low moan. “Jack, perhaps the couch?”
Jack looked up at him, his member still held in Jack’s mouth. “Hmm?” He quickly looked at the couch, back at James, then at the desk chair and back at James. He slipped the cock out of his mouth. “Not the couch. Get undressed. I’ll be right back.” He moved, catlike and silent, into the bedroom.
When he returned, James was just finishing, having dropped his clothes onto the coffee table. Jack had brought the curtain ties back with him. “Sit on the chair.” James complied, sitting straight. “Let’s have your hands behind you.” He tied James’ hands together, then to the back of the chair, then tied his feet to the rear chair legs, his legs spread wide, his manhood beckoning. Jack grinned. “Perfect, love.”
James looked at him intently. “And now what, Captain?”
Jack winked. “And now, I go back to plunderin’, COMMODORE.” He knelt before James and took his manhood between his hands and started to massage it. James hissed. “Not good enough, commodore?” He held the organ at the base, and dipped his head onto it, engulfing the head completely, letting his tongue move across the glans, sucking hard. James leaned forward reflexively. Jack allowed his hands to move across the hard member, tickling up and down the vein, down the line of James’ sac and back up again.
James moaned loudly, his balls on fire. Jack moved one hand to the back of the chair, resting one finger just above the rosebud he found there. “James, d’ye have any oil?”
“It should be in the desk.” James looked anguished as Jack moved to the desk.
“Nothin’, love.” He slipped into the bedroom, returning with his head scarf. He walked back over, bundled the sash into a ball and wedged it into Norrington’s mouth. Then he removed the sash at his waist and tied it tightly around Norrington’s head, holding the impromptu gag in. “Don’t want ye screamin, love. I’ll be back with the oil quick as a wink.”
Norrington’s eyes got wide, and he began shaking his head and trying to say something to no avail. Jack smiled sweetly and walked quietly into the bedroom.
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TBC
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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 BetaGoddess!
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 12 – Book, Ties, and Tease
James felt a hand on each shoulder. He brought a hand to one of his shoulders and patted the hand that was there. “The lad finally fell asleep, James.” The pirate walked around him and sat against the desk. The kohl around his eyes was gone, hair and beard completely unbraided, hair and face washed, and his eyes red.
James looked at his hair. “Why did you take out your trinkets?”
“They kept wakin’ the whelp. I’ll put them back before I go.”
“Jack, what was the oil SUPPOSED to do, and why did you bring it?”
Jack looked toward the bedroom door. “When ye use it properly, tha’ oil can loose a man’s inhibitions completely and keep his manhood goin’ for hours. But he doesn’t lose his mind. As much as I must ha’e got can turn a man into a raging bull.” He looked at James. “I hurt my Will, James. I killed him.” He looked down at his own hands.
James looked at him intently. “In what way did you kill him? You said he was asleep.”
“His innocence, James. My treasure. I killed that inside him. He’s always been such a gentle lad in the bedchamber.”
That calmed James. “Jack, when Will first woke afterward, his first concern was you, not any pain he was feeling. While they re-arranged my quarters, his eyes never left you, and Jack, they were filled with love so strong that I have never seen before. Not between man and woman, not between men. I don’t think you killed his gentleness or his innocence. I just think that maybe he won’t try to drug you in the bedchamber again. Now, why did you bring that oil?”
The pirate smiled bitterly. “I thought that maybe we could all have a right nice party the night before we left.”
“I see.”
“I’d changed me mind after it arrived though. I was just goin’ to bring it back wi’ me back to the Pearl and not bother usin’ it.” The pirate smiled gently at James, touching his chin. “None of us seem t’need it.” He turned around to look at what Norrington was doing when he came out. “Now, what have you been up to?”
There were two books on the desk: Norrington’s poetry book, which was closed, and another book that was open. James’ strong handwriting filled one of the open pages. “I was just finishing up the copy of the book I promised you.”
“Tha’ doesn’t look like any of the poems in tha’ other book.”
“No, I wrote this poem for you.”
Jack tried to grab the book. “Le’s see then?”
James plucked it away. “No. I’m not finished. You’ll see it when I give it to you.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed, his smile turning into a grin. “It’s not nice to try to keep a pirate from treasure, James. Those who try tend to get plundered more heavily than if they’d let the pirate have the trinket they’d wanted in the first place. Hand it over.”
“No. I may be finished in the morning. You’ll see it then.”
Jack reached over and tried to grab the book. James easily outreached him, holding it out to his side. Jack tried to go around, and James just stood up and lifted it above his head, again out of the pirate’s reach. Jack jumped at it a couple of times to no avail. By now, both men were grinning. No matter what Jack tried, James kept the book just out of reach. Then Jack suddenly stepped back, stood very still, and seemed to study James.
After a moment, he seemed to reach a decision. He calmly walked up to James, not even reaching UP, but reaching DOWN to the Commodore’s breeches, and deftly opened them. James decided not to move, smiling. He lowered James’ breeches gently over his hips, bending over as he did, and took his manhood between his hands, massaging it and blowing on it, but not fully stroking.
“You are not getting the book tonight.”
“You just keep holdin’ that book, love. Wi’ both hands fer all I care. Pirates take their plunder as it presents itself, and yer presenting a plunder I’ve been wantin’ for hours now.” Jack moved to his knees. He took the Commodore’s member in his mouth, letting it move around, then licking barely under the foreskin.
James let a small moan escape. He looked around for a place to put the book, and tossed it gently onto the top of his bookcase. Then he looked down at the pirate.
Jack’s hands had moved. One of them held James’ hips, the other held his sac, tickling the back of it with fingers that seemed to have their own agenda. His mouth completely engulfed James’ manhood, which was only now starting to come alive. As it grew, Jack’s mouth pulled back a bit, keeping as much of James in his mouth as he could and still breathe as he moved his tongue and mouth around the swelling organ.
James gently grasped the pirate by the head, holding him to his groin. A light hiss escaped, followed by a low moan. “Jack, perhaps the couch?”
Jack looked up at him, his member still held in Jack’s mouth. “Hmm?” He quickly looked at the couch, back at James, then at the desk chair and back at James. He slipped the cock out of his mouth. “Not the couch. Get undressed. I’ll be right back.” He moved, catlike and silent, into the bedroom.
When he returned, James was just finishing, having dropped his clothes onto the coffee table. Jack had brought the curtain ties back with him. “Sit on the chair.” James complied, sitting straight. “Let’s have your hands behind you.” He tied James’ hands together, then to the back of the chair, then tied his feet to the rear chair legs, his legs spread wide, his manhood beckoning. Jack grinned. “Perfect, love.”
James looked at him intently. “And now what, Captain?”
Jack winked. “And now, I go back to plunderin’, COMMODORE.” He knelt before James and took his manhood between his hands and started to massage it. James hissed. “Not good enough, commodore?” He held the organ at the base, and dipped his head onto it, engulfing the head completely, letting his tongue move across the glans, sucking hard. James leaned forward reflexively. Jack allowed his hands to move across the hard member, tickling up and down the vein, down the line of James’ sac and back up again.
James moaned loudly, his balls on fire. Jack moved one hand to the back of the chair, resting one finger just above the rosebud he found there. “James, d’ye have any oil?”
“It should be in the desk.” James looked anguished as Jack moved to the desk.
“Nothin’, love.” He slipped into the bedroom, returning with his head scarf. He walked back over, bundled the sash into a ball and wedged it into Norrington’s mouth. Then he removed the sash at his waist and tied it tightly around Norrington’s head, holding the impromptu gag in. “Don’t want ye screamin, love. I’ll be back with the oil quick as a wink.”
Norrington’s eyes got wide, and he began shaking his head and trying to say something to no avail. Jack smiled sweetly and walked quietly into the bedroom.
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TBC
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