A Pleasant Holliday?
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,895
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 19 - Aftermath
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 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 19 – Aftermath
James woke feeling tingly all over. The room was dark, there were stars in the darkness outside the windows; a single candle flickered on the table, casting barely enough dim light to verify its own existence. Under the blanket, one of his feet was still bound to the bed; his arms were still attached to the head of the bed as well. Other than the candle, and the windows, he could see nothing of the room, so he listened closely, trying to discern the varied sounds of the ship: The water lapping at the sides of the Pearl as it glided through on its way to who knows where, the wind blowing, the sails snapping taut, the gentle breathing in the chair on the other side of the table.
Breathing?
“Who’s there?” The breathing stopped. “Jack, is that you?”
Someone blew out the candle, got out of the chair, and walked over. The blanket was pulled off of his body, and his bound foot unfettered. A mere whisper broke the silence. “You won’t hurt me, will you?”
“Will?”
“Um hmm.”
James considered Will’s words, recalled what they referred to, and winced at the memory. “No. I do not feel any ill effects from the drug other than my skin feeling almost like it is vibrating.”
Will let out a deep breath. “Thank God.” He undid the straps that held James, but left the leather manacles attached to his wrists and stood there quietly.
James brought his arms to his sides, but otherwise did not move lest he scare the boy. “Will, I assure you that I am fine and you are completely safe. I remember earlier today, and feel quite ashamed of my behavior. I must apologize for the way I spoke to you. I would never wish you harmed in any way.”
Will moved in closer. “Thank you.” He crawled into the bed, cuddling next to James. “I was worried when I saw the bottle…I thought he gave all of it to the doctor…I would never have wanted it used on you.”
James curled around the boy. He stroked his hair, and then gently tipped the boy’s chin up till they were nose to nose, though he couldn’t see him. “I know. Don’t worry.” He kissed him lightly, as a mother would. “How is it that you can be a strong-willed pirate, able to be first mate on the Black Pearl, yet still be a tender innocent in the bed chamber? You are as much a mystery as Jack you know.” Will reached around him and hugged him close. James then remembered words wafting into his brain as he was drifting toward sleep earlier. “Will, has Jack used that oil on you?”
Will stiffened slightly. “Yes, James.”
“And?”
Will curled tightly into James. “It did to me what it did to you, but it lasted longer.”
“How much longer?”
“All night and all the next day besides.”
“Did Jack give you the medicine from the vial as well?”
Will was almost able to stifle the sob. “He couldn’t. I wasn’t bound as you were. Then I bound him.” His quiet sobs tore at James’ heart like a hurt child’s would have.
James held Will close, stroking his hair kissing him lightly, giving him comfort. “Where is the bottle now?”
“I threw it overboard. He’ll kill me when he finds out. Sometimes he WANTS me to be that way and now it can’t happen.”
“Don’t worry, Will. We’ll tell him that I threw it out. The effects of that oil make a man crave more. I pray that I never see another bottle of it as long as I live.” He tipped Will’s head up again. “You should never have gone through that ordeal. You are far too good and innocent for that.” He kissed him again, this time with passion.
Will relaxed against James, kissing him back, opening his mouth in invitation. James gently probed Will’s mouth with his tongue. Will moaned, scooting closer to James, who moved over to make room. James’ hand caressed Will’s hip, then moved around to Will’s rosebud opening and massaged it, carefully avoiding the stitches. His other hand made its way to Will’s head, tickling the back of his ear, all the while his lips and tongue lavishing feather light kisses all over Will’s face.
Will reached in and touched the inside of James’ arm, and James felt his body react as if he were about to climax. A shiver ran through him, and he clutched at Will, trying to force his body under his control. Will froze for only a heartbeat, then relaxed, allowing James to do all of the touching. “It’s all right. It goes away after a while.”
James resumed kissing Will, letting his tongue run down Will’s neck, lightly touching his neck with his lips continuing on his way to Will’s chest as he maintained the feather light massage to Will’s back entrance. Will moaned softly, wanting so much to touch James, but not daring to in fear that he would push James over the edge before he was ready.
Will rolled onto his back, moaning softly, and allowed James to worship his entire torso, the butterfly kisses and sweet tongue running all over his belly and thighs. James was close to the edge without any physical contact to his manhood. It was rock hard, begging for release; a drop of precum shining from the newly risen moon.
James moved his mouth gently down to Will’s swollen manhood and teased back the foreskin, laving the dripping head as if it were candy, and running his fingers up and down the shaft, tickling and massaging as he went. His other hand continued to tease Will’s begging rosebud, actually allowing just the tip of his finger to enter his heat, causing him to arch into James’ hand, trying to take more of the reluctant digit into his body. He groaned loudly, and James could tell how close he was by the way he mewled and moaned, and by the way his sac crinkled and contracted around his balls.
James quickened his pace, and as he felt Will’s member twitch in imminent completion, he suddenly took as much of Will into his mouth as possible, sending the head deep into his throat. Will came like a hot blizzard of spray into James’ throat, making him partially choke on its strength. James swallowed as fast as he could, removing the tip of his finger from Will’s back entrance.
Will lay there for a moment in the afterglow. James curled close, using Will’s shoulder as a pillow. He was so close to release, but he dared not have Will touch him because of the intense reaction his skin gave him when he was barely touched. He was actually reluctant to bring himself to completion for the same reason.
Will turned his head to look down at James in the moonlight and kissed the top of his head. “I hope you stay with us, James.’
James sighed to himself; more like a small sob. /So do I, Will. So do I./
Will sat up suddenly. James listened, and heard the voice of Jack Sparrow giving orders from right outside the cabin. Will fairly threw James to the center of the bed, then re-connected the manacles to the four corners of the bed as James watched, open-mouthed, but not doing anything about it. Will grabbed the blanket and threw it over James’ spread-eagled form, and barely landed in the chair on the other side of the table as the door opened and Jack walked in, lighting lamps as he went.
“Ah, Jamie! I see you’re awake! Excellent! Now we can play properly!”
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TBC
Short and sweet, but the demon shall return in the next chapter I promise!
A/N: I'm also working on three other new stories along with this and In the Arms of Morpheus, so please bear with me if it takes a few days between chapters. Oh, and did I mention I'm a full time student, full time mother, and have a full time job? sti still wondering how I'm fitting all 45 hours into a single day...
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 19 – Aftermath
James woke feeling tingly all over. The room was dark, there were stars in the darkness outside the windows; a single candle flickered on the table, casting barely enough dim light to verify its own existence. Under the blanket, one of his feet was still bound to the bed; his arms were still attached to the head of the bed as well. Other than the candle, and the windows, he could see nothing of the room, so he listened closely, trying to discern the varied sounds of the ship: The water lapping at the sides of the Pearl as it glided through on its way to who knows where, the wind blowing, the sails snapping taut, the gentle breathing in the chair on the other side of the table.
Breathing?
“Who’s there?” The breathing stopped. “Jack, is that you?”
Someone blew out the candle, got out of the chair, and walked over. The blanket was pulled off of his body, and his bound foot unfettered. A mere whisper broke the silence. “You won’t hurt me, will you?”
“Will?”
“Um hmm.”
James considered Will’s words, recalled what they referred to, and winced at the memory. “No. I do not feel any ill effects from the drug other than my skin feeling almost like it is vibrating.”
Will let out a deep breath. “Thank God.” He undid the straps that held James, but left the leather manacles attached to his wrists and stood there quietly.
James brought his arms to his sides, but otherwise did not move lest he scare the boy. “Will, I assure you that I am fine and you are completely safe. I remember earlier today, and feel quite ashamed of my behavior. I must apologize for the way I spoke to you. I would never wish you harmed in any way.”
Will moved in closer. “Thank you.” He crawled into the bed, cuddling next to James. “I was worried when I saw the bottle…I thought he gave all of it to the doctor…I would never have wanted it used on you.”
James curled around the boy. He stroked his hair, and then gently tipped the boy’s chin up till they were nose to nose, though he couldn’t see him. “I know. Don’t worry.” He kissed him lightly, as a mother would. “How is it that you can be a strong-willed pirate, able to be first mate on the Black Pearl, yet still be a tender innocent in the bed chamber? You are as much a mystery as Jack you know.” Will reached around him and hugged him close. James then remembered words wafting into his brain as he was drifting toward sleep earlier. “Will, has Jack used that oil on you?”
Will stiffened slightly. “Yes, James.”
“And?”
Will curled tightly into James. “It did to me what it did to you, but it lasted longer.”
“How much longer?”
“All night and all the next day besides.”
“Did Jack give you the medicine from the vial as well?”
Will was almost able to stifle the sob. “He couldn’t. I wasn’t bound as you were. Then I bound him.” His quiet sobs tore at James’ heart like a hurt child’s would have.
James held Will close, stroking his hair kissing him lightly, giving him comfort. “Where is the bottle now?”
“I threw it overboard. He’ll kill me when he finds out. Sometimes he WANTS me to be that way and now it can’t happen.”
“Don’t worry, Will. We’ll tell him that I threw it out. The effects of that oil make a man crave more. I pray that I never see another bottle of it as long as I live.” He tipped Will’s head up again. “You should never have gone through that ordeal. You are far too good and innocent for that.” He kissed him again, this time with passion.
Will relaxed against James, kissing him back, opening his mouth in invitation. James gently probed Will’s mouth with his tongue. Will moaned, scooting closer to James, who moved over to make room. James’ hand caressed Will’s hip, then moved around to Will’s rosebud opening and massaged it, carefully avoiding the stitches. His other hand made its way to Will’s head, tickling the back of his ear, all the while his lips and tongue lavishing feather light kisses all over Will’s face.
Will reached in and touched the inside of James’ arm, and James felt his body react as if he were about to climax. A shiver ran through him, and he clutched at Will, trying to force his body under his control. Will froze for only a heartbeat, then relaxed, allowing James to do all of the touching. “It’s all right. It goes away after a while.”
James resumed kissing Will, letting his tongue run down Will’s neck, lightly touching his neck with his lips continuing on his way to Will’s chest as he maintained the feather light massage to Will’s back entrance. Will moaned softly, wanting so much to touch James, but not daring to in fear that he would push James over the edge before he was ready.
Will rolled onto his back, moaning softly, and allowed James to worship his entire torso, the butterfly kisses and sweet tongue running all over his belly and thighs. James was close to the edge without any physical contact to his manhood. It was rock hard, begging for release; a drop of precum shining from the newly risen moon.
James moved his mouth gently down to Will’s swollen manhood and teased back the foreskin, laving the dripping head as if it were candy, and running his fingers up and down the shaft, tickling and massaging as he went. His other hand continued to tease Will’s begging rosebud, actually allowing just the tip of his finger to enter his heat, causing him to arch into James’ hand, trying to take more of the reluctant digit into his body. He groaned loudly, and James could tell how close he was by the way he mewled and moaned, and by the way his sac crinkled and contracted around his balls.
James quickened his pace, and as he felt Will’s member twitch in imminent completion, he suddenly took as much of Will into his mouth as possible, sending the head deep into his throat. Will came like a hot blizzard of spray into James’ throat, making him partially choke on its strength. James swallowed as fast as he could, removing the tip of his finger from Will’s back entrance.
Will lay there for a moment in the afterglow. James curled close, using Will’s shoulder as a pillow. He was so close to release, but he dared not have Will touch him because of the intense reaction his skin gave him when he was barely touched. He was actually reluctant to bring himself to completion for the same reason.
Will turned his head to look down at James in the moonlight and kissed the top of his head. “I hope you stay with us, James.’
James sighed to himself; more like a small sob. /So do I, Will. So do I./
Will sat up suddenly. James listened, and heard the voice of Jack Sparrow giving orders from right outside the cabin. Will fairly threw James to the center of the bed, then re-connected the manacles to the four corners of the bed as James watched, open-mouthed, but not doing anything about it. Will grabbed the blanket and threw it over James’ spread-eagled form, and barely landed in the chair on the other side of the table as the door opened and Jack walked in, lighting lamps as he went.
“Ah, Jamie! I see you’re awake! Excellent! Now we can play properly!”
* - * - *
TBC
Short and sweet, but the demon shall return in the next chapter I promise!
A/N: I'm also working on three other new stories along with this and In the Arms of Morpheus, so please bear with me if it takes a few days between chapters. Oh, and did I mention I'm a full time student, full time mother, and have a full time job? sti still wondering how I'm fitting all 45 hours into a single day...