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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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61
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Chapter 24 - Breakfast
A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Jack/Gillette, 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: The fantastic, perfect, and particularly modest Pendragginink. Thank you so much!!!
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Anywhere else…just let me know the URL.
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
A/N: We’ve been had here in Vegas. A couple took us for the rent money so we’ve been on the street for over a week waiting for my son’s paycheck to get a new place. The ferrets are at the pound, though thankfully it’s a “low-kill” shelter (only animals who are sick or dying get gassed, so ours are safe), so the only danger is that they’ll be adopted out before we can get them all back. I’ve got Carlton out (my favorite), and he’s at our storage unit (air conditioned). I can’t even look for a job, as I don’t have a phone (temp agencies won’t even look at you without one). As I type this, it’s Friday, May 7th, 2004, and I’m at the MGM Grand hotel waiting to get in to see a new TV program. I’ve been writing this and my other stories from the car, from casinos, the AdventureDome, etc., and I’ve found a plug in order to type them in over at Television City in the MGM. So...now that you know what we’ve been going through since the 30th, maybe you’ll hit the REVIEW button to make me feel better. Remember, I want your HONEST opinion of the story...good, bad or ugly, I love the reviews!
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Chapter 24 – Breakfast
Jack woke feeling much better the next morning. The whistle in his lungs had decreased to almost nothing. Again, he found Captain Gillette watching him as he opened his eyes. “You’re good, mate. Not many people can sneak up on ol’ Jack.”
Gillette smiled. “I’ve been here for over an hour. You were sleeping quite peacefully.” He took Jack’s bound wrists, lifted them over his head and attached them to a hook in the headboard.
Jack grinned broadly. “I don’t suppose ye use the hook for the same purposes we do on the Pearl, eh?”
“If you mean, to keep slaves from running away, that can be one of many reasons for the hook.” He worked to untie Jack’s breeches and pulled them off, dropping them on the floor.
Jack raised an eyebrow, smirking as Gillette undressed and climbed into the bed next to him. “Mate.” Jack’s voice dropped an octave to purr, “you don’t need to tie me up unless it gives you pleasure to do it.” He shifted his weight toward Gillette, slipping his wrists out of their bonds and fondling one of Gillette’s nipples with one hand. Gillette squeaked as his manhood flew to attention. Jack was delighted. “You like that, don’t you Johnny? See? You don’t have to tie me up to have your wicked way with me.” He kissed Jonathan’s throat, lingering there, nipping and suckling till he made a mark. “Now, what do you have under that wig?” He took the wig off with his other hand and threw it onto Jonathan’s clothes. Damp, red ringlets clung to Jonathan’s head. “Read hair! I LOVE red hair! And curly, too! I’ve got a place just waitin’ for you on the Pearl, luv...all for you!” He looked lower, gently taking the Naval Captain’s manhood in his hand and massaging it to new heights. “And ye match!” His eyes glittered with glee. He ducked his head down to take the stiff member into his mouth.
Gillette moaned. “You’re an enigma, Jack Sparrow. You are the...aaaaah...worst of pirates....aaah...yet...aaaah...ooooh!” He took Jack’s head and pressed down, holding Jack in place on his organ.
Jack took the entire member into his mouth and down his throat. He pulled it deep and licked the top of Jonathan’s sac.
Gillette couldn’t handle it. He screamed Jack’s name and started spilling his seed uncontrollably into Jack’s throat.
Jack smiled as he swallowed as quickly as he could. /Hmm...lime and salt. Very nice!/
When Jonathan finished cumming, Jack rolled him onto his back, landing between his legs, which were drawn up and over Jack’s shoulders, as Jack lifted Jonathan’s hips.
Jack grinned. “I take it Jamie took you like this.” Gillette nodded. “Well, I’m not built quite the same as Jamie...he’s quite a man.” He looked around the room, searching. “Oil?”
Gillette pointed to the drawer in the bed-side table. Jack reached across him, stretching to rummage in the drawer; he retrieved a small bottle and dropped down next to Jonathan, starting a coughing fit as he landed on his back. “Well, Johnny. You’ve just been promoted. You tumble me and we’ll be square.” He coughed uncontrollably, finally stopping when Gillette raised him with an arm behind his shoulders, packing pillows behind Jack to prop him up.
“No, I’d thought you were strong enough, but I was wrong. I don’t want to kill you, just yet anyway. You rest. I’ll make it up to you later.” He climbed out of bed. “So how did you release your wrists from the rope?”
“Pirate.”
“Not good enough.”
Jack grinned. “In India, from a man called a yogi. Taught me many things, actually.”
“I see. Well, it’s time for your breakfast. I’ll go fetch it.” He dressed quickly, making sure his wig was on straight and left.
Jack swung his feet around slowly, eased himself off the bed and stood up without coughing. /Well, THAT worked./ He discovered that if he moved slowly and rested every once in a while, he could walk. /Excellent!/ He walked to the foot of the bed and opened the chest that he found there. /Jamie’s rather boring at sea. My sea chest is much more interesting./ He picked up the dress uniform that he found and held the jacket up to himself. /Fairly decent fit if I do say so myself./ He tried it on. /Well, Jamie IS a bit taller and broader than me./ He picked up an undergarment. /Nah./ He tossed it back into the chest, and grabbed a pair of tailored breeches. /Kind of high brow...but I deserve it./ He brought them back to the bed, pulled them on and stood up.
The oversized breeches slipped over his hips and fell to the floor just as Captain Gillette entered, carrying a tankard. “Jack! You must stay out of the Commodore’s personal belongings or I shall have to put you in the brig where you belong.” He walked over as Jack took off the jacket and sat on the bed. Gillette put the tankard on the side table and helped him pull the breeches over his feet, then put the clothes away neatly as Jack climbed back into the bed and grabbed the tankard, frowning as he sniffed the contents.
/Broth again./ “Mate, I don’t know how your marines can live on this stuff, but I need more than broth to survive.”
Gillette closed the chest. “The doctor has limited you to broth and gruel for now. Would you prefer gruel, perhaps?”
Jack made a face. “I suppose gruel would be a step toward good Navy food, eh?” He drank the broth in a single draught. “So, Johnny, are we close then? I can’t key the ship’s bearing in here, but the angle of the larboard tack tells me the wind is in our favor.”
“Yes, in fact the helmsman has just informed me that we are indeed at the bearings you gave me. Where shall we go from here?”
“Well, we were headin’ t’St. Kitts, but since the current would take them to Santo Domingo in half the time, I don’t doubt that the Pearl is rowing with the flow to Santo Domingo for a refit.”
“And what were you going to be doing in St. Kitts?”
“Visiting a friend.”
“Oh? I wasn’t aware that you had any friends on St. Kitts. In fact, isn’t that where you were when the Commodore purchased you?”
“You have to rub that in, don’t you, mate? However, indeed it is. And those are the very friends I want to visit. There’s a tavern there with a couple of people who are supplementing the slave trade by abducting freemen and selling them to the slavers.”
“And you know this how?”
“It’s simple, mate. I don’t get knocked out by the little bit o’ rum that I had that night, yet, three drinks and I’m on me arse. Out like a babe, woke up in the yard. I wasn’t the only freeman from that bar to wake up there. One was even a British soldier. A marine by the name of Colin Billings. I’m planning that they can’t do it again.”
“Well, since what they are doing is against the King’s law, I shall have them tried and hanged for their crimes. All you need to do is identify them.”
Jack looked at him with contempt. “No, luv. You don’t understand. People get out of going to the gallows all the time. Bribery, so-called ‘fines,’ or just plain escapin’ like I did. Your ‘King’s Justice’ is too hard on some, yet too lenient on those wot deserve hangin’. No, Johnny. They’re all mine. And believe me, they can’t bribe their way free with me.”
“But then you’ll hang for murdering them.”
“Not if you don’t catch me, mate. And even if you put me in the brig till ye find Jamie, I have every confidence he’ll order me released. So, luv, are ye going to arrest me or let me eradicate your slaver problem for ye?”
Gillette pondered what the pirate said. It was true that, if a man heading to the gallows came up with an exorbitant fine, they were set free. It was also true that, depending on the criminal’s station in life, it was possible to be hanged for such petty crimes as not being able to pay for dinner. He also knew his duty, and this silver-tongued devil.../Yes, he DOES have a silver tongue, doesn’t he?/ He sighed. “All right, Jack. We’ll wait till we get the Commodore back and let him make the decision.”
Jack pressed his hands together in thanks. “I’ll thank you for it properly as soon as we’re under way.” He smiled seductively.
“Jack, I know that you’ve only seduced me in order to stay out of the brig. You have no interest in me.”
“Not true, luv. Jamie thought you were very special, and I was curious at first. He’s right. You ARE special, and I don’t look to stop the seducing. I mean to keep you, Jonathan Gillette, and as a pirate, I’ll find a way to do it.”
“I shall never leave the Commodore.”
“I see.” Jack smiled. /That being the case, luv, I’d be quick to see about packing your sea chest./ He snuggled down under the sheet to take a nap.
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TBC
A/N: So what are Will JameJames up to? What is Gillette REALLY up to? Hell, what is Jack up to? You want some answers? Then hit thVIEWVIEW button and let me know how I'm doing! I've gone through so much in so little time that I'm feeling VERY lonely...I'm out for over a week and had like ONE review between THIRTEEN stories. Maybe I should just quit, eh? Let me know by hitting the REVIEW button or I WILL.
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Jack/Gillette, 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: The fantastic, perfect, and particularly modest Pendragginink. Thank you so much!!!
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Anywhere else…just let me know the URL.
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
A/N: We’ve been had here in Vegas. A couple took us for the rent money so we’ve been on the street for over a week waiting for my son’s paycheck to get a new place. The ferrets are at the pound, though thankfully it’s a “low-kill” shelter (only animals who are sick or dying get gassed, so ours are safe), so the only danger is that they’ll be adopted out before we can get them all back. I’ve got Carlton out (my favorite), and he’s at our storage unit (air conditioned). I can’t even look for a job, as I don’t have a phone (temp agencies won’t even look at you without one). As I type this, it’s Friday, May 7th, 2004, and I’m at the MGM Grand hotel waiting to get in to see a new TV program. I’ve been writing this and my other stories from the car, from casinos, the AdventureDome, etc., and I’ve found a plug in order to type them in over at Television City in the MGM. So...now that you know what we’ve been going through since the 30th, maybe you’ll hit the REVIEW button to make me feel better. Remember, I want your HONEST opinion of the story...good, bad or ugly, I love the reviews!
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Chapter 24 – Breakfast
Jack woke feeling much better the next morning. The whistle in his lungs had decreased to almost nothing. Again, he found Captain Gillette watching him as he opened his eyes. “You’re good, mate. Not many people can sneak up on ol’ Jack.”
Gillette smiled. “I’ve been here for over an hour. You were sleeping quite peacefully.” He took Jack’s bound wrists, lifted them over his head and attached them to a hook in the headboard.
Jack grinned broadly. “I don’t suppose ye use the hook for the same purposes we do on the Pearl, eh?”
“If you mean, to keep slaves from running away, that can be one of many reasons for the hook.” He worked to untie Jack’s breeches and pulled them off, dropping them on the floor.
Jack raised an eyebrow, smirking as Gillette undressed and climbed into the bed next to him. “Mate.” Jack’s voice dropped an octave to purr, “you don’t need to tie me up unless it gives you pleasure to do it.” He shifted his weight toward Gillette, slipping his wrists out of their bonds and fondling one of Gillette’s nipples with one hand. Gillette squeaked as his manhood flew to attention. Jack was delighted. “You like that, don’t you Johnny? See? You don’t have to tie me up to have your wicked way with me.” He kissed Jonathan’s throat, lingering there, nipping and suckling till he made a mark. “Now, what do you have under that wig?” He took the wig off with his other hand and threw it onto Jonathan’s clothes. Damp, red ringlets clung to Jonathan’s head. “Read hair! I LOVE red hair! And curly, too! I’ve got a place just waitin’ for you on the Pearl, luv...all for you!” He looked lower, gently taking the Naval Captain’s manhood in his hand and massaging it to new heights. “And ye match!” His eyes glittered with glee. He ducked his head down to take the stiff member into his mouth.
Gillette moaned. “You’re an enigma, Jack Sparrow. You are the...aaaaah...worst of pirates....aaah...yet...aaaah...ooooh!” He took Jack’s head and pressed down, holding Jack in place on his organ.
Jack took the entire member into his mouth and down his throat. He pulled it deep and licked the top of Jonathan’s sac.
Gillette couldn’t handle it. He screamed Jack’s name and started spilling his seed uncontrollably into Jack’s throat.
Jack smiled as he swallowed as quickly as he could. /Hmm...lime and salt. Very nice!/
When Jonathan finished cumming, Jack rolled him onto his back, landing between his legs, which were drawn up and over Jack’s shoulders, as Jack lifted Jonathan’s hips.
Jack grinned. “I take it Jamie took you like this.” Gillette nodded. “Well, I’m not built quite the same as Jamie...he’s quite a man.” He looked around the room, searching. “Oil?”
Gillette pointed to the drawer in the bed-side table. Jack reached across him, stretching to rummage in the drawer; he retrieved a small bottle and dropped down next to Jonathan, starting a coughing fit as he landed on his back. “Well, Johnny. You’ve just been promoted. You tumble me and we’ll be square.” He coughed uncontrollably, finally stopping when Gillette raised him with an arm behind his shoulders, packing pillows behind Jack to prop him up.
“No, I’d thought you were strong enough, but I was wrong. I don’t want to kill you, just yet anyway. You rest. I’ll make it up to you later.” He climbed out of bed. “So how did you release your wrists from the rope?”
“Pirate.”
“Not good enough.”
Jack grinned. “In India, from a man called a yogi. Taught me many things, actually.”
“I see. Well, it’s time for your breakfast. I’ll go fetch it.” He dressed quickly, making sure his wig was on straight and left.
Jack swung his feet around slowly, eased himself off the bed and stood up without coughing. /Well, THAT worked./ He discovered that if he moved slowly and rested every once in a while, he could walk. /Excellent!/ He walked to the foot of the bed and opened the chest that he found there. /Jamie’s rather boring at sea. My sea chest is much more interesting./ He picked up the dress uniform that he found and held the jacket up to himself. /Fairly decent fit if I do say so myself./ He tried it on. /Well, Jamie IS a bit taller and broader than me./ He picked up an undergarment. /Nah./ He tossed it back into the chest, and grabbed a pair of tailored breeches. /Kind of high brow...but I deserve it./ He brought them back to the bed, pulled them on and stood up.
The oversized breeches slipped over his hips and fell to the floor just as Captain Gillette entered, carrying a tankard. “Jack! You must stay out of the Commodore’s personal belongings or I shall have to put you in the brig where you belong.” He walked over as Jack took off the jacket and sat on the bed. Gillette put the tankard on the side table and helped him pull the breeches over his feet, then put the clothes away neatly as Jack climbed back into the bed and grabbed the tankard, frowning as he sniffed the contents.
/Broth again./ “Mate, I don’t know how your marines can live on this stuff, but I need more than broth to survive.”
Gillette closed the chest. “The doctor has limited you to broth and gruel for now. Would you prefer gruel, perhaps?”
Jack made a face. “I suppose gruel would be a step toward good Navy food, eh?” He drank the broth in a single draught. “So, Johnny, are we close then? I can’t key the ship’s bearing in here, but the angle of the larboard tack tells me the wind is in our favor.”
“Yes, in fact the helmsman has just informed me that we are indeed at the bearings you gave me. Where shall we go from here?”
“Well, we were headin’ t’St. Kitts, but since the current would take them to Santo Domingo in half the time, I don’t doubt that the Pearl is rowing with the flow to Santo Domingo for a refit.”
“And what were you going to be doing in St. Kitts?”
“Visiting a friend.”
“Oh? I wasn’t aware that you had any friends on St. Kitts. In fact, isn’t that where you were when the Commodore purchased you?”
“You have to rub that in, don’t you, mate? However, indeed it is. And those are the very friends I want to visit. There’s a tavern there with a couple of people who are supplementing the slave trade by abducting freemen and selling them to the slavers.”
“And you know this how?”
“It’s simple, mate. I don’t get knocked out by the little bit o’ rum that I had that night, yet, three drinks and I’m on me arse. Out like a babe, woke up in the yard. I wasn’t the only freeman from that bar to wake up there. One was even a British soldier. A marine by the name of Colin Billings. I’m planning that they can’t do it again.”
“Well, since what they are doing is against the King’s law, I shall have them tried and hanged for their crimes. All you need to do is identify them.”
Jack looked at him with contempt. “No, luv. You don’t understand. People get out of going to the gallows all the time. Bribery, so-called ‘fines,’ or just plain escapin’ like I did. Your ‘King’s Justice’ is too hard on some, yet too lenient on those wot deserve hangin’. No, Johnny. They’re all mine. And believe me, they can’t bribe their way free with me.”
“But then you’ll hang for murdering them.”
“Not if you don’t catch me, mate. And even if you put me in the brig till ye find Jamie, I have every confidence he’ll order me released. So, luv, are ye going to arrest me or let me eradicate your slaver problem for ye?”
Gillette pondered what the pirate said. It was true that, if a man heading to the gallows came up with an exorbitant fine, they were set free. It was also true that, depending on the criminal’s station in life, it was possible to be hanged for such petty crimes as not being able to pay for dinner. He also knew his duty, and this silver-tongued devil.../Yes, he DOES have a silver tongue, doesn’t he?/ He sighed. “All right, Jack. We’ll wait till we get the Commodore back and let him make the decision.”
Jack pressed his hands together in thanks. “I’ll thank you for it properly as soon as we’re under way.” He smiled seductively.
“Jack, I know that you’ve only seduced me in order to stay out of the brig. You have no interest in me.”
“Not true, luv. Jamie thought you were very special, and I was curious at first. He’s right. You ARE special, and I don’t look to stop the seducing. I mean to keep you, Jonathan Gillette, and as a pirate, I’ll find a way to do it.”
“I shall never leave the Commodore.”
“I see.” Jack smiled. /That being the case, luv, I’d be quick to see about packing your sea chest./ He snuggled down under the sheet to take a nap.
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TBC
A/N: So what are Will JameJames up to? What is Gillette REALLY up to? Hell, what is Jack up to? You want some answers? Then hit thVIEWVIEW button and let me know how I'm doing! I've gone through so much in so little time that I'm feeling VERY lonely...I'm out for over a week and had like ONE review between THIRTEEN stories. Maybe I should just quit, eh? Let me know by hitting the REVIEW button or I WILL.