A Pleasant Holliday?

A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
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!!!

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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.

A/N: Well, we’ve gone through a lot here in Las Vegas, but we’re finally MOSTLY settled in. I’ve got a job that may go permanent, and my son has an interview tomorrow. So all is well...though we’re in a motel, which means I can only go online at certain times of the day, as in 11pm to 7am...and I’m waking up at 3am so that I can have an hour online. Now...could I PLEASE get you to hit that REVIEW button and tell me how I’m doing now? I’m afraid I might be rusty on this one, so it’s rather important that I hear from as many people as possible to let me know. So hit that REVIEW button and give me hell!

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Chapter 25 – Lunch

It was actually lunchtime when Gillette returned, this time with a large hunk of bread along with a tankard of broth. “I thought you would rather have the broth with this as a sup.”

Jack’s eyes glittered as if a king’s feast were put before him. “Right ye are, luv!” He took the bread and tankard eagerly, dipped the bread into it, soaking it thoroughly. He sucked on the bread sensuously, drawing out the juice, savoring it all the while watching Gillette with heavily lidded eyes. As he finished the last bite of the bread, he upturned the tankard into his mouth. A few drops dribbled onto his chest, and Gillette stepped in and licked it off. His mouth lingered, licking and nipping as he took the tankard from Jack, absently setting it on the side table.

Gillette reached for Jack, held him, both arms around the pirate’s waist as his mouth moved lower, plunging the tip of his tongue into Jack’s navel; he pulled the sheet off and stepped back to gaze at the sight of him. The man was a golden god. He looked like one, from the front anyway. Gillette knew that his back was fairly ruined by the beatings he’d received from the slavers. Though his kohl was gone, black, bird’s eyes regarded him gravely through thick lashes. His hair was already below his ears, curling about his neck, flying wild and free without its usual braids and scarf, and Jonathan had an urge to frolic in it. Jack’s nose having never been broken, ran straight and perfect down the center of his face. His lips were exquisite, sculptured, rarely showing his true mood, and his mustache and beard had returned, a thin beard line ran from upper jaw down leading to a neat and trim goatee. His neck was thin and long for a man; it pained Gillette to think that they might have ruined it by hanging him. His shoulders were strong and chiseled, as were his arms, though the scar from what must have been a near fatal case of blood poisoning stretched in shocking relief down the veins of his lower left arm, and his sparrow tattoo and pirate’s brand offset the perfection of his right. The pistol shot marks on his chest only enhanced Gillette’s lust for him. The pirate’s belly had a thin line of raven black fur leading the way to a thick forest of black curls surrounding his manhood, which rose erect and firm from its center. His member was strong, standing a proud eight inches long, a healthy, dark pink color at the head, but sporting no foreskin whatsoever. /No foreskin?/ “Jack, you appear to be built somewhat differently than most men.”

“Yes, I know. When I was born, my parents had a Jewess as my governess.”

“Jack, a governess?”

“Yes, luv. I haven’t been a pirate my whole life, y’know. My father was quite well off when I was a wee lad. I had a governess till I was three. That was when he sent me off to England for a proper education. When I was seven, They decided I was untrainable and sent me back. That was when the ship that I was on was attacked by the Black Pearl. I joined the crew, and the rest is history.”

Gillette was still dubious. “I know of no aristocracy named ‘Sparrow.’”

“O’course not. I didn’t want them to find out who I was, so I changed my name on the spot.”

The naval captain let it go. He took Jack’s manhood in one hand and trailed one finger around its beautiful, round head. “Jack, you are beautiful.”

Jack frowned. “I don’t rightly like that term in regards to me, mate. Perhaps ‘dashing,’ ‘roguish,’ or even ‘handsome,’ but ‘beautiful’ is for ladies, luv.”

“I know, but it can’t be helped. You ARE beautiful, classic, like Greek art.” He dipped his head, taking Jack’s manhood into his mouth and shivered with the intensity of it, rolling his tongue around the crown.

Jack watched as Jonathan worshiped his member and sighed, smiling tenderly. “Johnny, you’re so gentle now. Yet when I first woke up in your care, you sounded the highbrow aristocrat. What’s changed?”

“Oh. Well, first of all, there were two...what was your term? Oh yes...’highbrow’ guards standing outside of the cabin door till they were dismissed, and I could not act unbecoming an officer in front of them. And second, you were right; I was jealous. And third...” He smiled. “I’m sorry.” He swallowed Jack’s manhood as deeply as he could, running his tongue along the thick, sensitive vein on its underside.

Jack moaned. “Johnny, take me. I want you to fill me. Please?”

Gillette pulled his head off for a moment. “But you’re not well enough.”

“I’m well enough to be taken, Johnny. I just need more strength if I’m the one doin’ the takin’. So take me...please?” He batted his eyelashes at him, smiling coyly.

Needing no more urging, Gillette moved between Jack’s legs and lifted his hips to position himself at Jack’s entrance. He reached over to the side table drawer and pulled out the oil, lubed his fingers and his manhood, and tickled Jack’s opening with one finger. The little puckered star opened and closed, appearing to be trying to eat his finger, so he obliged, sending it in with a steady push. Jack moaned, moving his hips. “Johnny, I’m not so tight ye can’t board my loins directly. Especially when I’m inviting ye to do so.”

Gillette moaned as he pulled out his finger and positioned his member, sliding inside, making Jack squirm, his hips meeting Gillette’s forward thrust so as to take him the deepest that he could. Gillette started moving his hips, plunging deeply each and every thrust, adjusting his angle slightly to cause white explosions in Jack’s mind each time. He took hold of Jack’s length and ran his thumb across the crown, occasionally bringing it up to his mouth to lick off the precum gathered there. His hand pumped Jack steadily, moving counterpoint to the hypnotic rhythm of his thrusting hips, bringing Jack closer and closer to completion, his own sac tightening, begging release. As he started to cum, he pulled out, surging up and aiming the flying juices at Jack’s face. As soon as Jack realized it, he leaned forward to catch every bit he could, the rest drenching his face with its milky silkiness. Gillette worked his hand on Jack faster, making him cum hard, moaning loudly.

Gillette moved out of the way, allowing Jack’s legs to fall to the bed.

Jack was so drained he could barely speak. “My bonnie redheaded Gillette. You are mine. You should prepare your sea chest for when we find the Pearl, as I’ll never let ye go now.”

Gillette blushed, but recovered quickly. “Jack, you can’t have what is not yours. You and I belong to the same man, but he also belongs to me. James will let you sail away on the Black Pearl, yes. But he and I shall have each other, while you go with your blacksmith. No hard feelings, but that’s the way it shall be. You’ll see.”

“Aye, I’ll see.” /And so shall you./

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Even with Jack guiding them, standing next to the helm wearing a naval uniform, his hands tied behind him as a precaution, it took the Dauntless five more days to find the Pearl. When they did, it was quite a shock; only the mainmast was in place, and it had obviously been repaired by cannibalizing the other mast. The decks were mere pathways stretching across gaping holes in the deck planking from one end of the ship to the other, with cross paths occasionally between them. She appeared to have lost all but a skeleton crew, with Will Turner at the helm, or what was left of it, holding ropes that ran down the rudder chain hole. Jack was almost in tears seeing it. As the Dauntless approached, a white flag was raised and Jack was ushered into the commodore’s cabin.

Captain Gillette was shocked as well, though he knew the Pearl would be missing the mizzenmast at the least. “Ahoy, Black Pearl!”

Will tied off the ropes. “Ahoy, Captain Gillette! We mean you no harm and wish to barter for supplies and perhaps a tow!”

“Barter with pirates? What of your prisoner? Does Commodore Norrington still live?”

“Yes, Captain, Commodore Norrington is alive and quite well. He’s sleeping, as he’s been taking the helm at night.”

“Prepare to be boarded, Mr. Turner.” Gillette gave the order to lash the two ships together. When the gangplank had been run between the ships rails, Gillette sent several marines over to search the ship for men and whatever else they might find, while he strode over the plank and up the steps to the Pearl’s helm. “Mr. Turner, please accompany me to the Dauntless. I have something to show you.”

Will followed Gillette across to the Dauntless and into the captain’s cabin, where Jack was waiting in one of the chairs fidgeting with a looped and knotted rope, his feet propped on the table. When Will saw Jack alive and well, he was stunned, all of the bravado he’d been showing for the last two weeks left him and he fainted dead away from weakness and shock.

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“Captain, send a crew over to the Pearl and see what they can do to fix the helm and at least one more mast. If nothing can be done, have them tie a lead cable between the ships so that we can tow them in.” Norrington was wearing the uniform that Jack had tried on. As Will started to show signs of being conscious, he smiled. “Captain Turner, your lack of faith in the survival of Captain Jack Sparrow surprises me. I’d thought that your insistence that Jack was dead was due to not wanting to think about it while he was missing.”

Will smiled. “It was, at first. But when we found no sign of him, I started to worry that he might really be dead.” He looked at Jack’s uniform. “You look too Navy for my taste, Jack.”

Jack laughed. “It was that or nothing but my breeches, whelp, and as I’d been helping Johnny—er—Captain Gillette here find you, I didn’t want to be seen by his crew in such a state of undress.”

Gillette shook his head. “Actually, it was that or a breechcloth, as he was ‘officially’ considered the Commodore’s slave for his own safety. Several of the men wanted to hang him from the mainmast for kidnapping and killing Commodore Norrington.”

Will sat up slowly, then fairly leaped at Jack, giving him a crushing hug and a kiss. “Jack, I can’t tell you how I felt!”

Jack smiled through a grimace. “I can tell, lad. But you’re crushing an old man.”

Will let go, and Jack put his arms around Will’s neck, holding his attention. “It’ll take more than a little wave to kill ole Jack, love.” He kissed him and stepped back, turning to Gillette. “I’ll be wanting to go back to the Pearl to change clothes, Johnny. Would that be permitted?”

“You’ll have to ask Commodore Norrington.”

James nodded. “Of course, Jack.” Jack walked out and over the plank to the Pearl.

Gillette looked James up and down. “You’re looking quite well for a man lately kidnapped by pirates, Sir.”

James grinned. “If it hadn’t been for losing Captain Sparrow, it would have been quite an enjoyable holiday, Jonathan.”

“So then, you’re returning to your duties?”

“No. I shall accompany you back to Port Royal to tender my resignation. I’ve had quite a good haul in the Navy, but I fear it is time for me to look to other possibilities.”

“But Sir!”

“I have been an officer of His Majesty’s navy since I was thirteen and a midshipman. I’ve been loyal to the Navy even when it went against my better judgment. I know I’m supposed to be promoted to Admiral in two months, but damn it, Jonathan, I have needs that must be addressed outside of the Navy, and while this holiday has provided some of them, there are others which will not allow me to be a commissioned officer of the military. There are some things which transcend the discipline of the service.”

“So you’ll stay with Sparrow?”

“Yes, Jonathan. Though if you ever wished to give up your commission and join me, I’m sure there would be room for another.”

“That’s what I told him, though I do hope he comes with you, Jamie.” Jack had returned, barefoot, dressed in brown breeches and a reasonably white shirt.

Will stepped forward. “I apologize for lying to you, Captain. It was not my intention. Jack has a way of altering situations, and though I’m glad to have Commodore Norrington with us, it was not what I’d planned at all.”

Gillette shook his hand. “I know. Jack explained during his convalescence. He also invited me to join the Pearl, but my duty is to the Crown.”

James stepped forward. “Well, Jonathan. I suppose this will be goodbye then. Why don’t you come aboard the Pearl and we’ll have dinner and a toast while the Dauntless tows us to the closest port.”

Gillette nodded. “That would be quite nice, Commodore. Thank you.”

They all retired to the Pearl as the ships were cut apart and the cable attached for towing.

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TBC

A/N: Ok, I've got Chapter 26 written...let me know what you think of Chapter 25 and I'll release the new one. So hit that REVIEW button and tell me!