Heaven's A Lie

Green eyes flickered open to meet darker, auburn ones and widened at the feel of their owner hovering above him. “Yagh!” A tangle of sheets containing a blushing Admiral flounced to the ground much to Jack's giggling delight. “Thats the second time today you've managed to scare the living daylights out of me, Jack.”
Jack retrieved an apple from his top breast pocket and bit into it, speaking between the juicy pieces. “I know an' it ne'r fail t'make me smile.”
James stood and placed his hands on his hips only to find the precarious bundle of blankets tangled about his midriff. Pursing his lips he picked up the pieces touching the floor and made his way to sit on the edge of the bed.
Jack inched closer, reaching out to glide a finger down a paled cheek. “Ye' look so adorable when ye'r blush Jamie.”
James only flustered more at the touch, his own hands knotting into the blankets after the tangles. A touch that evoked many emotions in him he had once still thought to be sinful. With hesitation he writhed away, reveling in the goose flesh trail it left behind. “I've asked you several times not to call me that, Jack.”
“An' e'ry time I've not been list'nin'! Just like now, Jamie.” Jack looked to the apple and tossed it at the open window, cursing it as it bounced back into the room.
Pursed lips gave way to thinned eyebrows, “And thats why I left you alone in that room in the morning. You're insufferable!”
“An' adorable!”
“See?! Completely and utterly insufferable!” Wiggling out of the blankets he tossed them behind him onto the bed.
“An' also charming.”
“Insufferable.”
“An' a right good looker!”
James sighed through his nostrils, spelling the word should Jack have failed to understand it the first few times. “I-N-S-U-F-F-E-R-A-B-L-E!” Diving into the blankets, he pulled them tightly around his form as to keep Jack out.
Jack stood, moving for the apple core and bent joints creaking as he did so. Taking it into his hands he tossed it out of the window, turning to view the bundled form on the bed.
James smirked to himself, hand slipping between the mattress and it's wooden side. Fingers curled stealthily around the cold neck of a bottle, pulling it silently from it's hiding space. Sitting up and uncorking it in one motion he revealed himself, bottle tilting precariously to awaiting lips.
At the pop of the cork Jack's ear's perked, eyebrows knotting together in a mix of playful anger. “Wot in t'bloody blazes do ye' think ye'r doin' Jamie?”
“If I'm not being held captive by the less than satisfactory brig, nor by my own paperworked demons, I plan on drinking myself into a stupor like no other and it just so happens I plan to pilfer all of the alcohol from you, Captain Sparrow.” Drinking at length from the bottle he coughed a bit, reveling in the tan liquid's after bite.
Jack smirked, “If'n it's a bottle poppin' contest ye'r after I can assure ye', ye' may be able to equal me at one point but ye'll ne'r surpass me James.” He moved closer to the bed, reaching under the mattress to retrieve a few more bottles and tossed them all atop the blankets. Seating himself, he rested his back on the intricately carved head board, opening and drinking from one of the previously mentioned bottles.
“Is that a challenge, Captain?” James raised a playful eyebrow and moved to rest his back against the same headboard on the opposite side of Jack.
“Only if ye' think ye' can handle it ye'r Admiralty.”
Another brow raised, “And just how drunk are you planning on getting me, Jack?”
“As I've seen ye' drunk before,” He paused allowing his eyes to noticeably travel the length of James' body, “very, very drunk. T'the point of obliteration, dearest.”
The Pirate Captain's words sent James into a reverie, his senses recalling that night from long ago.
“Ye' r'member that night t'all James?” A golden grin disappeared behind a stained bottle momentarily, tanned liquid cooling it's way to an already rum soaked belly.
“Yes, actually. I do quite vividly.”


[more flashback! yay! ;_;]


A smile spread across an otherwise stern face, pearlescent teeth grazing across fleshy pink lips as the Commodore awoke to the other's beckoning tongue. James was most sure the last he'd known he was in the Faithful Bride, having a drink with-
“Captain SPARROW!”
A jingle of beads signaled the departure of the pirates mouth from James' neglected skin. “Wot?”
“What on EARTH are you doing?” He paused, “Well, I know what your doing, but why are you doing it?”
“It feels good don't it?” Jack blew cold air across dampened flesh, smirking at the humble groan that escaped the Commodore's chest.
James shuddered, eyes closing and teeth grazing once again. “But-”
Licking a trail up the other's torso Jack stopped to work around two erect nipples, placing a sucking kiss upon them when he'd finished. Dragging his finger lightly across ivory flesh, he managed to pull the remaining clothing free from James' torso. Examining the rest of the markings his delicate flesh held he stopped at one very familiar one. Jack took James' arm into his hands, “Where did ye' get that, Jamie?”
James regretfully opened his eyes, knowing exactly what Jack was inquiring about. “I got it before I came to live in Port Royal. I wasn't always a man of the Navy, as you can see.”
The P brand seemed to give the Commodore a certain amount of depth Jack hadn't thought he was capable of holding. “What other sorts of marks have ye' got?”
“You'll have to find them all, Jack.”
Jack smirked, “Turn over, I want to go exploring.”
James sighed, his inebriation kicking in once more for something he knew he'd regret in the morning.
His smile widened as the artwork graced his vision. “A compass, Jamie?”
“Indeed.”
“That doesn't point North?”
“That has nothing to do with you, Jack. Don't get any ideas.”
He huffed, tracing tickling lines across the directionals to a soaring eagle and eventually to a dragon forcing fire from it's nose. But the fire gave berth to something else. The portrait of a woman. A very beautiful woman. “Who is she?”
The first woman I ever loved, Jack. The woman who birthed my child before passing on.”
“And what of the child?”
James rolled to his side lifting his arm up, “His name is Alexander Jackson Norrington. He lives with my parents now, they've raised him as his own in London.”
“I'm sorry, James.”
“Don't be, just don't...”
“Wot, Jamie?”
“Stop.”
[end flashback]


“Ye' begged fe'r me not t'stop. Until t'mornin came that is and I found me'self naked and alone.”
James frowned, “I'm sorry, Jack.”
“Don't be, Jamie. I lead a solitary life. Happiness and peace o' mind weren't meant for a creature like me.”
Moving closer to Jack he slung an arm around the Pirate's torso, leaning his head on the other's chest. “Don't.”
“Wot Jamie?”
“Say anything.” James took a swig from the bottle and moved to look at Jack, inching closer until their noses nearly touched. “Because if you do, I'll be forced to rethink my actions.”
Jack could feel James' breath upon his lips, taste his words in his mouth and he swallowed hard, his heart racing and senses reeling. Inhaling he smelt the sweet smell of parchment and vanilla, the smell of James.
James closed the distance between them, whimpering at the clash of lips, teeth and tongues. Sea salt and rum invaded his palette, a hand moving to tangle in the Pirate's hair. Fighting the urge to seat himself upon the other's lap he broke away, forehead resting upon the others as he caught his breath.
He was intoxicating Jack, the rum bottle discarded upon the table in lieu of his newest addiction. Admiral Norrington. Hands traveled to grasp the sides of the others face, breaking away and fighting the urge to close the distance again. His eyes opened to see that the others were not and he whispered as his chest heaved, “James, wot have ye' done t'me?”
James smiled, biting his lower lip, “Perhaps the question isn't what have I done, Captain Sparrow, but what am I going to do while in your possession?” Moving to rest his head upon the other's chest he placed the bottle next to Jack's.
Jack blew out the lantern, placing his arms around James.
“Goodnight Jack.”
“'Night Jamie, love.”