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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,192
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Three
A/N: Thanks everyone for saying I do Jack well, other criticisms are appreciated too. I haven't any beta, and have issues with basic grammar sometimes. (Though, you can get away with worse grammar writing pirate stories ;) ) More personalized notes at the end. This chapter contains rape, well, as much as you can rape anyone who cares as little as Jack does.
Enjoy!
Chapter Three
"Finding a naked man in my cabin always brightens my day," Johnson said quietly, staring at Jack Sparrow appreciatively.
Jack woke at the sound of his hallucination's voice and searched for the drunken part of his mind, the one best equipped for handling day-to-day life. Unfortunately, that bit of his mind seemed to be shrinking considerably. He needed to remedy that.
"Can ah 'ave some rum?" he asked groggily, awkwardly attempting to sit up in his chains.
"No, you may not," the silver-haired man answered glancing downwards. "Are you happy to see me, Mr. Sparrow?"
Jack glanced downwards. Now how did that get there? Oh yeah, that dream. Bootstrap...wait; that would lead to thoughts of mutiny. Jack nodded his head in a violent gesture, damn, he'd thought of it.
Rough hands took that train of thought away as they began to stroke his erection. "You're really quite good at that, you know." He smiled at the taken aback expression on the other man's face.
"Will you shut up?"
Jack sd. Pd. Perhaps this 'anything' could be at least minutely enjoyable. Or at least he could be drunker during it. "I will, if I can 'ave a drink of rum."
"Fine. Just be quiet, or at least pretend to be upset about the fact that I'm raping you."
Jack simply sat quietly as Johnson undressed. He stared appreciatively at the other man's finely muscled form before remembering that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying himself. He settled for staring at the wall, assuming that any screams of protest would probably seem a little over-the-top. He hissed in pain as Johnson roughly turned him onto his stomach.
You're really not supposed to be enjoying this, the ever growing sober part of his mind told him as one finger entered him from behind, reminding him of the first time he was ever taken by a man. Then explain my hardening down there, he told it as another finger joined the first. That's part of the problem his mind answered. I don't think it's much o' a problem he told it, gasping as something considerably larger than fingers made it's way inside him.
He gasped as the other man continued to thrust violently, sometimes exiting entirely and re-entering painfully. His muscles protested this treatment by cramping terribly. Finally, the silver-haired man came with a shout, and Jack realized with dismay that he had not. That would be difficult to take care of, bound and all.
"Me rum?" Jack asked hopefully as Johnson began to pull his clothing back on.
"I suppose I did promise you a drink." The man's blue eyes glinted as he walked over to a table Jack had just noticed. He pulled a flask from it and took a long drink. He walked to the bed and pulled Jack back into a sitting position.
Johnson smiled cruelly, "Open up Mr. Sparrow."
Jack opened his mouth, and refused to react when Johnson took another drink and transferred it to his mouth with a kiss.
"A drink of rum, as promised."
"Y'know," he told Johnson as the man continued to get dressed. "I really prefer to be called Captain Sparrow."
Johnson just chuckled and left the room. He didn't see, and Jack refused to notice, the prickle of tears in the pirate's eyes. Really, he had gotten some rum, what was there to worry about?
I don't remember what author I got this idea from, but I love getting feedback on my feedback. So, here 'tis.
GreenEyes: Hope this is soooughough! I'm trying to give myself time limits, and goals and whatnot. So that I actually finish this story. I would say, I'll have the next one out by Wednesday. I work weekends, or 'twould be sooner.
Mel: Auggh! Yes. But, as difficult as Jack is to write, it's great to have him in your head. I respond to things with a lot more "Eh, so what?" than I used to. :-P I mean, really why care, everything'll work out alright, or you'll die. No big. ^_^
Caleharn: Thankyou. Here is more, I hope you like it.
Insatiable: I think you read my mind.... :-P I call it non-con and not rape, because Jack really isn't all that upset about it. Though, perhaps part of him is. Because, I think, despite everything he really does have a serious/sober side, somewhere. Maybe.
Enjoy!
Chapter Three
"Finding a naked man in my cabin always brightens my day," Johnson said quietly, staring at Jack Sparrow appreciatively.
Jack woke at the sound of his hallucination's voice and searched for the drunken part of his mind, the one best equipped for handling day-to-day life. Unfortunately, that bit of his mind seemed to be shrinking considerably. He needed to remedy that.
"Can ah 'ave some rum?" he asked groggily, awkwardly attempting to sit up in his chains.
"No, you may not," the silver-haired man answered glancing downwards. "Are you happy to see me, Mr. Sparrow?"
Jack glanced downwards. Now how did that get there? Oh yeah, that dream. Bootstrap...wait; that would lead to thoughts of mutiny. Jack nodded his head in a violent gesture, damn, he'd thought of it.
Rough hands took that train of thought away as they began to stroke his erection. "You're really quite good at that, you know." He smiled at the taken aback expression on the other man's face.
"Will you shut up?"
Jack sd. Pd. Perhaps this 'anything' could be at least minutely enjoyable. Or at least he could be drunker during it. "I will, if I can 'ave a drink of rum."
"Fine. Just be quiet, or at least pretend to be upset about the fact that I'm raping you."
Jack simply sat quietly as Johnson undressed. He stared appreciatively at the other man's finely muscled form before remembering that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying himself. He settled for staring at the wall, assuming that any screams of protest would probably seem a little over-the-top. He hissed in pain as Johnson roughly turned him onto his stomach.
You're really not supposed to be enjoying this, the ever growing sober part of his mind told him as one finger entered him from behind, reminding him of the first time he was ever taken by a man. Then explain my hardening down there, he told it as another finger joined the first. That's part of the problem his mind answered. I don't think it's much o' a problem he told it, gasping as something considerably larger than fingers made it's way inside him.
He gasped as the other man continued to thrust violently, sometimes exiting entirely and re-entering painfully. His muscles protested this treatment by cramping terribly. Finally, the silver-haired man came with a shout, and Jack realized with dismay that he had not. That would be difficult to take care of, bound and all.
"Me rum?" Jack asked hopefully as Johnson began to pull his clothing back on.
"I suppose I did promise you a drink." The man's blue eyes glinted as he walked over to a table Jack had just noticed. He pulled a flask from it and took a long drink. He walked to the bed and pulled Jack back into a sitting position.
Johnson smiled cruelly, "Open up Mr. Sparrow."
Jack opened his mouth, and refused to react when Johnson took another drink and transferred it to his mouth with a kiss.
"A drink of rum, as promised."
"Y'know," he told Johnson as the man continued to get dressed. "I really prefer to be called Captain Sparrow."
Johnson just chuckled and left the room. He didn't see, and Jack refused to notice, the prickle of tears in the pirate's eyes. Really, he had gotten some rum, what was there to worry about?
I don't remember what author I got this idea from, but I love getting feedback on my feedback. So, here 'tis.
GreenEyes: Hope this is soooughough! I'm trying to give myself time limits, and goals and whatnot. So that I actually finish this story. I would say, I'll have the next one out by Wednesday. I work weekends, or 'twould be sooner.
Mel: Auggh! Yes. But, as difficult as Jack is to write, it's great to have him in your head. I respond to things with a lot more "Eh, so what?" than I used to. :-P I mean, really why care, everything'll work out alright, or you'll die. No big. ^_^
Caleharn: Thankyou. Here is more, I hope you like it.
Insatiable: I think you read my mind.... :-P I call it non-con and not rape, because Jack really isn't all that upset about it. Though, perhaps part of him is. Because, I think, despite everything he really does have a serious/sober side, somewhere. Maybe.