Preventing A Mutiny
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,693
Reviews:
1
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0
Currently Reading:
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Peace, Admiral Norrington
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It could not be said that James Norrington was familiar with the finer aspects of buying time, but buy time he did. Not only for himself, even if that was his resolve, but also for Jones.
Crawling back to the bunk, James replaced the key to where he’d found it, and purchased Davy time to uphold the illusion that he was still his own master. For himself, James bargained time to linger in the dream of Davy being his master, bidding to be free from Beckett with the weight of wrought iron, as it lessened on his palm.
Careful not to disturb the sleeping beast, Norrington laid next to him, leaving a gap between them.
Tucking his hands under his cheek, James regarded his companion through his restless soul. Time passed, the watch changing twice before he finally closed his eyes, exhausted by his inner struggle which refused to abate, until Jones, fast asleep, clamped his clawed hand around James’ arm, closing not only the space between them, but folding the cover of the book of James’ faults over itself, hiding the flaming accusations from the Admiral’s sight. For now.
Finally, in beatific, momentary peace, James slept, oblivious to the eyes watching him, or to the resigned breath of Jones’ betaking to his hope of James being strong enough proven false, his chance for freedom ostensibly forfeit, simply because the man once renown for his sense of duty and his precision in conducting even the most horrendous acts in the name of the Law, had lost himself in the most improbable place imaginable - A tangled agglomeration of tentacles.
Davy entwined a lock of James’ hair around a smooth tendril, then slithered another one along his neck. After the third one tightened around Norrington’s throat, he woke up, casting serious eyes to Jones’, and raising his hand to the strangling tentacles.
Their gazes locked, James pressed into his living shackles demandingly, and by the time he was knelt on the floor, the hard planks digging into his knees, his face buried into the mattress to stifle his moans as Davy wriggled another slick runner inside him, stretching him, readying the man to receive all he was worth, Admiral Norrington forgot, foreclosed the surrounding world - forgave himself, relishing in the crude cuts received from Jones’ ragged claw, groaning mindlessly as he pushed back to take the retribution he yearned not to forbear.
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It could not be said that James Norrington was familiar with the finer aspects of buying time, but buy time he did. Not only for himself, even if that was his resolve, but also for Jones.
Crawling back to the bunk, James replaced the key to where he’d found it, and purchased Davy time to uphold the illusion that he was still his own master. For himself, James bargained time to linger in the dream of Davy being his master, bidding to be free from Beckett with the weight of wrought iron, as it lessened on his palm.
Careful not to disturb the sleeping beast, Norrington laid next to him, leaving a gap between them.
Tucking his hands under his cheek, James regarded his companion through his restless soul. Time passed, the watch changing twice before he finally closed his eyes, exhausted by his inner struggle which refused to abate, until Jones, fast asleep, clamped his clawed hand around James’ arm, closing not only the space between them, but folding the cover of the book of James’ faults over itself, hiding the flaming accusations from the Admiral’s sight. For now.
Finally, in beatific, momentary peace, James slept, oblivious to the eyes watching him, or to the resigned breath of Jones’ betaking to his hope of James being strong enough proven false, his chance for freedom ostensibly forfeit, simply because the man once renown for his sense of duty and his precision in conducting even the most horrendous acts in the name of the Law, had lost himself in the most improbable place imaginable - A tangled agglomeration of tentacles.
Davy entwined a lock of James’ hair around a smooth tendril, then slithered another one along his neck. After the third one tightened around Norrington’s throat, he woke up, casting serious eyes to Jones’, and raising his hand to the strangling tentacles.
Their gazes locked, James pressed into his living shackles demandingly, and by the time he was knelt on the floor, the hard planks digging into his knees, his face buried into the mattress to stifle his moans as Davy wriggled another slick runner inside him, stretching him, readying the man to receive all he was worth, Admiral Norrington forgot, foreclosed the surrounding world - forgave himself, relishing in the crude cuts received from Jones’ ragged claw, groaning mindlessly as he pushed back to take the retribution he yearned not to forbear.
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