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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 7 - Nightmare and Breakfast
A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, 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: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble goddess of betadom!
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 7 – Nightmare and Breakfast
Will woke, breathing deeply of Jack, who he found curled beside him in fetal position, whimpering. Norrington was gone, presumably at work. He gently put one arm around Jack, and brought the other hand to his forehead, stroking his fingers down Jack’s check, cooing at him as if he were a young child. It had always worked before, but this time Jack merely drew into a smaller ball, groaning in remembered pain. He tried to wake him, and Jack’s eyes snapped open, but he shrieked, trying to get away, and fell off the bed, taking the comforter with him. Will quickly jumped off the bed to check on Jack, who was cringing next to the bed, trying to be as small as he could, watching him. As Will tried to move in to comfort him, Jack screamed, “No more! Keep away from me!” He was obviously still in the nightmare, eyes open or not. He was clutching his mouth with one hand, shielding head and neck with the other arm. Will could see the healing scars on that arm. They crisscrossed several times, but had not needed stitches. He heard Jack screaming into his hand, “they’re MINE! Get away! Ye have no right t’ them!”
Will wasn’t sure what to do. When he tried to comfort him as he usually did during Jack’s nightmares, Jack fled into himself. Will hoped that he could wake him up from a distance. “Jack, you need to wake up now.” He tried softly at first, since he didn’t want Jack to panic and maybe hurt himself, but Jack didn’t respond. He tried it a few more times, getting louder each time. Nothing. Jack was in his own little torturous world, and Will had no idea how to wake him up or calm him down without possibly hurting him.
As Jack’s shrieks got even worse, Will decided that he had to do something desperate. He moved in quickly, grabbing the sobbing pirate in a tight bear hug and held on while Jack struggled. He spoke to Jack in soft, gentle words like he would use with a baby, and rocked him back and forth, hoisting Jack completely off the floor with the comforter onto his lap while he sat on the floor.
Jack struggled, shrieked, sobbed, and bit Will in the shoulder, but Will refused to let go. After a few more long minutes of this, Jack started to calm down. Will tipped Jack’s head up to see his face, and Jack’s eyes were closed, his face peaceful but for the tear streaks that ran down his face, and a bit of spittle that he had apparently drooled during his fit.
Will picked him up as if he were a babe, and put him back on the bed, rearranging the comforter over him. He dressed quickly, then sat in the chair next to the bed and held Jack’s hand beneath the comforter.
Shortly thereafter, a knock at the door brought Will’s attention suddenly back to reality, so he went out to answer it. “Breakfast sir. The Commodore sends his regrets that he cannot attend, and bids you a good day with your charge. He plans to return here in time for supper, but cannot guarantee it.” He handed Will a tray laden with enough food for four people. “Lunch is at two o’clock, sir. I shall be back for the breakfast plates at that time.” He turned to leave. “Oh, sir? Captain Gillette wishes to meet with you this morning. As it is now eight o’clock, perhaps ten o’clock would be more acceptable to you?”
Will nodded to the soldier, absently. “Yes, thank you.” The man left. Will noticed that there was a guard sitting next to the door despite the fact that Norrington was not in, but decided to ask the Commodore about it when he got back.
Will brought the food into the bedroom and sat the tray on the vanity. When he turned around, he noticed Jack watching him, at first looking cross-eyed, then seeming to focus properly at him. This worried Will because he had never seen the pirate look like that before. Jack always woke up quickly, no adjustments needed. He decided to ask Norrington about that, too.
“Will, lad. I need a mirror. It feels like I’ve got five crowns of coinage on me ‘ead.”
Will laughed, brought Jack the hand mirror, and started counting the actual money that Norrington had woven into Jack’s hair. “Looks like twenty-one shillings, four crowns, and three pennies. You were close, Jack. You’re not losing your touch, that’s for sure!”
Jack looked at himself in the mirror for the first time since his ordeal. “Not bad for a stiff-necked Commodore wi’ a stick up ‘is bum.” He looked at Will. “Lad, I need ye to go to the Pearl and get me some things. I need one hundred twenty-two crowns, five shillings, seven pennies and one farthing, my kohl, my extra waistcoat, and the small bottle in me bottom desk drawer. Now, put that food over ‘ere and hop on it fast.”
Will wondered why Jack needed those particular items, but didn’t ask. Jack always had his reasons, even if nobody else could fathom them. He put the food tray next to Jack, then walked out the door. When the guard wished him “good day and safe return,” he inwardly shrugged, thanked him, and walked quickly out of the fort down to the docks.
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When Will arrived back at Norrington’s quarters, the guard welcomed him back. He went in and passed into the back room, then stopped in shock, his mouth making odd-looking fish movements. Jack Sparrow was STANDING next to the bed, wearing all of the clothes that James had bought for him. Although the sword, gun, and jacket were still on the night table, Jack looked almost like himself. Will recovered quickly and brought over the items that Jack had requested. He helped Jack put on the waistcoat (/he still needs to put some weight back on!/), and applied the kohl to Jack’s eyes himself.
Jack slowly, carefully, and obviously painfully walked to the vanity to look at himself. “Yes, whelp, I’m startin’ to feel much more like m’self.” He suddenly lost his footing, landing flat on his rear.
“I can see that.” Will chuckled as he helped his Captain to his feet. “Where are we going?”
“To the parlor, my dear William. I could stand to have some new surroundings for the day.”
Will took hold of both of Jack’s hands and walked slowly backward into the parlor, keeping Jack steady for the entire trip. Jack grinned, out of breath. “M’first little walk, William. Now, let’s set me down and give us a kiss, eh?” Will helped him onto the couch, leaned in, and gave Jack a kiss on the forehead.
Jack scowled unrealistically. “I’m not a babe, whelp! Give me a kiss I’ll remember!” Will sat next to the pirate and moved very close, kissing his forehead again, but then gliding his lips down the ridge of Jack’s nose to his lips. They rested there, feather-light, and his mouth opened slightly in invitation, his eyes closed.
Jack pushed his lips gently against Will’s, his tongue lovingly moving into Will’s mouth, gently letting it slither around, picking up Will’s taste and rejoicing in its perfection. When Will’s tongue gently prodded his, Jack let his tongue retreat back teasingly, touching Will’s at different points, till the boy’s tongue was inside his mouth, romancing it delicately. Jack let out a low moan. The boy was his love; his perfection; his fulfillment. He started to feel lightheaded as his passion increased to Will’s tongue’s graceful ministrations throughout his mouth.
Very unexpectedly, Will pulled back from Jack, looking directly at his mouth. “Smile for me Jack.”
“Wha’?” Jack wasn’t sure he understood him through his heated fog.
“Smile for me.”
Jack looked confused for a moment, then nodded, his eyes taking on a haunted look. “Can’t fool a blacksmith with imitations. Nor lovers, eh? These are new. They stole me old ones. The money you brought is to pay Norrington for all he’s done, teeth included.”
Will blanched. “My god Jack!” /So THAT’S what the nightmare was about! I’ll have to find out from Norrington where he found Jack…I’ll kill them with my bare hands./
“Don’t worry, lad. It’s all over. They’re replaced and it’s done. All right?” His smile was loving and sincere, not at all like his usual impish grin, but his eyes begged him not to press further.
“All right…for now.”
“Now, where were we?” Jack leered at the younger man and reached for him.
A knock at the door interrupted them. “It must be ten o’clock. Captain Gillette was supposed to be coming here to talk to us. I don’t know why.” He went to answer the door. Jack leaned back, relaxing as best he could.
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TBC
A/N: Did you know that the *ONLY* payment that fanfiction writers ever see is the review that someone gives their work? While it would be great to get paid for this, it's a labor of love...and it gives a writer warm fuzzies to go on when someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment on it. I *LOVE* warm fuzzies...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, 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: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble goddess of betadom!
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 7 – Nightmare and Breakfast
Will woke, breathing deeply of Jack, who he found curled beside him in fetal position, whimpering. Norrington was gone, presumably at work. He gently put one arm around Jack, and brought the other hand to his forehead, stroking his fingers down Jack’s check, cooing at him as if he were a young child. It had always worked before, but this time Jack merely drew into a smaller ball, groaning in remembered pain. He tried to wake him, and Jack’s eyes snapped open, but he shrieked, trying to get away, and fell off the bed, taking the comforter with him. Will quickly jumped off the bed to check on Jack, who was cringing next to the bed, trying to be as small as he could, watching him. As Will tried to move in to comfort him, Jack screamed, “No more! Keep away from me!” He was obviously still in the nightmare, eyes open or not. He was clutching his mouth with one hand, shielding head and neck with the other arm. Will could see the healing scars on that arm. They crisscrossed several times, but had not needed stitches. He heard Jack screaming into his hand, “they’re MINE! Get away! Ye have no right t’ them!”
Will wasn’t sure what to do. When he tried to comfort him as he usually did during Jack’s nightmares, Jack fled into himself. Will hoped that he could wake him up from a distance. “Jack, you need to wake up now.” He tried softly at first, since he didn’t want Jack to panic and maybe hurt himself, but Jack didn’t respond. He tried it a few more times, getting louder each time. Nothing. Jack was in his own little torturous world, and Will had no idea how to wake him up or calm him down without possibly hurting him.
As Jack’s shrieks got even worse, Will decided that he had to do something desperate. He moved in quickly, grabbing the sobbing pirate in a tight bear hug and held on while Jack struggled. He spoke to Jack in soft, gentle words like he would use with a baby, and rocked him back and forth, hoisting Jack completely off the floor with the comforter onto his lap while he sat on the floor.
Jack struggled, shrieked, sobbed, and bit Will in the shoulder, but Will refused to let go. After a few more long minutes of this, Jack started to calm down. Will tipped Jack’s head up to see his face, and Jack’s eyes were closed, his face peaceful but for the tear streaks that ran down his face, and a bit of spittle that he had apparently drooled during his fit.
Will picked him up as if he were a babe, and put him back on the bed, rearranging the comforter over him. He dressed quickly, then sat in the chair next to the bed and held Jack’s hand beneath the comforter.
Shortly thereafter, a knock at the door brought Will’s attention suddenly back to reality, so he went out to answer it. “Breakfast sir. The Commodore sends his regrets that he cannot attend, and bids you a good day with your charge. He plans to return here in time for supper, but cannot guarantee it.” He handed Will a tray laden with enough food for four people. “Lunch is at two o’clock, sir. I shall be back for the breakfast plates at that time.” He turned to leave. “Oh, sir? Captain Gillette wishes to meet with you this morning. As it is now eight o’clock, perhaps ten o’clock would be more acceptable to you?”
Will nodded to the soldier, absently. “Yes, thank you.” The man left. Will noticed that there was a guard sitting next to the door despite the fact that Norrington was not in, but decided to ask the Commodore about it when he got back.
Will brought the food into the bedroom and sat the tray on the vanity. When he turned around, he noticed Jack watching him, at first looking cross-eyed, then seeming to focus properly at him. This worried Will because he had never seen the pirate look like that before. Jack always woke up quickly, no adjustments needed. He decided to ask Norrington about that, too.
“Will, lad. I need a mirror. It feels like I’ve got five crowns of coinage on me ‘ead.”
Will laughed, brought Jack the hand mirror, and started counting the actual money that Norrington had woven into Jack’s hair. “Looks like twenty-one shillings, four crowns, and three pennies. You were close, Jack. You’re not losing your touch, that’s for sure!”
Jack looked at himself in the mirror for the first time since his ordeal. “Not bad for a stiff-necked Commodore wi’ a stick up ‘is bum.” He looked at Will. “Lad, I need ye to go to the Pearl and get me some things. I need one hundred twenty-two crowns, five shillings, seven pennies and one farthing, my kohl, my extra waistcoat, and the small bottle in me bottom desk drawer. Now, put that food over ‘ere and hop on it fast.”
Will wondered why Jack needed those particular items, but didn’t ask. Jack always had his reasons, even if nobody else could fathom them. He put the food tray next to Jack, then walked out the door. When the guard wished him “good day and safe return,” he inwardly shrugged, thanked him, and walked quickly out of the fort down to the docks.
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When Will arrived back at Norrington’s quarters, the guard welcomed him back. He went in and passed into the back room, then stopped in shock, his mouth making odd-looking fish movements. Jack Sparrow was STANDING next to the bed, wearing all of the clothes that James had bought for him. Although the sword, gun, and jacket were still on the night table, Jack looked almost like himself. Will recovered quickly and brought over the items that Jack had requested. He helped Jack put on the waistcoat (/he still needs to put some weight back on!/), and applied the kohl to Jack’s eyes himself.
Jack slowly, carefully, and obviously painfully walked to the vanity to look at himself. “Yes, whelp, I’m startin’ to feel much more like m’self.” He suddenly lost his footing, landing flat on his rear.
“I can see that.” Will chuckled as he helped his Captain to his feet. “Where are we going?”
“To the parlor, my dear William. I could stand to have some new surroundings for the day.”
Will took hold of both of Jack’s hands and walked slowly backward into the parlor, keeping Jack steady for the entire trip. Jack grinned, out of breath. “M’first little walk, William. Now, let’s set me down and give us a kiss, eh?” Will helped him onto the couch, leaned in, and gave Jack a kiss on the forehead.
Jack scowled unrealistically. “I’m not a babe, whelp! Give me a kiss I’ll remember!” Will sat next to the pirate and moved very close, kissing his forehead again, but then gliding his lips down the ridge of Jack’s nose to his lips. They rested there, feather-light, and his mouth opened slightly in invitation, his eyes closed.
Jack pushed his lips gently against Will’s, his tongue lovingly moving into Will’s mouth, gently letting it slither around, picking up Will’s taste and rejoicing in its perfection. When Will’s tongue gently prodded his, Jack let his tongue retreat back teasingly, touching Will’s at different points, till the boy’s tongue was inside his mouth, romancing it delicately. Jack let out a low moan. The boy was his love; his perfection; his fulfillment. He started to feel lightheaded as his passion increased to Will’s tongue’s graceful ministrations throughout his mouth.
Very unexpectedly, Will pulled back from Jack, looking directly at his mouth. “Smile for me Jack.”
“Wha’?” Jack wasn’t sure he understood him through his heated fog.
“Smile for me.”
Jack looked confused for a moment, then nodded, his eyes taking on a haunted look. “Can’t fool a blacksmith with imitations. Nor lovers, eh? These are new. They stole me old ones. The money you brought is to pay Norrington for all he’s done, teeth included.”
Will blanched. “My god Jack!” /So THAT’S what the nightmare was about! I’ll have to find out from Norrington where he found Jack…I’ll kill them with my bare hands./
“Don’t worry, lad. It’s all over. They’re replaced and it’s done. All right?” His smile was loving and sincere, not at all like his usual impish grin, but his eyes begged him not to press further.
“All right…for now.”
“Now, where were we?” Jack leered at the younger man and reached for him.
A knock at the door interrupted them. “It must be ten o’clock. Captain Gillette was supposed to be coming here to talk to us. I don’t know why.” He went to answer the door. Jack leaned back, relaxing as best he could.
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TBC
A/N: Did you know that the *ONLY* payment that fanfiction writers ever see is the review that someone gives their work? While it would be great to get paid for this, it's a labor of love...and it gives a writer warm fuzzies to go on when someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment on it. I *LOVE* warm fuzzies...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!