The Raven

Title: The Raven

Author: Dena

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Jack/Will and Norrington/Will

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Disney does but
I’m having some fun with themJ

Warning: Some OOC, Bastard Norrington and some Noncon.

Rating: NC-17

Notes: Takes place after PotC and becomes an AU. Thano Evo Evil Willow and Rose Starin for beta reading this fic and helping me smooth it out someJ

Archive: My own at: www.dena1x2.com Any others who want it, please ask me first. The ML’s are welcome to add them to their archives if they want it.


Chapter 1

Will groaned softly as his hands jerked against the shackles imprisoning them. The chain attached to the shackles severely limited his movements, making it difficult to avoid the hands sliding over his sweat soaked flesh. Those insidious appendages sparked flames of arousal wherever they touched and left shamed feelings building in the depths of the captive blacksmith. The last thing he wanted was to respond to the black guard molesting him but the cup of aphrodisiac forced down his throat insure the body was willing; even if the spirit rebelled.

His mind tried to escape the escalating flames consuming him, demanding his ultimate surrender. He remembered how he came to be in this unenviable position, with a man who seemed the very soul of proper English gentleman but who hid a black soul and heart that would stop at nothing to get what he desired.

It had started off as any other day. Will had gone to have breakfast with his dear Elizabeth before attending his work at the forge. It had shocked everyone when they had elected not to marry after their adventures with Captain Jack Sparrow. He still loved Lizzie more than his own life and she returned that intensity of love. It was the love for best friend and substitute sibling, not lover. The kiss they shared when Jack escaped had shown them their true feelings. It was then that Elizabeth decided to marry Norrington after all. Will hadn’t really minded because at the time, he’d thought Norrington loved her and would cherish her as the treasure she was.

Breakfast had been a delight as usual but Will had noted that Norrington had stared at him several times throughout the meal with a most intent look upon his face. Will had left shortly afterwards and began to work on filling the many orders that waited at the smithy. Will adored working with his hands and shaping the fine steel into a work of art that would stand the test of time and use. He had learned his craft well and took much pride in the fact that he was kept busy filling the many orders that filtered into the shop.

Young Turner had just placed a freshly forged blade into the water to cool when he heard the first shouts of alarm. Turning quickly, the youthful man grabbed a finished sword and ran for the door. Before he had time to fling it open, it was smashed in and several large, shabby men entered the smoke filled room. Will had a minute to register the shout of, “He’s the one the Captain wants”, when he was rushed by the unruly group. He smiled grimly as his skills with a blade were put to the test. These ruffians dressed as pirates fought like specially trained men and while they looked like pirates, their speech seemed a bit refined for that role.

William was slowly backed across the room and was beginning to worry about how he was going to escape, when a familiar face raced into the smithy and demanded that everyone halt. Turner relaxed as he saw the pirates lower their weapons and moved cautiously to his rescuer’s side. “Norrington. Tis glad I am to see you.”

“I’m relieved to see that you have not been harmed Young Turner. It seems we are being overrun by villains at the moment. Why don’t you gather the swords of the scalawags yonder.”

Not suspecting any foul play, the blacksmith followed the command and turned his back on Norrington. A sharp pain exploded on his head and Will fell to the ground in a fuzzy haze. He was still awake when he heard words that filled his soul with dread.

“So this is the prize you’ve been wanting? He’s a pretty one Captain. You going share him like you did the last one?”

“No. This one is special. I intend to take him as my cabin boy once he’s been trained to obey. Sometimes it pays to be on both sides of the law. I get to have dear Elizabeth as my own personal brood mare and this tender youth as my personal toy. Burn this disgusting hovel down and make it look like he was a victim of the flames. Make sure the men know that I’ll castrate anyone who touches him without permission!”

William slowly blacked out as Norrington’s words filtered into his horrified consciousness. He had awakened in a strange tent minus his clothes, on a bed, and with his hands chained above his head. He had struggle fruitlessly for several minutes before settling down to wait. He wasn’t kept in suspense long. Turner glared at the tall, fit form of his captor and uttered one word. “Why?”

“Because, dear William,” I have an appreciation of fine things and both you and Elizabeth are of the rarest quality. I’m sure you want to know what’s going on. You have known me all you life as Commodore Norrington but that wasn’t always my name. I used to have a name as known and feared as your Mr. Sparrows, except my name brought much more dread. I was called the Demon, Captain of the Raven.”

Will shivered despite himself. As a child, he remembered hearing stories of the Raven. A ship that sheltered the most depraved of crews. Men with no morals or mercy who delighted in torturing their victims and leaving one alive who had been blinded to tell the tale of horror when they struck. His attention was drawn back to Norrington as he continued to speak.

“I lived for several years at sea under my father’s rule until I killed him off and took over command of the ship. I sailed for over two years when I got smart and decided to reclaim the family name and a position in her majesty’s service. It’s so much easier to raid the merchant ships if you’re supposed to be guarding them. It’s also easy to blame another pirate ship for the attack and then use that to hunt them down and destroy the competition. No one is the wiser and my old crew has refined themselves so nicely that they appear to be loyal soldiers serving England.”

Norrington paused in his narration to run a finger down the muscular form spread out for his use on the bed. He was going to enjoy breaking in the defiant boy. He had wanted the lad since he had first laid eyes on him and he always got what he wanted. Soon he would be Governor of Port Royal due to his marriage to Elizabeth and once he got rid of her fool of a father, he would turn the port into his home base and make it a refuge for other pirates…if they were willing to pay the price. He would have it all soon, but for now, he had a pleasant diversion in the form of the lovely prisoner.

“I’m very close to realizing all my plans boy. I’ll have the best of both worlds. A respectable life with Lizzie and a pirate’s life with you!”

Will felt his lips curl into a snarl. “I’ll see you in hell first you bastard!”

Norrington laughed. “But in hell you are, boy, and it’s time to make you burn!”

The brunette youth struggled wildly as the Commodore straddled his body on the bed. The hated face smirked in triumph as an ultimatum was delivered.

“I suggest you cooperate William. There are all sorts of accidents that can happen to young ladies and I only need the bitch alive, not in one piece. Your submission ensures her continued health and safety.”

“You son of a bitch! Leave Elizabeth out of this!”

Will felt his heart sink as the evil smile on Norrington’s face grew. “That’s up to you. I’m going to get a little something for you to drink and you will take all of it or my sweet wife will take a tumble down the stairs.”

The bound man watched his captor like a hawk as he went across the room and lifted a slender bottle and poured its contents into a cup. He could smell a sickly sweet odor as the Commodore drew near. “Drink up lad. All of it.”

“What…what is it?”

Norrington grinned as he replied. “An aphrodisiac. I like my partners to enjoy it when I fuck them, even if they aren’t willing. You’ll come to appreciate and crave my touch in time pet.”

Revulsion filled Will at the thought of this man touching him and taking his pleasure with his body. It was only his fear for his dear friend that allowed him to swallow the vile potion and keep it down.

It didn’t take long for the contents of the cup to cause a response in his body, which had lead to the current situation.

Will continued to moan softly as his body writhed under the seductive strokes of his enemy. His manhood arched proudly forward begging to be touched, despite his attempts to soften the erect organ.

Norrington chuckled and grasped the plump member and began to stroke it firmly as he sucked on the side of Will’s neck. He intended to thoroughly mark his property because in his mind that’s exactly what young Turner was; his toy to play with.

He slowly licked and nipped his way down the firm and toned chest of his victim. He savored every reluctant gasp and whimper from the tormented boy. He was pleased at how responsive his little one was. The youth was made for bedding he decided, as he continued to work his way downward until he was faced with a moistened erection.

Lifting his gaze so that he could watch William’s face, he took the swollen head into his mouth and circled it with his tongue. His eyes were filled with an unholy glee as he observed the shamed filled and pleasured look adorning that lovely face. He took his time and taught the young one what it felt like to be given proper head but made sure to withdraw before his victim had reached a climax. Norrington was determined that Will find his pleasure only while the youth was spitted upon his cock.

Turner was a sight to behold as he writhed helplessly under the skilled hands of the Commodore and the drug racing within his veins.

Will felt true sorrow as he failed to stop his body from responding to the disgusting touch that was claiming him. He had almost begged when the evil man had released his manhood from the wonderful wet warmth of his mouth. He gasped in surprise as he was suddenly flipped over onto his stomach and forced onto his knees. He found himself attempting to brace himself in this new position. Balancing with his hands was slightly difficult because they were now crossed as well as bound. He jumped as he felt a coldly slicked finger enter him.

He tried to wiggle away from the invading form but was too restricted in his movements. He hissed softly at the mocking laughter that accompanied his fruitless attempts at escape.

Norrington smiled grimly as he continued to stretch the boy. He was pleased at how tight the youth was and was certain that he would be Turner’s first male lover. He planned to be his omalemale lover. He growled as he felt his own control shatter as the need to possess William overcame him. His Blacksmith was stretched enough; he had to have him now!

Will cried out as he felt Norrington’s organ drive into him. He wanted to die as the pain washed over him and he realized that he had been fully violated by this man. For one minute defeat and a desire to just surrender to the inevitable filled him, before the Turner stubbornness rose in full force. He may have lost this battle and he may have to submit for a time, but he would be free again and he would see that Captain Demon paid for what he had done. He was a Turner and he bowed to no man.

Norrington was in heaven as he thrust repeatedly into the hot tight heat of William. His eyes filled with a manic light as he realized that his plundering of the body beneath him had not broken the Blacksmith. He had briefly felt the body relax in surrender before it tensed again and t to to buck him off, despite the pleasure he knew he was forcing on Turner. He was well pleased with the spirit of his new cabin boy.

The pair on the bed writhed together as the thrusting into one grew more savage and forceful. Norrington mercilessly hit Will’s prostate again and again. The cries he wrung from his forced lover were savored even as he grew closer to orgasm.

With a final fierce thrust, he cried out and came inside the lovely form beneath him. He noted with satisfaction that his toy had come as well. His enjoyment intensified at William’s growled words as he rolled off of him and drew him into his arms for a rest.

“You haven’t broken me and I’ll see you in hell before I let you break me!”

Will shivered as the Captain of the Raven replied to his defiant act.

“I’ve only begun sweet one. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be a properly trained toy for my use. After all, I know how to make you obey. You care for the safety of others above your own safety. I can use that against you and eventually…you will totally submit to me.”

Will closed his eyes to rest and refused to let hopelessness overcome him. Norrington was right, he could make him submit by threatening others, but that didn’t mean he had to give up totally. He would escape and when he did, he would get help and return to drive a blade through Norrington’s black heart!

TBC