Power Over Honor
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,550
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9
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Currently Reading:
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Power Over Honor
Title: Power Over Honor
Author: SkyFire
Pairing: Norrington/Gov. Swann
Rating: R
Summary: The end scene of the movie leave the governor feeling rather dissatisfied. The result of that dissatisfaction lands squarely on Norrington.
Warnings: evil!GovernorSwann. Non-con. PWP?/Work in Progress?
Author's Notes:
1) Inspired by a discussion on odd pairings on a mailing list I'm on. The evil!plotbunnies took one look at this one and ran with it. Apologies to fans of gov. Swann! :oP
2) Feedback & ideas are appreciated and very welcome! Flames, however, will be laughed at, forwarded to the gods of Catastrophic Computer Failure, then deleted.
Disclaimer: No, I'm not making money, and No, they're not mine. BUT I might just have to borrow them for a while; take them out for a spin, some torture, h/c, rum, angst, and a few laughs. Borrow. Really. With every intention of giving them back.... sooner or later... ;oP
*****
Power Over Honor
by SkyFire
"Commodore Norrington," Governor Swann said as they left the courtyard where *Captain* Jack Sparrow had dangled briefly before his escape.
"Governor Swann?" came the reply.
"This whole scene has left me feeling rather dissatisfied, Commodore," he said, barely glancing to the officer before returning his gaze to the sea, where a set of black sails was just slipping away around the curve of the island. "I would like to speak with you later, if you have time."
Norrington nodded. The events of the last hour had left a bad taste in his mouth as well. "We can go to my office now, if you wish, sir," he offered.
Swann shook his bewigged head. "No. Not now. And not here. Shall we say midafternoon, at my home?"
Norrington nodded again. "I will clear my schedule, sir."
***
It was later that day. The two men stood in front of the desk in the governor's study in his home. The door was closed, the servants ordered not to disturb them during their meeting.
Norrington hadn't thought anything of the orders at the time. Now he wished he had.
Norrington swallowed drily. Surely, the governor *couldn't* mean-- But upon replaying the man's last words, he found that they left no means of drawing any other conclusion than the one he had already arrived at. This was certainly *not* what he had expected when the governor expressed his dissatisfaction earlier! He cleared his throat, an unconscious, nervous gesture. "Sir, surely you aren't suggesting... This is most inappropriate!"
The governor's face darkened with the beginnings of anger. "I know what I said, Commodore, and I expect obedience."
Feeling trapped, an emotion he was *not* used to, Norrington looked away. He looked to the windows, the bookcases, the fine paintings on the walls, the fine carpets and rugs on the floor -- anywhere but at the man before him; the sudden stranger.
"But--"
"Commodore, might I remind you that, while you might presume to go against my wishes --and even issue me orders!-- during times of armed conflict, at *all* other times, my rank is *far* above yours." A short pause, lips twisting upwards slightly in a parody of a grin. "You might hold the military power in these parts, my boy, but *I* hold the political, and my reach is longer than you seem to think. So unless you *wish* to find yourself demoted -- and posted on *permanent* latrine duty -- you will obey me, promptly."
The evil grin was out now in full force. It was the grin, Norrington thought in distaste, of a bully. A man who would use his power not so much to aid as to dominate. The grin of the power-hungry.
"Now, I believe I gave you an order. Do I have to repeat it?"
"No, sir," came the faint reply. What else could he say? And what could he do but obey?
By the tie Norrington sank down to his knees on the richly-colored rug, Governor Swann had managed to undo hacesaces enough that the palefaced Commodore was greeted with the sight of the other man's flushed, erect flesh.
//What am I doing?!// he screamed internally. //I am no sodomite! I cannot do this!// But if he didn't... Would Governor Swann follow through with his threat? With a sinking feeling, he remembered the power-hungry gleam in the other's eyes. He would.
From above, the governor made an impatient sound. "Well?" he said shortly. "Get on with it!"
A quick, unhappy glance up, then back at the... task in question. A small grimace of distaste, then he bent forward slowly, choking back nausea as he did, seeing the... flesh... getting closer and closer...
//I cannot do this!// the inner voice screamed. //Not like this! How can he demand this of me?//
Norrington shuddered when his lips brushed against the soft skin for the first time, did his best to ignore the hand that landed on his shoulder, the small, pleased sound from above, the scent of the thing.
Though the face he turned to the world in general was frosty and aloof, James had always considered himself a bit of a romantic. His love for Elizabeth, for example, was a romantic love, if not yet a passionate one.
But this.
*This* offended every sense he had.
The hard, leaking flesh nudged his face as the governor moved closer. "Suck. Now," came the order from above.
Stomach twisting unhappily in him him, he reluctantly opened his mouth, only to have it filled immediately as the governor seized the opportunity, then began to thrust.
The hand on his shoulder moved to his head, quickly joined by its mate. Together, they positioned him, kept him from pulling away. Face and lips aching from the unaccustomed action, Norrington fought back against the *need* to gag with every unwelcome thrust.
An image of a similar scene flashed in his mind's eye; night, an alley by the docks. A woman on her knees before a sailor, earning a few scant coins.
The form of payment was different, but the feeling was the same.
//Whore.//
Unable to do aught else, Norrington closed distressed green eyes and prayed to every god he had ever heard of that this ordeal would soon be over.
***
Governor Swann finished tying up his laces, then frowned as he looked over to see Norrington still kneeling hunched over the wastebasket, body convulsing as he vomited.
"Come now, Commodore," he chided. "You and I both know that you could not have risen so quickly in the ranks *without* bedding your superiors. So decist with the melodrama."
But Norrington could not stop heaving.
Indeed, the governor's words only sent a new wave of nausea surging through him. How could the man assume such a thing about him? He had *never* behaved in an even slightly dishonorable manner around *anyone*, let alone bought his rank as was suggested. He had earned it rightfully, through his years of hard work and diligence.
The governor sighed in annoyance. "Are you unwell, perhaps?" he queried, unsurprised when he got no reply from the vomiting officer. Another sigh. "You must tell me if you are feeling unwell, ntimetime," he said sternly. "I would not want to catch it."
Norrington, leaning shakily upon the wastebasket, gasping for breath, covered in cold sweat, heard the governor's words, felt disgust, fear, and yes, more nausea surge through him.
He, who over the course of his career had weathered countless storms at sea, faced hundreds of vicious, unscrupulous pirates, who had recently faced *undead* pirates, felt himself start to shake helplessly at the other man's casual mention of 'next time'.
//I cannot do this again,// he thought to himself. //I am neither whore, not sodomite. I *cannot* do that again.// He grit his teeth, shored up his resolve; he'd need every bit of it to follow through with his new decision. //I *will* not.//
Annoyed by the man's silence, and yet relieved that he had finally stopped heaving, Swann spoke. "You are dismissed," he said simply. "I rather enjoyed that, but next time, I will *expect* a better performance from you."
Holding back his renewed nausea with an effort of will, it was all Norrington could do to salute briefly, blank-faced, then take his leave.
The End? TBC?
Like it? Have ideas? Suggestions? Let me know; the plotbunnies and I would love to hear from you! Review! :oD
Author: SkyFire
Pairing: Norrington/Gov. Swann
Rating: R
Summary: The end scene of the movie leave the governor feeling rather dissatisfied. The result of that dissatisfaction lands squarely on Norrington.
Warnings: evil!GovernorSwann. Non-con. PWP?/Work in Progress?
Author's Notes:
1) Inspired by a discussion on odd pairings on a mailing list I'm on. The evil!plotbunnies took one look at this one and ran with it. Apologies to fans of gov. Swann! :oP
2) Feedback & ideas are appreciated and very welcome! Flames, however, will be laughed at, forwarded to the gods of Catastrophic Computer Failure, then deleted.
Disclaimer: No, I'm not making money, and No, they're not mine. BUT I might just have to borrow them for a while; take them out for a spin, some torture, h/c, rum, angst, and a few laughs. Borrow. Really. With every intention of giving them back.... sooner or later... ;oP
*****
Power Over Honor
by SkyFire
"Commodore Norrington," Governor Swann said as they left the courtyard where *Captain* Jack Sparrow had dangled briefly before his escape.
"Governor Swann?" came the reply.
"This whole scene has left me feeling rather dissatisfied, Commodore," he said, barely glancing to the officer before returning his gaze to the sea, where a set of black sails was just slipping away around the curve of the island. "I would like to speak with you later, if you have time."
Norrington nodded. The events of the last hour had left a bad taste in his mouth as well. "We can go to my office now, if you wish, sir," he offered.
Swann shook his bewigged head. "No. Not now. And not here. Shall we say midafternoon, at my home?"
Norrington nodded again. "I will clear my schedule, sir."
***
It was later that day. The two men stood in front of the desk in the governor's study in his home. The door was closed, the servants ordered not to disturb them during their meeting.
Norrington hadn't thought anything of the orders at the time. Now he wished he had.
Norrington swallowed drily. Surely, the governor *couldn't* mean-- But upon replaying the man's last words, he found that they left no means of drawing any other conclusion than the one he had already arrived at. This was certainly *not* what he had expected when the governor expressed his dissatisfaction earlier! He cleared his throat, an unconscious, nervous gesture. "Sir, surely you aren't suggesting... This is most inappropriate!"
The governor's face darkened with the beginnings of anger. "I know what I said, Commodore, and I expect obedience."
Feeling trapped, an emotion he was *not* used to, Norrington looked away. He looked to the windows, the bookcases, the fine paintings on the walls, the fine carpets and rugs on the floor -- anywhere but at the man before him; the sudden stranger.
"But--"
"Commodore, might I remind you that, while you might presume to go against my wishes --and even issue me orders!-- during times of armed conflict, at *all* other times, my rank is *far* above yours." A short pause, lips twisting upwards slightly in a parody of a grin. "You might hold the military power in these parts, my boy, but *I* hold the political, and my reach is longer than you seem to think. So unless you *wish* to find yourself demoted -- and posted on *permanent* latrine duty -- you will obey me, promptly."
The evil grin was out now in full force. It was the grin, Norrington thought in distaste, of a bully. A man who would use his power not so much to aid as to dominate. The grin of the power-hungry.
"Now, I believe I gave you an order. Do I have to repeat it?"
"No, sir," came the faint reply. What else could he say? And what could he do but obey?
By the tie Norrington sank down to his knees on the richly-colored rug, Governor Swann had managed to undo hacesaces enough that the palefaced Commodore was greeted with the sight of the other man's flushed, erect flesh.
//What am I doing?!// he screamed internally. //I am no sodomite! I cannot do this!// But if he didn't... Would Governor Swann follow through with his threat? With a sinking feeling, he remembered the power-hungry gleam in the other's eyes. He would.
From above, the governor made an impatient sound. "Well?" he said shortly. "Get on with it!"
A quick, unhappy glance up, then back at the... task in question. A small grimace of distaste, then he bent forward slowly, choking back nausea as he did, seeing the... flesh... getting closer and closer...
//I cannot do this!// the inner voice screamed. //Not like this! How can he demand this of me?//
Norrington shuddered when his lips brushed against the soft skin for the first time, did his best to ignore the hand that landed on his shoulder, the small, pleased sound from above, the scent of the thing.
Though the face he turned to the world in general was frosty and aloof, James had always considered himself a bit of a romantic. His love for Elizabeth, for example, was a romantic love, if not yet a passionate one.
But this.
*This* offended every sense he had.
The hard, leaking flesh nudged his face as the governor moved closer. "Suck. Now," came the order from above.
Stomach twisting unhappily in him him, he reluctantly opened his mouth, only to have it filled immediately as the governor seized the opportunity, then began to thrust.
The hand on his shoulder moved to his head, quickly joined by its mate. Together, they positioned him, kept him from pulling away. Face and lips aching from the unaccustomed action, Norrington fought back against the *need* to gag with every unwelcome thrust.
An image of a similar scene flashed in his mind's eye; night, an alley by the docks. A woman on her knees before a sailor, earning a few scant coins.
The form of payment was different, but the feeling was the same.
//Whore.//
Unable to do aught else, Norrington closed distressed green eyes and prayed to every god he had ever heard of that this ordeal would soon be over.
***
Governor Swann finished tying up his laces, then frowned as he looked over to see Norrington still kneeling hunched over the wastebasket, body convulsing as he vomited.
"Come now, Commodore," he chided. "You and I both know that you could not have risen so quickly in the ranks *without* bedding your superiors. So decist with the melodrama."
But Norrington could not stop heaving.
Indeed, the governor's words only sent a new wave of nausea surging through him. How could the man assume such a thing about him? He had *never* behaved in an even slightly dishonorable manner around *anyone*, let alone bought his rank as was suggested. He had earned it rightfully, through his years of hard work and diligence.
The governor sighed in annoyance. "Are you unwell, perhaps?" he queried, unsurprised when he got no reply from the vomiting officer. Another sigh. "You must tell me if you are feeling unwell, ntimetime," he said sternly. "I would not want to catch it."
Norrington, leaning shakily upon the wastebasket, gasping for breath, covered in cold sweat, heard the governor's words, felt disgust, fear, and yes, more nausea surge through him.
He, who over the course of his career had weathered countless storms at sea, faced hundreds of vicious, unscrupulous pirates, who had recently faced *undead* pirates, felt himself start to shake helplessly at the other man's casual mention of 'next time'.
//I cannot do this again,// he thought to himself. //I am neither whore, not sodomite. I *cannot* do that again.// He grit his teeth, shored up his resolve; he'd need every bit of it to follow through with his new decision. //I *will* not.//
Annoyed by the man's silence, and yet relieved that he had finally stopped heaving, Swann spoke. "You are dismissed," he said simply. "I rather enjoyed that, but next time, I will *expect* a better performance from you."
Holding back his renewed nausea with an effort of will, it was all Norrington could do to salute briefly, blank-faced, then take his leave.
The End? TBC?
Like it? Have ideas? Suggestions? Let me know; the plotbunnies and I would love to hear from you! Review! :oD