Mists of Insanity

Title: Pirates of the Caribbean – Mists of Insanity

Author: Orial

Summery: Post 3rd movie. Jack is still seeing things from his stay in Davy Jones’ locker, mostly copies of himself, yet there are some things that he wishes were real.

Author’s Note: UBER spoilers for Third Movie, if you don’t mind them or have seen the movie, you can read this. You have been warned

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Jack/James, Jack/Barbossa

“Well, I’d say that we’re stuck,” said Jack looking at the remains of his dingy that didn’t make it through the rough storm. The beach was warm, the coconuts plentiful, and fire was being started behind him.

“Same here…but at least we have each other!” said Jack who smiled at Jack. Jack nodded and grinned back at the handsome devil that was he. Jack, the third Jack who was making fire looked up and glared. He hated those two, they wouldn’t leave him alone, and even after all he’d been through. Then again…what he’d been through had been the reason that the copies of himself without his blue jacket had appeared; damned locker and all.

“Will you two please go away?” he grumbled working on his fire. Why couldn’t the copies of the famed Captain Jack Sparrow be useful?! Oh…right they were only hallucinations. Once again that thought ran though his mind and he forced himself to try and ignore their talking and make them disappear.

“What? You don’t want to talk to us Jack?” said Jack number one who once again found a peanut to eat.

“Rather rude I’d say. Who else are you going to talk to Captain?” asked Jack number two. Jack looked up at the other two Jacks and glared daggers.

“What I would like right now, is peace and quiet! Besides, you’re hallucinations! You aren’t really here! Why can’t I have hallucinations that actually cheer me up, instead of reminding me how very alone I am right now…like James would be nice.”

“He’s dead though, Jack.”

“Stabbed through the heart on the Flying Dutchman, you know that. Elizabeth saw it with her own two eyes.” Jack two nodded in agreement. Jack stopped in his work to light a fire and hung his head.

“He died protecting pirates. I knew he would never betray us…me. He enjoyed being a pirate. He liked the freedom it gave him. I almost wish it would have been me who was taken instead of Liz. At least then…I could have seen him one last time. And maybe I could have saved him.”

“That’s just wishful thinking, Captain. But I think that all he thought about was you at the end…” Jack two sat down next to the original Jack Sparrow and patted his shoulder. Jack nodded and looked up to see the other Jack’s gone. He laughed at himself a bit and went back to trying to light a fire.

“Yo ho…yo ho…a pirate’s life for me…” he sang under his breath to cheer himself up.

“We’re devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me hearties yo ho! Yo ho! Yo ho, a pirate’s life for me. That is your favorite line, right Jack?” Jack looked up and turned around seeing a figure stand in the shadow of the trees.

“Another hallucination…” he muttered swallowing hard. He turned back to lighting his fire, finally getting a good amount of smoke and gently put some dried grass over it and blew air to get it started. He smiled at began to feed the young flames as they grew.

“If that’s what you think, Jack…” the figure from the trees said as he walked down at sat next to Jack. “But I’m not. I’m here, right next to you.”

“Your dead…how can you be here when your body’s being eaten by fish at the bottom of the sea? You were stabbed in the heart and thrown overboard. You’re just my brain trying to trick me. Where are the other two? I’d rather have them right now.” Jack continued to not look at the man beside him, hiding his face with the shadow of the trees and by looking down into the fire.

“I’m not dead, Jack…! At least not anymore, I’m alive. I’m right here!” the man reached out to grab Jack’s arm, but Jack quickly moved away and finally met his sea green eyes.

“No! You’re dead James!” Jack’s eyes were wells of tears, glazed in the firelight. James Norrington was taken back by the utter hatred in his eyes at him. “I’m tired of this! I want everything to go away! I can deal with death in my own terms I don’t need my stupid brain making me see you! You’re not real! You’re not my Jamie…” Jack got up and held his head turning his back on James.

“Use your compass, Jack. It will show you where your heart’s desire is. If you don’t believe me then use that.”

“No! Oh no, I’m not. Because my heart’s desire right now is to believe you! And it will point to you! Not out into the ocean like it’s supposed to! No…if you’re really James, then you’ll bleed right?” James blinked in shock and got up slowly, his admiral’s jacket and clothing stained from the sea and from the blood where he was skewered.

“Jack…calm down all right…?” Jack took out a dagger and pointed it at James.

“No…if I stab you my blade will come clean, and you’ll be gone. But if you’re real, then there will be blood. There won’t be any blood though because you’re not real. Perfectly logical! Wouldn’t you agree?” Jack smiled at him moving slowly closer to the ex-navy Admiral.

“Jack…I’m real. I’m alive…!” James backed away raising his hands in defense. “Please, just trust me!”

“No! No, I’m going to prove to myself you’re dead! I can’t be lucky enough to have both of the men I love come back to life! I won’t let Davy Jones keep tormenting me like this…” Jack glared and charged, swinging his knife at James’ face. The knife hit and sent James spinning and clutching his face. Jack blinked and whipped off something that hit his face when he struck James. He looked at the red liquid on his fingers and then looked at his knife.

“I told you…I’m alive, Jack…” James turned and held his cheek, blood staining his hand from the cut. Jack looked up and stared at him his jaw slack, as the knife slid from his hand.

“James…Thank God you’re alive!” James barely had time to look up from looking at his bloodied hand before he was unceremoniously pounced upon and ravaged. James lost his balance and tumbled over into the sand, his mouth being plundered by the pirate. Digging his hands into Jack’s shoulders, he began to return the heated kiss with just as much intensity.

“Oh god Jack…” he groaned pulling at Jack Sparrow’s coat. Jack groaned and pulled at James’ jacket and shirt wanting to feel the heat coming from the man who he was sure had been dead. James winched slightly as pressure was put on his right breast but quickly kissed the infamous Jack Sparrow and pushed his jacket off, beginning to work on his belts. Jack kissed him deeply and finally tore off his shirt rubbing his chest looking down at the wound that Bootstrap Will Turner had inflicted. Winching at the sight of the wound he leaned down and kissed the scar that destroyed half of James Norrington’s right nipple.

“I never want you to go off like that again, Norrie…” Jack whispered looking into the sea green eyes of the admiral.

“I won’t, I promise.” James kissed Jack and pushed the belts and shirt off revealing the tanned skin of the pirate captain. He looked over the many tattoos that Jack had over his body, but paid special attention to the one of the sparrow flying over the setting sun. Jack groaned gutturally as James bit at the tattoo that he took his last name from. Feeling the pain from James’ clean and strong teeth, Jack smiled and roughly pushed James back into the sand straddling his hips with his legs. James looked up in question but smiled eagerly as Jack grinned back with his gold tooth shining in the sun. After all, Jack was well known for his mischievousness in bed, as well as on the sea.

“Now then…how about we make an accord right here and now, savvy?” Jack put his hands on his hips, his pants had shifted slightly, revealing a slightly less tanned and tattooed area of the famed captain of the Black Pearl. James smiled and reached for his belt and pulled it off in one swift motion.

“Of what, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow?” he asked a smirk on his face, allowing the light to show the slightly scruffy beard. Jack smiled at that, he liked James with a beard, scruffy as it was. He giggled remembering a nick name that Ragetti had given him, Scruffington.

“Just want to know if you can sail under, take orders from, and fight with Barbossa over who gets me what day of the week, again. After all I need to make sure about this sort of thing.” James blinked and frowned slightly, remembering what he had done to Jack, William and Elizabeth. He had been a fool. Taking a deep breath he smiled once again.

“You have my word, Sparrow. I will sail under a pirate captain again, and for as long as I am on this world. I’ll take orders from you, too, but I just hope I won’t be a deck swabber, I think someone with my previous station in the Navy should have some sort of consideration after all.” Jack smiled and moved down removing James’ belt quickly and smiled.

“We’ll flesh out the details after we seal the accord, savvy Admiral?” Jack shifted slightly to take off his boots and pants, and to let James get his off as well.

“Very savvy, Jack,” James pulled the tanned pirate back on top of him and kissed him deeply. Jack returned the kiss and bit at his lip, trying desperately to kick off his pants without breaking said kiss. James growled and hooked his thumbs into his pants and pushed them down, trying to get Jack to move just a bit more so he could take off his uncomfortable pants. Jack smiled and helped the ex-navy Admiral by ripping off his boots for him, biting his way down to James Norrington’s stomach.

“Mmmm…” he rumbled as he felt James’ stomach ripple at the tickling touch of his beard and his bites. He looked up and saw his lover’s head tilted back in ecstasy. James looked down and smiled watching as Jack nipped at his hips.

“Jack…” he murmured watching as the black haired pirate lord wrapped his long fingers around his shaft. Jack looked up and smiled lustfully, his eyes half closed. Almost as if reading James’ mind, Jack smiled and moved to kiss his hardening prick.

Unable to take it slow any longer, not that they were to begin with, Jack dove down upon James’ member sucking hard. James gasped and moaned loudly to the sky, the palm trees above him swaying in the breeze. Digging his fingers into the sand as Jack bobbed his head eagerly on his partner’s member, he began to buck his hips. Jack groaned and dragged his teeth gently over him and pulled away panting.

“Enough of this foreplay, I need you,” Jack panted and kissed James deeply biting his lip a bit. James kissed back and smiled his hand running down his spine and to his ass. Gently pushing a finger against his opening, he reveled in Jack’s pleasured moaning. Stretching him enough to get another finger in he prepared the infamous pirate watching his face contort at the action. Finally ready, Jack pulled off James’ fingers and positioned himself over his saliva slicked penis. Barely missing a beat, Jack pushed himself onto James his back arching as the organ pressed his prostate.

“God…!” James cried trying to keep himself from bucking at the sensation. Gritting his teeth and breathing heavily through his nose, James stilled himself so that Jack could get ‘comfy’. Finally relaxing, Jack looked down and smiled at James’ face.

“Y’look good ‘nough to eat, Jamie…” he said a quirk in his smile. James gave him a flat look and bucked his hips slightly smiling. Jack groaned at the motion and began to move. James moved against him, so that every time the pirate came down, he would thrust up hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“Oh…” James moaned loudly as he sped up. He thrashed his head from side to side in the sand at the sensations rippling through his body. He moved harder, his arms going to Jack’s thighs, digging into them leaving crescent shaped marks from his nails. Jack growled and wrapped his hands around himself squeezing and pumping to the delicious rhythm he and James were creating. Jack grabbed James’ hands and squeezed gently as he came all over his own hand.

“Aaahhh…!” James watched enthralled and with only a half a dozen more thrusts met his own end.

“God, Jack…” he murmured slumping into the sand, his hands and arms limp from his own release. Jack slumped over him slipping off of James roughly and nuzzled into his neck. James smiled and wrapped an arm around him and held him close. After a moment or two he blinked feeling something wet and cold against his skin. He looked down and noticed a tear falling from Jack’s eyes.

“Jack…?” he asked using his other hand to lift up his chin. Jack swallowed and looked up at him.

“M’afraid you’re going to disappear. That this is all just another hallucination…” Jack clung closer to James wanting to keep a hold on that solid form. James blinked and held him close kissing his head.

“I’m not going to disappear, Jack. I’m right here with you.” Jack looked up and smiled sighing contently.

“Good, because if you did and Hector got here and I was cuddling up to some log or something, I’d have a lot of explaining to do.” Jack smiled and chuckled.

“Yeah…speaking of Hector, what was that about me and him fighting over you?” James gave him a skeptical look. Jack grinned and leaned back whipping his hand off on his pants near them.

“Yep! After all I’m not going to be monogamous between you two fine men.” Jack grinned widely and James rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“You’re one of a kind, Jack. I’m sure Hector and I can come to some sort of agreement.” Jack shrugged and continued to smile.

“Well, Hector is a bit possessive of me, so I’m not going to get in the way of your negotiations. Although to tell the truth, I don’t think he ever liked you very much…” Jack said in a whisper, as if Hector Barbossa was right there. James groaned and shook his head.

“Go to sleep Jack, all right?” James said smiling loving at him.

“All right, fine…” Jack sulked and cuddled up closer to James glancing over at Jack one and Jack two who were watching.

“Nice…why can’t we get any like that?” asked Jack one. Jack two shrugged.

“Dunno, guess he doesn’t want it to get crowded, don’t want to overwhelm Jamie now do we?” The two giggled and Jack ignored them blissfully, falling asleep next to his navy admiral.