A Slight Counterblow

A/N: - this was written in about an hour, I'm not sure when it's set (er, presumably *before* Jones' death?) just think of it as a really LONG drabble :)

A Slight Counterblow

"Sick of it, absolutely *sick* of it" Norrington growled as he stormed into the great room, flinging off the tricorner hat he was forced to wear as he all but threw himself into his seat. The comfortable chair scraped backwards with a dull but penetrating sound at the force of it, one long leg stretched the canvas of his breeches taunt as he threw it over the arm of the chair. He glanced over at the crystalline bottles and decanters that held some of the finest spirits on board...no...no that was always a temptation nowadays but he knew *exactly* where drink led now, he had no desire to slake his curiosity any further,

"Any reason for your good humour, lad? Or are you just glad to be alive?" The accent, thick and made a little richer by humour, drew Norringtons gaze like a dart. Jones sat opposite him, the high back and sides of the leather smoking chair he'd been sitting in had helped hide him from view. The newly instated Admiral had found it odd - when he'd had time to himself to think in the small hours of the night - that such an...aquatic creature as Davy Jones would sit so very close to the fire...his peg leg and ragged booted foot were practically *in* the fire grate,

"Beckett" He said shortly, too angry to bother adjusting his position to something a little more formal...Jones didn't seem to mind, grinning at him around his pipe,

"Ah...he has you by the strings, then, as surely as he has me" The pirate Captain seemed quite amused by the situation, taking out that infernal pipe - Norrington *loathed* that pipe, it stank for starters...that it made him wonder as to the texture of Jones' lower lip was also a constant nagging worry, an officer should not think on such things - and tapping it out over the arm of the chair, ignoring the smouldering tobacco that ate into the fine Persian carpet beneath,

"I sail my own course" Norrington said sharply as Jones rose to his feet, limping with a little less aggression than usual towards the alcohol cabinet behind him,
"Of course you do...*Admiral*" The word was emphasised as one of the pirate Captains many tentacles snatched off the bleached white wig from Norringtons head. James sprang to his feet, moving round the chair, his temper frayed enough as it was without this oceanic beast teasing him. He was stopped by a clawed hand slamming into his chest - not hard enough to hurt, just enough to wind him - as Jones looked at the wig with utter disgust in his expression, turning it this way and that. Norringtons jaw clenched but he refused to let his own emotions show on his face as three of Jones' tentacles reached out to him, seeming to settle in their never ending gentle undulations against his shoulders, "why do they make you wear this infernal thing?" He asked, throwing the wig carelessly over his shoulder...when it hit the floor it stayed that shape,

"His majesties Navy prides itself on smartness and formality" The Admiral quoted from memory, the same sentence in fact that had been told to him when he had first questioned the significance of such a scratchy thing. He flinched back a little - only to be kept in place by a tentacle curling under his chin - as Jones started to take out the pins that kept Norringtons dark chocolate hair down beneath the wig,

"You parrot it well" Jones said in a distant tone, scowling in concentration as each tiny, painstakingly placed pin was removed and thrown back over his shoulder to meet with the wig and scatter about...or stick in the stiff white material, "but is that what you think?"

"My opinion is of that of his Majesty the King"

"But I thought you sailed your own course?" Jones' smile irritated the living daylights out of Norrington and his dark eyes narrowed...however...James wasn't quite as furious as he had been when first entering the great room, he breathed a soft laugh and shook his head, untangling himself from the tentacles - cool and a little sticky - before turning away, "Men in power lay traps like that to capture a soul and bind him to himself as surely as I bind crew to my ship" Jones said in an offhand manner,

"Oh *indeed*" Norrington scoffed, shaking his head and nearly jumping out of his skin in surprise when his soft hair brushed against his cheek, having forgotten for the moment that it was down, "because you're intentions are so obviously honourable and pure. Saving the common man from being *bound* to service to his King?" He asked mockingly,

"Be careful where your words tread, Admiral Norrington" Jones warned in a low growl, turning side on to him as if to draw his sword but Norrington ignored him, sick of being taken for granted, of not being heard...and Jones was useful to take it out on,

"Why? Rather than service to the King, decent pay and a safe place to sleep you would have it that a man binds himself to you?" He made a dismissive gesture with one arm, sharp and disdainful, "a man who's too cowardly to even let himself fall in love-"

"You go to FAR!" Jones growled dangerously as he stalked forwards. Norrington stepped back quickly, scrambling for his sword but by the time his hand had wrapped around the hilt there was no longer enough room to draw...he wasn't entirely sure there would have been much use for it anyway,

"Have you ever felt the sting of your own mortality, James Norrington?" Jones spat, "have you ever seen Death and wished for a way to shield yourself from him?" He growled, pinning him against the wall with his body, not hard at all, just enough to keep him there. James looked into startlingly blue eyes as their chests brushed together, heaving with frightened and angry breath respectively,

"Please" Norrington moved to clap a hand over his traitorous mouth. Where had that *moan* come from? Jones moved with deceptive speed, taking hold of his wrist in a crab claw that he had seen snap steel and pinning it to the wall above his head. He couldn't, he just *couldn't* look up into those penetrating blue eyes, "Jones-" He was cut off as his chin was jerked up and he was *forced* to look into those eyes - eyes that were usually the same crystalline blue as the sky at first light were now as dark as the sea had ever been. James had but a moment to draw breath before they were kissing - neither would ever be sure of who started it - and he heard himself moan into it, opening himself to the probing tongue that had pressed so very lightly against his lips despite the ferocity of the kiss. Their tongues duelled slickly, more whimpering noises escaping the Admiral, even as Norrington reached up to press his free hand against the ship-work hardened muscles on Jones' chest,

"Spread for me" Jones growled into his mouth. It took a moment for Norringtons shocked mind to understand and comply, Jones' free hand running down the firm muscles of his thigh as he shifted. The pirate Captains grip on his thigh changed and coaxed - almost gently - Norrington into lifting it up, hooking round Jones' waist. Norrington growled in reply as his other wrist was released using both hands to tear at Jones' shirt even as the other man hooked his now free crab claw beneath the stiff leather of Norringtons belt and - the door clicked open. Both men froze, breaking the kiss and staring at each other with a still heated gaze. James didn't dare breathe but could feel Jones' chest pressing against his own with ragged if not silent breathing,

"Ah...I should have known" A voice, familiar and instantly chilling, spoke up and Norrington pressed his forehead against the base of Jones' throat in embarrassment, his leg unhooking slowly though the Pirate Captain did not move an inch in return, "please...don't stop on my account" Cutler Beckett sat down behind them, directly in Norringtons line of sight, his movements all grace and elegance, his voice as deceptively soft as usual. Amusement and something...darker danced in the back of his eyes. The two men stayed stock still - Norrington half way through ripping open Jones' shirt and Davys claw all but slicing through the other mans belt but paused on that last little thread, "well?" Beckett purred, turning away slightly to pour himself a snifter of something alcoholic and sickly sweet by the smell that drifted towards the pair. Norrington turned to look at Jones and...was surprised nearly out of himself when he saw the slightly questioning look on the pirate Captains face...was Jones, scourge of the sea, murderer of thousands, purveyor of souls...was asking *his* permission? Unconsciously Norrington returned the questioning look and Jones shrugged, just the tiniest lift of one shoulder. Slowly, Norrington returned to the kiss they had been sharing, almost able to *feel* Jones' surprise before he pulled away enough to whisper in the vicinity of what should have been the Pirate Captains ear,

"Once started, I rarely stop" He caught Becketts gaze and held it, barely seeing him as he felt Jones sever the last strand on his belt, a cool, slightly damp hand reaching down the front of his breeches, "oh god" He whispered softly, biting his lower lip, feeling the hand tighten and relax reflexively. He was never sure afterwards how it happened but in a flurry of movement he was span round, his front now facing Lord Cutler Beckett and Jones standing behind him,

"We would not deprive our generous Beckett of a show now would we?" Jones purred in his ear, the sarcasm clear even through the thickness of lust. Norrington closed his eyes, willing away the blush on his face, turning his head to one side so his cheek rested on one of Jones' shoulders. Here he stood, utterly exposed between two villains, his breeches open and slowly making their way towards his ankles and his cock - which had never once wavered - firmly grasped in Jones' teasing hand, the tentacled finger curling up and around the head of it, feeling like a thousand tiny cold kisses that were destined to drive him mad. Norrington was glad of Jones’ crab claw around his waist, keeping him upright, when his hand started to move, slowly, teasing…cruel…

“Faster, Jones….*please*” He heard himself whine, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord into that cool, firm hand, the gentle kiss of his white cotton shirt against his now completely bare ass at odds with the coarseness of Jones’ clothes,

“What? And have done so soon?” Beckett asked. Jones glanced over to him, his face unreadable, “slowly, Jones, we wouldn’t want to finish quickly now would we?” He asked, a slight smile curling the corner of his mouth as he tipped back the snifter of alcohol. Jones growled a sigh, turning his attention back to Norrington. Much as he hated the two ‘stiff-upper-lip’, tight arsed, formal as hell bastards that were controlling him, at least Norrington took him seriously. James shuddered, his hips forced to keep still suddenly, the rhythm that he’d been grinding taken from him by the strength of Jones’ arm. He bit back a groan at the torturously slow pace, shivering as the tentacles of the Pirate Captains beard pressed cold little kisses over his neck and collarbones burrowing beneath his shirt and heading at a distressing rate towards his already tightened nipples, leaving tiny sucking marks in their wake, “And, Admiral, I suggest you go about it a little more quietly than you have been" Becketts soft, cultured voice broke through the haze and Norrington opened his eyes, seeing the smaller man much, *much* closer than he had first expected, "after all, there *are* armed men on the door" A tiny smile pulled at the corner of that full mouth and Norrington realised Beckett was slowly rising up to meet him as he leant down. Norrington commanded the kiss – unlike Jones, Beckett was yielding, if only slightly, to his dominance. The Admiral smiled into Becketts mouth, carefully untangling himself from Jones’ grip and manoeuvring them round, trying to achieve the same speedy movement that the Pirate Captain had displayed. The kiss broke as Becketts back came in contact with Jones’ chest, now lodged firmly between both Norrington and the Captain Beckett looked small and ever so slightly fearful,

“What-“

“Time for a little light vengeance, wouldn’t you agree Captain?” Norrington asked, glancing up at Jones,

“Quite, Admiral Norrington” The other man replied with a short barking laugh before leaning down enough to whisper in Becketts ear, “but probably something his lordship will enjoy” Beckett shivered between them, struggling weakly to get free before Norrington caught his mouth with his own once more,

“Stop” He breathed, moaning wantonly as Jones bit the soft lobe of his ear, sucking the soft flesh in lieu of a never-to-be-spoken apology,

“Make us” Norrington challenged in reply, his hands roughly ripping off the fancy frock coat. Hearing cloth tear and sure it wasn’t himself doing the damage James glanced up to see Jones meticulously cutting open the back of Becketts waistcoat. There was an unspoken race between the three of them to get rid of Becketts breeches and within a moment they were gone, torn in a dozen places and abandoned dangerously close to the fire,

“Who would have thought Lord Cutler Beckett would moan like some harbour side whore?” Jones said as Beckett did just that, writhing between Norringtons hand, slowly making its way down his torso, and the kisses that Jones was pressing down his back. Norrington pulled away slightly, suckling at Becketts lower lip as their hips ground together, stiff cocks grinding together with delicious friction. He was surprised by a deep moan issuing out of the smaller man and pulled away to look at his (rather pretty if Norrington was honest at all) face. Becketts eyes were screwed shut, his lips, full with kissing, were slightly parted and his head tipped back slightly as pleasure made him shake. Glancing over Becketts shoulder, James could see the Captain down on his knees, unsure of what he was doing Norrington shrugged and set to work on the pale column of flesh that Beckett had unwittingly exposed to him,

“Jones!” Beckett said, his cultured tones strangled with pleasure as he wove soft, gentleman’s hands into Norringtons hair, encouraging him to keep sucking and nipping at the tender hollow of skin at the base of his throat, “get *on* with it!” Behind him Jones chuckled wickedly, tentacles slowly pulling apart the pert globes of Becketts ass and probing at the heated fold within. One tentacle slid forward, pressing and rubbing against *that* spot just behind Becketts balls whilst the others probed at his entrance. Sticky tentacles slowly slid into him as Becketts free hand wrapped around Norringtons cock, squeezing just a little accidentally and causing Norrington to moan in reply. Despite his shaking hands and the little lights that were dancing behind his eyelids, Beckett managed to stroke Norringtons velvetine cock in a brutal rhythm, sweeping the soft tip of his thumb over the head of it, smearing the moisture that had collected there. The sticky tentacles moved deeper inside of Beckett, stretching him as they undulated against each other, finding the little nub of nerves that nearly made the Lord scream, “God!” Beckett let out a moan at about the same time as Norrington, “move” He shoved Norrington back, bending over at the waist and pushing himself back into the pirate Captain,

“Greedy, don’t you think?” Jones chuckled maliciously, “open that pretty mouth of yours, Lord Beckett, and apologise to the Admiral as you see fit” Norrington frowned in confusion at the pirates words before looking down as his hips were grabbed in a surprisingly strong grip and he was pulled forward. One hip was released and Beckett steadied James’ cock before opening his mouth to it. Norrington groaned harshly as Beckett sucked his cock deep into his mouth, further than any wench had ever had the Admiral before. He looked down to see himself stretching Becketts mouth wide, though the Lords eyes were still shut, frowning in concentration as he whimpered around the flesh in his mouth, each little sound starting to tighten the coil of pleasure that was collecting in the base of his stomach.
Jones smirked at the soft whimpers he was coaxing out of Beckett before he rose once more to his feet, the tentacles sliding out of Becketts ass leaving a slimy clear trail behind them. With quick movements the pirate pulled his aching cock out of its confines and bared his teeth, clenching them together to try and hold back the moan that wanted out as he sank himself slowly into Becketts hot, sucking channel. He didn't dare look down to where his cock was disappearing into the other man, knowing he would loose himself to quickly as he did so. He looked up from the writhing back and pale muscles instead, realising what a mistake that was as he saw the torturous bliss written across Norringtons face. The admiral had never looked so...beautiful. His head was tilted back, dark hair falling to just past his neck, elegant curls of it sticking to his sweat shined skin. Muscles flexed beneath alabaster skin as Norringtons hips pumped his cock in and out of Becketts taunt mouth, one work roughened hand keeping the Lords head still, the other – and here Jones was surprised at the forgiveness of the merciful gesture – gently stroking Becketts cheek in encouragement. To make sure the smallest of them didn’t forget what was happening Jones slapped a hand against Becketts ass hard enough to leave a bruise before withdrawing and ramming his cock into him *hard*. Beckett groaned at the rough treatment, his soft voice uncommonly loud with the noise, causing Norrington to shudder and bit his full, slightly swollen, lower lip in order to hold back a cry at the vibrations, dark eyes shutting against a torrent of sudden pleasure. Jones endeavoured to make Beckett moan again, just to see that look on Norringtons face. He set up a hard pace, his crab claw clenched over one of Becketts hips, his free hand reaching down to furiously stroke the smaller mans cock, the moans pulling free of Beckett were almost constant now and a higher contrast to the masculine groans that Norrington let spill…Norrington came first, thrusting hard into Becketts mouth, shuddering as he spilled his thick seed down the smaller mans throat, fingers clenching in his hair as James rode out the intense pleasure. Beckett followed shortly after, the feeling of being so filled overwhelming him as he tried to swallow the thick cum shooting into him and Jones’ cock striking *that* place in him at *just* the right moment sent him wailing, Norringtons flesh falling from his mouth as he shuddered and cried out. The muscles flexing so deliciously tight around him pulled Jones over the edge, he came silently, throwing his head back and swallowing down on any iota of sound that would dare to escape his control as he pumped his seed into the smaller man, looking down in time to see it overflow, Beckett incapable of holding everything that was in him. The three collapsed onto each other, close to the fire,

“What *are* you grinning at?” Beckett asked Jones suspiciously as they started to settle down. The Pirate Captain grinned broadly, looking smug and very self satisfied as he drew James closer, backing up as far as he could towards the fire without being in it,

“I was pontificating what an interesting evening this was…” The grin, somehow, managed to widen as he looked up at the young Lord, “after all, Igot to see how tight assed you really are Beckett”