Forced By Circumstance

Title: Forced By Circumstance

Author: L

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Rating: NC-17 (Slash /Non-Con : J/N)

Disclaimer:COPYRIGHT 2003: Characters from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean are not my creation and I can not claim copyright on them. All other characters are my creation and I hold rights to them and on the plot of this story.

Note: /.../ Denotes inner thoughts.

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"It’s a pirate's life for me....."

Jack Sparrow, the notorious pirate captain, sat reclined on the narrow bunk behind a row of iron bars. His battered and abused hat was pulled low over his face in a appearance of nonchalance, a carefree attitude in the face of his coming tribulations. His voice rose in the silence as he sang the last words of the song, Elizabeth’s pirate song.

Even knowing he was to meet the hang man’s noose with the dawn, his lips twitched and turned up into a smile. There certainly was no living with the woman, with Elizabeth Swann, and he thought it was more than fitting that she end up anchored to Commodore Norrington.

Will, on the other hand, he knew was suffering the ravages of a lost love. And that was just fine with Jack. Time would see his friend over the wench and moving onto another. Will would forget her and then maybe he could...

Quickly he banished that thought form his mind trying to blink away the image of his limp body swinging from the noose in the courtyard and the bitterness that it inspired. He would never have his chance to find what mettle of man Will was. Sparrow pushed his attraction for Bill ‘Bootstrap’ Turner's whelp away, finding he hadn’t the heart for it now, that it only lead to regret. Pirates, and especially Jack Sparrow, never had regrets. He gave a bored sigh and lightly knocked his head against the smooth rock wall at his back..

/A pirate's life for me..../

Click...Click...Click....

The footfalls caught Jack’s ear almost expectantly filling him with a sense of resolute peace. He saw death as nothing more, nothing less, than what his life upon the sea had been. An adventure.

"Your circumstances amuse you?" Came the growl across to him. Cutting his darkly lined eyes to the bars, he pushed his hat back in place showing off the brightly colored beads plaited into the nea near his face. Twisting on the cot, he stared at his captor, his judge, his executioner. Norrington.

He seemed to consider the other man’s words, tilting his head as if he was in deep thought, his eyes rolling slightly in his head. Finally, he simply shrugged not giving the other man the benefit of his disgust.

"Well, I must admit, it highly amuses me. Jack Sparrow will be wiped from the earth tomorrow and so much the better," Norrington crowed, his lips twisted in a vile smile.

/Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow!/

"Aye. Wiped from the earth. But I’ve bested you once Commodore, don’t be so certain I won’t again." Jack smirked, standing and moving towards his antagonist.

"Bastard!" Hissing, Norrington’s visage contorted with molten rage, blood rushing into his face turning his cheeks near purple.

"Quite." On Jack spurred the man, determined to push him to the very brink of sanity.

"I’ll have the tongue from your dead lifeless head!" His hands came up, trembling in a white knuckled grasp of the cell bars. Norrington's lips curled back sporting the predatory nature that was so clear even underneath his civilized guise.

"Truly?" Jack gave a bark of wild laughter, almost profane in his pitch. "And just what, pray, tell will you do with such a wicked tongue." And for emphases his tongue snaked from his mouth and wagged in front of the other man.

"To hell with you, Sparrow!" He screamed, knowing he could not win a war of words, a war of obscenity, with this man. Jack Sparrow was a pirate and he a gentleman, or so he thought.

"Soon enough ... but first I’ll have from you the intentions for my tongue, Commodore." He continued not letting up even when he saw the sanity finally fleeing Norrington’s eyes.

"I’ll shove it up you arse!" And with that he turned and shoved at the two men standing guard behind him, grabbing the cell’s keys in the act. "Out!"

Both men stumbled backwards turning a curious gaze to one another. They fled quick enough knowing that Norrington was not a man to be crossed in his anger.

The commodore turned and slammed the key into the lock so hard Jack was certain it would splinter into flying metal shards. His ears attuned to the fleeing guards, the sound echoing through the near empty prison, all the while thinking that perhaps they would bring the governor and that perhaps Norrington would be caught in the act of throttling him denying the whole of Port Royal the enjoyment of seeing him swing. An occurrence governor Swann would not be pleased with.

"And so now tis my arse that deserves your attention? Jack shuffled backwards as the door flew open watching as Norrington rushed in, the man’s hands like claws and teethed bared for attack. And just as Jack knew he would, strong callous free hands wrapped around his throat and squeezed mercilessly. Pushing, Pushing...Jack felt himself forced back against the cool stone wall colliding hard with it. It would have knocked him senseless if not for the swimming blackness already collecting at the corners of his eyes, the life being choked from him. "End it," came the barely audible croak from the pirate.


Norrington seeto gto grasp some measure of control then and took stock of the situation. His hands lessened around the tanned flesh that was quickly turning a bluish purple tint. "Nay. I’ll not kill you here, pirate, but I will break you," he promised, thinking to demoralize the prisoner as he had never done another before.

Jack doubled against the wall, his hands raising to his neck, as a fit of coughing overtook him. Disappointed anger surged up in him and he thought to have his revenge against Norrington then. Revenge for being captured not once, but twice by the man. Revenge for his lack of conviction in dealing him death. Head down, he charged forward shoving the other man back against the cell bars.

"Should have killed me," he gasped with a hard landed punch to the commodore’s mid section. The other man bent forward, a thick grunt purging from his throat.

"You’ll have your death soon..." He screeched shoving his head upwards just as Jack had turned his down to survey his handy work. The impact caught the pirate squarely in the chin sending a spray of blood forward from a rent in his lip.

"Hades!" Sparrow howled, the rip in his lip sending a shower of crimson droplets ahead of him.

Norrington felt the smattering of blood across his cheeks and nose, a particle landing at the corner of his mouth. He stilled as Jack stumbled a step back. Before he could stop himself, his tongue was sampling the metallic syrup. And, in a flash, his blood was infused with a fire that he would deny until his dying breath, fire that forged straight to his groin. The fire was lust as he had never felt it before.

Swiping at his blood drenched beard, he ignored the man that had delivered the blow. He instead worried over the result of the injury, thinking it could detract from his male beauty, the allure of his Adonis like face.

Straightening to his full height, Norrington had enough of the fist to cuffs with the pirate and was more than ready to fulfill his earlier promise to Sparrow. He would break the man, humiliate him, strip him of dignity. Stepping behind Jack, the commodore unsheathed a small dagger that had remained forgotten until that moment. Pulling the smooth flawless metal from behind his back, he pressed the blade to Jack’s throat, pressed it to the pulse point just below his jaw. "To the wall with you, pirate."

Cutting his eyes to the side, he hesitated still nursing his mangled lip. He had a blossoming idea what Norrington had planned for him and, with a barely perceptible shrug, he took his position facing the wall, the dagger digging ruthlessly into his skin.

"I will see you broken, Sparrow. I’ll see you crushed below my boot heel before you swing from the gallows," he whispered near Jack’s ear as he grasped him with his free hand at the scruff of his neck and shoved the pirate's bearded face forcefully against the damp stones, his uniformed body pressing hard into the other man’s back.

Jack remained still, his body tense for another attack. And when it came, it was just as he suspected. The honorable commodore, up holder of the Queen’s law, was on the verge of ravishing him. "Think to take me good, aye?"

At Sparrow’s back a soft groan left the commodore’s lips as his thickening erection was trapped between him and the pirate. Rubbing ever so slowly at Jack’s rear quarter’s, he sought the lightening like friction that lent resolve to his next actions. "Aye. And watch you cry like a virginal sow."

Putting space between them, Norrington dropped the knife and with a flick of his wrist had slit Jack’s trousers from the waistband downwards revealing palepale skin below, revealing the lean flesh of the pirate’s ass.

"Does Miss Swann know you have a liking for men?" Jack questioned, knowing he was adding fuel to the fire, but he couldn’t force himself to care. Norrington would get neither tears, nor begging from him.

He need not worry about what Elizabeth would think, what she would feel about what he was doing. In a maniacal sort of way he saw this as his duty, his right, that such a thing would never be held against him even if it were discovered. "Elizabeth will know what I want her to know, believe what I want her to. Nothing more."

In that moment Jack actually began to feel pity for the beautiful and willful Miss Swann. The commodore would do his damndest to break her too, break her spirit and keep her caged. She would be a trinket, a plaything, one to entertain hiviouvious dementia. "She’ll run from you. Run right into Turner’s arms," he theorized as he arched his body against the wall, presenting his rear more fully, determined that Norrington know he didn’t fear what was happening.

"I’ll kill her first," he hissed, ripping at the ivory buttons securing the front of his trousers.

"Careful, Commodore, she may just kill you."

The pirate had snapped the last straw of Norrington’s tolerance. Shoving his hand into the buff colored trousers, he drew forth his fully erect shaft, stroking himself for several long seconds, stroking himself as he stilled the twist of his gut, pushed away any thread of decency that may still have remained. And then his attention went back to Jack’s bared posterior. With a lecherous smirk he replaced the dagger at the other man’s throat and poised himself to enter his enemy.

Jack’s jaw clenched tight in preparation knowing the burning, stabbing pain to come. "Go ahead. Bugger me and be done with it," he laughed, wishing he could turn and spit in the Commodore’s leering face.

With the pirate's words, he pushed forward, straining against the resistance of the other man’s body, forcing his way into the overly tight portal.

Biting down into the soft swollenness of his injured lip, Jack began to taste the coppery liquor of his own blood. He kept his mind squarely upon that and bit even harder until the blood was again flowing freely. The ache of his body, the tearing of that sensitive tissue was far away and kept at bay by an even sharper pain.

Shoving himself more fully into the warm tight channel before him, Norrington began to thrust, setting a punishing rhythm. His control was sorely tapped then, noting the vast difference in the feel of a willing partner and a forced antagonist. There was the silent rejection of his invasion, clenched muscles, ripping of skin, and then the scent of Sparrow’s blood hit him. With a heavy groan he bucked into the other man a last time and spilled his heated essence into the pirate's resisting form. But as his body tensed and found release, he neglected to apply the dagger and it fell to the sandy floor from slack fingers. "Heaven."

Slithering down the wall as the commodore loosed his hold and retreated, Jack grasp the hilt of the dagger. "Hell, savvy?" He roared, raising as he twisted around. The blade met its mark and a smooth furrow opened up across Norrington’s throat sending a fountain of gore arcing into the air. It was Sparrow’s turn to be bathed in the blood of his enemy and with it came a deep seeded satisfaction.

The commodore’s mouth worked wordlessly trying to scream his horror. Eye widened and quickly glazed in the grips of death. His final breath was a watery sounding affair, gurgling and wheezing.

Jack grimaced as Norrington fell to the floor. Dead. Dropping the knife, he eased to the floor beside the man and smiled, his abused lips closing over death’s own bounty. "Hell," he repeated delivering the final insult.

"Jack?"

The pirate cut his eyes upwards and froze. There he stood. His friend. His love. Will Turner.