A pirate's life - 5/6
Author: Daniela
Fandom: PotC: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Sparrington
Rating: NC17
Category: Angst, Adventure, Romance
Series/Sequel: Sequel to 'Stranded' and 'Me Treasure'
Summary: James seals his fate.
Warning: M/M, Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Nobody is capable of owning them.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's my treasure.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Beta: None
Released: October 2026
Word Count: 6248
No! Bugger it! James didn't savvy a thing. Certainly not the images swamping him. A woman falling off a cliff. The pirate soaking wet. Sharks feeding at... at... In despair he kept screaming at his captor until his fall was broken by the stairs to the lower deck. Ah! He clenched his jaw. How many bones were crushed? How many organs ripped? How much more could he take? Ow! There! The pirate smashed into him. "Get off of me!" He struggled against the man's stunning appeal, having the weirdest feelings due to the memories assailing him.
"I'd rather like to get off on ye," was the shameless reply.
Good heavens! Why did he feel like cuddling the bugger now? "Who are you? Bloody hell! What is happening?" he cried out. A split second later the hurricane washed over them, drowning them in its rage.
"The 'Invincible'!" Anamaria yet roared above. "She's back."
"What? Who? What is going on?" James whispered into the dreadlocks tickling his skin. A cheeky hand on his shoulder. An intoxicating breath. The sensation of relief... What is this rubbish? Whenever did those things happen? He tried holding on, plunging through the forces of nature and puzzling memories. A fight he couldn't win though. Better to let go. Drifting along the whirl of shadows and waves. Keeping his head down. Keeping alive. Good Lord! The sea. The worst beast of them all. Hadn't he escaped its cold grave only just once before? A cozy beach. Kisses. Rolling in ecstasy.... What? What! He kicked and flailed his arms. No way. This can't be real. Having such feelings for... doing those things.... Sorry, luv. That velvet voice. Floating above and around him. Wet sand lapping at his body, drowning him in oblivion. The maelstrom of sucking sensations. He couldn't scream or stay up and above. He couldn't fight the undertow pulling him down. Well, he didn't want to, did he? Easier to fall into the circle of beasts nuzzling at his flesh. Their greedy jaws. Tearing him apart. It didn't hurt though. Not the way he had expected. Not that much. Oh my. Madness.
*****
"Oh God! Don't. Watch out! For heaven's sake! No!" Tommy. Swept along by the sea. Him staggering to the rail. Ready to jump after him. Even though he knew his beloved was dead already. He did it anyway. Falling after. Not to embrace the depths of the sea but a cushioned surface. Uh... eh? He opened his eyes. Gawked. A ship's cabin. Not the pirate's though. "Bugger! What is going on ? Where am I now?" he croaked, blinded by the sun streaming in through the window. He covered his eyes with his arm and drew himself up. He howled. His rips hurt like hell. His back too.
"Easy there. Your torso is black and blue. The cuts still raw."
Not the pirate. He squinted at the company. Not a face he remembered.
"Not the man you expected, right?" A man in the uniform of the British Navy. A Commodore.
"My apologies, sir, but who are you?" He was glad he had at least a pair of breeches on. "Am I dreaming?"
"You are not. I am Commodore Preston. In command of the 'Invincible'. Your pirate friends and bastard lover are under arrest. That scum of a slave trader captain tried to escape the gallows by snitching on you, so he will die first. I only waited for you to be awake to be present at his execution."
"I do not know what and about whom you are talking? I was beaten and tortured, as you must have noticed. I am no pirate and even less a slave trader."
"If you say so." He put a golden button on his desk. "We found this in the pirate's breeches. Explain!"
"A common uniform button." He shrugged. "How is this my concern?"
"Booty from the uniform of a Commodore. None of the captured officers were of this rank."
"Even if." He seized the thing and felt its subtle pattern. A fight on a ship. The pirate's smile. Jem. He let go of the button as if it had burnt his skin. "I know nothing about it."
"So, the words 'filthy captor, slide on, make me forget what is wrong', don't mean anything to you."
"Certainly not." He trembled under the cruel stare of the man. "Whoever would... it is horrible to imagine..."
"The man who will hang shortly told me you said those vulgarities while replying to his marks of favour."
James bristled with anger. "It is obvious he lied, isn't it? Desperate to save his skin."
"I hope so, or you will be court-martialled for sodomizing with criminals."
"Sir, I will swear under oath I am innocent."
"Feel free to do so in Port Royal." Preston put the button back in his pocket. "I am off now to arrange a hanging."
"May I walk on deck?" He put his feet on the ground. "Since you want me to attend the ceremony."
"Certainly. I have enough men to keep order." Preston sneered and left the cabin.
James groaned, relieved to be alone for a bit, and rubbed his temples. His head was as bad as his ribs. At that he was at a loss of what this officer wanted from him. He didn't know him. Blimey! He didn't even know who he was. Oh? What about those memories of a cheeky brawl on a beach then? What the bloody hell indeed? What if he was guilty? As guilty as sin. Not a good man. He touched the injuries on his arms and chest. Who could he be and how did he happen to wind up here amid violent men? For what had he been punished? Did he deserve it even?
*****
On deck he didn't waste time stretching his legs. Instead, he got the permission to enter the brig. He almost didn't see the pirate hovering in the darkest corner. Gone were the typical hat and elegant boots. Though not his nonchalance. Or his attitude.
"Ah, dearie, I'm glad ye're fine," he cheered, leaning against a good-looking mate.
Ramon. One more bad lot James couldn't trust. "What happened? Where are your ship and crew? How did we wind up here?"
"On account of a hurricane. Aye. Imprisoned by bloody nature and hard lines. Can ye believe it?" said a man with a freckled face coming forward.
An older guy with a white beard was following behind him. "Bloody fate!" he grumbled, shaking his head in disbelief.
James knew their faces well. Yet he couldn't grasp how and why. His past was hidden beyond a foggy blur. Painful to even think about it.
Sparrow chuckled. "There is still hope though. Anamaria, always the smartest of us all, remained locked-in on the 'Black Pearl'."
"So what?" James snapped. "You are going to hang soon."
"Not me, but our enemy. Aren't ye glad?"
"What are you talking about?" James raked his fuzzy brains. "What have you done, for heaven's sake?"
"A trade-off with an unexpected ally. Since Wellington talked too much."
"I don't understand a word."
"You will, Co... uh... Jem."
James winced. "How do you know about that name?"
"Ye do remember then?"
James rubbed the back of his head. "Only bits and pieces." He cleared his throat. "Blood in the water. A cave. Bandages."
"Do ye now?" Sparrow smirked.
"And a beast."
"Sounds horrible."
"Not quite." James wavered. There was a feeling below his navel that was not proper or natural. A raiding sensation. The improper things Commodore Preston was accusing him of. "Is me being a pirate true?"
"I'll tell ye if ye help us escape."
"Sorry, but how should I do that? I am one man against a ship's crew. A fair trial in Port Royal sounds about right."
"Fair, eh?" Ramon rolled his eyes.
"That is the law. Justice will prevail." He turned his back on the lot and climbed up to the deck. He was finished talking rubbish. His head hurt like hell.
"Good luck with that!" Sparrow called out.
James didn't look back. Nay. He couldn't be one of them. Never. Why did he feel dead wrong then? Neither fish nor fowl. Oddly stranded. Dear Lord! He drifted to the figurehead, breathing fresh air in, fighting an overwhelming dizziness.
*****
Shortly later the British chased the pirates up on deck to watch the demise of a bugger James couldn't remember. The convict looked quite harmless in his sandy-coloured breeches and a neat waistcoat. Only the icy blue eyes were scary. Nothing of that mattered though. He didn't want to watch any hanging and even less the bodies dangling in the wind afterwards. Having their eyes picked out. Their flesh ripped off. Given that the chap couldn't even beg for mercy because his tongue had been cut out made it worse.
Commodore Preston didn't care about any of these things after having wasted manpower and time hunting down the criminals gathering around. Forced to watch what was lying ahead for them. Preston was the victor and they were the condemned.
"What about the pirates?" he dared to ask the justified enforcer.
"Them? They cut themselves some slack." Preston pointed at Ramon. "That one drew us a map to the hiding place of the kidnapped officers."
"They were pardoned then?"
"For now. We will see what the judge in Port Royal has to say in the matter."
James swallowed. Right. The law considering piracy was clear. And why does this bother me? Why should I care? Because I am one of them? For heaven's sake! Stop that! He put his arms around himself and viewed the group of criminals, man for man, and stuck to one. A creature with a face scarred by pockmarks, washed out by salt and wind. Having only one leg and eye. Sudden hate twisted his heart at the horrid sight. Made it burn. He blinked. The flash of a blade. A scream. Bloody agony. What is it, huh? Come on! Think! James bruised his temples with his palms. Almost returned to mind. But the memories faded as quickly as a dream after waking up. Once more out of his grasp. As if a heavy cloud had blocked out the sun. He turned away from the pitiable sight. Stared at the rolling sea, the distant horizon instead. Who was Tommy? And who was he? Why was he here? Which side was he on? Who was this creature making him burn with hellish hate? That stranger had endured enough, hadn't he? So, what about this feeling of missed opportunities? Of unfulfilled duties?
A hissing sound ripped him from his brooding. The cat. He flinched. The blue-eyed mute was condemned to endure a flogging to boot. Hanging him was not enough for Commodore Preston. So what? That man deserved more for all the suffering he had caused with his inhumane profession, didn't he?
Right. He should be pleased. He wasn't though. The criminal looked barely conscious. Drops of sweat and tears were running down his face. He didn't even wince at the strokes by the cat. He appeared deathlike. Oh my. James felt weird pity for this man because he couldn't remember what part he had played in his life. Had it been Sparrow who had cut out his tongue? To keep him from spilling whatever secrets? Was he able to do such a horrendous deed? He hoped not.
Finally the Commodore ordered to stop the flogging and put the rope around the man's neck. James turned and fled to the Commodore's cabin. On his way he caught a glimpse of a sorrowful looking Sparrow.
"It would have been better not to chase after us, eh?" the pirate mumbled. Those mysterious words were not meant for him but the dying criminal.
What is he sorry about? He witnesses an enemy going to Davy Jones' locker. So why making this face? Is he pretending or is his sympathy real? Who is this alleged lover? What is he capable of? What am I capable of? Exactly. My back is scarred, my body marked. For what crimes have I been flogged and cut? Am I as bad as the pirate? Destined for the noose around my neck? Another fit of dizziness washed over him, and he barely made it into the cabin and onto the bunk.
*****
He couldn't find any peace in solitude either. Constantly raking his brains about his identity and the pirate's claim, they were lovers. As insane as the idea was, he needed to know and the only person who pretended to have knowledge about his past was the pirate. As terrible as the thought was, if there was any chance to get his memory back, he needed to take it. Right. With squared shoulders he went back on deck and passed the dead body dangling in the wind. Seagulls were attacking the flesh and the eyes, screeching joyfully. Good heavens! Commodore Preston should have ordered the crew to put the body down. This was not right, no matter who this person had been. This was the deed of a savage.
"Ahoy, dearie," Sparrow cheered at James climbing down to the brig once more. "What a delightful sight ye are."
"Stop that rubbish."
"No need to get mean." Sparrow stretched his limbs. "Since I'm already doomed."
"Don't even. I am the one lost. In need of directions."
"Ah. Careful. Ye might lament about a past better not remembering," Sparrow purred, smug to the core.
James blinked. "That bad?"
Ramon chuckled. "Ye two make me feel good about me own past."
"Don't ye dare comparing yer bloody relationship with us," Sparrow teased, nudging him.
"Aye, aye, Captain," Ramon replied, tickling his ribs in return. "Even if I know ye have never been in a relationship. Were never chasing after any of yer lovers until now."
"Aye. This is the day ye caught Captain Jack Sparrow confess his feelings." He smiled and pointed at his tattoo. "Since that handshake, me hearty..."
"You are not helping," James lamented, attacked by a horrendous headache. His eyes watered and his stomach revolted. Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow!
"... I was rooting for ye… and... Hey!"
"I- I need to clear my head." James rushed out of the brig. Oh God! Holy God! He sucked a breath. His tongue and lips went numb. Shaking he staggered starboard, leaning over the rail. Don't keel over! He latched on to the wooden support while his mind flew up sailing along with the winds of the Caribbean. To an unnamed isle. A place where you can do whatever you want. Nobody saw or heard the bliss making out with... Bloody hell! He did remember now. Not everything. But enough. From the days of his troubled childhood to his engagement in Port Royal. The rescue of dear Elizabeth. Why he had ended up on his ship fighting him. Stranded with precisely the one he had wanted to turn over to the gallows. Not let him slide inside. Not acknowledge him as an equal.
Jack Sparrow. The trickiest pirate ever. Only his doings had brought him here. How could Jack have played him like this? How could he have lied to his face? How could he make him believe he was one of them? He was not. He was Commodore James Norrington. A respectable man. Engaged to Antonia Preston. The daughter of a man he despised.
Well. He had been a similar man once. Before his tumble with a pirate in which he had betrayed those beliefs. Not only I am condemnable but also a traitor. The criminal Commodore Preston had implied. He let go of the rail and sneaked off to the cabin. His future father-in-law. The man who had attended the hanging of Jack's parents. The bastard who kept Wellington's body rotten and devoured at the mainmast. Oh Lord! James drowned his face in the washbowl, rinsed his mouth, and soaked his hair. No doubt that Wellington had been evil and deserved his fate, but a proper officer should have shown decency and put the body down, shouldn't he? He looked at his hands. No ring. No promises. Not to me. That is fine. I can't sail under his colours anyway. Or can I? He entered the bunk. He didn't know what to do. And even less what to feel. Gnashing his teeth in anger but also tormented by longing he was rolling back and forth. Missing the pirate's eager tongue, violating his principles, and persuading him to a life of an outcast. A life on the run. A pirate's life.
*****
The arrival of the 'Invincible' in Port Royal was a spectacle. The entire pier was crowded with onlookers. Whether to see the descent of a British officer or the demise of an infamous pirate was the question. Oh well! James rubbed the bridge of his nose. This was bound to happen considering my misplaced decisions.
By now Commodore Preston had everyone lined up on deck. Soldiers. Pirates. Slave traders.
In between he was the odd one out, James realized, and was pondering about Patrick's bad luck to be a part of his misfortune as well.
Certainly, Jack was as cheeky as always. "Still not remembering?" he baited James, leaning into him.
"Not in the least," James said, shying away from him. He needed to prepare for a much harder challenge. Right. There he was. The one and only Admiral Thomas Mallory. Could he lie as easily to him as he had lied to Jack? Keeping up the pretence of not remembering? Hiding the bitter truth of his failures?
Next to his foster father stood Sarah. Her face was pale, her dress plain, though her kind features showed an unbroken spirit. As soon as the prisoners were walking from board, she spotted Patrick among them and ran to him. He caught his beloved wife and hugged her tight not minding the crowd gaping.
"What is going on?" snarled her father. "Why is my son-in-law among this scum?" He pointed at James then, standing in front of Jack. "As well as my son James, the fiancé of your daughter?"
Two bright red spots glowed on the cheeks of the otherwise grey face of Preston. "Sir, my apologies. I didn't know who they are. I have never met them before. They were among the pirates when we entered the 'Black Pearl'."
"As their prisoners. What were you thinking?" the Admiral bristled on. "You tarnished our family's reputation."
"I am begging your pardon, Sir." The Commodore bowed low. "But the situation is more complicated than you know. Your son implied he doesn't remember who he is or what he had done among the pirates, hence his actions until his capture are highly questionable."
"You are talking rubbish!" the Admiral disciplined him harshly. "James was on a mission to save the kidnapped officers and his ship must have been entered by the enemy." He put an arm around James' shoulders. "And now my boy has returned." He didn't mention that James had gone on this mission without his permission or knowledge.
"Have I?" James wondered, feeling like a strange breed.
"So long, dear Commodore! It was a pleasure!" Jack called out, being pushed along by soldiers.
James kept his head down. Why didn't it feel right? Why were his thoughts with Jack and the pirates? The target of his father's crusade for a decade. As well as mine, right? Indeed. I wrecked this. I didn't even point out Tommy's killer. Well. He couldn't help but feeling pity for the creature, couldn't imagine killing that at any time. Had his pain about Tommy's loss finally healed? Only to be replaced by a fresh heartache? Oh Lord! Thomas will hate me if he learns what I've done.
Sarah, finished hugging and kissing her husband, ruptured his gloom. "Dear father, can you not see James is looking quite dazed. He needs to rest and after he will tell you what had happened on his hunt. Besides my husband was also a witness, wasn't he? He will enlighten us soon."
Patrick winced.
"My daughter is right," Admiral Mallory agreed, calmer. "We will settle this matter as soon as James is fit enough and will hang those guilty of piracy as the law requires." He pulled James to a carriage.
And what will I say to that? James wondered for the third time, letting the Admiral handle him like shipped goods. Oh well. He was feeling numb. Dead tired considering the bleak future lying ahead for him. And Jack. Going to the gallows.
"I agree to put him under your supervision," Commodore Preston called after the reunited family. "For now. But neither he nor you are above the law, sir."
"Don't count on it," Sarah said, waving at him.
"Be quiet," the Admiral snapped and slammed the carriage door shut.
*****
In the privacy of James' home, the honourably Thomas Mallory was less supportive. After Patrick and Sarah had excused themselves and retired to a guestroom he started with his accusations. "I see in the way you look at people and things; you remember quite a bit. I also know now it is not the slave traders I should have been worried about. It is him. The one you said were dead."
"Indeed."
The Admiral raised both eyebrows. "You didn't even deny it? Is this the strategy you will use in a court of law."
"I have no strategy, sir. I just remembered my life."
"You didn't pretend? You did suffer a memory loss?"
"Does it matter?"
"It could be an argument for your defence."
"You wouldn't want me to be acquitted."
"How can you think that?"
"I did something you won't forgive." James pulled off his dirty breeches.
"If you are talking about that love bite at the pirate's neck..." He grimaced with disgust.
James froze. "How do you even...."
His foster father barked a sardonic laugh. "I once spotted those marks often enough on Tommy. He and you thought me blind and foolish, didn't you?"
"I... uh... right..." James shook his head. So, he and Tommy had been the foolish ones. "I met Tommy's killer."
"Are you having me on?"
"No, Sir." James slipped under the blanket. "Yet I made myself guilty by letting him live."
"Well, you weren't yourself. As soon as you have recovered-"
"Even so I won't kill him."
"You must be joking!"
"Not at all." James covered his face with the blanket. "That creature is marked for life and didn't deserve any more suffering."
Silence.
Fraught with sorrow, James recalled Tommy at the age of sixteen, bloody handsome and full of life. But Tommy in his last seconds also. The perception of coming death in his beautiful eyes. His spilled blood soaking the deck. Good heavens! Stop it! Let him go.
"I have no time to discuss this now," his foster father hissed. "I have to arrange the handling of a pirate ship and the rescue of unfortunate officers. Good and proper men."
James heard how the door to his room was opened and shut. Not slammed. Insignificant either way. The Admiral wouldn't be back to speak to him ever again. Very well then! He needed rest anyway. And he needed a plan considering a satisfactory advance. A lunge into doom if anything, but worthy the outcome. "Aye!" he mimicked Jack's lingo. "If doomed anyway make the best of it."
*****
Shady palm trees. Romping around underneath... no worries, me hearty.... At one blow James jerked out of his fantasies. Stared at the moon glaring at him through the open balcony doors. Caught up with reality in a flash. The night will be over in a few hours. Jack will hang. Get ready, bloody hell!
He jumped out of bed, washed up, and got dressed in his uniform. Finding the front door guarded by a troop of soldiers he sneaked out climbing down from his balcony. Well, he was used to sneak about like this from his time with Tommy, wasn't he? It had been his second nature. Short of breath he arrived at the prison and ordered the guard to let him through. "Admiral Mallory wants to see the pirate captain."
Startled out of his nap and scared by his poise the guard handed him the key without any backchat.
Jack crouched alone in a cell in the dingiest corner. He appeared as shiny and irresistible as ever anyway. The thought of him dying this very day was unreal. "Feeling comfortable, bloody trickster?"
"Blimey!" Jack welcomed him in high spirits. "Despite yer uniform ye look as ruffled as me. How about uncurling each other?"
"You made me believe I am like you. Why did you do that?"
"I thought ye were." Jack frowned. "Weren't we in agreement?" He jumped up, stretching, then roaming along the bars like a naughty cat. "Since when do ye remember? How long were ye pretending, eh?"
"Not your concern." James leaned in, inhaling his familiar scent.
"I never thought ye could be that wicked, Jem."
"Shut your mouth." He keyed the lock and opened the door.
Jack smiled. "Oh, Commodore? What's on yer mind? Getting off on the pirate?"
"Indeed." He raised a pair of manacles.
"Nice. I'm game, luv."
"It is no game. You betrayed and seduced me. You used me."
"Ye showed a lot of technique yerself."
"You made me your cabin boy."
"Who made who his cabin boy, eh? I was on me knees begging."
"You were not."
Jack shrugged. "Nitpicking." He jerked his hips forward and put his hands on James' arse. Oh my. And there he had it. Jack's hard-on pressed against the swell of his stomach.
Not losing his grip on the manacles James untied Jack's laces and wriggled his left hand inside the breeches. Pulled at Jack's eager flesh and was at once gifted with beads of moisture weeping on his skin. For heaven's sake! He put the glistening pearls to his lips. "Well, well. Done already, Captain?"
Jack jerked his hips in a frenzy. "Jem, darling."
James pushed him back. "As if! Turn around."
"Whatever pleases ye, luv." He spun around but kept at jerking his hips. Getting his jollies.
That lewd bugger! Even if James was taken by the shameless willingness, he kept his mind. This was a public place and his actions were madness. Right! He put the manacles on Jack's wrists.
"I didn't know ye were into this." Jack smacked his lips. "Pirate."
"Didn't you? Well, we never know everything about everyone, do we?" He embraced him from behind.
"Shiver me timbers! Go on. Make me come."
"Not yet." He stuffed Jack's leaking cock back into the breeches.
"Come on, me hearty... it's me last night." Jack nuzzled his arse against James' crotch. "Get on with it. Ouch!"
"Shut up!" He dragged Jack out and past the cells with Jack's crew members locked inside. He caught a glimpse of a curious looking Ramon stuck to the bars and a slumped Master Gibbs behind him. He scowled at the guard blocking the exit. "The Admiral is waiting to talk to this scum. He is not a patient man." The fool jumped aside and let him and Jack pass as if something like this was happening every day. Straight up? How lucky am I?
"Isn't he?" Jack played along. "Dare I ask if we're talking about a threesome? Oh my. Who would have guessed?"
"For heaven's sake! Shut up!"
*****
James had no choice but to release Jack from the manacles so he could climb up to the balcony of his room. The pirate couldn't do this without gloating. "This's a secret lovers' affair, eh?"
"A necessary precaution. Nothing else."
Jack chuckled. "Oh Commodore."
Up in the room James checked the lock of his door.
"What are yer intentions, sir?" Jack purred, stretching to his full height.
"Not what you think." James filled two mugs with rum. "Only a quick breather to figure out what I am about to do."
"Shiver me timbers!" Jack gulped his drink down, then put his hands behind his back. "Let's have a proper good-bye tumble then to make the deed worth it, savvy?"
James snorted. "You are by far the naughtiest pirate I've ever met." Thus, he put the manacles back on Jack.
"Aye. We're two peas in a pod, eh?"
"Indeed." James pulled a knotted rag from under his pillow. "Remember you asked for this."
Jack gaped. "Ye don't need that."
"No, no. We do. We don't want anybody hear you scream, do we, Captain Sparrow?" Now was it his turn to smirk. "Though thinking about your premature performance in the cell..."
"Ye like to rub that in, eh?" Jack shrugged. "Well, probably because me deck needed proper swabbing long ago."
Aw. Those dark eyes. The brilliance in them. He was stranded there forever. "Indeed. Time to shut it." He shoved the rag between the perky lips. There! This was the day. Having Jack at his mercy. Gagged. Mute. Good heavens! He was hard. Already leaking like the pirate shortly before. Time to speed things up. Time to get even. He pulled a belaying pin out from under his bed.
Jack howled into the gag.
"Don't worry. I won't torture you." James pushed him face forward onto the bed. "Much." He tore Jack's breeches down to the ankles. "Go on now. Stretch that bloody arse tight."
And look at that. Jack did. A mouth-watering sight. The best pirate indeed. Well then! With a rich zing he drove the pin over the tempting offering. "That is for lying to me." A muffled groan. Good. He did it again. "For making me doubt who I am." And again. Jack's arse was already bright pink. "You were bad." Oh my. The intended punishment turned addictive. His cock hurt badly. Zing! Yet he kept spanking the tight beauty. Taking his fill in the muffled squeals and shaking limbs. Well. Having applied the fifth stroke, he couldn't go on. He needed to touch and kiss that lovely pink flesh. He needed to be inside. He tore his uniform off exposing a mighty hard-on. Good Lord! The pressure. The neediness. Not yet though.
First, he buried his face in the alluring crack, swirling his tongue around, glorying in the wickedness. The most intimate insight.
Jack mewled his joy through the gag, rocking his hips avidly, savouring the dearest treat a man could receive. His fingers clawed his palms and his toes bent fiercely inwards. In danger to break if bent any further.
James kept soaking his enemy's hole with saliva, was licking along the crack, at the same time brushing his knuckles over Jack's taut balls. A jerk and a choked squeal were the reward. Nice! Okay. Here we go! He pushed his tongue tight against the quivering hole. Wriggling around and then inside. Only a bit though. Jack's body went rigid anyway. Ha! Well done! Now finish him. He flipped Jack around and gobbled the pirate's stone-hard cock down. Aw. Holy moly! His enemy's struggle, the kicking legs, the inability to use his hands to latch on to him or to run off his mouth was an exceptional thrill. Sucking that cock deep and rough. Not minding the man attached to it. Not minding his desperate flailing. Aw! There! He couldn't be more pleased with the spry shaft stretching his mouth, twisting and twitching, and then squirting off in a blast. How about that, pirate? He smirked saving the spicy fill and looked into those dark eyes reading nothing but utter bliss in them. Such a good boy, isn't he? Kissing the tanned cheeks, shapely nose, and flashy moustache, he was leaving distinct marks. Not in the dreadlocks though. Not today.
Having made Jack buck and shake like a thrown about jollyboat James was ready to move on. "Spread!" he snarled and slipped his cock into Jack's slicked hole. Once he was inside, he moved as slowly as he had never at past incidents. "Feel me. Feel me deep up your arse," he wheezed into Jack's face. "God help me. This is where I want to be. Need to be. Now and forever." His generous concession wrenched fiercer yet choked up sounds from the trickster. "Ah. Yes! Take that, sweetie!" Sliding in and out slow and gentle. A surf at a sun-kissed beach. Tickling the hidden spots. Rolling back and forth. And again. Feeling so much. In need to come. But not yet. Biting into Jack's cheeky nipples. Nibbling. Savouring the rummy flavour. Getting drunk on the sheer lunacy of his doings. Losing himself in the depths of that hole. Ow. His aching balls brushing against Jack's pelvis. His cock rubbing against the juicy insides. Such maddening yet unmatched sensations. So much he was close. Aw. Too close. But Jack should come first. That was in his nature. Being the victor. Right. He quickened the speed a bit and ripped the gag out.
"Jem, oh Jem. Not like this," Jack whined at once. "I need more..."
"No, no. Exactly like this," James mocked him, still going slow. A mellowed wave petering out at the shoreline. "And I decide what you need. Savvy?"
"Ah. Aye. I do." He shook and closed his eyes. "I'm with ye. I'm... shiver me timbers..." His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips.
James claimed that tongue, tended to its slipperiness and the cheeky lips. Tasted more rum as well as the desire for adventure. And freedom. He groaned and forced Jack's flexible tongue back, kissed him deep and long. Quickened his pace a bit more. Drowned himself in that rich kiss, not minding the lack of air, the lack of sense. The madness of doing this here and now.
It was Jack who broke the kiss, while thrusting his hips upwards. "Arrr! That's it, luv! Go on! Go deep!" He muffled further screams into James' shoulder, biting down hard. Was coming in long shakes, fidgeting like a fish floundering on the rod with his arse tightening like a bulging sail. Spurting his load on James' and his chests.
"Good boy. Good pirate." James slapped his arse. Once. Twice. Enjoying the delightful surrender with Jack's devotion stuck to him like a peculiar tattoo. "Now take care of me." He slipped out and got up, showing off his virility. Eager to feel that dirty mouth sucking him all the way down to the root. He wouldn't last long though.
"Aye, aye." On his knees Jack robbed towards James latching his lips and tongue to the cock. Sucking it with smacking noises. Fetching the treasure. Bouncing his head lickety-split up and down, tearing at the manacles restraining his hands. Charging all his skills into his mouth. Milking James' piece at length as if he were never allowed to do this ever again.
"Come on. Keep at it. Get your fill." James jerked his hips along, wallowing in the miracle of who did this to him and why. He growled deep in his chest, thrusting his shaft fully in, forcing Jack to stretch his mouth to the limit. "Hum, my darling pirate. You can do that, right? Hum your favourite song."
And Jack did. Hummed for his lover. Stuck to the flesh. Hummed around the neat head. To the beat of the throbbing length, with his dreadlocks bouncing up and down in sync with the catchy melody of the shanty. Yo-ho. Yo-ho.
Oh my. The vibrations. The overkill. His cock and heart burst. "Goodness gracious me!" James roared and spilled it all, floating on white-hot pleasure. The blissness of feeling full-on complete.
Jack milked him dry, falling on his back afterwards, fighting for air. "Bloody hell! Sink me!" His lips twitched into a satisfied grin.
"Don't sound so surprised." James glared at him. "I was taught well."
"Aye." Jack turned and lifted his hands. "If it pleases ye."
"Right." James set him free. "Done with that get dressed and get out."
"All right! Yet I will always remember this as the day ye broke the sincerest promise."
"Which promise should that be?"
"Seeing me hang in Port Royal."
"Well, having you still lingering around, I can always change my mind."
"No worries! I'm off shortly." Jack put his breeches and shirt on. "But may I have a go first?" He fetched the pin. "One smack to get even."
"We wouldn't have to part, if you hadn't betrayed me."
"I thought ye abandoned me for some virgin bonny. I'd waited so long in Tortuga."
"Why didn't you chase after me? You are the pirate."
"Ye were engaged to marry."
"I never intended to go through with it."
"Whatever. I was hurt." Jack fluttered with his eyelashes.
"Ha! Stop spinning yarn! Okay. Fine." He laid down on the bed. "Go ahead." Even squeezed the gag into his mouth.
"I'm speaking the truth." Jack kneeled on James' legs and manacled his hands. "I'll make ye believe me." He wielded the pin. Zing! "Sweetie."
A sudden noisy uproar from behind the door interrupted their banter. A couple of fierce blows made the wood tremble and the bolts whine. A moment later the door crashed open with Commodore Preston and a squad of soldiers tumbling into the room. At the sight of the two men in a most delicate situation the soldiers froze up in motion.
Commodore Preston sneered gleefully though. "I have you now, scum. You will hang together. No one can save you. Not even the Admiral."
