tampered | Log: Ongoing (Cupid Day pt 2)

When: Cupid day, late afternoon
Rating: R (oh noes. The slashiness of it all! ...and see how I resisted the temptation to say "Arr"?)
Characters: Jack Sparrow and James Norrington
Summary: The most recent curse of the city finds Captain Sparrow and Commodore Norrington hopelessly in love with each other. The only answer is to give in to their desires.
Log:
A blissfully intoxicated Commodore Norrington wandered through the streets, stopping occasionally to add to a bunch of flowers he was gathering (odd how the things seemed to be sprouting all over the city). He'd passed the smoking remains of some kind of explosion a bit ago, and noted with some confusion that the charred bricks seemed to be reforming themselves. Dismissing it as some kind of city nonsense, he had wandered past. At last he found himself at the building marked eight, and put his hand on the door. There was a whirring sound overhead and a girl on flying boots shot over his head. He shrugged nonchalantly, and pushed the door open.

Inside Building eight, Jack Sparrow stands a ways down the corridor, leaning against the door to room thirteen with his arms crossed over his chest and a rum bottle hanging loosely from one hand. His shirt hangs mostly open and he's wearing little more than that and his trousers. As Jack hears the front door open and close, a wicked smile spreads slowly on his lips. He opens his eyes a small bit and tilts his head towards Norrington. "Glad you could make it, love. I was beginning t'worry." He pushes off from the door and pulls it open, waving the commodore inside with the rum bottle sloshing in his hand.

Norrington smiled in pure delight to see his absolutely most beloved one leaning nonchalantly against the door. He was quite overcome by joy and shyness. "Oh. Yes, of course, I couldn't possibly stay away." He smiled again and followed Jack inside the room. "I brought these." He said, fishing around inside his jacket and extracting a pair of fluffy pink plastic handcuffs. "Absolutely useless, look at them, they'd snap in a second if you actually tried to secure a prisoner with th...." He looked up and around him in astonishment. "Good Lord. Where did the building go?"

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Norrington goes an even deeper shade of red when he sees how easily his ruse is uncovered. Of course, his beloved is a clever scoundrel, and he should have expected him to guess it.

"Just being polite, damn it." He mutters, as he climbs the ladder and slides over onto the deck. A little too embarassed to look at Jack just yet, he looks around the vessel. "A fine little clipper you have here." He said. "What are you calling it? The Black Pearl again?"

Hmm.. The name of his new, beautiful ship may raise conversation he's in no mood for. Still, it won't do to ignore Norrington's query.
"She is lovely, isn't she? Sixty-four guns! A bit heavy for my tastes, but impressive none-the-less..." He could gloat about her more. That would buy him time, surely. No. "I've named her The Black Swann." Jack casts his eyes down and brings the bottle to his lips again.

Norrington raises an eyebrow at this. "Really. How... quaint."

As Jack lifts the bottle and takes a swig, the ex-commodore steps in closer to gaze at him over the rum fumes. He takes the bottle from Jack's hand, and then takes said hand in his own, and brings it to his lips to kiss the gnarled, grubby digits in a gentlemanly fashion, as if they were the bejewelled white fingers of some lovely lady of His Majesty's court. Then he takes a draught of rum himself and returns the bottle to its former owner. "I can't wait any longer." He says, voice heavy with desire and fermented cane sugar. "I must have you."

Jack starts when his rum is stolen from him and pouts, but the commodore's soft lips upon his hand brings a smile to his face and he laughs under his breath. The formality and gentlemanly behaviour are just too much. The pirate's mouth opens to speak before Norrington's words stop him completely.
Sparrow's eyes widen and his lips tremble; slightly parted. The commanding tone in James' voice all but melts him.
"...Right...of course... this way..."

He lingers a moment, staring into James' eyes and then takes the Commodore's hand tightly in his and leads him quickly off to his quarters, throwing the door open before them and stumbling inside.

James has about fifteen seconds to observe the terribly untidy state of the Captain's quarters (clothes and maps strewn everywhere, empty rum bottles underfoot) as it flies past him before he finds himself on an unmade bed with Jack bearing down on him intent on conquest. Overcoming his brief startlement, he meets the attack head on, throwing his arms around the neck of his pirate beloved with great gusto.

The bottle has been tossed aside for finer tastes and rum now runs slowly onto the floor; seeping down into unused officer's quarters below. Liquor long forgotten, Jack is preoccupied with relenting to the pull of Norrington's strong arms. He tangles the fingers of his left hand in the Commodore's hair as their lips meet. The pirate does as he always does, and takes what he wants, pressing his tongue firm against Norrington's lips until he's granted entrance to explore the warm, soft interior of that mouth.
Clumsily, Captain Sparrow's free hand works at pulling away articles of the Commodore's clothing. He's digging for treasure.

In between savage kisses, James attempts out of sheer impatience, the difficult manoeuvres involved in removing two people's clothes at once without actually breaking bodily contact. Unsurprisingly, this results in casualties.

"Blasted buttons." He mutters, his shirt half off, one stocking entirely AWOL and a fresh assault commencing on his breeches. "I don't think I c..Mff."

Frustration and impatience get the better of Jack in no time as well, and once he knows he's not alone in it, there's no stopping him. He pulls away from his love and prize to drag Norrington's shirt the rest of the way off of the man's body. He makes quick work of his own and then gets to the matter of the breeches.
"I've got it...just... hold still.. BLOODY USELESS BUTTONS!" Unable to tug the last one free in his fervor, Jack leans down and bites it loose, spitting the offending button across the room and tugging the commodore's britches to his ankles. Removing his own while staring intently at Norrington -eyes scanning the man from tip to toe and lingering here and there- presents a wholly new set of difficulties.

Normally, Norrington would have been quite embarassed to be stared at in such a compromising position, but now he's a little too concerned about the fact that Jack isn't currently in his arms. He returns the gaze, smouldering with desire and admiring the pirate's smooth, almost girlish body, his wiry muscles, his pouting lips.

It's almost impossible to wait until Jack has disrobed properly before rectifying the unbearable separation. For the second time that day, James reaches up to his lover and drags him down to meet him, this time rolling slightly so that the smaller man is pinned beneath his weight, fully intending to conquer him entirely...

A pretty face and a slight build do not bode well for a man on a pirate ship. There are many fine reasons Jack made questionable and dangerous deals to become Captain of his own vessel.

Pulled down and driven under; Norrington's strength and desires drown Jack like rough seas and leave him speechless and docile. He grins up at his captor, lips still wet with their mingled saliva. Jack raises a hand to run fingers over the rough edge of James' jaw and slide up into the man's hair, pulling him down. His voice is a sultry whisper, lifting his head so his lips brush Norrington's as they move.
"You've captured a wicked and notorious pirate, dear Commodore... Whatever will you do with him, I wonder?"

Jack lays back on the bed, hair spread out beneath him like a dark halo, and awaits his fate with a smile.

James smiled down at his lover, radiant below him like some black and perilous angel of the seas.

"Whatever I please, dear Captain Sparrow." He replied. "Whatever I please."

Log: Ongoing (Cupid Day pt 2)

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