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Bend it Like Beckett	By : BaronNomaw Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bend it Like Beckett
- 1
When Beckett sent off the guards and gave them strict orders
not to intervene no matter what they
heard, Jack knew he was going to be tortured.
When the guards obeyed reluctantly and exchanged uneasy
glances with each other, he knew it would get really bad.� What did Beckett usually do to these
prisoners?� Jack had never heard
tell.�
He expected his captor to begin slowly, savoring every
moment of pain.� Beckett had a knife in
his hand and Jack expected it to be dragged gently, lovingly, artfully over his
skin inch by inch until the tiniest drops of blood began to ooze.
Instead, in one smooth motion Beckett buried the knife two
inches into Jack�s left thigh and left it there while he poured himself a
drink.
He let Jack experience it for several minutes.� �I did that so you would understand,� he
explained at last.� �I am willing to hurt you.� I do
have the stomach for this sort of thing.�
�Point taken, mate,� Jack answered with a ghost of his usual
carelessness.� �Quite
literally, in fact.�
Beckett allowed himself a small smile.� �Now I want you to understand something
else,� he said quietly.� �If you
displease me, it won�t be only you that I hurt.�
Of course I�ll beat you to death myself, but what I�ll also do is pay a
visit to your crew, and mutilate them beyond their wildest nightmares.� I�ll explain that it�s what you chose as a
fair exchange for your own freedom.�� His
voice had gotten so intense that he had to take a breath and count to
five.� �So you see,� he continued in a
much calmer tone, �That you really have very little choice but to comply.�
�Comply with what?� Jack asked, equally calmly.� �You haven�t told me what you wanted.�
Beckett stepped up until their faces were mere inches
apart.� �Why, Captain Sparrow, I�m
surprised it�s taken you this long to catch on,� he drawled.� �If you were female you�d have figured it all
out long before now.�� Jack almost kept his face impassive.� �You, Captain Sparrow.� I want you.�
Jack cocked his head.�
�You�ll have to forgive me � it seems I�m misunderstanding you.�� I mean it sounded to me almost like you just
said you have an unhealthy romantic interest in the Captain Jack Sparrow� that is
what you said, isn�t it�hello?...am I ringing any bells?�
�Yes, Captain, in fact you are.�� Beckett turned away and took off his
coat.� �And you have no idea how loud
it�s ringing.�
Jack still nursed a hope that the demented Lord Beckett was
only toying with him.� �Well, then, I�m
terribly sorry to have to inform you that Captain Jack Sparrow does not sail against the wind,� he
babbled.� �Ever.� I�m very proud of me manhood and it�s not up
for grabs.� I do feel awful to have to
disappoint you, friend, but the answer is no.�
�Did I not make myself clear?�� Beckett asked with a touch of surprise.� �I am not exactly offering you a choice.� You will
cooperate, or your friends will suffer the consequences.�
�And while I�ll admit that that does disturb me, I�m afraid
the answer is still no.�� Jack
frowned.� �I�d hate to give you any
ideas, but might I ask why you don�t simply profit by these shackles to just,
ahem, make my wishes irrelevant?�
�Oh, no, no, is that what you thought?�� Beckett felt foolish.� Of course
Jack would misinterpret him, he should have foreseen it.� He knew perfectly well that his desires were
unusual, it was no wonder the pirate hadn�t guessed on his own.� �I would never
ask you, the Captain Jack Sparrow, to
compromise your manhood in that manner for the likes of me,� he explained with
a smile.� �Certainly not.� All I wanted, sir, was for you to�well�� he
found himself fidgeting self-consciously and had to take another sip of liquor
before he felt able to continue.� �I
would simply like you to exercise a little of those qualities for which you
pirates are so very well known.� To be
perfectly blunt, Jack Sparrow, I want you to board and plunder and take no
prisoners.� Am I making myself clear now?�
Jack stared at him, at a loss for words.� �Aha � I see now.� You�re mad,� he managed at last.� It was all he could think of to say to the bizarre
proposal.� �And you have no idea what
you�re saying, do you.�
�Oh, but I do.��
Beckett held up the keys to Jack�s shackles.� �I am going to unlock those chains.� I understand you�re upset with me, rightfully
so, and you�re perfectly welcome to knock me around a bit if you feel you need
to.� I won�t scream for the guards.� You can even escape afterwards,� he
whispered.� �I don�t care two
shillings.� All I want is-�
�I know what you want, mate,� Jack said.� �And I�m telling you you�re going to regret
it.�
Jack�s eyes were gleaming with exactly the sort of danger
Beckett had always dreamed of.� So he
unlocked the cuffs.� �Well?� he
challenged, when Jack remained frozen.�
�You�re a pirate � let�s see some savagery.� The right kind.�
�Oh, the right
kind,� Jack breathed into his face, resentful of being treated like a
performing monkey.� �And what kind might
that be?� This kind?�� He grabbed his erstwhile captor by the
shoulders and spun him around, forcing him up against the wall.� �Savagery, eh?� Well there�s plenty to go around.�� Feeling filthier than he could remember
feeling in a good long while, Jack crushed Beckett to the wall with the full
weight of his body and warned, �You�re not going to enjoy this.� Believe me.�
�I do.�� His voice had
gone all breathy.� �For God�s sake I do,
I believe you, Captain, p-please don�t-�
Half to play the part and half because he really wanted to,
Jack banged Beckett�s head against the wall.�
He flung him to the ground, straddled him, and forced both arms above
his head.� Beckett was so weak that Jack
could hold both his wrists down with one hand, leaving the other free to
administer a series of stinging slaps to the face.� Finally Jack froze mid-slap, grinning when
Beckett flinched with a high-pitched squeak.�
�You have no idea what you�re getting into.� Inviting a pirate to have his way with you?�
�Yes.�
�But you have no idea what
a pirate�s way might be.�� Jack knew for
certain now that he was going to escape.�
It only remained to decide whether to leave this poor disturbed fool
dead or only unconscious, maimed or simply humiliated beyond all measure.� While he decided, Jack played for time by
covering his prisoner�s mouth and nose until his face went purple and he was
thrashing about with all his strength.�
When he finally let go and stood up, Beckett remained on the floor,
gasping.� Jack put a booted foot across
his throat.� �You have two choices.� One is to call for the guards.� I won�t stop you.�� Beckett shook his head as far as he was able
and Jack grinned down at him.� �Then it�s
the other, eh?� So make yourself
ready.� Those pants come off without a
word of fuss, or I�m going to give you a beating you�ll never forget.��
Writhing a bit to make Jack press down a little harder,
Beckett undressed himself there on the floor.�
Jack ordered him to his feet and he stood
shakily, so giddy with delight that it was all he could do to keep
breathing.� He wanted more than anything
for Jack to touch him, and for a
moment it seemed that the pirate would oblige.�
He stood behind Beckett, threw one arm carelessly around his neck, and
reached around to rest his other hand on the front of Beckett�s hip.
Two inches to the
left!� Move your bloody hand two inches,
you awful impossible pirate!� He whined and started to struggle, but Jack
held him fast.� Beckett was so distracted
that he barely heard when the pirate started talking again.� �Now, this is your last chance.�� Beckett wasn�t at all inclined to take
it.� �You stabbed me and threatened my
crew and asked things of me that no man should ever ask another,� the gravelly
voice continued.� �I don�t take kindly to
that sort of thing.� I�m giving you fair
warning that I intend to hurt you, mate.�
This is your one last chance
to escape.� Shout for the guards now, or
I swear to you, you will regret it.�
The voice sent shivers down Beckett�s spine, and he made no move
to call for the guards.� Instead, he
wiggled around and pleaded like a girl.�
�Please, Captain, please don�t!� Oh, God!�
If he wouldn�t heed an honest warning, so be it.� Jack tightened his arm around Beckett�s neck
suddenly and firmly, giving him no opportunity to cry out for help.� By the time Beckett realized it was not a
game, it was far too late.� Jack choked
him until he went limp.� There.� Much better.
Jack took a step back and stared at the knife in his leg,
then at the half-naked man passed out in front of him.
It was tempting.� And
(tonight�s frightening yet pathetic fiasco aside) Beckett really was a heartless beast who needed to be
punished�
Jack pulled the knife out of himself
and waited to see if his better nature would take over or not.� He grinned.�
Perhaps he would compromise.� He
supposed there was no need to maim Beckett beyond recognition, but no way in
hell was he walking away from this without some
retribution.� Maybe he would just
carve his initials in the bastard�s ass cheeks.�
Or maybe something else � he could always use the hilt � Give the poor
bugger what he wanted, eh?� Jack winced
at the very thought.�
Of course everybody would look
better with a big sparrow etched on their forehead�� Or even better, Beckett�s beloved P brand was still simmering in the
hearth.� On the other hand, the world
could really use more eunuchs, too.�
Tough choices.
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