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Punishment	By : BaronNomaw Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Sparrington Views: 4810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: If you’re really squeamish you might want to think twice about reading this; it gets a teeny bit wince-worthy. It turns out all right in the end though, I promise :o)
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Norrington had expected it to be painful, but he was still unprepared for the paralyzing agony of when Jack forced in just those first few inches. He let out a strangled gasping noise and then forgot to breathe. "Push," he heard Jack say, and he must have obeyed because suddenly Jack’s thighs were against his; Jack was in all the way and the pain was going to kill him.
He pushed his face into the pillow and screamed, hands clawing at the mattress, making no move to escape due to terror of somehow making it worse.
Jack wasn’t moving either. "Shhh. Take your time; it’ll get better." He stroked the tense twitching muscles in Norrington’s back and rubbed his shoulders and just waited.
At last, muffled by the pillow: "God…"
"I know. Relax, can you?"
Norrington made desperate, spastic attempts to unclench himself and was finally partially successful. "It’s- I don’t know. It’s too big."
Jack tried to take his distress seriously and not laugh, but it was impossible. "I love virgins." He waited a little longer, and then offered, "You know, if you can’t go through with this-"
"I said, stop taking pity on me, Sparrow!" Norrington shifted his arms and braced himself for the long haul. "Go on and do it."
Jack shrugged and slid and arm around Norrington’s waist and started to move. Norrington took it as well as could be expected; whimpering and jerking and trying with very imperfect success to obey Jack’s frequent reminders to relax. It obviously still hurt him some but he didn’t complain, and eventually Jack judged him ready to get what he was really after.
He began to move faster and a little less smoothly. He leaned close to be heard over the harsh breathing and growled, "Now. Apologize."
"For what?" Norrington squeaked miserably.
Jack planted a hand on the back of his neck and pushed him all the way down to the mattress. "All of it."
He went harder, passing from uncomfortable to unbearable in a matter of seconds. Norrington shrieked "Yes all right I’m sorry!" but Jack only became more savage.
"Good start," he grunted. "Now let’s hear: sorry-… for-… what?"
"Ohww everything! No…I’m sorry!" At first he was hardly coherent. What Jack was doing to him felt like punches to his insides, cramping him up so terribly he hardly noticed the stretching and burning that had nearly floored him at the start. But then, once he started to form sentences, it all started pouring out. "Ow all right I’m sorry, Elizabeth, I failed her, I wasn’t –aah– good enough, I couldn’t help her and I lost her, I… ah…"
"Good." Jack paused to give him a moment to breathe, then started up again. "What else?"
"I- I let him go," Norrington confessed desperately. "Sparrow. I waited a d-day, I shouldn’t have, I knew it, ow please, I’m sorry, I thought I was doing the right thing, I wasn’t –ah– thinking, I didn’t think it… ow please it’s…" he left off talking in favor of hyperventilating in an effort to stave off tears.
Which, of course, Jack would not allow. "Keep going," he ordered, sawing in and out as viciously as he knew how. "I’m thinking of a –mmn– hurricane…"
"Oh, God." For a moment Norrington hid his face in the pillow and just took it. When he turned his head sideways again to talk, Jack could see a shine on his cheek that wasn’t sweat. "It was my fault, all right, it was m- ahh- my fault!"
Jack continued to punish him while he looked for words. "What happened?" he encouraged at last.
"I knew we wouldn’t make it," Norrington gasped. "I-I knew it. I did." It was hard to understand him now because he was talking through loud wild sobs. "They thought- ow no - they all thought we’d… make it and- mmmn!- and I knew we wouldn’t and… ah- I’m sorry- I had us go anyway! It was… my decision and… OW I knew better and I… had us go…"
Jack let him cry for a short while before resting a hand on his shoulder and prompting: "And are you sorry?"
"YES, God, they all died and it was my fault and now I’m a pirate and I’m sorrrrryyy!" he wailed, while Jack gave him his worst reaming yet.
Finally Jack slowed and then pulled out. "I’ll bet you are. And yes, congratulations, you are now bleeding. Is that what you wanted?"
Norrington nodded through his tears.
"Good," Jack chirped brightly, "You stay right there." He turned to hunt up another bottle of rum in the bed someplace, then hopped to the floor and used it to clean himself off. A second later he realized he definitely should have looked for water instead; he was so raw that the rum was excruciating. Virgins ought to be illegal, he growled to himself, squeezing his eyes shut against the sting. When he was all clean and smelled even more of rum than usual and his eyes had stopped watering, he climbed back up on the bed to see how his little penitent was doing.
The penitent was curled up, shaking and clutching his stomach. "All right," Jack sighed, rolling him to his back and wriggling an arm under his neck. "It’s all right, see – you’re done."
All he could do was whimper, "Ow. Sparrow…" and, without realizing it, turn his head to rest against Jack’s chest.
"Yep. I know." Jack stroked him absently. "You’re all right, it’s just going to hurt for awhile. I told you I would make you cry, didn’t I?"
Norrington let out a long shuddery breath and nodded.
"And you know, in all seriousness – don’t laugh, I can be serious – in all seriousness, you need to let that go. Your crew… their job, their duty was to hunt pirates. It’s the highest honor for them to die in the service of the crown."
"Oh, please," Norrington sniffled contemptuously. "They died for the pigheaded mistakes of their superior, not-"
Jack interrupted him. "-Which is in fact the way most Navy men go, so just let it be. Torturing yourself doesn’t help. Sometimes you’ve got to just pick up the pieces and get your life back."
After a while of silent cuddling, Jack’s aimless caresses centralized into the sort of touching Norrington still didn’t feel he deserved. "No, Sparrow, honestly, I said-"
Jack shut him up by gripping just a little too firmly. "Whose orders are we taking now, mate? Whose way are we doing it?" he pressed when Norrington failed to answer at once.
"Yours." It was so muffled against his chest that Jack could barely hear it.
"Precisely." Jack continued to molest him until he was fully aroused and breathing hard, then sat up. "Now give me your hand… yep, put ‘er here." He closed Norrington’s hand over his own, to learn how his little penitent liked to be pleasured. (It turned out Norrington liked the grip a bit tighter, with long slowish strokes.)
When he figured he’d got the hang of it, Jack lay back down and started to work on himself with his free hand. Eventually he changed his mind and gestured for Norrington to do it. "Fair’s fair, mate."
Norrington sighed and after the briefest hesitation reached for Jack’s rummy erection. "Like that?"
"Yep… little faster though…" Jack guided him to the proper pace and then purred low in his throat. "Mmm, that’s it. Nice, eh?"
Norrington hid his head further into Jack’s shoulder and breathed, "Shut up," but didn’t propose stopping. They stroked each other off and in the end Norrington finished first. He was very conscientious about taking proper care of Jack anyway.
Afterwards he waited til he’d caught his breath to say, "Thank you – for, you know, at first." Then he gestured, a little accusingly, to the mess he had made on himself. "But this is not what I wanted."
Jack propped himself up on an elbow and grinned at him. "Punishment never is."
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The End.
Aww, aren’t they cute. Now, if anybody has story requests, send ‘em on over. If I can slash Davy and Will, I can slash anything ;o)
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