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Jade & Sunlight	By : JulieDoc Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4203 -:- 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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Pairing: Jack/Norrington (sort of). NC-17 for nudity and a few random sexual thoughts. PWP and way too much convenience-of-situation. Gods, it's so-o-o "romance novel". Sheesh.

Disclaimer: The large, smiley rodent owns POTC. The actors (Johnny Depp, especially, so I hear) own their characterizations. I own nothing. Seriously. Check my house!

Dedication: For my buddy, Spoon, who hath had a bad job existence. {{Huggles unto thee.}}

Feedbacks: Are the verray beads in m' dreadlocks, loves. Flames will be used to blow up rum caches.

The best way for Jack Sparrow toit Wit Will and Elizabeth in Port Royal was to slip in under cover of darkness. He knew as much, and logic dictated the same. Unfortunately, it was late afternoon when he had decided to row out. He simply couldn't wait that long.

Besides, he wasn't exactly known for his logic.

Still, he was running the risk of making an extremely stupid decision. He was in need of a plan, at least at this time of day. He slumped in one of the town's more unsavory and darker alleys, shading his eyes from the brightness of the sun, and shielding himself from prying eyes. It seemed to him that the best way to ensure his safety was to check on the position and actions of the man who caused him the most threat: Commodore Norrington. He was absolutely sure that were anyone to tell the good Commodore that someone of his appearance was seen in the city, he would have to make his visit here unpleasantly short.

It wouldn't be hard for him to find the other man. After all, Jack was intimately acquainted with the fort and its stockade. He'd even had some inkling of where Norrington's office was, having passed it en route to his previous lodgings in Port Royal. A quick look with the telescope would suffice to see whether the Commodore was busy. Hopefully, he was occupied, with a stack of paperwork half Jack's height.

Jack's expert plan yielded naught. He saw nothing in Norrington's office from his vantage point but several incredibly neatly stacked piles of books and documents on all, ll, completely immaculate desk. The man in question was nowhere to be found.

Jack had already conducted a very careful, very quick search of the pier when he'd docked the rowboat. Norrington hadn't been there, either. Perhaps it was time for a few good slugs of rum before he continued looking. The situation didn't seem as dangerous as it could have been, and Jack thought he did deserve a bit of leisure.

Thenin, in, he hadn't visited the Commodore's residence. Perhaps dear Norri had actually managed to take a day off duty. Jack scratched his braided head. "Perhaps the Black Pearl will take wings and fly," he snorted to himself.

Jack's curiosity got the better of him, though. With slight cajoling to a few local working girls, he managed to learn the whereabouts of Norrington's home. It ended up being a small affair, a two-story cottage with a minimum number of servants. This presented a perfect opportunity to the pirate, who surveyed the place from all angles, confident that he wasn't being observed.

Then, he saw something that put a broad, gilt smile on his face. The daft officer had actually left one of his upper windows wide open! The trick was only to slip in without being seen. The ledge below the window looked wide enough for Jack to tiptoe along, and a palm had bent dangerously close to said ledge. It was too temptingly easy for Captain Sparrow to ignore.

All that remained was for Jack to wait for the opportune moment. As Norrington's home loc located in one of the quieter, less populated parts of the port city, it took a minimum of preparation for Jack to scramble up the tree's trunk unseen. He waited in the thick fronds for two people to pass below, then took a flying leap to the window ledge. He landed, surprisingly quietly, upon his feet, but had to flail his arms wildly in circles so he wouldn't fall and break his neck. His kohl-smeared eyes went extraordinarily wide when he made this effort, and he nearly shouted in his desperation. Giving a quick, withering glance down at the ground as if cursing the very force of gravity, Jack stepped inside the room.

He gave the wall opposite him an appraising look, noticing the quiet breathing behind him as he turned. Thank the powers he had landed so quietly; he had landed in a sleeping person's bedchamber. Not the first time, and surely not the last, he shrugged to himself. His wild luck had also seen him through in that the furnishings indicated that this was Norrington's own room, and that the man he was looking so desperately to avoid was sleeping in the bed right behind him. I could finish 'im offht hht here, if I had half a mind to, Jack noted silently, and turned.

Jack's eyes widened for the second time that afternoon. Norrington was indeed asleep, but the figure on the bed was nothing like the stoic naval officer that Jack took great delight in tormenting as far as the chase went. No, this was a vision better reserved for a painter or sculptor. In fact, Jack had to blink to make sure the smooth, bare skin before him wasn't some sort of creamy marble.

The Commodore slumbered naked, lit only by the sun. The powdered wig had been carelessly tossed aside onto the floor, as in great exasperation. Every other trapping of authority he'd ever worn in Jack's presence was thrown there, as well, but for his sword, which lay on the dresser. Dark hair, unbound, grown slightly past Norrington's shoulders, spread out over the pillow like a stain of ink. All lines were smoothed from his face, giving a look of near-contentment to his features. The skin was pale, over long, lean muscles, but looked soft to the touch.

"Damn, you are lovely, aren't you?" Jack murmured. Like this, he looked so young, barely older than Will. Most likely, he really wasn't much older. If Jack had been forced to guess, he might not have even reached thirty yet.

The sight made his fingers itch. Of the men Jack had loved, he had seen very few of them completely bare, encounters with them beiboarboard ship, generally, and more hurried than his dalliances with women.

James Norrington was jolted from his rare afternoon nap by the sound of a familiar voice. He lay stone s, fe, feigning sleep, waiting to be certain of the intruder's identity. He cracked one eye under long black lashes, looking though them clandestinely. Damn. He hadn't been having a nightmare; Jack Sparrow really was in the room, hovering a short distance from the foot of his bed.

He was helplessly unarmed;factfact, his sword was on the armoire behind Sparrow. You are a doddering idiot, Jamey, the Commodore muttered to himself. He disguised his despondent sigh as half-snoring.

Still, Sparrow made absolutely no move for his sword. Instead, he loped closer, merely looking. James suppressed a shiver. Perhaps Sparrow had other things on his mind. His heart beat a little faster for fear of that, but James kept his breathing regular and low. He knew something of that sort of pain, though he'd never called it "rape". He'd called it "duty to higher-ranking officers"; never brutal, never forced, but there'd been no joy in it, either. Something about Sparrow made Norrington wonder if the man was capable of rape; typical pirates were, but Sparrow was an oddity. Living in his own twisted little world might have even have made the scoundrel think James had welcomed him with open arms, though not likely.

Then again, Sparrow was simply watching him, dark eyes inscrutable. He'd made no move.

Jack swayed forward. "Hear me, can you, Commodore?" He was nearer Norrington's face now. The sleeping man gave no sign of waking. "Good. You'll never hear what I have to tell you, savvy?" Jack's kohl-painted eyes shut as he collected his thoughts, which was, admittedly, a task that comprised a few moments. He had to gather the vision of sleek, pale skin, long limbs in that slight sprawl, one arm crooked behind the recumbent man's head.

He opened his eyes to find soft lips parted and wet with each sip of air. Jack wanted to kiss him, forgetting for a short time that this esitesite creature was Commodore Norrington. As he remembered that, Jack thought it might be fun to make said creature forget he was Commodore Norrington. The thought went beyond panimanimal lust to a desire to lay his hands on something so fine.

Jack continued his perusal without a word. Norri had satiny, long eyelashes a girl would envy. With them, Norrington would never have any need of kohl to shade his eyes, although the thought intrigued Jack. He knew those lashes hid eyes like dark jade. They reminded him of the eyes of a leopard he'd seen caged in Singapore; not only in their colour, but in their barely leashed intensity. Jack traced the face of his adversary with his gaze, since he was forbidden to use his fingers.

He lingered on the fair throat, wanting to see how purple marks from his own lips would stand out on it. The, as his eyes wandered downward, he noticed something. Jack's last name may have been "Sparrow", but, he was really more like a magpie when it came to shiny things. Shinghing gold faintly glimmered against Norrington's chest, below a sparse, soft-lookintch tch of dark hair. If he couldn't touch, at least he could investigate.

"Sorry, Luv," Jack muttered softly, as one of his furry ropes of hair delicately dragged a short distance across Norrington's collarbone. He flicked it back behind his neck. "What have we here?" The gleam had come from a gold ring through the staid Commodore's left nipple. "Bless me." It was no mere delicate wire through the pink flesh; the ring was as proper as any of the ones Jack had. It was threaded through with a small, faceted jade bead, flat where it hit his flesh, from the way it lay. Jack chuckled without betraying much sound. That showed foresight; Norrington wore close-fitting clothes and a rougher or differently-shaped stone would have dug uncomfortably into his skin. "I'd like to hear where you got this, mate. Though you'd sooner have my neck stretched than speak to me about it. Then again, now I know your little secret." He didn't mention that the jade matched Norrington's eyes almost exactly, or that the adornment made him want to suckle that nipple, ring and all, into his mouth.
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