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"What would you say, Commodore, if a good man, who enjoys the sea, thrives in the open ocean, has the misfortune of becoming a pirate out of necessity? Could he perhaps be pardoned if he changed his ways someday?" Elizabeth asked, before lightly wiping her napkin against her lips, and she put her fork and knife down in a cross position on the plate, signifying that she wanted to take a break from their current meal.
James Norrington looked up from the serving of fresh lobster with a raised eyebrow, but he realized he was caught somehow by surprise when his eyes softened by a fraction and his hand tightened on his fork at the thought; the mention of pirates was familiar like always in Elizabeth’s company, yet now it felt different to talk about them; the very mention of them, him, never having the chance to have a normal life, made him uneasy to put it in simple terms.
Elizabeth, as if sensing his internal struggle, suddenly frowned, while looking at him from across the long table.
Norrington, knowing that his reaction did not offend her, yet made her uneasy instead, felt even worse about it as he leaned back a little in his chair and he tried to smile.
"My dear, I hope you don’t find me being offended or disinterested in your discussions on your favorite topic, but I still find it a surprise that you always go back to these pirates, while I absolutely..."
"Aye, Commodore, show ye face you filthy scoundrel; we need to have some rum together! " a very familiar voice echoed around the large walls of his dining hall.
James froze, before he blinked and slowly turned around towards the direction of that voice.
"Who is that?" Elizaebth asked and looked over towards the window.
James looked back at her with some concern, before he slowly stood up, putting the napkin beside his plate.
"My apologies; I seem to have an uninvited guest that will unfortunately interrupt our present meal."
Elizabeth noded, and rose up from her chair.
"Of course. I have overstayed as it is."
James frowned, forgetting the commotion, as he walked over; he reached out and gently lifted her hand, leaning in to kiss it.
Elizabeth's hand was warm and her head bowed a little at his attention.
James lifted his lips from her fingers and he raised his head.
"Not at all. Thank you for your visit today. It was my pleasure to have you in my home."
She smiled lovingly.
"What a fine wench," someone said, and Norritingotn turned, shielding Elizabeth behind him on instinct.
A slim, but muscular, man slowly parted the white curtains with his dirty fingers, and stepped out, swaying for a second before he readjusted his stance and walked towards the table.
James narrowed his eyes, and the man froze, tilting his head, while his light brown eyes underlined with black smudges scanned the scene in front of him.
“Ah, a dinner party. A date dinner. No, a private dinner with a lady,” the man said, taking off his hat, and he bowed dramatically, and Norrington noticed he had on a large hat with a purple feather and a black bandana.
The man dropped the hat on a side chair, and looked back at James with an almost innocent smile, and when he smiled, Norrintington could see a gold tooth shine in the dim light of the room.
"Umm, is this not a good time? I can wait and let ye two have ye dinner," he said, and scanned the table with his eyes; he didn’t wait for a response however as he walked forward, putting a dirty hand on the white table cloth.
"If ye don't mind, however, just a little bite while.."he grunted amusingly befor petting the ham with his dirty fingernails.
James moved his hand quickly towards him, and he grabbed the man’s thnner wrist, making him freeze, and this time his smile faded.
"Take your hands off," Norrington said and he moved his face nearer to the intruder, so that the the other could feel his breath against his ear, "Jack," James said with some warning in his voice as he dropped the pirate’s arm and swiftly moved away, turning his eyes towards Elizabeth.
"My apologies," he said, and he looked over at his butler.
"Please escort Elizabeth; I know her father will be waiting. Tell him, I will meet him as soon as I can."
Elizabeth's eyes were wide, and she looked over at the guest before she managed to compose herself and look at James.
"Commodore, why is there..?" Elizabeth said slowly.
Jack's face became animated, and he moved away from Narrington, just to grab a plate and bring his nose to it. He sniffed the fish on the plate while looking over at Elizabeth.
"An uninvited guest, you be thinkin’?", Jack said with a grin, and he lifted the fish with his fingers and shoved it into his mouth.
He loudly chewed and swallowed before he wiped his fingers carelessly with the back of his sleeve.
"James Norrington has many people that see him; ye be lookin' at one of those important people that see the commodore,” Jack said proudly and looked at the commodore and winked.
James growled lightly under his breath as he stared at Sparrow's antics, but he looked over at Elizabeth again and smiled lightly, "I will take care of it," he said politely, extending his arm, so that Elizabeth could take it.
The girl nodded, but her gaze turned back to Jack, who was eyeing her curiously, while he made himself at home by sitting down in Norrington’s seat.
James walked her over to the door and Elizabeth walked out with his servant. He stood still until he saw her disappear behind the door, and then his eyes narrowed and he turned around.
"Yeh had me fooled, commodore; such a fine lady, this late, and I am thinking that a gentleman like yourself is supposed to first court the ladies," Jack said, and his lips turned into a lazy smile as he ripped into the fish with his teeth.
James walked over, bringing his hands to the back of a chair, and he stared at the pirate eating the rest of his meal.
"How did you get up here?" Norrington growled lightly and his hand went up to unbutton the top of his dress shirt.
The pirate's eyes trailed up to follow the movement, and James could feel those eyes drop lower to his midsection.
James looked back towards the door, as it swung open, and his butler returned.
"I am finished with our meal for today," James said to his servant before he leaned against his chair and sighted.
The pirate licked his lips as he grabbed the chicken off the plate and started to eat it; his eyes traveled however to Norrington’s half finished wine.
He stared at the scene for a while, before he cleared his throat.
"You do not have the luxury to come here anytime you please. We have discussed this numerous times," James said evenly and he lifted his hands off the chair and walked towards the balcony.
Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Aye, I wasn't here; before, I wasn't here, now I am here, but that's only because ye haven't showed up," Jack smirked, and he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking on the chicken pieces that were stuck to his hands.
James turned to look at him, and his eyes were glued to the action of those lips.
"We did not arrange a time to meet today; if you continue to ignore my rules, you will be killed," he said but there wasn’t much heat in his voice.
Jack scratched his head, as he saw how the gentleman’s eyes bore into his own.
“Aye, but Captain Jack Sparrow, always finds a way,” he said proudly, before he leaned back and lifted his legs, so that he could put them easily on the table in front of him.
The butler's eyes widened, as he swiftly moved away, taking the plates off the table.
Jack looked at him, and smiled charmingly, "Would ye get me some rum? I’m a guest in the commodore's house, aye?"
The butler's eyebrow lifted, and he looked at Norrington
Norrington eyed Jack with a frown but then he lightly sighted.
"I believe we have some rum stored away from our last voyage, but I will call for you when to bring it."
Jack put his hands to the back of his head with a frown.
The butler bowed and left.
"I forget you make me wait for my rum," Sparrow said, eyeing the empty table and he looked sad.
James sighted, "Do not change the subject, Sparrow, if Elizabeth wasn’t the kind of person she is, she would have said something more about seeing a pirate."
Jack put his finger to his mouth and licked his lips.
"I didn’t say I was a pirate."
James rolled his eyes, and pushed the curtains open.
“Sometimes, Jack, I don’t know why I put up with you,” he said and he walked out to the balcony.
James breathed in the fresh air. The night was warm, and he could see the full moon in the distance. After a minute, he heard Sparrow's uneven steps behind him.
He turned to see the pirate walk up, and as he neared him, he put his hands up on the stone railing, and lifted his body up, until he turned over and sat down on the edge with his feet dangling down the railing.
James observed him curiously; Sparrow's hair was somewhat loose, and it ran wild down his shoulders and it tangled up with his beads; his hair had become so long that James thought it must be to his waist now. He had the urge to run his fingers through it, but he wasn't a man to rush things, not even with Sparrow though when he did he couldn’t stop; but in reality could they be more; they weren’t exactly a pair he could introduce to his family; that thought made him feel like he was being unfair to Jack, so he stopped thinking about it and enjoyed at least this time with him.
"It's beautiful, like always," Jack whispered as he looked out to the sea, and the silver moon shined bright in the water.
"Yes," James stated, but his gaze stayed on Sparrow.
Jack rested his hands on the balcony and smiled almost secretly.
"There's a myth, that the path on the water, which the moon makes, there be treasure sunken below; only on a night like this."
James looked out at the sea with a smile.
"Your pirate friends would think there is gold on the other side of a rainbow if they could climb it," James said with amusement.
Jack nodded and he scanned the area below the balcony, before he saw something, and ducked, putting his hands up to cover his head.
James narrowed his eyes and looked out in the direction of where Sparrow had looked, and he saw two familiar faces; two sailors that they both knew were walking down a narrow sandy path in the distance towards the house.
James moved away from the balcony's edge, and quickly reached out his hand, grabbing the pirate by his arm.
"Ouch," Jack mumbled but smiled, as he lifted his hands and placed them on the commodore's shoulders.
"Stay quiet," James said, and moved his other hand, and encircled his arm around Jack, pulling him up against him, before he made the effort, and lifted him off the balcony railing and into his arms.
Jack's head swayed back, before James moved his right hand, and placed it in the back of the pirate's head, pulling him closer so that the smaller man was against his chest and he felt Jack's legs encircle around him.
Norrington moved away from the balcony's edge, until he hit the opposite wall, and he turned towards the curtains, and slowly walked in through the door.
Once he was back in the room, James started to remove his hands from Sparrow, but the pirate’s legs tightened on his midsection, and Jame's felt his ankles against his back.
"You're heavy," he said with some amusement, looking down at Jack, who had covered his face against his dress shirt.
The rather not too heavy pirate, lifted his head slowly, and blinked at James as if innocent.
"Is that what ye say to the ladies?"
The pirate's face blurred in front of Norrington's ,as Jack deliberately moved his head into his space, and that tanned skin, rum breath, and hair were way too close in proximity.
"Now that is a better welcome, aye?" Jack grinned and leaned forward.
James moved his hand from Jack's legs, and slowly put him down, while avoiding the pirate’s curious eyes as they lingered on his lips.
The pirate dropped his legs from his hips, and ran his hands from Norrington's shoulders to his waist.
"We unfortunately must hurry. It’s only safe here for a short time when it comes to you," James whispered, bringing his hand to his cheek, and he ran his eyes all over his face, before gazing at his wild, brown eyes, outlined in black.
"Aye, it is enough time," Sparrow's eyes darkened, and he reached his hands to the back of Norrington's wig, while his other hand grabbed the men's jacket, lightly pulling him down to his level, so that he could touch his lips softly with his own.
Jame’s eyes widened briefly, not remembering Sparrow ever being this romantic with him. He closed his eyes, and encircled his arms around the pirate’s waist, feeling the strands of thick hair tickle his fingers and he lightly pulled on them.
"Hmmm," Jack mumbled and brought out his tongue, licking the commodor’s lips and he smiled in between their mouths.
The pirate then angled his head to the side, and James let him part his lips, and his tongue played with his own; and it was then, that Norrington growled lightly, and tightened his hold on him and pushed him forward, until the dining table hit Jack’s back.
“Ouch...that’s the table,” Jack said, as he parted his lips, and ran his tongue against Norrington’s neck.
“Precisely so,” James shivered at the touch, and lifted Jack into his arms, so that the pirate could be maneuvered more easily onto the table.
“Aye, now that's what I am talking about,” Jack said with an easy grin.
Norrinton glared at Jack, but it was a possessive look, and his hands roughly touched Jack’s pants, sliding his fingers down the pirate’s hips, and he pulled on his sash around his waist.
Jack’s hands helped him out, before James pulled roughly, and rolled Jack’s pants all the way to his legs.
Jack kicked a little, and he freed his left leg from his pants.
Jame’s grabbed Jack by the shoulder’s and brought his lips to his neck, licking and sucking at his soft, tanned skin, as his one hand reached out and fondled Jack.
“Ah, I love it when you’re..ah,” Jack licked his lips, and his head went up, and he breathed in sharply as he felt Norrington’s skilled hand jerking him off.
Jack’s eyes darkened and he drank in Norrington’s smooth stomach as Jame’s lifted his shirt up with his other hand, and awkwardly tried to tug his pants down, while he still had Jack in his other hand.
Jack lifted himself slowly, and his surprisingly small but rough hands connected with Norrington’s pale hips, and he helped push his pants down, touching Norrington’s soft skin.
But James lifted Jack’s chin and he brought his mouth to the pirate’s lips, opening it with his tongue and the pirate stilled for James was kissing him rather roughly and Jack moaned a little into the kiss.
James opened his eyes and after a moment moved back, dropping his gaze to Jack’s cock, as he stepped back and removed his pants.
Sparrow started to move forward so he could sit up, but James pushed him back against the table, and he captured his legs and spread them open, looking down at him.
James hands moved to his chest, and he opened Sparrow's shirt, caressing Jack’s soft tanned skin, making sure to glide his fingers over Jack’s nipple and his eyes darkened as he moved his other hand to Jack’s cock, and then two fingers touched the pirate.
Norrington leaned towards Jack, and brought his other hand lightly to Jack’s soft neck, before his right hand pushed into the tight space as slowly as he could.
Jack’s hands gripped the sides of the table, and his eyes fluttered half shut.
James moved forward, and captured his mouth before he pushed in further, fucking Jack slowly with his fingers.
“Hmmm,” Jack murmured
Norrington softly sucked at his mouth before he released his lips.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Norrington and Sparrow turned their heads towards the sound and froze.
“We are sorry, Sir, ...hey, stop pushing me. I just said that. Sorry, sir, we came to see if everything was alright. We saw a distinctively suspicious small sunken,
“Half- sunken,” the other soldier said.
“Yes, half-sunken boat, yeah, a boat in the docks, and we wanted to be sure Sparrow wasn’t involved somehow.”
Jame’s widened his eyes, but after a few seconds he released a soft sigh.
It was only his rather no so intelligent officers. He was glad it wasn’t anyone who he really had to worry about, at least for the time being.
Jack seemed put off as well, but after a moment, his eyes traveled down to where James had his finger’s still inside him, and the rogue grasped his own cock and started to jerk himself off.
Norrington’s eyes were pulled back to Jack’s skilled hand as it moved nicely against that cock.
Jame’s cleared his throat as he made himself pull his eyes away.
“I apologize, but I am currently quite busy and cannot be disturbed at this time,” James said evenly, though his eyes traveled back to Jack’s and he pushed his fingers deeper, seeing how the man’s eyes lost focus.
“Yes, sir, very good, sir,”
James moved his fingers out, and pushed Jack’s legs more apart, before he slowly moved forward.
Jack grabbed Norrington’s forearms, moving himself forward, until the pirate could feel Jame’s push into him.
“Oh, that is it,” Jack said unevenly and his head went back, and James moved his hands down, to rest on Jack’s waist, and he pushed in more, feeling Jack relax under him.
“Did you say anything, Sir?”
James glanced up briefly at the door.
“No,” Norrington said, and suddenly his hand was on Sparrow’s mouth, before he jerked his hips forward, and filled the pirate with himself.
“Ahh, “ Jack mumbled and his hands trembled underneath him.
James lightly pushed Sparrow down, so that the pirate would lie down on the table. He saw how his long hair spilled across it, and he marveled at the man’s beauty.
His hand grasped Jack’s cock then, while the other stayed on the pirate’s hip, and Jack moved his hands to his chest, pinching his own nipple.
“Aye, commodore, that’s it, drop that lovely, large, anchor in me, aye, it is good,” Jack blurted out in a whisper, and James widened his eyes, gently positioning himself, feeling Jack’s strong legs slightly shake, knowing it would hurt him at first, as he was very tight around.
“My pleasure, my pirate prince,” he said, feeling the tightness of the muscles against his hardness and he pushed slowly in
For all the talk, Jack was quiet for a second before he moaned softly and that made Norrington lose his composure a bit too quickly as he made love to Jack while increasing the pace.
Jack half tear-eyed but also half smiling, moaned, helping James hit his sweet spot inside several time by meeting his thrusts before he slowed down a bit and lazily laid there with his fine hair draped across the table.
There seemed to be some more knocking on the door, but James did not care; he however realized a relocation was in favor for them both as he knew Jack would complain about his back hurting, so he slowly moved back, while looking at Jack with desire.
“Just for the record, only you can interrupt me,” he said and wrapped Jack against himself, lifting him off the table and into his arms before he stood up and left the room with him.
“Of course, sir, but should we stay here to see if Jack Sparrow shows up, just in case?”