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Warning: SLASH. Don't like? Don't read.
A Dealing of the Past.
"We wish for you to act as an agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend Captain Sparrow." Beckett said.
"More acquaintance than friend, how do you know him?" asked William Turner.
"We've had dealings in the past, and we've each left our mark on the other."he replied as he lifted a hot branding iron with the letter "p".
"What mark did he leave on you?" William inquired. Beckett looked ahead of him with a glaze over his eyes, remembering a time so long ago.
Jack Sparrow stood in front of Beckett's desk in shackles, waiting for the branding. He was thinking of his best escape, which wasn't going to be easy. The window was a possibility, and there was also running through the town. The two men held Jack as the "p" was branded onto his right arm, and no noise came from the pirate.
"A moment, please." Beckett gestured to the two men and the door. They left without a word. And the two men stared at each other.
"You could have asked them to take these off." Jack said as he lifted his still chained hands.
"Then where would the fun be?" he asked with a devilish smile. Beckett then grabbed Jack by the shoulders and pushed him against his desk, putting his own body against him and whispered in his ear.
"What's more fun than a sexy man, chained, and has no control over anything? Beckett asked. Jack moaned and he knew they were both getting hard at the contact. Jack thrust himself forward against Beckett and he stilled his actions.
"Tell me what you want." Beckett told Jack.
"I want you." he simply said. Beckett kissed him, biting Jack's lower lip and flicked his tongue for permission. Jack's mouth opened and Beckett's tongue battled with Jack's. Breathing deeply, and groping each other until they needed air. They couldn't risk sex, but Jack couldn't stop now. He threw his chained arms around Beckett and switched their positions. He flipped Beckett over and bent him down. Soon Beckett felt Jack grinding against him, and gaining speed quickly. He had never had dry sex before. Jack was panting, and Beckett was making small mewing noises which began to grow into fierce moans.
"Harder." Beckett commanded. Jack was happy to oblige and he slammed himself against Beckett's arse, the desk rattling with the force of each slam. Jack was close, he could feel it, and he began to growl. Beckett couldn't hold much longer, and Jack moved his hands to grasp Beckett's member and pump to the rhythm of his grinding. Finally Beckett exploded, shaking in the process. Jack followed suit soon after picking up speed as he did so.
Both men panting, they got up. They looked at each other for a moment before Beckett took off the shackles and kissed Jack. The last thing he remembered was Jack running and jumping out the window without a single glance back in his direction.
I watched the movie and I had to write this. It's meant as a short fic but if anyone thinks I should write a whole fic about it let me know. R & R!
Sarah