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Title: Just Trust Me

Summary: Jack is captured after a disguise gone wrong, and taken to Port Royal for hanging. On the journey there he is raped and tortured. Once reaching Port Royal he is given a chance for a pardon if he can complete a quest for the king. Can James help him heal, and trust again?

Again, I'm a bad person for making you all wait so long for this chapter. Also, a special thanks to James Bond for kicking my butt into gear so I get moving forward with the story.

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It had been a few days since Jack's outburst, and he knew that everyone had witnessed it. He saw the looks everyone had been giving him, including Norrington. Out of everyone who came in the house, Norrington was the one who had at least treated him like an adult capable of making his own decisions. He had personally actually been happy to find out that they cuffed him to his bed, because it meant they didn't think he was helpless, and that's exactly how he felt right now.

Sitting on his bed staring into space thinking about nothing was not how Jack wanted to spend his afternoons. That was how Miss Swan designated that it be though, which meant no fun for Jack, no fun at all. Honestly, he thought it was a waste of his many talents. Trapped here he couldn't stir up trouble or ruffle anyone's feathers, so to speak. He really missed just simply picking on people close to him, anyone would do really, but no, none of that thanks to Miss Swan.

Honestly, it wasn't fair. He really was feeling much better. He hadn't come to terms with what happened just yet, but most of his trauma was subsiding finally. He supposed it was due in part to his personality. He never was one to dwell on things, and always preferred to live in the present. However, he wished he could alter his current present. He lay his head back against his pillows, far too many if anyone bothered to ask him, and studied the ceiling. It was exactly the same as it had been five minutes ago. He heard a knock on his door and practically shot out of bed. He was excited to finally have someone to entertain him for the moment.

The door opened and Miss Swan strolled into the room. He had taken up the habit of calling her that when he was upset or angry with her, and her keeping him detained in his infernal room was definitely causing him distress. "Ah, Miss Swan, come to see me I see. Well as you can see I am feeling much better really, and so I think me and Norrington can leave as soon as possible." He was hoping that it was working and even added one of his signature grins.

His luck wasn't with him at the present time, more than likely fleeing to somewhere more entertaining. "No Jack, you are hardly well and so you will be staying here until I determine you are fit to leave."

He signed and fell back onto his pillow yelling an exasperated "I'm going to die in this room!" He sat giving her one of his best sad puppy dog looks and said "Please Lizzy, I really am feeling much better. Maybe even just a small walk?"

The woman seemed immune to everything he tried. "No Jack, go back to resting. You are far from a full recovery. I'll come back when you aren't acting so difficult." She left and he just sat there eyeing holes in the door and pouting. He slammed his head back against the headboard, and rubbed it afterward deciding that was a bad idea. He really needed to think of a way get that woman to let him go live his life.

He wasn't sure if she knew what had transpired or not. Her and the whelp sometimes acted like they knew while other times they played coy. Personally, they had been just confusing him, and he decided he would cross that bridge when they reached it.

So for now he had little to entertain himself with except for himself, but since he could hardly carry on a conversation with himself as he reasoned it was awkward talking to oneself, it was like being all alone. Yup, that was how he reasoned it and so that was how it was going to be no matter who was talking.

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Judging by the position of the sun Jack assumed Norrington would be making an appearance shortly. He hated to admit that he looked forward to his visits with the commodore. They were highly entertaining, and they always seemed to be engaged in a game of cat and mouse, both playing either part. At the moment though Jack was the cat trying to decipher the underlying meaning of the messages Norrington was dropping him. The man seemed heavily confused, and Jack hated it.

Naturally he liked to cause confusion, but generally that was the only kind he liked. He felt a sort of pride knowing that he caused the chaos and generally it wasn't any fun unless he was directly involved. He believed that whatever was plaguing the man's mind had to do with him, but he didn't get the pleasure of installing it originally, and so had to put the pieces together, which was just trivial.

They both shared very different views on life. Norrington preferred structure and schedule, whereas he preferred chaos and spontaneity. However, he supposed it was one thing that drew him to Norrington. He could always count on him coming at a specific time, just as it was planned. There was no big question mark around Norrington's life. It gave Jack a sense of calm to his wild spirit, not that it would ever tame him, he was Captain Jack Sparrow after all.

Hearing the knock on the door brought him back to the present, and of course prompt as always the commodore entered the room. The two men nodded to each other in greeting as Norrington strolled up to the side of the bed looking down at Jack.

"I've have been trying to make preparations for departure, but Miss Swan is insistent that I need her permission, and has her father wrapped around her finger, who I do unfortunately need permission from." Norrington warily informed him with a sour expression on his face. This was very disheartening news for Jack who felt even more exasperated than before.

"I'm going to die in this room!" he yelled for the second time again that day and was beginning to believe it more with each time. It was really depressing him.

Norrington actually laughed at that which caught Jack's attention. The man really did need to laugh more often. It was unhealthy to be that uptight. "Yes, well, at this rate you might."

Jack started waving his hands about babbling about nonsense which to him actually did make sense, it was just jumbled. Norrington grabbed his hands trying to hold them still and by the time he succeeded he was leaning over Jack half pinning him down. They looked at each other for a long moment, both seemed to be judging each other with their eyes, before Norrington finally spoke. "What are we, friends, enemies, acquaints?" Jack believed he was finally given the final piece of the puzzle, and now the future would be determined on what he did with it. He was however not quite ready to give up the game just yet, and had been beginning to ponder this question himself.

"I'm not sure." he replied carefully gauging the other's expression. Norrington shifted his position so he moved one leg up onto the bed while the other remained on the floor.

Jack really didn't like how this situation was affecting him. He blamed his growing lust and desire on the fact that he hadn't actually had enjoyable sex in over a month, and so was beginning to feel the tension. He felt himself beginning to shift around to try to expel the feeling taking over clouding his judgment. However, his shifting allowed him to notice that Norrington was also responding to the situation. He looked back up into Norrington's eyes and was able to see the confusion and lust residing in them. Norrington really had been pondering far too long about this. It was pretty obvious how much of a stick he was, and Jack really wanted to knock some of that out of him.

Jack was further surprised when Norrington leaned down and kissed him. He went into shock for a moment because he really wasn't expecting that. He felt that he should have, but really just didn't. After a moment though he responded kissing back. It was a simple kiss to start out with just their lips moving softly together. Norrington further shifted his body so he was now laying over him, and deepened the kiss licking Jack lips and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Jack could taste the barest hint of brandy on the commodore's tongue and savored it.

Finally Norrington pulled back. They were both panting and Jack was becoming even more turned on. He felt his body heating up, and he was extremely sensitive to everything around him. Norrington leaned down and kissed his neck, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to feel. The man was trailing kisses down his all down his neck leaving tingles in their wake. Jack tried to control himself, but the feelings were becoming too intense. He was panting and moaning softly. A shiver ran though him suddenly and it seemed Norrington approved because he moaned slightly as well. Jack wanted so badly to move his hands and touch the man somewhere, anywhere, but they were still pined by his head forcing him to be submissive.

Finally Norrington released one of hands and used his free hand to run down Jack's sides and toy with his pants. Jack moaned again wanting to get started, and not mess around much longer. He was far too turned on for that now. He reached up and began to unbuckle Norrington's pants freeing the commodore's member from its confined space. Norrington had also pushed his breeches off and had moved on to stroking his member. "Ahh!" Jack moaned while Norrington moved his hand slowly up and down his now erect member. It felt way too good for Jack and he wanted to explode, but just as he was reaching his peak the man stopped.

"Do you have any oil, or anything that could work for lubricant." Norrington whispered to him. Thinking of it now, Jack realized that nothing in the room was going to work and so they were going to have to do it the hard way.

"No, so it looks like we're gonna have to rough it." he replied quietly.

Norrington looked unsure, but continued anyway. Jack felt a finger gently push into his entrance. He tensed, but relaxed a moment getting used to the feeling. Norrington had begun kissing his stomach, and it was serving as a distraction. Another finger was pushed in causing some discomfort, but no actual pain. He was actually beginning to feel some pleasure from the fingers as they began moving in and out. It wasn't until the third was added that he felt some pain and grimaced. The fingers were still moving in and out mixing the pleasure and the pain. Then suddenly he felt overwhelmed with pleasure and he saw white, releasing a loud moan. When his vision returned he looked at Norrington who wore a sly grin on his face. He suddenly felt fragile and cold. Absently he wondered what he must have looked like at the moment. Norrington shushed him, and brushed his hair out of his face clinking the beads together as he entered him slowly.

It was slightly painful and he tried to remain relaxed and focus on the pleasure that was emerging. Once Norrington had pushed in completely he started thrusting slowly, and soon they were both lost in the feelings coursing through them. They moaned, panted, and screamed until they finally came.

They lay contently next to each other for some time just enjoying the peace that settled over them. Jack however decided it was time to break the silence. "So does this answer your question?"

"No, it takes it to a whole new level." Norrington sighed and answered.

Jack was thoughtful for a moment before answering. "Well, maybe there is no word for this. Maybe it's just what it is."

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