A/N: Heavier stuff ahead.
I know, I know, short chapters. It takes time for me to write.
Simple Terms
Norrington felt uncomfortable and quite hungry, but determined to show neither. Cut wasn't sporting any of his smug, cold smiles now, but his eyes held a hidden excitement, and he moved with that same confident force as a man in control. They entered the brig, and Norrington retained his position, forcing himself not to back down.
"Get Sparrow and tie him," ordered Cut, and the two brutes hauled a reluctant Sparrow to his feet. "Commodore. It's time to start our ...negotiation."
"Belated, I would say." Norrington's voice was cold.
Cut's face split with a broad smile. Norrington began to suspect why, apart from the obvious reasons, the pirate was called Cut. "An eager fella, ain't we now?" said the man, amused. "Now, Commodore, my terms are very simple," he paused, effectfully. "I'll let you go free in exchange for the Dauntless."
Norrington's eyes widened, incredulously. "Unacceptable."
"Is it? I suppose I'll have to be more persuasive, then. I want you to sign the Dauntless over to me, Norrington. otherwise..." Cut's eyes flashed menacingly. "I will show, on Sparrow, what I intend to do to you."
"An accord forced by torture-" Norrington began, but was cut off.
"Torture? Who said a word about torture?" Cut purred. "Sow, take hold on the Commodore, will ya?" The taller of the pair released Sparrow and grabbed Norrington by his arms.
Cut advanced on Sparrow, who looked very much like a cornered animal. "Now, mate..." he said guardedly, gesturing with his trapped hands.
Cut stepped close to Sparrow, and grabbed Sparrow's jaw in his right hand. Sparrow was still as a marble statue as Cut circled him. Cut's man gave room to him and when he was standing behind Sparrow, he pulled his arm tight around Sparrow's throat, and pressed him against his own body. Sparrow writhed almost convulsively, but Cut only pressed harder, his right arm around the slim waist. The lackey had moved away completely. Cut was taller and wider than Sparrow, who almost was forced to stand on his toes in the death grip. Something with how small Sparrow looked... Something with the anticipation in the air... Norrington frowned. Something was off.
"Bring him closer" said Cut, throaty, and Norrington found himself dragged till he stood two feet away from Sparrow. Norrington met his eyes, and Sparrow gave him a shallow smile. When Cut began to talk again, Sparrow's eyes grew distant. "Commodore, Commodore..." Cut was almost whispering. He loosened his grip around Sparrow's throat a little, leaned to the side and blew air into Sparrow's ear. "Watch closely." And Norrington did, God help him, noting how Sparrow forced himself to relax, how painfully slow he exhaled. Cut laughed ruggedly, and Sparrow winced as he too shook with Cut's body.
...will write more...
I hadn't planned to end it like this, but alas, I need my sleep, and was eager to post.
I have taken a dark road... will you follow? Or is it, you know; "Abandon ship!" all you readers jump off, and my little fic is left to get cruched by the Dauntless-ness of ...I'll think of something later...
To say it in a less elaborating way: review.