Title: Dead Man's Chest
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, James Norrington and various permutations thereof
Warnings: character death, violence, non-con, spoilers
Summary: 15 men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Disclaimer: At no point do I claim any form of ownership of any of the characters depicted in this piece. My representations of them are not necessarily indicative of the intentions of their original creators. The plot in which I place these characters holds no relationship to their original context. I make no profit from borrowed characters. Don't sue me.
Word Count: 1,949
Notes: Don't overlook the warnings. I implore you, for the love of all that is holy, do NOT overlook the warnings. If you have an inkling that this sort of thing will rub you the wrong way, now would be the time to stop, before you're reading this like one watches a train wreck. And then you'll be mad at me. But I warned you.

IV. Paying the Debt

"Let's dispense with the pleasantries, shall we, Commodore?" Jack asked sternly.

"Very well. You have nothing to offer me, Sparrow. I don't want your compass and I know that you don't have it. What else could possible be within your power that's worth trading?" Norrington replied icily.

"Will came to you because you promised him a way to his father. Do you think I'm so daft I can't figure out what that means? I don't give a damn for that compass. What you ask of Will to trade for it is unfair. He's barely a man, let alone a man jaded enough by the world to be willing to meet that sort of demand. I, on the other hand, am a pirate. And being a pirate, have many services to offer and far more experience in doing so."
"Go on," Norrington said, voice cold as ever.

"Let me perform whatever services you intend in his stead. You need not give me the compass. I'd rather him never learn of our deal. Give it to him when he arrives so that you know I don't intend to steal it back. Tell him you've had a change of heart. Tell him anything you like, excepting the truth, but let me settle his debt."

"Your charity is unprecedented," the Commodore hissed sarcastically.

After a few moments of silence, something flickered across Norrington's face. It was gone too quickly for Jack to place and his thoughts were broken by Norrington's voice.

"I accept," he said, motioning toward a door.

Norrington held it open for Jack and they walked down a hall into a furnished bedroom. Jack did not wait to think about the strange, momentary expression. Jack went into the room and took off his hat and coat, placing them on a chair. The Commodore closed the door behind them. Mechanically, Jack stepped out of his boots and untied his sash and belts. The Commodore watched all this with scrutiny. Jack stopped when he was down to only pants and turned to see Norrington fully dressed. He looked Jack up and down, but made no move.

"So, that's how it'll be," Jack muttered with distaste. "Well, if there's something you're wanting me to start with, you'd best tell me what it is."

The Commodore motioned Jack close. He dipped his face to Jack's neck and inhaled the smell of him, but they did not touch. Then, Norrington stepped back and put his fingertips on the center of Jack's chest. His gaze hardened and Jack sensed more than saw the other hand curl into a fist at Norrington's side.

The blow hit Jack in the temple and turned his face to the side. Jack grunted but didn't move. Norrington took the hand from Jack's chest and straightened his face. Jack eyed him unwaveringly as the second blow landed squarely on his nose. This blow sent Jack stumbling and Norrington pursued, striking him several more times about the face. Finally, he shoved Jack onto the bed. Jack sat gratefully. Having put up no fight and making no sound but grunts, Jack welcomed some place soft to sit and rub his bruised face.

Norrington moved away and began to remove his clothes. When Jack looked up again it was because Norrington coughed for attention. He stood in as much undress as Jack, wearing only pants. He motioned Jack to stand up and they stared face to face, expressions harsh and unblinking. Jack was a very stubborn man, but Norrington was fortified by the thought of teaching him a good lesson.

The Commodore motioned Jack to the floor and he sank to his knees, glaring defiantly. Jack did not look up for instruction as he undid the fastenings of Norrington's trousers. He tugged gently at the rigid flesh and wrapped his lips over the tip. Jack thought of clamping his teeth down, but didn't want to destroy his chances at the compass, for Will's sake. If Norrington were to scream, Jack would be immediately outnumbered and there could be no negotiations, not to mention that such a course of action would surely nullify any prior negotiations.

Jack hollowed his cheeks and slid his mouth forward. He could hear Norrington breathe, but he never once moaned or gave any distinct signs of enjoyment. The Commodore instructed Jack to hum, which he did. This at least produced a hissed breath and a shudder, but Jack could pry from him no more than that to make the interaction more human. As Jack thought the Commodore might be approaching completion, he moved Jack's face away. Jack grumbled. For a moment, he'd believed this task might be quick.

The Commodore adjusted himself and motioned toward the bed. Jack scooted up onto the middle of it and waited. Norrington stood weighing his options for a moment and then stepped forward. He knelt on the bed and tugged Jack toward him. He grabbed Jack by the wrist and pulled him up to his knees, positioning Jack on all fours.

"Wait," Jack stopped him. "Let me get oil."

The Commodore considered the request. He wanted to hurt Jack, but the man had a point. Oil was better for them both. Norrington released Jack's arm and nodded his agreement, but watched carefully as Jack went through his effects. Jack, however, did not attempt anything tricky. He retrieved a little bottle of oil, took off his pants and went back to the bed obediently. Jack was noticeably unaroused as he applied the oil to Norrington's groin. He grunted in disapproval.

"I will be expecting your full participation," Norrington growled.

Jack squinted the best he could with his quickly swelling eyelids. Norrington grabbed Jack rather roughly and used his hands on him. Jack frowned.

"Your debt will not be paid until you have spent," The Commodore said darkly.

Jack sighed, but did not argue. He closed his eyes and attempted to will himself to hardness. It was difficult to ignore the differences in manner and scent and circumstance, but Jack forced himself to think of his brief nights with Will and his degree of arousal was finally satisfactory to the Commodore's exacting standards.

"Good," Norrington whispered. "Now, we can begin."

He positioned Jack on hands and knees, his own flesh still coated with slick oil. Giving no consideration to Jack's comfort, the Commodore pushed forward without warning. In his haste, he entered Jack with great force causing Jack to arch his back and hold his breath. The Commodore was infinitely pleased with Jack's reaction. Jack tried to relax and his arousal wavered, but Norrington paid little heed to this and pulled the slender hips backward with startling force. Jack winced and gasped, so Norrington took a moment to reach around to Jack's groin. He pushed and pulled, manipulating the flesh while giving little thrusts until Jack was hard again.

Having been given some time to adjust, Jack was able to maintain arousal in spite of the Commodore's somewhat violent manner. Norrington put a hand on Jack's head and tugged at his hair, pulling his head up. He arched back, using Jack's hair for leverage and pushed again and again, making Jack fight himself not to respond. Jack was sore, but the motion stroked the sensitive gland within him in a very pleasurable way.

There was no harm in enjoying himself, Jack rationalized. He had to perform his duty one way or another and it wasn't as though he'd sworn fidelity to Will. After all, Will had only chosen Jack to teach him to be with another man. It was only by Jack's choice that Will would be saved the burden of that man's touch. Jack thought of the teaching and a moan escaped him. He stopped himself immediately, but the Commodore caught it and deliberately changed his stroke. He pulled back quite far and angled his hips toward the spot Jack so enjoyed. Jack held his breath as he waited for the eventual impact. It did not arrive.

"Commodore?" Jack asked, confused.

Norrington pushed forward slightly, but not enough to be satisfying. Jack shuddered.

"What do you want?" Norrington whispered.

Jack decided he didn't like this game. He didn't respond. Again, Norrington repeated the shallow motion.

"Say it."

"Say what?" Jack played dumb.

"Ask for it." There was a long pause. Jack thought about dignity and loyalty and... and that confounded motion of Norrington's hips! He tried to move his hips forward and back, but Norrington pulled the hand away from Jack's head and held him fast, hands surprisingly strong.

"Please," Jack whispered.

Again, the slow, shallow thrust.

"Commodore, please," Jack whispered louder and with greater passion.

With a low groan, Norrington slid forward, teasingly slow. Jack squirmed and bit his lower lip, wanting more, but being unwilling to ask. A few minutes of this pace, however, removed his inhibitions.

"Damn it, Commodore!" Jack growled.

"Say it!" Norrington shouted.
"More, damn it, please! I want more," Jack complained loudly, relieved at the release of tension.

Finally, Norrington responded to Jack's plea and heaved his weight forward. Jack cried out loudly, not caring whether anyone might hear. Norrington leaned over and wrapped his arms about Jack's torso, grunting with his efforts. Jack shuddered and writhed almost delicately, making small, rumbling noises of appreciation. He pushed back into Norrington's thrusts, easing the long minutes of previous desperation out of mind.

With a sudden flurry of movement, Jack spun around and untangled himself from Norrington's grip. He flipped onto his back and pulled forward the stunned Commodore by the pants he still wore around his thighs. Jack lifted up his knees and wrapped his legs around Norrington's waist. Reluctantly, the Commodore acquiesced and sank down over Jack, letting his weight be guided. Jack pulled him down with his feet and kissed him. In protest of the sudden intimacy, Norrington kept his mouth closed and did not respond except by entering Jack with yet more force. Jack, however would not take no for an answer and grabbed Norrington by the hair.

"Do you want me to spend?" Jack breathed.

"You will pay your debt," Norrington replied between thrusts.

"Then, make me," Jack whispered and pulled the Commodore down to his level.

Norrington kissed Jack hard on the mouth, finally giving in to sensation. He ran his hands up and down Jack's side, feeling the thin frame shake with impassioned breath. Jack clawed ravenously at the Commodore's skin and hair. He lifted his legs toward his chest and Norrington positioned himself around them to deepen his stroke. Jack moaned wantonly as their kiss broke and begged for more.

Norrington held Jack's legs behind the knees an slammed forward with enough force to inch Jack upward on the bed. Jack lifted his arms to brace himself against the stout headboard and growled deep in his throat. It was a noise of defiance and challenge, and the Commodore responded in kind. He pushed himself on Jack brutally, but Jack did not seem to mind. Jack shouted and his body began to twitch as the Commodore forced himself upon him.

The spasms of Jack's release rippled through his muscles and he spent, spilling himself onto his own belly. The contractions of Jack's body took the Commodore by surprise and he nearly screamed, instead, refusing to breathe. Norrington made choked noises of completion and Jack felt the hot spill of release within him. For a few moments, the two twitched in the afterglow of culmination. Jack kissed the neck above him with tenderness and affection, but the Commodore disentangled himself quickly and resumed his previous distance. Jack looked away and reminded himself of his motivations. Will needed that compass. Jack had made sure he would have it.