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: 2,494
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.

V. Clever Commodore

Will got up in the morning while Jack was still sleeping. He noticed Jack seemed unusually tired, but he was glad for it, as he had business to conduct with Norrington. He made his way slowly to the Commodore's door, alternately contemplating and attempting not to contemplate what awaited him there. Will did not knock, but let himself in and sat down in a chair, his limbs operating without instruction by his mind. Norrington peaked his head out from behind a door when he heard the legs of the chair scuffle on the floor. He smiled bitterly when he saw Will sitting there. If only Jack knew that pirates are not the only men not to be trusted.

"Make yourself at home," Norrington said with a sly grin. He sidled out from behind the door and opened a cabinet, pouring two stiff drinks, one for himself and one for Will. Will hesitated before taking the glass, his mind heavy and distracted. He choked down the drink nervously and his hand shook as he held the glass.

Norrington wiggled the bottle in Will's direction. He held out his glass and had a second drink as quickly as the first. The Commodore chuckled.

"Are you certain of what this compass is worth to you?" He asked Will.

"I am certain it is worth any price within my power to pay," Will said resolutely, keeping his nerve in spite of his state of mind.

"It is not too late to refuse," Norrington assured, knowing full well that Will would not back down.

"My decision has already been made."

Norrington nodded and sat down in a chair across from Will. He would give the boy as many drinks as he would have. They had all day to waste, as Jack could not come calling without revealing his earlier negotiations. The pair did not speak, but had several more drinks before Will was loosened up enough to move about with any ease. Then, the Commodore stood and motioned toward the chamber door. With a furrowing of his brow, Will raised himself and went forward.

He entered a bedroom that was ordinary apart from its scent. It smelled oddly familiar. Then, the realization struck him. The smell reminded him of Jack, and not just the ordinary smell of Jack, who was really quite fragrant at any ordinary moment. Rather, it smelled like the very same scent Will had smelled when he and Jack were together. Norrington noticed the change in expression, although he didn't let on whether or not he understood it as a flash of recognition, although he had long suspected Jack of opportunistic behavior, at the very least.

Will tightened his jaw and shook his thoughts from Jack. He sauntered to the bed, motions tainted with drink, and sat down. Norrington watched him with a critical eye, gauging Will's level of intoxication and resulting comfort level. Will was far from eager, but seemed considerably better off than when he first arrived. The Commodore removed his jacket and sat next to Will on the bed to pull off his shoes. He turned to look at Will who had been watching intently. When he caught his eye, however, Will turned swiftly away and stared into the empty corner of the room.

"Come, now," Norrington said, sounding deceptively friendly. "I'm not so bad."

Will said nothing, but sat nervously and ran his hand over his hair, tucking a stray piece behind his ear. Why did he care so that the room smelled like Jack's peculiar smell? What did it matter that he had been with Jack? Jack was a pirate, surely with many more lovers than Will cared to think about. There was no reason Will must be faithful to him. And so, there was nothing really to stop him from doing what he had to do to save his father. It was this thought that made up Will's mind to make the best of the situation.

With new resolution, Will steadied his racing pulse and moved closer to Norrington who was waiting for he knew not what. Will didn't know exactly what the Commodore had bargained for in terms of seduction, but he knew he had to get the awkward bit out of the way, first. He leaned forward abruptly and surprised Norrington with a hard kiss on the mouth. Stunned but pleased, he kissed Will back, touching the young man's face with a tenderness entirely inappropriate to the situation. Will felt some of his shyness melt away as drink filled his mind, and Norrington's breath filled his nose.

Will tried to imagine that he was engaging not in something that he had to do, but something that he wanted to do. He leaned forward further, placing his hands on the Commodore's shoulders and pushing him to lay back. He acquiesced and Will knelt over him, glad to be maintaining some measure of control. Norrington muttered sounds of appreciation as Will pressed their bodies together. He pushed the collar of Will's shirt over his browned shoulder and put his face to the crease of Will's neck. Still eager to give a good performance, Will took the hint and sat back to remove his shirt. He pulled the coarse white fabric up over his head, slowly revealing the evenly tanned skin.

Norrington watched the display of skin unfolding before him with obvious hunger. His eyelids narrowed and his expression hardened. He watched the contours of Will's muscles move in the indoor light. The softness of Will's skin called to him and his motivations, if ever uncertain, were again etched clearly in his mind. When Will's arms fell to his side and his shirt was discarded, he noticed Norrington's gaze, which made him feel a bit nervous. He lowered his eyes timidly and the Commodore touched his face, trying to be comforting.

Will breathed deeply, reminding himself that he need not have any allegiance with Jack, especially as a bed partner. He reached down and opened the Commodore's shirt, finding it easier to concentrate on busying his hands than look the man in the eye. Eye contact felt far too intimate and he simply could not be sure of the real motivations of the man he was about to lay with. If he looked away he could pretend those motivations were anything he liked. He could enjoy himself if he chose. And he thought it a very worthwhile endeavor to attempt. Will tugged Norrington's shirt, and he sat up to take it off, laying down again with a flop. Norrington sighed and he pulled Will forward by the trousers.

Will sank down over him and bent to kiss his neck. He let his weight rest on the Commodore's chest and he groaned with the sensation of his hardness rubbing against that of the man beneath him. Norrington raised his hips into Will's and pulled him close tightly. Without the reservations of character Jack aroused in him, he allowed Will to kiss him. Indeed, he kissed Will with eagerness, determined to draw out their activities as long as he could. While he had recently become convinced that Will and Jack were involved romantically, or at the very least erotically, and decided this was a partnership he wanted to destroy as badly as he'd wanted to terrorize Will's marriage to Elizabeth, he hadn't forgotten the reason for all the destruction of relationships. Norrington wanted Will for his own. In fact, Norrington had long ago decided that if he could not have Will, no one could. Ever. And he was willing to stop at nothing to achieve his aims.

For now, however, Norrington had better things to fill his mind, as finally, he had Will to fill his bed. He reached about and tugged the tie out of Will's hair so he could run his fingers through it. Will moaned with his face against the Commodore's neck, taking in the feeling of knowing a new lover. He thought about taking on more new lovers in the style of a real pirate, such as he would probably become soon enough, which again brought his thoughts to Jack. He shook himself away from the notion, but Norrington caught the shudder.

"Still thinking of someone else?" Norrington asked.

Will stared blankly, unable to respond.

"Jack's not here," he said coldly, further astounding Will.

"I…" Will stuttered.

"Jack's waiting at home," Norrington assured him.

"How would you know?" Will asked angrily.

"Why because he said so earlier."

"Earlier?" Will asked. He blinked.

"Indeed, Jack paid me quite the visit last evening."

"Paid you… a visit?" Will said, more and more confused as the discussion went on.

"In these very chambers," Norrington answered with a smile. "Said he would be waiting for you at your home to discuss matters of a rather… important variety, once you returned from your negotiations concerning his compass. He made a compelling offer, but ultimately I elected to give it to you, in spite of his efforts."

"Define 'compelling.'" Will spoke through his teeth.

"Well, it was of a nature similar to your own payment…," He paused to let the idea sink in, "But I thought that I should honor our previous commitments."

Will's jaw visibly clenched. No wonder that bastard was so tired this morning. His anger with Jack for betraying him far outweighed any anger he felt that Norrington had brought it up so cruelly. Will had an inkling that Norrington's manner was deliberately hurtful, but he was entirely duped by the lie. He just knew what he had with Jack was too good to be true. He would show Jack just how it felt to be used. With new passion, Will set himself upon Norrington's lips.

"I'll help you forget about Jack," the Commodore said as he pulled away, breathing heavily.

Will moaned and closed his eyes. That was what he wanted more than anything right now: to forget about Jack.

Norrington put his hands about Will's chest and gently pushed him over onto the bed. The linens were fresh and the bed was soft, unlike his own, and he gladly relaxed. The Commodore remarked that Will's eyes seemed nearly as black as Jack's. They were narrowed to lustful slits, and creased with the determination of a lover scorned. Will reached out and pulled him down, no longer possessing his reservations about the act. He clawed brutally at the Commodore and kissed him forcefully.

Will hastily undid the fastenings of Norrington's trousers, and whined when he had trouble shoving them down. The Commodore tore off the remainder of Will's clothes, as Will twisted and turned trying to accommodate him. With a low sigh, Norrington sat up and removed his own pants before climbing back over Will, who laid quite prone. They kissed fervently and Norrington ran his hands sensually over Will's skin. He moved slowly down Will's body with his fingertips, pausing to tease a nipple, twirling the hair below the navel, and finally arriving at his groin.

Will drew a deep, noisy breath when the Commodore finally touched him. He arched into the hand that gripped him, allowing himself to forget everything excepting the feeling. Bits and pieces of jumbled words escaped his lips until Norrington covered them with his own. Will had to remind himself not to be greedy and he ran his hand over Norrington's chest and down between his legs. Norrington's mouth fell slack for a moment and he shifted his weight toward Will's hand.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked Will.

"Aye, Commodore," Will replied breathily.

"James," he corrected.

"James," Will whispered.

Norrington quickly raised himself and went to his cabinet where he kept a little bottle of oil. With unusual haste, he went back to the bed and began to rub himself with oil. His hand coated in the slickness, he placed it between Will's legs and back. With a tentative finger, he pushed into Will, who resisted him, but did not verbally object. His breath hissed and his back arched slightly, and he held his partner close to his chest. After hardly any time for Will to adjust, Norrington added a second finger and twisted it.

Will gasped and writhed when the Commodore used his hand on him. His sighs were loud and extended and he begged for more. Norrington knelt between Will's knees.

"I want you," Will breathed, "to make me forget."

Without another thought, Norrington positioned himself over Will and pushed himself forward. He did so with a significant lack of consideration, in spite of himself. He didn't want to hurt Will, but in his eagerness, he forced his way rather quickly.

Will grunted and groaned under the Commodore's weight. He concentrated on the newly familiar feeling of being entered by a lover and did his best to relax. When Will winced at a small thrust, Norrington caught himself, slowing his pace. His breath was hot and noisy below Will's ear as he let his weight sink gradually forward. Will moaned, impassioned with the fervor of revenge, when he felt his body pressed fully against his new partner.

Norrington made low noises, deep in his throat, as Will threw back his head. He sucked at the artfully exposed neck, pulling the skin to a fresh, red mark. Will lifted his legs above Norrington's and wrapped them around his hips, angling his body upward. Newly aroused by Will's wantonness, the Commodore began to thrust with more force. Will pulled him close with arms and legs, and kissed him enthusiastically. Will gasped and shook with every thrust, yet he felt it was not quite enough.

"Your hips," Will began, but was delayed by a hard thrust.

Norrington grunted.

"Commodore…" Will choked out.

"James," he panted in reply.

"James," Will repeated, "your hips…"

Again Will paused for a hearty thrust.

"Tilt them up."

Norrington did as Will asked and tilted his hips, the fantastic stimulation of which made Will whine with pleasure. The Commodore continued the motion that Will so enjoyed until they rocked against one another, heaving their bodies into each repetition. Inexperienced as he was, Will was soon gripped by the inability to control his release. He cried out, entangling his hands in Norrington's hair and pulling mercilessly, began to climax.

"James," Will gasped.

He pushed harder into Will.

"More!" Will shouted.

With heavy pushes, Norrington let loose a series of startlingly loud grunts as the tightness of Will's body increased around him. Both partners shouted release and their motions faded to stillness.

After a few moments, Will regained his breath and gently pulled away from Norrington's grip. He hastily grabbed a bit of fabric from the nearby chair and cleaned his belly before getting up to dress himself. Norrington watched, satisfied, but dismayed. He could see that Will felt guilty, and probably used. He was going home, now, to hash it out with Jack. Now, it was Norrington's time to wait for the inevitable culmination of his plans.