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Of Captains and Kings
BY: Eleclya*** Jack was bored. Ever since He'd left Will and Elizabeth at Port Royal, nothing had happened that was at all out of the ordinary. At first it was good just to be back out on the open seas on the Pearl, completely free. But all that had happened was that they'd attacked a few merchant ships, and then gone on to the next thing. He needed something to change, and he was fed up of waiting for it to happen on its own. He looked through some of the maps piled up in his cabin, trying to think of something that they could do. Then he noticed on one of them, there was a large space that was completely blank. Uncharted waters. Grinning, he ran up on deck. "Gibbs, turn `er round" He yelled to the first mate. "Head due east, we're gonna go find us an adventure." ~*~ They'd been sailing for weeks. They'd reached the `uncharted waters' a few days after Jack had set the course, and found that maybe the map was blank just because there really was nothing there. They were running low on stocks, as they'd not seen any sign of life since they'd arrived at the unknown area. "Cap'n something's not right `ere. We been sailing too long. I seen them maps, it were a large area alrigh', but we should've cleared it all by now. We're travellin' in a straight line, we shoulda reached the other side long ago." Jack had to agree with Gibbs. Something was wrong. The area was not large enough for this, and even if it was, it was highly unlikely that they'd be able to sail this long without seeing something. "Alrigh', we sail fer one more day. If we see nothin' we turn back. `Part from anythin', we almost ran outta rum, we need to find some soon as we can." He replied and headed down to his cabin. He'd really messed this one up. In trying to find an adventure for himself, he'd ended up having less to do than if he'd just carried on as he was. Suddenly there was a cry from on deck. "Cap'n, quick, we seen somethin', looks like an island!" Jack ran up, eager for something to break the complete and utter boredom. Looking out he saw a dark line on the horizon. It was too far to tell, but it looked like a small island. However, as they got closer, they saw that it was not a small island at all, but part of an island that looked big enough to be a whole country. There were mountains, forests and fields as far as the eye could see, but there was no sign of civilisation. Jack decided it would be best to follow the coast until they found a city of some sort, or at least a sheltered cove where they could leave the ship without worrying too much about it. As they followed it round, they saw a narrow river, and some very small coves, but nothing big enough for the ship, and absolutely no sign of human life. After several hours of sailing, they finally found a cove that was large enough for the ship. Leaving most of the crew on the ship, Jack left to explore with only Anamaria, Gibbs and three other crewmembers in order to stay as inconspicuous as possible. After a couple of miles of walking, they reached a river, which they followed to try and avoid getting lost. It was starting to get dark as they reached a small wooded area, so they decided to hide in there and try and get some sleep. The next day they carried on walking. The crewmembers were starting to get tired, as they weren't used to so much walking, and Jack was getting annoyed by the way the land didn't sway. They considered turning around and heading back, but at Anamaria's insistence ("I didn't come all this way just to turn back and sail a near empty ocean for another god knows how long, so get up off your arses and keep on walking") they carried on. A few times, Jack was certain he could he the sound of hooves, but he put it down as his brain getting confused by the lack of alcohol and making him hear things. `Urgh, I need to get some rum in me system and quick, them bloody hooves are getting louder.' Turning towards the `imagined' sound, Jack saw a group of about 15 horse and riders galloping towards them. Before he had a chance to react and warn the others, the first of the group had caught up, and they were soon surrounded. They were wearing odd clothes, and a lot of armour covered both men and horses. All carried spears, and some had bow and arrows, while others had swords. The five of them had no chance against so many, so Jack raised his hands in a sign of surrender, encouraging the others to follow his lead. "What business do men such as yourself have in Gondor? From where do you hail? I do not appear to be familiar with your attire. Speak now." The leader of the group spoke sharply, demanding respect. "'M so sorry mate, `fraid we got a bit lost. See we're not from round here, we was sailin' an' then we jus' sorta turned up `ere an' we thought we'd `ave a quick look round see if we can't find out where we can find the nearest port te replenish our supplies." Every one of the men looked at each other confused. "You're speech is unfamiliar to us, I seem to have some trouble understanding you. I'm afraid to say it does remind me slightly of that of an orc." One of the men in the circle snickered at this comment, earning a harsh glare from the leader. "In fact, so much so, it would lead me to believe that you may have spent long periods of time in their presence, which would indicate that you are a spy from the lands of Mordor. We shall have to take you into Minas Tirith, We must consult King Elessar on this matter." At this Jack looked even more confused than the men surrounding him. "Wha'? Orcs? Mordor? Esel… Else… huh? We done nothin', for once I'm tellin' ye I done nothing… ye wouldn' happen te know someone by the name o' James Norrington would ye? Long lost brother? Ye so similar it's uncanny." Glaring at Jack, another similarity between him and the commodore, he turned to the two men nearest to him. "Bind their hands, each of the five must be flanked by two men, make sure they have no way of escaping. We don't know what they can do, keep a harsh eye on them." Soon all of the pirates were bound, their weapons were taken and they were surrounded again by the group of riders. They started their long journey to the white city. After several days of walking, they finally reached the city. It was like none the pirates had ever seen. It was beautiful, well built… clean. They passed the doors of what was obviously the palace, and entered the prison next door. They were each put in different cells and the leader went out to the palace to speak with the king. A jailer was left at the door, but no one inside, so they were free to talk. "Bloody one time I don' do `nythin' an' I still end up in a bloody prison somewhere waitin' for some bloody sentence from some bloody high an' mighty little… min' you, at least we foun' somethin' similar to back home. They don' like pirates, bu' they do like prisons. Hopefully they don' like tyin' ropes roun' people's neck an' droppin' them from great heights." "Jack… shuttup. We're here, there's nothin' we can do about it, so we might as well just sit quiet and wait for this King what ever his name was to decide what he's gonna do." Anamaria yelled from the cell next to his. Grumbling, Jack sat in the corner and thought about the situation. He was sat in a locked cell, with his hands tied behind his back, so there was no way of escaping. `Wait a minute… I'm a sailor, I know knots. If I can just get my hands free, then at least I'll have some sort of chance of escaping if they take me to see this king.' The knot was only a simple reef knot, and within minutes Jack's hands were free. He put a release loop in the rope and threaded it back round his hands, so no one would become suspicious but he'd be able to get out of it quickly. Laying back against the wall, he tried to sleep. The cell doors were still locked, and until someone came to open them, there was no use in doing anything else. However, before he had the chance, the leader was back, followed by four other men. He walked to the door of Jack's cell. "Are you the leader of this group of spies. King Elessar would like to speak with you before he decides what course of action to take. I just hope he's in a good mood for your sake." He opened the door and two of the guards lead Jack out. "Jack, can I just say, in the words of… well, you… please, don't do anything stupid." Jack grinned at Anamaria "Hmph, like I would. `M Captain Jack Sparrow, I'll get us outta this." Ana did not look impressed by this, but sat down resignedly. Jack was led out of the prison and into the palace. They walked down what seemed like miles of winding corridors, turning left and right at seemingly random door everywhere. `Well, they certainly don' `ave to worry `bout me escapin', I'd never fin' me way out o' here.' Finally, they reached a much larger, grander set of double doors. He was lead in and up to a throne at the far end of the hall there. Bowing low, the leader spoke to the man seated on the throne. "King Elessar, this… man appears to be the leader of the group of spies we brought in before. He said to one of them that his name is Jack Sparrow, and that he is some form of captain, although it wouldn't surprise me if the four people in the prisons are the only people he commands." Jack glared at the back of the mans head `Christ, this guy get more like Norrington by the second.' "Escuse me, bu' I think ye'll find tha' I'm actually captain of th' Black Pearl, an' I got all th' rest o' me crew waitin' on said ship fer my return, which I would like te happen pretty soon if ye don' mind." Jack didn't look the king in the eye, as he had learned that you can't be intimidated as well if you're not actually looking at the person speaking to you. The king frowned at the man stood before him "Hmmm, I understand how you may have mistaken his speech for that of an orc, but I do not think they are the same. I have spent many years fighting orcs, I know when I hear one, and this man's accent is quite different. Now tell me, where is this `Black Pearl' you speak of, so that we might try and find some truth in what you say." "Ah no, I'm not fallin' fer tha' one. I tell you where me Pearl is, and you take some great army o' yours te go an' kill me crew. No, I may be a pirate, bu' I'm no' turnin' me crew in. `Part from anythin' no' entirely sure where the Pearl is, since I got so kindly dragged off by yer soldiers here an' I've no knowledge o' this place at all." At this, Jack finally looked the king in the eye, and immediately wished he hadn't. He was rendered speechless, and couldn't bring himself to look away. The man was gorgeous, and with all the time Jack had been at sea, he'd not had a good fuck in what seemed like an age. Deciding that Jack would probably be better talking to him alone, Aragorn turned to the leader. "Captain Faramir, Would you mind leaving us for a while. I think with these types of people, they are more likely to give information if they have fewer people overhearing." On seeing Faramir's surprised and worried expression, he added, "Leave a guard outside the door if it would make you feel more at ease, though I assure you I'm quite capable of looking after myself." Hesitantly, Faramir left the room, the rest of the guards following and closing the huge doors behind them. The king walked down the steps from the throne and stood in front of Jack. "I, unlike my captain, am a trusting man. I do not believe that you are spies from Mordor, you do not seem the type. And I think that the captain also failed to realise that you were not coming from the direction of Mordor, nor were you trying to hide from the guard. Either you're very bad spies, or you are trying out a new way of getting into my city. I fear that should it be the latter, I have most certainly fallen for it." Swallowing the lump in his throat, Jack gathered his thoughts together to try and make a (relatively) coherent reply. "No, I'm pretty sure we jus' got lost. An' it'd be much `preciated if ye'd help me get back te me ship. Don' like bein' on dry land to long, don' move enough for my likin'. Prefer te spend me days sailin' across the seven seas wi' a bottle o' rum in me hand… which reminds me, ye wouldn' happen te have anythin', ye know, alcoholic te drink would ye King… erm, wha' was yer name?" Laughing he replied "Elessar, but you may call me Aragorn if you find that easier to say and remember." At the look on Jack's face, he laughed even more. "Fine, I normally only allow the elves, but I believe that with time we can be friends, and friends must be able to say one another's names properly, so you may call me Estel, captain." "Ah, yes, that'll be better… Estel. And ye can jus' call me Jack. Now, back te me question. Alcohol." "I'm afraid not Jack. I have wine, but it is in the cellar, and I do not dare to think what people would say if they saw me taking wine in to a prisoner. However I may be able to help you with your other question." Aragorn walked over to a small door at the side of the room "If you'll follow me in here, we can talk some more without the guard who is very likely going to have been listening in overhearing anything that you may not want to be widely known." Following him into the smaller room, Jack got the joy of having a great view of Aragorn's lovely leather clad arse, and very nearly completely embarrassed himself by falling over one of the many chairs placed around the room. He could already feel his erection growing just from watching this man, and it wouldn't be long before Aragorn would notice. Turning to face Jack, Aragorn noticed that Jack's hands were still bound. He walked behind him to undo the knots, and suddenly found himself thrown against the wall with Jack's noticeably free hands on each shoulder and Jack's very hard cock pressing into his thigh. Jack's mouth crashed into his, and his tongue forcefully opened his mouth and pushed inside. Aragorn could feel his own erection growing, and it was all he could do not to just give in when Jack slid his thigh between his legs. But he knew in his mind that this wasn't right, and he couldn't allow it to carry on. He put his hands on Jack's shoulders and using all of the willpower he had left, pushed him backwards. "Captain Sparrow, I do believe that you did not understand that when I said `we can be friends' I did not mean in this manner." "Yes, well King Elsl, Elle… Estel, I do believe that you do not understand that I couldn't care less. I also believe that in a moment, you won't either" Jack closed the distance between them and before Aragorn knew what had happened, Jack was on his knees with Aragorn's breeches pulled down and his cock in his mouth. "How did y…" the rest of his sentence was lost to incoherent mumbling. Jack teased his now very hard cock with his mouth, bringing him to the edge several times but never quite letting him come. He ran his tongue along the vein underneath then sucked lightly on the head before completely swallowing him again. He started humming, the vibrations sending Aragorn insane. Deep throating him until he was just about to orgasm, Jack pulled back again. Aragorn threaded his hands through Jack's hair, desperately trying to encourage him to carry on, almost whimpering with need. But Jack twisted away and stood in front of him. "But I suppose if yer really against the subject, and ye really don' wan' me te do this, then I guess I gotta keep to your wishes. I mean, yer the king after all, can' be disobeyin' ye, ye'll be sendin' the guards to have me killed before I know it." All the time Jack was talking, Aragorn was gesturing frantically, trying to show him that he wanted him to carry on, and obviously trying to get his brain to work enough to form actual words rather than just needy whimpers and moans. "Nonono, not at all, wont kill you, please finish, please, need, please let me, please" "Well, if ye're absolutely certain. Wouldn't wanna take ye against yer will or nothin'" "No, t's not against will, please finish." Had Aragorn's brain been capable of thinking anything other than `please more please more please more…" he would have been disgusted at himself begging, but quite frankly it wasn't, so that would be saved for later. "Well since ye asked so nicely an' all." Once again Aragorn was surprised by the way Jack seemed to go from one place to another in nano-seconds. Or rather he would have been surprised had he managed to think that well. Jack finished him off quickly, sucking and licking in all the right places until Aragorn came into his mouth, screaming his name. So violent was his orgasm, it took Aragorn a few minutes to recover. When he did, he was disgusted with himself for allowing this to happen. He stood up pulled his breeches back up and faced Jack. "How dare you? I gave you my trust and this is how you repay me?" "If I dare say so, I'd say that I over-compensated you. I mean, for your trust you jus' got what was prob'ly one o' the best orgasms o' yer life. Anyways, ye did ask fer it. Ye can't condemn me fer givin' ye what ye asked." Aragorn blushed as he remembered his words. He was mentally beating himself up, he couldn't believe he'd been so weak as to beg for completion. "Well… I don't think the circumstances were just. You forced yourself on me at first, I can't be blamed for my actions." "Yeah well I can hardly be blamed fer mine when yer walking round in leather breeches that make your arse look fantastic. It were all I could do te wait `til we were alone. In fact it were all I could do te just take ye in that way. Were I a man wi' less willpower, I doubt ye'd still be walkin' right now. In fact I doubt ye'd manage te walk again until sometime next week. Instead I'm the one who's havin' trouble walkin' and who's wishin' he'd gone for pants a bit looser. Speaking of, ye wouldn't fancy helping with that a bit would ye?" Jack winked at Aragorn, whose blush deepened. `Has this man no tact? But as he said, I can't condemn him for what he did, he could have done a lot worse, and he didn't even finish himself off. I could at least give him that much before I send him away. Wait, what am I thinking? He took advantage of me, I can't reward him for that.' Looking down he saw that Jack was most definitely not lying when he said he wished for looser pants. At this thought he surprised himself by feeling his erection returning. He couldn't find this man attractive, it was wrong. Quite apart from the fact that he's a man, there was everything about the way he acted, the way he spoke, the way he dressed, a king like him probably shouldn't even socialise with someone like that, never mind any of this. Jack could see the mental war Aragorn was having with himself, but he was starting to get very impatient. "If ye don' mind I asked ye a question. Anyway, weren't ye ever taught it's better te give than te receive." Jack pressed himself back up against Aragorn, encouraged by his gasp when their cocks rubbed through the material of their pants. "Or, perhaps I could give you somethin' else that'll help us both, since ye seem te now be in the same boat as me." Aragorn, still fighting with his conscience, half-heartedly pushed Jack away. However, his lack of willpower seemed only to encourage Jack further, who started pulling at the ties on Aragorn's clothes. On getting his chest bare, Jack made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, and leaned forward to take one of his nipples into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth and his tongue, he lifted one hand up to toy with the other. Soon Aragorn was in much the same situation as he was before, moaning Jack's name and encouraging him to carry on. Standing up straight, Jack kissed him hard, silencing any sound coming from his mouth. His hand left the nipple and started undoing the ties on the breeches again, pushing them over his hips and down to the floor. As if noticing for the first time that Jack still had all of his clothes on, Aragorn, frantically started undoing the ties and buttons on Jack's coat and shirt, pulling them off and throwing them to the side without once breaking contact with Jack's mouth. Getting annoyed with the ties on his pants, he ripped them off and dropped them to the floor next to them, stepping out of the boots and the material still pooled around his ankles and pulling Jack closer still. He smirked at this turn in events, only briefly wondering what would happen when he wanted to leave the room now that his clothes were unusable. Pushing Aragorn down to the floor, Jack reached for his discarded coat and pulled a small vial of oil from the pocket. "Never know when it could come in useful, always keep it in me pocket." Jack said grinning at Aragorn, who was now looking slightly confused. This confirmed Jack's thoughts that he'd never been with a man, and wasn't just against being with Jack because he was a pirate. "Ye'll understand luv, don' worry. An' ye'll be glad of it too." He poured some of the oil over his fingers and reached behind Aragorn, pressing one finger against his entrance. Aragorn looked shocked and tried to pull away, but Jack's hand on his hip stopped him from moving. "Trust me luv, I won't hurt ye, `less you wan' me to. Now unless that is what ye want, relax for me, it'll be much better." He pushed the first finger in, watching Aragorn's face for any signs of pain. When he saw none, he started moving it, soon adding a second. He changed the angle of his fingers so that they brushed against Aragorn's prostate. He started moving his fingers faster, adding a third, making sure that he brushed that spot every time. At the look of pure bliss on Aragorn's face, he decided he was ready. He removed his fingers, and spread some more of the oil over his now very hard and weeping cock. He spread Aragorn's legs wider, lifting one of them up to wrap around his waist. Leaning down and kissing him to distract him, Jack slowly started to push in. However, he couldn't keep going so slowly, he'd waited too long. The more he pushed in, the more he felt his willpower fade. Once he was about halfway in, he couldn't stand it anymore and he shoved his hips forward, burying himself right to the hilt. He groaned loudly, and on hearing Aragorn's groan louder than his, realised that he may not have been too far from the mark when he asked him if he wanted it to be painful. Pulling back, he rolled his hips forward again to make sure that when he pushed back in he would hit that bundle of nerves deep inside him. He couldn't believe how good this felt. Aragorn was so hot and tight and he couldn't help but thrust in quickly and bit down on Aragorn's shoulder, completely ignoring whether he was in any pain or not. Aragorn was in heaven. When Jack's fingers first entered him, he didn't think it could get any better. Now that Jack had replaced those fingers with his cock, he was certain that it couldn't get any better. The intense pleasure was mixed with exactly the right amount of equally intense pain, and though he would never admit it to anyone, it made it feel even better. Every time Jack thrust into him, it sent shockwaves coursing through his body, sending him into complete and utter bliss. The pain in his shoulder only added to it, and when Jack's hand appeared wrapped around his cock, he couldn't hold himself back. Arching off the floor, he pushed himself down onto Jack's cock, impaling himself further still. Screaming his name, he came all over his hand. As he did this, his arse tightened around Jack, bringing him over the edge with him. Jack pulled out and collapsed onto the floor next to Aragorn. After a few minutes of just lying there, Aragorn finally found the energy to move. He pulled Jack's hand up to his face and slowly licked all of his cum off Jack's fingers, making sure he got every last bit of it. Jack's eyes widened and he could hardly contain the low moan. "Uh, someone's certainly, um, changed their tune." "Well I could hardly complain about that, could I?" "Even if ye did complain, I doubt I'd even notice, coz tha' was, um, great. Only one problem with it really." Aragorn looked confused at this, and tried to think of anything that had gone wrong. "How am I supposed to leave here when ye've torn me clothes to shreds? I ain't walkin' round your city half naked, much as I'm sure ye'd like it" Laughing, Aragorn got up and started to pull his own clothes on. "Don't worry, this room is right next to my living quarters. I'll go and fetch you some of my breeches for you to borrow." He left through a side door, returning shortly carrying a pair of lack leather breeches. "These should fit you. You're shorter than me, and this pair don't fit any more, so I've no use for them anyway." He handed the clothing to Jack, who pulled them on. Turning to find his other clothes, he bent down to pick them up, giving Aragorn a full view of his arse. `Ok, I see what he means about the leather. I wonder how far we'll get before I give in to the temptation as he did before. I guess I will have to take him back to his ship to get his own clothes, otherwise I'll never be able to let him out of the bedroom.' "Jack, in the morning, I'll send some men to go and find your ship. If you wish, you may go with them and you may leave. However, first consider my offer. I give permission for you and the rest of your crew to stay in Gondor as long as you wish. You have until tomorrow to decide, if that's not too short notice." "Ye honestly think I need tha' long te decide? I'll send Ana wi' yer men so the crew know it's no trap. I'm sure they'll like it `ere, an' if they don', well I guess that's their problem, coz I ain't leavin' any time soon." Jack stepped forward and kissed Aragorn hard, running his hands over his back under the light shirt he wore. Aragorn felt for the third time since they'd entered this room, that his cock was getting hard again. He could tell already that with Jack Sparrow around he was never going to get any work done. |
