Title: A Night on the Pearl

Author: Indigo Cat

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Sparrow/Norrington

Rating: R

Status: Complete

Archive: WWomb, Sihn's Empire

Feedback: Yes

Email Address: indigocat@hotpop.com

Series/Sequel: I am working on one.

Disclaimers: They belong to the Mouse.

Summary: Norrington is Jack's prisoner.

Beta: Thanks to Alicia Graybill for betaing this for me and translating Jack's dialogue into Jack-speak.


A Night On The Pearl
by Indigo Cat

Captain Jack Sparrow treated his prisoners well.

If their positions were ever reversed, Sparrow would find himself in the brig of the Dauntless instead of a well-appointed cabin. True, two pirates stood guard outside the cabin door, but he had been well fed and all his comforts seen too. Leaning over, Commodore James Norrington reached to extinguish the lamp on the bedside table as the door opened and Jack Sparrow stepped inside.

Norrington sat up straighter in bed. "Is there something that I may help you with, Mr. Sparrow?"

"It's Captain Sparrow, luv." He started to remove his coat.

Norrington frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Gettin' ready fer bed." The tricorn hat and headscarf came off, followed by the vest and shirt, leaving Sparrow only in his pants and boots.

"But..."

"This is my cabin. Where else did ye expect me t'sleep?" Jack sat down on the edge of the bed and began to remove his boots.

Norrington scooted over to the other side of the mattress. "Surely you don't think I would share a bed with you?"

Sparrow looked at him over his shoulder. "Either share me bed or sleep in me brig, makes no mind t' me, luv," His voice took on a slightly wounded tone. "Don't think ye'll be safe in bed with me?"

Norrington closed his eyes. A pirate's word was not to be trusted, but this was Jack Sparrow, a good man according to two of his closet friends, even if he was a pirate. He opened his eyes. "Do you snore?"

"Me? No. You?

"Certainly not."

Sparrow's hands reached for the lacings of his pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Takin' off me trou, mate."

"Leave them on."

" Ah, but I won't be able t' sleep if I do that. Then I'd have t' think of more." Sparrow paused meaningfully, a look of devilment now in his eyes, "'pleasurable' ways t' pass the night, savvy?"

Without saying a word, Norrington rolled over on his side away from Jack. He heard the sound of clothing hitting the cabin's floor then felt the mattress dip slightly as Jack stretched out underneath the covers.

"Good night, Commodore Norrington."

"Good night, Captain Sparrow."

Just as he was beginning to drift off into the arms Morpheus, Sparrow began to snore. Norrington made a disgusted nose. There was no way he could sleep with that blasted noise. He rolled over, grabbing Sparrow's shoulder, shaking it. "Quit snoring."

Jack pushed his hand away. "Have a heart, luv. Wasn't four times enough fer ye?"

"Four?" A flush crept up from his neck to cover his face. Sparrow must have thought that he was someone else and that person wanted to...An image of him and Sparrow entwined together flooded his mind. He scooted to the edge of the bed, his back pressed up to the wall. A few minutes later, Sparrow rolled over and snuggled up against him.

Norrington let out a huff. He pushed against Sparrow's chest with his hand. Sparrow rolled over on his back and started snoring again.

The temptation to beat his head against the bulkhead was great, but it wouldn't accomplish anything except to give him a headache. Propping himself up on his elbow, he leaned over Sparrow, shaking the pirate's shoulder with his hand. " Captain Sparrow, move to your side of the bed. Immediately!"

Sparrow's hand snaked up around his waist and slid up his back to cup his neck, drawing his face to Sparrow's. "Persistent, aren't ye, luv."

Warm lips touched his. Softly at first, then with increasing passion. Jack Sparrow was kissing him. He wanted to pull away but instead let out a mew of protest when Sparrow's lips left his.

With a strength that he didn't realize the pirate captain had, Sparrow flipped him over on his back and recaptured his lips then blazed a searing line down his throat. Norrington's hands caught Sparrow's waist, feeling the pirate tense underneath them. Sparrow pushed himself up, looking Norrington in the eyes.

"Don't stop," Norrington groaned.

A smile crossed Sparrow's face before he dropped his head and captured Norrington's in a hard, bruising kiss that left him breathless. The pirate's hands ripped open the shirt that Norrington had worn to bed. Sparrow's kiss trailed down Norrington's chest to his navel.

Nimble fingers quickly unlaced his pants and his erection sprang free. Warm hands wrapped around it, measuring its length and thickness. " Commodore! If I'd known you were hidin' this, I'd have taken ye prisoner much sooner."

"Sparrow." He tangled his fingers in Sparrow's hair, pulling up his head so that he could look him in the eyes.

Sparrow laid a finger across Norrington's lips. " Any time ye want me t' stop, jus' say so." He trailed his finger from Norrington's chin down his neck to where a pulse beat frantically at the base of his throat. " Want me t' stop, luv?"

"No," he said, barely able to speak.

Sparrow scooted back down in the bed, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tip of Norrington's cock. Using his lips, tongue, teeth and hands, Sparrow explored his cock, his testicles and the skin of his inner thighs. Sparrow's lips played around the tip of his cock, his tongue lingering in the slit, swirling around the flared head, tickling at the sensitive underside. His hands twitched in Sparrow's hair with suppressed need.

Pulling loose from his hands, Sparrow raised back, smiling. " Ye like that, Jamie?"

Not trusting his voice, he nodded his head.

Smiling, Sparrow's head dipped, slipping his mouth over his erection. Norrington moaned as Sparrow sucked fiercely, taking in as much as he could. He felt a tightening in his testicles, knew he was about to come. Yanking on Sparrow's hair, he tried to pull him away, but the pirate captain refused to pull away.

When he was spent, he fell back against the mattress, his breath coming in gasps, his hands falling across Sparrow's back, feeling the older man convulsing beneath them.

Finally, Sparrow pushed himself up and slid out of bed. He walked over to a shadowy corner of the cabin, stayed there for a few moments before returning back to bed, a wet cloth in one hand. Gently, he cleaned the semen from Norrington, then dropped the cloth to the floor before crawling back in bed.

Norrington rolled over into Sparrow's arms, his hand trailing down Sparrow's side. Sparrow captured the hand, bringing the fingers to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across the knuckles. " Ain't had that happen in a while, mate. Jus' the act of pleasurin' you made me spill me seed. Sleep now. Plenty of time fer more pleasure later, eh?"

It was only after Sparrow's breathing had evened into sleep that a thought occurred to Norrington.

_The bastard had faked being asleep!_ An evil smile lit his face as he pulled Sparrow closer to him, burying his face in Sparrow's hair. _Two can play this game._


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