FIC: Safe Harbor (2/2:1); PoTC (Will/Norrington/Jack); NC-17
Title: Safe Harbor (2/2:1)
Author: Esmeralda
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Captain Jack Sparrow/ Commodore James Norrington
Disclaimers: This is a work of impure fiction. Please do not sue.
Warnings: None
Beta: Libitina
Summary: Will and Elizabeth conspire to bring their friends together. Will gets trapped in the middle.
Original Date: April 2004
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Stepping within the Governor's mansion, Commodore James Norrington handed the butler his hat. The dignified serving man cleared his throat. "Apologies, Sir, by special order, swords must be surrendered tonight as well."
James nearly grinned, but suppressed it. Such a smile was not at all the reaction that would be expected of him. Instead, he wrinkled his brow appropriately. "Of course, if the Governor insists." He unbuckled and produced the sword belt.
"James, so glad you could join us," Elizabeth swept into the room and took both his hands. She dazzled him as always.
He leaned to kiss her cheek and smiled. "You know, Mrs. Turner, that I am ever at your bidding." He gave her recently acquired title with humor though his heart pounded. Upon first sight of her, he could not help but think of the wanton scene in his bedroom the night before, Will-as-Jack nearly naked on his sheets. He was certain that Will would not have given Elizabeth the details. He also felt certain that the young man would not keep his beloved entirely in the dark. An awkward thought on many levels.
As James regarded the extraordinary woman before him, he felt the ache of regret for his actions in the smithy, accompanied by a tinge of relief that Will had not responded to him.
Elizabeth smiled back into his eyes with clarity of understanding that nearly made him flinch, but she spoke of other things. "Father is in a state tonight. It seems that though he yields to my requests, he thinks me self-indulgent and silly for them."
"Shall I set him right for you, Elizabeth, explain to him the extent of your Machiavellian mind?"
"No, I think I prefer to be underestimated for now." She linked her arm in his and drew him toward the library.
"Very well. I shall be complicit."
Passing through the double doors into the library, James took note of the twenty or so guests, men and women, largely strangers dressed within the merchant class. Most of the men held a sheaf of papers in one hand and a libation in the other.
As they walked, he noted the few women whose interest focused -- however surreptitiously -- on the business at hand. He smiled to himself that old habits die hard, no matter the futility. He was always looking for a suitable woman, the right match, the quick mind, ready wit, zest for life. Unfortunately, these traits seemed to accompany a high level of interest in future husbandly duties he would prefer to meet infrequently at best.
James spotted Will through the crowd, leaning against the mantel, conversing with one of the merchants. Elizabeth led James straight there. He had time to compose himself on the way across the room, to fully absorb the sight of Will. Although James felt the pull of attraction, he felt far less desperation than he had yesterday. Even when Will turned to him and smiled, what would before have been a heart-wrenching moment proved easy. His own smile was genuinely happy in return.
Will's eyes crinkled in response. "Commodore, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Allen. He's one of the regional steel brokers. We've been discussing the Governor's plan to set the trade back on its feet."
Elizabeth leaned in close to James' ear as he reached to shake the man's hand. "It's Will's idea become Father's."
The merchant extended his hand. "These times of war have wreaked havoc with our trade. Things would be far worse but for your vigilance, Commodore. We are grateful."
"Mr. Allen," James replied, "I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Thank you for your generous words, but the Navy is merely performing its duty."
"You underestimate your contribution, Sir. And now, if you will please excuse me, I must share these details with my partner over there, Mr. Stern." Looking eager, the man bustled away.
Elizabeth patted James' arm. "James, dear, I must see to some other guests." Her smile was full of mischief. "Will can fill you in on our nefarious plans." She turned and left.
Will's eyes held his steadily. "May I interest you in a drink?"
"Absolutely."
Will signaled to a serving man. His eyes flicked down at his own shoes for a moment. "Cognac?" he queried, sidelong, "Or is it to be vanilla-infused rum?"
James laughed easily. "I deserved that. Cognac, please," he said to the serving man.
Will did not speak further until they were alone again at the mantel. "It was an experience." He raised his eyes, only to find James' gaze fixed on his hand.
"Indeed." James realized he was studying Will's long fingers curled around the wineglass. He checked himself. "And I believe that you may have been right about matters on all counts."
Will made a skeptical noise. "We shall see, my friend."
"Thank you for the gift. It was beautiful." The voice resonated with appreciation.
"Did you bring it?" Will's murmured.
"Ah, that is not what I meant, William, but yes, I did as you instructed." James was not above being pleased that Will blushed under his tan.
"Oh." Will took another sip of wine, avoiding James' eyes.
James drank as well, striving not to stare as the tip of Will's tongue reflexively flicked out to sweep away a drop of red. "I brought the blade as you asked, only to learn that swords are forbidden at this event." He touched his chest, feeling the slim dagger under the velvet of his coat where the heat of his body had warmed it.
"It is not a sword, is it?" asked Will with a tender smile.
"No, indeed." James considered how both the knife and the heat were Will's handiwork. The lust might be eased and its particular call better understood, but Will remained no less attractive. James gathered himself to speak again, "But I'm not certain why I might need such a weapon at a quiet gathering."
"Overly quiet if you were to ask me," said a gravely and distinctive voice from behind his shoulder. "But then, you wouldn't. Ask me that is."
"You." James turned angrily, playing his role, determined not to let on that he had been forewarned. But his next words failed in his surprise.
Captain Sparrow gazed back at him insolently, standing well within the circle of polite distance. Neither man backed away to correct it. Jack's eyes held humor as well as challenge. The wild hair and beads and faded red kerchief were all familiar. But his sea-worn clothing had been replaced with fine black silk, linen, and leather. Every scrap of Jack's garb, save his kerchief, was black.
"What are you doing here?" he continued. He did not permit his eyes to travel the indecent opening of Jack's shirt as the dark fabric demanded of him.
"I was invited. Proper." Gold glinted in Jack's smile and his eyes slid to Will. "But I wasn't told you'd be here, Commodore." Jack took a deep drink from his glass and James caught the odor of fine rum.
"Captain Sparrow is part of Governor Swann's plan," said Will, "and he is, as you are aware, my friend." His eyes locked with James' in a silent plea.
James acquiesced with the slightest of nods.
"Don't be so modest, young William," Jack sashayed closer to Will and draped an arm over his shoulders. "It's your idea and a canny one at that. Though I'm not at all sweet on the idea of being official with the Governor, the profit is right."
James' nostrils flared. He was already irritated, riled as ever by Jack's demeanor. And concerned at being kept in the dark about a scheme involving waters under his protection. The pirate's hand lingered on Will's neck, almost possessively. The way his hips hovered close to Will's body was just shy of being lewd.
It was not difficult to imagine what would draw him so close. James briefly shut his eyes to banish the vision of Jack pinning Will to the Interceptor's mast and taking that mouth in what very well might have been Will's very first lover's kiss. James wondered what rankled him more, Jack himself or the fact that Jack was touching Will.
"Of course, the official part is somewhat up to the good Commodore here. Regardless of terms, I cannot imagine him agreeing. So long as it involves me." Jack gave a wink.
"Neither can I," replied James dryly, "though I would have to actually hear the details to have an opinion." He looked pointedly at Will.
"I apologize, James, it was necessary until Governor Swann made a preliminary decision. He will, of course, make a final decision only with your blessing on the details."
"Why don't I leave you two to discuss said details," Jack regarded the bare inside of his glass with displeasure, "and I shall go and find myself some more of this lovely rum, perhaps in the company of your lovely wife."
James watched Jack meander through the guests. Though his military training urged him to scoff at a man who would carry himself with such excess of movement, something else stirred in him instead. Jack was always boiling just beneath the surface, his power at the ready, concealed under a distracting number of mannerisms. James thought of the barracks cat that wound itself around his ankles when it wanted something and purred in his lap after a good meal, the same one that inexplicably terrified the hounds. "He is.... " James struggled for the right adjectives to express his deep and complicated frustration.
"I haven't found one word alone that does him justice. Conundrum, perhaps," Will offered with a smile.
"Are you quite certain you do not fancy him?" James breathed past the rim of his glass.
"I gave you my answer yesterday, did I not?" He studied James for a moment before speaking again. "The house and its grounds have been declared safe tonight, and I hope that you will honor that. Jack has given us his word."
In turn, James regarded Will, making the inevitable comparisons with Jack and feeling again a surge of heat. Recalling Will's logic as to why Jack would be the better lover, he thought to himself, You underestimate yourself, William, you could take everything I have to give. Judging from the expression that came over Will's face, some of what he was thinking could be seen. He composed himself. "I will do as you ask. My duty has been mitigated tonight by Governor Swann's order."
"Thank you. Onward to business. The thought would be for The Black Pearl to make a run to the northern colonies with goods and return loaded with steel. Safer than exposing a civilian ship, and if the Pearl engages an enemy ship, well, it would be self-defense for Jack to take it."
James could not conceal his astonishment. "You would have me give that man safe passage through our waters?"
"James, the Crown does it all the time. It is a necessity in these times."
"I am to ignore his criminal status?"
"Temporarily. For the time of the run. Of course, he risks being attacked by both the enemy and any of our ships that have not learned of the cooperation."
"Why would he take such risk?"
"The high price of steel that actually arrives in port. And the adventure."
"He will find a way to bend the intent of it to suit himself."
"You will be close enough behind to keep him honest."
"He would suffer that?" Astonishment had changed to amusement.
"He has not given his answer yet." Worry settled again into Will's face. "Except to say that he will not change his colors. Which puts him at greater risk."
"I see." James wanted badly to stroke a hand across that high forehead to ease the lines. Instead, he sipped his cognac. "In concept, were we speaking of another candidate, the idea is a fine one, solving several problems in one stroke."
"No other candidate among the privateers would be as bound by loyalty to Elizabeth and me than Jack is. While that is no guarantee of conformance -- and I am clear on that -- we believe the accord will prove beneficial to everyone. Except, for course, for the overly ambitious French and Spanish ships."
It took effort not to argue the point of Jack's loyalty. "Understanding all of your good motives, I will give it full consideration."
"Thank you," Will said quietly. His eyes reflected relief, and also a little sadness.
"Tell me." With surprise, James heard his own voice, often curt, soften with tenderness.
"I am so happy in my situation. I wish the same could be true for you, and I am sorry for my part in contributing to any difficulty."
James leaned closer to Will's ear. "Sorry? I thought we had resolved this last evening, my friend. You have been nothing but kind in attempting to release me from chains of my own making. What I do with that freedom is up to me. If I choose to keep to the strictures of society, that is my own decision. If I do not?" James shrugged, eliciting a smile again from Will that was well worth the white lie.
*******
Dinner seemed endless. An active man in both nature and practice, James tolerated social functions with good grace. But he did not enjoy the evening once separated from the immediate company of Will and Elizabeth. They now sat together at the far end of the table.
Across the table, Jack was quiet, drinking and listening. They managed to largely avoid one another's overt attention.
Governor Swann had no sense for guiding his guests in conversation. Over dessert, as yet another merchant began a tale of good bargains, James' eyes flicked up and at last caught Jack's. The pirate's eyes burned with impatience as well. He looked ready to leave his skin behind in order to escape. Yet he was not performing his usual tricks designed to shock and dismay. A tiny smile touched the corners of James' mouth, and Jack gave a slight nod in return.
Business had long been concluded. Now the guests were simply enjoying the drink and the music, reluctant to go back to claustrophobic inns or tiny ship cabins. At last, Elizabeth prompted her father to suggest that the guests might enjoy after dinner drinks on the wide porch overlooking the harbor where the breeze was cool.
James took her aside. "Elizabeth, I could use a breath of air myself, preferably away from the crowd."
"Are you well?"
"Perfectly, just a bit overtaxed by the, ah, society of the evening." He would have liked to excuse himself altogether to return to the barracks, but Jack was still about somewhere. James had no intention of leaving him with the good-hearted Turners until he had some answers from the man. "Do you think Will would mind if I took a look at his new horse?"
"Not at all, he'd be delighted to have your opinion on her." She kissed him on the cheek.
Thus freed of obligation for a time, James walked out to the smaller private stable. He entered the well-lit building and called for the stable boy. No one answered. The new filly nickered in her stall and came to look at him, curious.
"You are a fine one." James stroked her neck. The feel of it suddenly put him in mind of Jack's thumb on Will's neck, the way it had slid back and forth, slowly. He patted the horse and turned away from her. Clearly, he needed another diversion. He reached into his coat, and drew out the dagger to examine it yet again.
Spectacular workmanship. Graceful, elegant, yet strong and dangerous. Balanced. He ran a finger carefully along the blade. It had Will's mark, his patience and warmth. But James knew that Will had not intended it to be emblematic of himself. It had a black handle, inlaid with silver and a single black pearl. Once more, that detail drew a wry smile from James.
"Positively gorgeous, isn't it?" That voice sounded in the darkness. "I'd accuse you of piracy if I didn't feel my own blade safe and sound right where it belongs."
"And where is that if not between your ribs, Captain Sparrow?" Although he was startled, James allowed his normally sardonic tone to take an even sharper edge.
"Wouldn't give my secrets away now, would I? Let's just say I like to warm it with my bare skin." Jack stepped out of the darkness and the blade was in his hand. He flipped it and proffered it hilt first to James. "Have a look, Commodore. I'd like to compare them myself. I must confess to disappointment that we were treated so... equally." He made a gesture of distaste. "And here I thought I had a unique place in the boy's heart," he mocked.
You do, thought James. But he pointedly ignored the verbal bait and took the dagger instead. He examined the two side-by-side. "They are not identical after all, though nearly. Same weight, but with slightly different points of balance."
Jack drew closer to share the pool of brighter lantern light. His own dagger bore a star sapphire in place of the pearl. "I do believe that young Turner has erred and gifted yours to me and mine to you." He watched James closely, sidelong.
"It is not the sort of error Will would make," James said with confidence.
"Would you not prefer the clarity of a bright jewel, hardened in fire, the color of your uniform, to the dusky obscurity of a substance exuded by a bottom feeding shellfish?" Jack's incredible pantomime of each process of formation accompanied his description.
James straightened abruptly and returned Jack's dagger to him, hilt first. "I would gratefully accept whatever Will would give me and I would understand that he had chosen carefully. Yours is ideal for throwing, mine for parrying. How appropriate."
"Ah, more discerning than I thought." Jack made his obeisance with hands clasped before him and stepped back. "What else have you gratefully accepted from dear William?" His voice was lower now, warm and dangerous.
James considered a frosty retort, then thought better of it. To appear defensive would give away the larger truth. "His advice. His friendship. I do confess to doubting him when you tested that blade on my throat."
"'Twas but a playful nick." Jack flipped the dagger in the air, catching it, and it disappeared. "To keep a worthy adversary sharp, shall we say. Can you swim?"
The abrupt change of topic startled James. "Of course."
"I meant to tell you, before, about the swimming. It very nearly cost us all Elizabeth. Some of your men lack that skill. I cannot see you brooking landlubbers in your regiment."
James bristled. "That should not have been overlooked. I will see to it."
"Just friendly advice, mate." Jack's teeth glinted, then his eyes moved back to James' dagger. "Have you baptized that blade yet?"
"No. It was just given to me last night."
Jack raised a knowing eyebrow. "I'll make you an offer you shouldn't refuse, for I won't make it again." He took another step back, and his fingers brushed his bare throat. "I'll let you even the score, right here and now. Then, we can let bygones be just that, have a drink, and I can give Will his answer one way or the other with a clear head."
James nearly shivered with a sense of menace and excitement together. "I pledged a truce on this ground, for tonight."
"So did I."
"Yet you propose a fight."
Jack regarded him with a sly smile. "No, I face you with bare hands." He turned his palms outward and showed his sleeves. "No tricks either."
"I do not fight the unarmed." That did emerge frosty and defensive.
"Who proposed fighting? Consider this: mark me, as I have marked you. And we are done. A cut for a cut, my blood for yours." He pulled his shirt open further, bringing scars into view.
James viewed the expanse of brown skin abruptly marred by fading tattoos and gnarled scars, each promising and concealing a story. He eased a breath inward. "That would be..." For the second time in one night, he struggled for the right words.
Jack tossed his head and the trinkets in his hair tinkled as they fell together. "Uncivilized. But fair, you must admit. I don't suppose you've heard of karma, have you now? Go ahead."
The dagger shifted in James' palm almost of its own accord but he kept it lowered. "The spirit does not move me, Sparrow."
"You lie, Norrington," Jack retorted, omitting the title just as James had done. "It moves you but you resist it. Just as you resist tasting sweet William's lips. A shame."
"How dare you!" James took a step forward, blade flashing, stopped only by the smugness of Jack's smile.
"You could. He wouldn't hurt you. Wouldn't strike back. I tested him." Jack stepped away and then back. "Oh, not to worry, no harm done, he's not for me, or you, he's for Elizabeth. And now he's certain of that too."
James snorted. "Doing your civic duty? That's how you see it?"
"Nah. Pirate." Jack fingered his own lips in recollection. "I tasted him strictly for my own pleasure. Take what you can, give nothing back. But there's no point in forcing a fine thing, ruining it in the process. And you must admit that Will's a fine thing indeed." Jack's eyes pierced James. "I just needed to know if he was to be my fine thing."
The difference in Jack and Will's stories struck James all of a sudden. Jack had changed the tale for Will's sake, concealing the young man's unexpected response.
"How did you know he wasn't for you?" James tried to sound only mildly interested.
"Too gentle for my tastes."
"No. I mean, how did you know he didn't want you?" James kept his voice low in case they were overheard.
Jack's eyes veiled for a moment. "Not exactly what I said now, was it?" He circled James, forcing the man to turn with him. "I knew his heart long before that, I suppose I just didn't want to know it."
"I understand," whispered James after a moment. He stopped tracking Jack and stood still. So did Jack.
"What did you do to him?" Jack breathed by his ear. "Thought you were an upstanding citizen. Buttoned tight into your uniform."
James flinched but didn't answer.
"I know you didn't taste him, Norrington, I could see that on your face back at the house." At the notion that anyone could have seen his hunger, James panicked. Jack chuckled at the barely perceptible shift in the broad shoulders, "Don't worry, mate, it takes one to know one around here. You're the very paragon of discretion, poor you."
"Well, I believe we have concluded our discussion." James moved to tuck his dagger back into his coat, then decided that he preferred to keep it at hand. "Goodnight, Captain Sparrow." He managed one long stride toward the stable doors before he found Jack in his path. "It is remarkably unwise to stand between me and my way out," he said, dryly.
Jack's grin grew inexplicably broad. "I once said something very similar to a bonny blacksmith." He folded his arms. "As I recall, he was not moved, even with my pistol in his face. I'll not be outdone by less."
James snarled and advanced on Jack. "You are a menace. A gamesman. A manipulator of innocents."
"Do you find Will's judgment so lacking? Or Elizabeth's? Are they but poor little lambs without a wit to share between them? Look again."
"Do not play with my words as you have with their hearts."
"I will play with whatever I choose."
Before he could stop himself, James had the blade pressed to Jack's throat. His forearm ground into Jack's chest. "You had best have a care what you choose, then." He became vaguely aware of Jack's scent, of rum, sweat and pine tar, ocean swells, spice-infused silk and maleness.
"Are their hearts so wounded by my friendship?" Jack's chin came up further, arching his throat into the sharp edge rather than away from it. "I think not. Elizabeth is quit of corsets. You are saved from a polite but empty marriage by the way. And Will has learned to breathe as well. Where is the harm to them? Why the anger at me?" Jack's eyes glittered. "The further from your waters I carry my business, the further you pursue me."
"You plague me at every turn. 'Cat and mouse' Will termed it, yesterday, this thing I am forced to do by duty." James knew he had flushed deep, could feel the heat high in his face. "You strike at me to compel me to strike you back. You enjoy it."
The black eyes narrowed. "I see us as adversaries. You see us as enemies. I do not hate you, as Commodore or just plain Norrington, though you've tried to have me killed on more than one occasion. I've never threatened your life."
James pondered it, all of it true. "I merely uphold the law. You've had more than one chance to abide it. More than one chance to escape. Yet you keep coming back, taunting me."
"That I do," replied Jack evenly. He said no more.
As the conversation diffused James' rage, he began to step back, to pull the knife away, to regain a hold on his runaway temper.
Jack caught his hand. Slowly, holding James' eyes every moment, Jack drew the dagger low across his own throat. James resisted, Jack did not stop.
The balance of force between them resulted in the most shallow of cuts, and James began to realize, as the dagger laid open the surface of the brown flesh, that he could not let go or Jack's throat would be cut. Jack swallowed hard as red beaded along the fine edge of the blade and trickled down his chest. He strained with the effort of struggle against James' resistance. "We balance each other, Norrington," he rasped, "either we both press on or we both let go. It doesn't work any other way."
Eyes locked, each waited until it seemed the right moment. And then, they released, both stepping back. The dagger returned solely to James' grasp. He stared at the gleaming steel marked with bright red. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever drawn Jack's blood and he had not willingly done so.
Jack's head tilted up and his mouth caught James' lips with force. It would have been a bite but for the softness of Jack's tongue that followed. And then just as quickly, Jack was drawing away.
James grabbed a handful of thick locks. "Come back," he murmured, shocking himself.
Jack leaned closer, nearly against James, but not touching him. "Not here. You've a reputation. So do I. Savvy?"
"Yes, here," James answered. Firmly. For once, he wanted to let desire drown his good judgment.
Jack's eyes widened in surprise. "Do you even care to know whether I barred the door?"
James didn't answer. Instead, he bent, his nose brushing Jack's cheek as he went, and licked the trickle of blood from Jack's collarbones in one long sweep. He savored his second and different taste of Jack. "I do not wish to hurt you." His fingers traced the edge of the cut.
Jack clutched at James' shoulder with one hand as hot breath tickled his skin. "I was making a dramatic point," he chuckled breathlessly, "It seems to have been well taken."
James straightened, his lips smeared with red. They both moved, closing the gap. Jack's body, sinewy and tight, felt perfect against him, and he let his breath out hard before their mouths touched again. The tang of blood and gold, sour of rum, wet of Jack drew him down to depths of the unknown. And then Jack's hand was on him, squeezing hard, fingers rolling in exploration, and James groaned. "Where is the stable boy?" he managed.
"Busy with the guests' horses for the moment." Again he bit into James' mouth.
A broad hand made its way down Jack's back to grasp at his rump. "Not enough time if we stay here," James murmured at the end of the kiss.
"No quick spin around the deck, then?" Jack quipped.
"How long have I been chasing you?"
"In what sense, exactly, Commodore?" Jack breathed at James' ear.
James' fingers tightened. "How long."
Jack paused in his various movements and looked straight into James' eyes. "'All possible meanings of the phrase silent as the grave.' I believe that was it. Just over a year ago."
A warm half-smile emerged. "'Inescapably.' Perhaps before that as well, but I was still smarting from your first escape."
"Yet you set me to be hanged after that," Jack could not conceal his hurt. And then, at the softening that occurred around James' eyes, he could not conceal his surprise.
"The law gave me no choice. Will saved you and I allowed him to."
"Such a fine lad he's proven to be." Black eyes sparkled.
James refused to be diverted again. "Do you plan to remain here past morning?"
Jack lowered his eyes. "No."
"To answer your question, then, a quick spin around the deck is not at all what I have in mind. Though you will have to beware my stumbling, for I do not know the course." He was answered by Jack melting against him from the waist down.
"Well then," Jack reached into his pocket and withdrew a key. "Provision has been made." Jack spun and strode to the door, pushing it open and looking outside.
"Not barred, then?" James said, deadpan.
"Of course not. Learned my lesson about that. I only wanted to know if you cared. Love that you didn't. Life is full of surprises."
James followed as Jack made his way further back in the compound. A faint glow emerged from the gardens ahead and they found themselves before a tiny cottage, one room at best. The door stood ajar. They looked at one another.
"Who knows you are here?" whispered James.
Jack shook his head. "Only those at the house tonight. At least until everyone left." At that thought, both drew daggers and together, burst into the room.
Will whirled, his arms full of wood which he very nearly dropped. "Oh, God, you scared me to death," he exclaimed.
James shut the door firmly behind him and looked to the small windows. The thick curtains were already drawn.
Will set the logs down by the fireplace. The crackling fire was the main source of the glow, though a few candles burned as well.
"Well, young William, I wasn't expecting to come upon anyone here. Given your recommendation, after all, that I could berth here in perfect safety." Jack drew closer. "Waiting up for me, were you? I'm sorry to disappoint, lad, but I'm otherwise engaged." A finger extended and traced Will's jaw.
Will's throat quivered but he did not flinch away. "Just being a proper host," he said softly. His eyes flicked to James and a smile followed as he brushed wood chips from his shirt. "Frankly, Jack, I wasn't expecting you to retire so soon. Didn't want you to run out of fire or water," he grinned, "or rum. The essentials."
Side by side in the low firelight, the resemblance between Jack and Will struck James harder than it had before. And it was clear to him now that if a choice were open, he would choose the tautness of Jack's power over the tenderness of Will. But such tenderness it was. And such wicked things could be done with it. He shuddered to think of Will's little game of the night before. Jack didn't know about that.
James stepped forward and laid a hand on Will's shoulder. "Indulge me for a moment?" Will looked at him in surprise, then nodded once, trusting. James' thoughts warned, Don't trust me right now, I'm dangerous, but his mouth kept silent. His hand slid from the young man's shoulder up his neck and into his hair, turning his face.
The first kisses were easy, cheeks, forehead, eyelids, jaw. Though unsure at first, Will smiled and leaned in like a child receiving his due of affection. But then, the hot mouth snagged his on the way to his cheek. He made a surprised noise as James swept an arm around him, pulling him tight.
"Just a moment here, gentlemen," Jack said with some irritation.
But a moment wasn't taken. James didn't kiss Will as he had kissed Jack, with plundering intent. He kissed Will to taste him a little, to gentle him into staying when he might otherwise flee. It was a slow kiss, for all the kisses he had foregone, for the kiss he had promised last night not to give. Will's hands hovered by James' sides, at a loss.
James did not require experience with men to feel the tiny things in Will that signaled openness, that expressed a desire for this, however small the spark. He imagined reaching for that small flame, coaxing it to flare, and felt Will's weight transfer against him. James was being kissed back.
"Really, Norrington, unhand the lad." Jack's tone was both protective and annoyed.
Smoothly, James lifted his hands from the small of Will's back and held them away. But the kiss did not end. James' whole body thrummed with his pulse. He had never done anything this bad. Until yesterday, he had never just pressed on with what he wanted on impulse. And on that first occasion of such selfishness, he had found himself humiliated. Yet here he was, doing it again. He knew that Will could feel him aching hard against those lean thighs. But Will wasn't moving away. James also knew that Jack was stirred up, angry and aroused, an excellent combination.
And then, James felt the brush of Will's tongue. That destroyed his ability to strategize, and he pressed back into Will, his hands running up the long back and down to his hips. Will's hands finally anchored themselves on James' waist. James lifted Will a little in his fervor, and the hardness that he found against him was only a slight surprise. A sound of encouragement emerged from James' chest.
"Oh, he is sweet, isn't he?" Jack stepped behind Will and his voice enclosed them all in it's rough grip. "Fresh, and so gentle. You know, I've surmised that to satisfy her wilder nature, Elizabeth does the riding." He delivered the coupe de grace with a light caress to Will's rear.
At the sound of his wife's name, Will bolted backward, delivering himself into Jack's arms. "Oh, God." He scrambled free and went for the door. With a thunk, Jack's dagger materialized in the wood before him, staying the small bar. His hand flew to pull the dagger loose, but Jack was quicker, spinning him and pressing him back against the door.
"A handy trick, I thought." Jack leaned his shoulder against the door. "Kind of you to balance it so perfectly for me."
"Listen, please, this is not about me. Don't make it about me." Will's eyes were fierce.
"Ah, but it is about you as well as the other. That's what you fail to grasp."
James interposed himself again and clasped Will's shoulder. "Please don't run. That was entirely my fault."
Will shook his head. "No, it was my fault. This is a dangerous game and I'm out of my league. It's time for me to leave. I already have enough explaining to do. More than I thought." He ran a hand through his hair in worry.
Jack cupped Will's chin and forced him to meet his gaze. "Perhaps you'd best leave me to do the explaining, luv. There's no shame in a young man's blood being up when provoked." He glanced over to James in continued irritation. "And that was truly inspired provocation."
"It's not the shame that worries me." Will lowered his eyes. "I love Elizabeth. I willingly took vows of loyalty. I'm happy. There is no problem between us as husband and wife. Yet." He looked at James. "I cannot be here. You and I agreed that last night would not change things between us. You said you understood."
James nodded sorrowfully. "It is more difficult than I thought."
"Last night?" Jack's lips thinned in growing fury.
James sighed. "It was not... you would not understand."
Jack's fist closed upon James' shirt. "Tell me you did not spoil him," he hissed. "All games aside, I told you he is for Elizabeth, not for the likes of us."
"Jack, for pity's sake, do not speak of me as a virgin to be spoiled or not." Will pushed past them both and went to the fireplace. "I've gone and meddled in this... thing that has yet to happen between my stubborn friends. I did not know how complicated it could become." He wiped his brow. "He did not touch me, Jack. I acted your part to illustrate something."
Jack released James. He looked from Will to James and back. "My part? I'm afraid you've lost me."
"To prove to James that he was only drawn to me because I remind him of you."
A series of responses moved over Jack's features which then settled on amusement. "Well, luv, to convince anyone of that they'd have to be blind and deaf." He folded his arms. "You pretended to be me."
"More or less." Will gamely met his gaze.
"Show me."
Will looked stricken. "Jack..."
"No, really, this will be worth the miserable, sneaking journey here all by itself."
"Jack, I think we should leave well enough alone," James spoke up again.
"William, I'm asking you.” The fact of Jack asking startled all three to quiet.
Continues in Chapter 2, part 2 http://laesmeralda.livejournal.com/7988.html#cutid1
Author: Esmeralda
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Captain Jack Sparrow/ Commodore James Norrington
Disclaimers: This is a work of impure fiction. Please do not sue.
Warnings: None
Beta: Libitina
Summary: Will and Elizabeth conspire to bring their friends together. Will gets trapped in the middle.
Original Date: April 2004
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Stepping within the Governor's mansion, Commodore James Norrington handed the butler his hat. The dignified serving man cleared his throat. "Apologies, Sir, by special order, swords must be surrendered tonight as well."
James nearly grinned, but suppressed it. Such a smile was not at all the reaction that would be expected of him. Instead, he wrinkled his brow appropriately. "Of course, if the Governor insists." He unbuckled and produced the sword belt.
"James, so glad you could join us," Elizabeth swept into the room and took both his hands. She dazzled him as always.
He leaned to kiss her cheek and smiled. "You know, Mrs. Turner, that I am ever at your bidding." He gave her recently acquired title with humor though his heart pounded. Upon first sight of her, he could not help but think of the wanton scene in his bedroom the night before, Will-as-Jack nearly naked on his sheets. He was certain that Will would not have given Elizabeth the details. He also felt certain that the young man would not keep his beloved entirely in the dark. An awkward thought on many levels.
As James regarded the extraordinary woman before him, he felt the ache of regret for his actions in the smithy, accompanied by a tinge of relief that Will had not responded to him.
Elizabeth smiled back into his eyes with clarity of understanding that nearly made him flinch, but she spoke of other things. "Father is in a state tonight. It seems that though he yields to my requests, he thinks me self-indulgent and silly for them."
"Shall I set him right for you, Elizabeth, explain to him the extent of your Machiavellian mind?"
"No, I think I prefer to be underestimated for now." She linked her arm in his and drew him toward the library.
"Very well. I shall be complicit."
Passing through the double doors into the library, James took note of the twenty or so guests, men and women, largely strangers dressed within the merchant class. Most of the men held a sheaf of papers in one hand and a libation in the other.
As they walked, he noted the few women whose interest focused -- however surreptitiously -- on the business at hand. He smiled to himself that old habits die hard, no matter the futility. He was always looking for a suitable woman, the right match, the quick mind, ready wit, zest for life. Unfortunately, these traits seemed to accompany a high level of interest in future husbandly duties he would prefer to meet infrequently at best.
James spotted Will through the crowd, leaning against the mantel, conversing with one of the merchants. Elizabeth led James straight there. He had time to compose himself on the way across the room, to fully absorb the sight of Will. Although James felt the pull of attraction, he felt far less desperation than he had yesterday. Even when Will turned to him and smiled, what would before have been a heart-wrenching moment proved easy. His own smile was genuinely happy in return.
Will's eyes crinkled in response. "Commodore, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Allen. He's one of the regional steel brokers. We've been discussing the Governor's plan to set the trade back on its feet."
Elizabeth leaned in close to James' ear as he reached to shake the man's hand. "It's Will's idea become Father's."
The merchant extended his hand. "These times of war have wreaked havoc with our trade. Things would be far worse but for your vigilance, Commodore. We are grateful."
"Mr. Allen," James replied, "I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Thank you for your generous words, but the Navy is merely performing its duty."
"You underestimate your contribution, Sir. And now, if you will please excuse me, I must share these details with my partner over there, Mr. Stern." Looking eager, the man bustled away.
Elizabeth patted James' arm. "James, dear, I must see to some other guests." Her smile was full of mischief. "Will can fill you in on our nefarious plans." She turned and left.
Will's eyes held his steadily. "May I interest you in a drink?"
"Absolutely."
Will signaled to a serving man. His eyes flicked down at his own shoes for a moment. "Cognac?" he queried, sidelong, "Or is it to be vanilla-infused rum?"
James laughed easily. "I deserved that. Cognac, please," he said to the serving man.
Will did not speak further until they were alone again at the mantel. "It was an experience." He raised his eyes, only to find James' gaze fixed on his hand.
"Indeed." James realized he was studying Will's long fingers curled around the wineglass. He checked himself. "And I believe that you may have been right about matters on all counts."
Will made a skeptical noise. "We shall see, my friend."
"Thank you for the gift. It was beautiful." The voice resonated with appreciation.
"Did you bring it?" Will's murmured.
"Ah, that is not what I meant, William, but yes, I did as you instructed." James was not above being pleased that Will blushed under his tan.
"Oh." Will took another sip of wine, avoiding James' eyes.
James drank as well, striving not to stare as the tip of Will's tongue reflexively flicked out to sweep away a drop of red. "I brought the blade as you asked, only to learn that swords are forbidden at this event." He touched his chest, feeling the slim dagger under the velvet of his coat where the heat of his body had warmed it.
"It is not a sword, is it?" asked Will with a tender smile.
"No, indeed." James considered how both the knife and the heat were Will's handiwork. The lust might be eased and its particular call better understood, but Will remained no less attractive. James gathered himself to speak again, "But I'm not certain why I might need such a weapon at a quiet gathering."
"Overly quiet if you were to ask me," said a gravely and distinctive voice from behind his shoulder. "But then, you wouldn't. Ask me that is."
"You." James turned angrily, playing his role, determined not to let on that he had been forewarned. But his next words failed in his surprise.
Captain Sparrow gazed back at him insolently, standing well within the circle of polite distance. Neither man backed away to correct it. Jack's eyes held humor as well as challenge. The wild hair and beads and faded red kerchief were all familiar. But his sea-worn clothing had been replaced with fine black silk, linen, and leather. Every scrap of Jack's garb, save his kerchief, was black.
"What are you doing here?" he continued. He did not permit his eyes to travel the indecent opening of Jack's shirt as the dark fabric demanded of him.
"I was invited. Proper." Gold glinted in Jack's smile and his eyes slid to Will. "But I wasn't told you'd be here, Commodore." Jack took a deep drink from his glass and James caught the odor of fine rum.
"Captain Sparrow is part of Governor Swann's plan," said Will, "and he is, as you are aware, my friend." His eyes locked with James' in a silent plea.
James acquiesced with the slightest of nods.
"Don't be so modest, young William," Jack sashayed closer to Will and draped an arm over his shoulders. "It's your idea and a canny one at that. Though I'm not at all sweet on the idea of being official with the Governor, the profit is right."
James' nostrils flared. He was already irritated, riled as ever by Jack's demeanor. And concerned at being kept in the dark about a scheme involving waters under his protection. The pirate's hand lingered on Will's neck, almost possessively. The way his hips hovered close to Will's body was just shy of being lewd.
It was not difficult to imagine what would draw him so close. James briefly shut his eyes to banish the vision of Jack pinning Will to the Interceptor's mast and taking that mouth in what very well might have been Will's very first lover's kiss. James wondered what rankled him more, Jack himself or the fact that Jack was touching Will.
"Of course, the official part is somewhat up to the good Commodore here. Regardless of terms, I cannot imagine him agreeing. So long as it involves me." Jack gave a wink.
"Neither can I," replied James dryly, "though I would have to actually hear the details to have an opinion." He looked pointedly at Will.
"I apologize, James, it was necessary until Governor Swann made a preliminary decision. He will, of course, make a final decision only with your blessing on the details."
"Why don't I leave you two to discuss said details," Jack regarded the bare inside of his glass with displeasure, "and I shall go and find myself some more of this lovely rum, perhaps in the company of your lovely wife."
James watched Jack meander through the guests. Though his military training urged him to scoff at a man who would carry himself with such excess of movement, something else stirred in him instead. Jack was always boiling just beneath the surface, his power at the ready, concealed under a distracting number of mannerisms. James thought of the barracks cat that wound itself around his ankles when it wanted something and purred in his lap after a good meal, the same one that inexplicably terrified the hounds. "He is.... " James struggled for the right adjectives to express his deep and complicated frustration.
"I haven't found one word alone that does him justice. Conundrum, perhaps," Will offered with a smile.
"Are you quite certain you do not fancy him?" James breathed past the rim of his glass.
"I gave you my answer yesterday, did I not?" He studied James for a moment before speaking again. "The house and its grounds have been declared safe tonight, and I hope that you will honor that. Jack has given us his word."
In turn, James regarded Will, making the inevitable comparisons with Jack and feeling again a surge of heat. Recalling Will's logic as to why Jack would be the better lover, he thought to himself, You underestimate yourself, William, you could take everything I have to give. Judging from the expression that came over Will's face, some of what he was thinking could be seen. He composed himself. "I will do as you ask. My duty has been mitigated tonight by Governor Swann's order."
"Thank you. Onward to business. The thought would be for The Black Pearl to make a run to the northern colonies with goods and return loaded with steel. Safer than exposing a civilian ship, and if the Pearl engages an enemy ship, well, it would be self-defense for Jack to take it."
James could not conceal his astonishment. "You would have me give that man safe passage through our waters?"
"James, the Crown does it all the time. It is a necessity in these times."
"I am to ignore his criminal status?"
"Temporarily. For the time of the run. Of course, he risks being attacked by both the enemy and any of our ships that have not learned of the cooperation."
"Why would he take such risk?"
"The high price of steel that actually arrives in port. And the adventure."
"He will find a way to bend the intent of it to suit himself."
"You will be close enough behind to keep him honest."
"He would suffer that?" Astonishment had changed to amusement.
"He has not given his answer yet." Worry settled again into Will's face. "Except to say that he will not change his colors. Which puts him at greater risk."
"I see." James wanted badly to stroke a hand across that high forehead to ease the lines. Instead, he sipped his cognac. "In concept, were we speaking of another candidate, the idea is a fine one, solving several problems in one stroke."
"No other candidate among the privateers would be as bound by loyalty to Elizabeth and me than Jack is. While that is no guarantee of conformance -- and I am clear on that -- we believe the accord will prove beneficial to everyone. Except, for course, for the overly ambitious French and Spanish ships."
It took effort not to argue the point of Jack's loyalty. "Understanding all of your good motives, I will give it full consideration."
"Thank you," Will said quietly. His eyes reflected relief, and also a little sadness.
"Tell me." With surprise, James heard his own voice, often curt, soften with tenderness.
"I am so happy in my situation. I wish the same could be true for you, and I am sorry for my part in contributing to any difficulty."
James leaned closer to Will's ear. "Sorry? I thought we had resolved this last evening, my friend. You have been nothing but kind in attempting to release me from chains of my own making. What I do with that freedom is up to me. If I choose to keep to the strictures of society, that is my own decision. If I do not?" James shrugged, eliciting a smile again from Will that was well worth the white lie.
*******
Dinner seemed endless. An active man in both nature and practice, James tolerated social functions with good grace. But he did not enjoy the evening once separated from the immediate company of Will and Elizabeth. They now sat together at the far end of the table.
Across the table, Jack was quiet, drinking and listening. They managed to largely avoid one another's overt attention.
Governor Swann had no sense for guiding his guests in conversation. Over dessert, as yet another merchant began a tale of good bargains, James' eyes flicked up and at last caught Jack's. The pirate's eyes burned with impatience as well. He looked ready to leave his skin behind in order to escape. Yet he was not performing his usual tricks designed to shock and dismay. A tiny smile touched the corners of James' mouth, and Jack gave a slight nod in return.
Business had long been concluded. Now the guests were simply enjoying the drink and the music, reluctant to go back to claustrophobic inns or tiny ship cabins. At last, Elizabeth prompted her father to suggest that the guests might enjoy after dinner drinks on the wide porch overlooking the harbor where the breeze was cool.
James took her aside. "Elizabeth, I could use a breath of air myself, preferably away from the crowd."
"Are you well?"
"Perfectly, just a bit overtaxed by the, ah, society of the evening." He would have liked to excuse himself altogether to return to the barracks, but Jack was still about somewhere. James had no intention of leaving him with the good-hearted Turners until he had some answers from the man. "Do you think Will would mind if I took a look at his new horse?"
"Not at all, he'd be delighted to have your opinion on her." She kissed him on the cheek.
Thus freed of obligation for a time, James walked out to the smaller private stable. He entered the well-lit building and called for the stable boy. No one answered. The new filly nickered in her stall and came to look at him, curious.
"You are a fine one." James stroked her neck. The feel of it suddenly put him in mind of Jack's thumb on Will's neck, the way it had slid back and forth, slowly. He patted the horse and turned away from her. Clearly, he needed another diversion. He reached into his coat, and drew out the dagger to examine it yet again.
Spectacular workmanship. Graceful, elegant, yet strong and dangerous. Balanced. He ran a finger carefully along the blade. It had Will's mark, his patience and warmth. But James knew that Will had not intended it to be emblematic of himself. It had a black handle, inlaid with silver and a single black pearl. Once more, that detail drew a wry smile from James.
"Positively gorgeous, isn't it?" That voice sounded in the darkness. "I'd accuse you of piracy if I didn't feel my own blade safe and sound right where it belongs."
"And where is that if not between your ribs, Captain Sparrow?" Although he was startled, James allowed his normally sardonic tone to take an even sharper edge.
"Wouldn't give my secrets away now, would I? Let's just say I like to warm it with my bare skin." Jack stepped out of the darkness and the blade was in his hand. He flipped it and proffered it hilt first to James. "Have a look, Commodore. I'd like to compare them myself. I must confess to disappointment that we were treated so... equally." He made a gesture of distaste. "And here I thought I had a unique place in the boy's heart," he mocked.
You do, thought James. But he pointedly ignored the verbal bait and took the dagger instead. He examined the two side-by-side. "They are not identical after all, though nearly. Same weight, but with slightly different points of balance."
Jack drew closer to share the pool of brighter lantern light. His own dagger bore a star sapphire in place of the pearl. "I do believe that young Turner has erred and gifted yours to me and mine to you." He watched James closely, sidelong.
"It is not the sort of error Will would make," James said with confidence.
"Would you not prefer the clarity of a bright jewel, hardened in fire, the color of your uniform, to the dusky obscurity of a substance exuded by a bottom feeding shellfish?" Jack's incredible pantomime of each process of formation accompanied his description.
James straightened abruptly and returned Jack's dagger to him, hilt first. "I would gratefully accept whatever Will would give me and I would understand that he had chosen carefully. Yours is ideal for throwing, mine for parrying. How appropriate."
"Ah, more discerning than I thought." Jack made his obeisance with hands clasped before him and stepped back. "What else have you gratefully accepted from dear William?" His voice was lower now, warm and dangerous.
James considered a frosty retort, then thought better of it. To appear defensive would give away the larger truth. "His advice. His friendship. I do confess to doubting him when you tested that blade on my throat."
"'Twas but a playful nick." Jack flipped the dagger in the air, catching it, and it disappeared. "To keep a worthy adversary sharp, shall we say. Can you swim?"
The abrupt change of topic startled James. "Of course."
"I meant to tell you, before, about the swimming. It very nearly cost us all Elizabeth. Some of your men lack that skill. I cannot see you brooking landlubbers in your regiment."
James bristled. "That should not have been overlooked. I will see to it."
"Just friendly advice, mate." Jack's teeth glinted, then his eyes moved back to James' dagger. "Have you baptized that blade yet?"
"No. It was just given to me last night."
Jack raised a knowing eyebrow. "I'll make you an offer you shouldn't refuse, for I won't make it again." He took another step back, and his fingers brushed his bare throat. "I'll let you even the score, right here and now. Then, we can let bygones be just that, have a drink, and I can give Will his answer one way or the other with a clear head."
James nearly shivered with a sense of menace and excitement together. "I pledged a truce on this ground, for tonight."
"So did I."
"Yet you propose a fight."
Jack regarded him with a sly smile. "No, I face you with bare hands." He turned his palms outward and showed his sleeves. "No tricks either."
"I do not fight the unarmed." That did emerge frosty and defensive.
"Who proposed fighting? Consider this: mark me, as I have marked you. And we are done. A cut for a cut, my blood for yours." He pulled his shirt open further, bringing scars into view.
James viewed the expanse of brown skin abruptly marred by fading tattoos and gnarled scars, each promising and concealing a story. He eased a breath inward. "That would be..." For the second time in one night, he struggled for the right words.
Jack tossed his head and the trinkets in his hair tinkled as they fell together. "Uncivilized. But fair, you must admit. I don't suppose you've heard of karma, have you now? Go ahead."
The dagger shifted in James' palm almost of its own accord but he kept it lowered. "The spirit does not move me, Sparrow."
"You lie, Norrington," Jack retorted, omitting the title just as James had done. "It moves you but you resist it. Just as you resist tasting sweet William's lips. A shame."
"How dare you!" James took a step forward, blade flashing, stopped only by the smugness of Jack's smile.
"You could. He wouldn't hurt you. Wouldn't strike back. I tested him." Jack stepped away and then back. "Oh, not to worry, no harm done, he's not for me, or you, he's for Elizabeth. And now he's certain of that too."
James snorted. "Doing your civic duty? That's how you see it?"
"Nah. Pirate." Jack fingered his own lips in recollection. "I tasted him strictly for my own pleasure. Take what you can, give nothing back. But there's no point in forcing a fine thing, ruining it in the process. And you must admit that Will's a fine thing indeed." Jack's eyes pierced James. "I just needed to know if he was to be my fine thing."
The difference in Jack and Will's stories struck James all of a sudden. Jack had changed the tale for Will's sake, concealing the young man's unexpected response.
"How did you know he wasn't for you?" James tried to sound only mildly interested.
"Too gentle for my tastes."
"No. I mean, how did you know he didn't want you?" James kept his voice low in case they were overheard.
Jack's eyes veiled for a moment. "Not exactly what I said now, was it?" He circled James, forcing the man to turn with him. "I knew his heart long before that, I suppose I just didn't want to know it."
"I understand," whispered James after a moment. He stopped tracking Jack and stood still. So did Jack.
"What did you do to him?" Jack breathed by his ear. "Thought you were an upstanding citizen. Buttoned tight into your uniform."
James flinched but didn't answer.
"I know you didn't taste him, Norrington, I could see that on your face back at the house." At the notion that anyone could have seen his hunger, James panicked. Jack chuckled at the barely perceptible shift in the broad shoulders, "Don't worry, mate, it takes one to know one around here. You're the very paragon of discretion, poor you."
"Well, I believe we have concluded our discussion." James moved to tuck his dagger back into his coat, then decided that he preferred to keep it at hand. "Goodnight, Captain Sparrow." He managed one long stride toward the stable doors before he found Jack in his path. "It is remarkably unwise to stand between me and my way out," he said, dryly.
Jack's grin grew inexplicably broad. "I once said something very similar to a bonny blacksmith." He folded his arms. "As I recall, he was not moved, even with my pistol in his face. I'll not be outdone by less."
James snarled and advanced on Jack. "You are a menace. A gamesman. A manipulator of innocents."
"Do you find Will's judgment so lacking? Or Elizabeth's? Are they but poor little lambs without a wit to share between them? Look again."
"Do not play with my words as you have with their hearts."
"I will play with whatever I choose."
Before he could stop himself, James had the blade pressed to Jack's throat. His forearm ground into Jack's chest. "You had best have a care what you choose, then." He became vaguely aware of Jack's scent, of rum, sweat and pine tar, ocean swells, spice-infused silk and maleness.
"Are their hearts so wounded by my friendship?" Jack's chin came up further, arching his throat into the sharp edge rather than away from it. "I think not. Elizabeth is quit of corsets. You are saved from a polite but empty marriage by the way. And Will has learned to breathe as well. Where is the harm to them? Why the anger at me?" Jack's eyes glittered. "The further from your waters I carry my business, the further you pursue me."
"You plague me at every turn. 'Cat and mouse' Will termed it, yesterday, this thing I am forced to do by duty." James knew he had flushed deep, could feel the heat high in his face. "You strike at me to compel me to strike you back. You enjoy it."
The black eyes narrowed. "I see us as adversaries. You see us as enemies. I do not hate you, as Commodore or just plain Norrington, though you've tried to have me killed on more than one occasion. I've never threatened your life."
James pondered it, all of it true. "I merely uphold the law. You've had more than one chance to abide it. More than one chance to escape. Yet you keep coming back, taunting me."
"That I do," replied Jack evenly. He said no more.
As the conversation diffused James' rage, he began to step back, to pull the knife away, to regain a hold on his runaway temper.
Jack caught his hand. Slowly, holding James' eyes every moment, Jack drew the dagger low across his own throat. James resisted, Jack did not stop.
The balance of force between them resulted in the most shallow of cuts, and James began to realize, as the dagger laid open the surface of the brown flesh, that he could not let go or Jack's throat would be cut. Jack swallowed hard as red beaded along the fine edge of the blade and trickled down his chest. He strained with the effort of struggle against James' resistance. "We balance each other, Norrington," he rasped, "either we both press on or we both let go. It doesn't work any other way."
Eyes locked, each waited until it seemed the right moment. And then, they released, both stepping back. The dagger returned solely to James' grasp. He stared at the gleaming steel marked with bright red. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever drawn Jack's blood and he had not willingly done so.
Jack's head tilted up and his mouth caught James' lips with force. It would have been a bite but for the softness of Jack's tongue that followed. And then just as quickly, Jack was drawing away.
James grabbed a handful of thick locks. "Come back," he murmured, shocking himself.
Jack leaned closer, nearly against James, but not touching him. "Not here. You've a reputation. So do I. Savvy?"
"Yes, here," James answered. Firmly. For once, he wanted to let desire drown his good judgment.
Jack's eyes widened in surprise. "Do you even care to know whether I barred the door?"
James didn't answer. Instead, he bent, his nose brushing Jack's cheek as he went, and licked the trickle of blood from Jack's collarbones in one long sweep. He savored his second and different taste of Jack. "I do not wish to hurt you." His fingers traced the edge of the cut.
Jack clutched at James' shoulder with one hand as hot breath tickled his skin. "I was making a dramatic point," he chuckled breathlessly, "It seems to have been well taken."
James straightened, his lips smeared with red. They both moved, closing the gap. Jack's body, sinewy and tight, felt perfect against him, and he let his breath out hard before their mouths touched again. The tang of blood and gold, sour of rum, wet of Jack drew him down to depths of the unknown. And then Jack's hand was on him, squeezing hard, fingers rolling in exploration, and James groaned. "Where is the stable boy?" he managed.
"Busy with the guests' horses for the moment." Again he bit into James' mouth.
A broad hand made its way down Jack's back to grasp at his rump. "Not enough time if we stay here," James murmured at the end of the kiss.
"No quick spin around the deck, then?" Jack quipped.
"How long have I been chasing you?"
"In what sense, exactly, Commodore?" Jack breathed at James' ear.
James' fingers tightened. "How long."
Jack paused in his various movements and looked straight into James' eyes. "'All possible meanings of the phrase silent as the grave.' I believe that was it. Just over a year ago."
A warm half-smile emerged. "'Inescapably.' Perhaps before that as well, but I was still smarting from your first escape."
"Yet you set me to be hanged after that," Jack could not conceal his hurt. And then, at the softening that occurred around James' eyes, he could not conceal his surprise.
"The law gave me no choice. Will saved you and I allowed him to."
"Such a fine lad he's proven to be." Black eyes sparkled.
James refused to be diverted again. "Do you plan to remain here past morning?"
Jack lowered his eyes. "No."
"To answer your question, then, a quick spin around the deck is not at all what I have in mind. Though you will have to beware my stumbling, for I do not know the course." He was answered by Jack melting against him from the waist down.
"Well then," Jack reached into his pocket and withdrew a key. "Provision has been made." Jack spun and strode to the door, pushing it open and looking outside.
"Not barred, then?" James said, deadpan.
"Of course not. Learned my lesson about that. I only wanted to know if you cared. Love that you didn't. Life is full of surprises."
James followed as Jack made his way further back in the compound. A faint glow emerged from the gardens ahead and they found themselves before a tiny cottage, one room at best. The door stood ajar. They looked at one another.
"Who knows you are here?" whispered James.
Jack shook his head. "Only those at the house tonight. At least until everyone left." At that thought, both drew daggers and together, burst into the room.
Will whirled, his arms full of wood which he very nearly dropped. "Oh, God, you scared me to death," he exclaimed.
James shut the door firmly behind him and looked to the small windows. The thick curtains were already drawn.
Will set the logs down by the fireplace. The crackling fire was the main source of the glow, though a few candles burned as well.
"Well, young William, I wasn't expecting to come upon anyone here. Given your recommendation, after all, that I could berth here in perfect safety." Jack drew closer. "Waiting up for me, were you? I'm sorry to disappoint, lad, but I'm otherwise engaged." A finger extended and traced Will's jaw.
Will's throat quivered but he did not flinch away. "Just being a proper host," he said softly. His eyes flicked to James and a smile followed as he brushed wood chips from his shirt. "Frankly, Jack, I wasn't expecting you to retire so soon. Didn't want you to run out of fire or water," he grinned, "or rum. The essentials."
Side by side in the low firelight, the resemblance between Jack and Will struck James harder than it had before. And it was clear to him now that if a choice were open, he would choose the tautness of Jack's power over the tenderness of Will. But such tenderness it was. And such wicked things could be done with it. He shuddered to think of Will's little game of the night before. Jack didn't know about that.
James stepped forward and laid a hand on Will's shoulder. "Indulge me for a moment?" Will looked at him in surprise, then nodded once, trusting. James' thoughts warned, Don't trust me right now, I'm dangerous, but his mouth kept silent. His hand slid from the young man's shoulder up his neck and into his hair, turning his face.
The first kisses were easy, cheeks, forehead, eyelids, jaw. Though unsure at first, Will smiled and leaned in like a child receiving his due of affection. But then, the hot mouth snagged his on the way to his cheek. He made a surprised noise as James swept an arm around him, pulling him tight.
"Just a moment here, gentlemen," Jack said with some irritation.
But a moment wasn't taken. James didn't kiss Will as he had kissed Jack, with plundering intent. He kissed Will to taste him a little, to gentle him into staying when he might otherwise flee. It was a slow kiss, for all the kisses he had foregone, for the kiss he had promised last night not to give. Will's hands hovered by James' sides, at a loss.
James did not require experience with men to feel the tiny things in Will that signaled openness, that expressed a desire for this, however small the spark. He imagined reaching for that small flame, coaxing it to flare, and felt Will's weight transfer against him. James was being kissed back.
"Really, Norrington, unhand the lad." Jack's tone was both protective and annoyed.
Smoothly, James lifted his hands from the small of Will's back and held them away. But the kiss did not end. James' whole body thrummed with his pulse. He had never done anything this bad. Until yesterday, he had never just pressed on with what he wanted on impulse. And on that first occasion of such selfishness, he had found himself humiliated. Yet here he was, doing it again. He knew that Will could feel him aching hard against those lean thighs. But Will wasn't moving away. James also knew that Jack was stirred up, angry and aroused, an excellent combination.
And then, James felt the brush of Will's tongue. That destroyed his ability to strategize, and he pressed back into Will, his hands running up the long back and down to his hips. Will's hands finally anchored themselves on James' waist. James lifted Will a little in his fervor, and the hardness that he found against him was only a slight surprise. A sound of encouragement emerged from James' chest.
"Oh, he is sweet, isn't he?" Jack stepped behind Will and his voice enclosed them all in it's rough grip. "Fresh, and so gentle. You know, I've surmised that to satisfy her wilder nature, Elizabeth does the riding." He delivered the coupe de grace with a light caress to Will's rear.
At the sound of his wife's name, Will bolted backward, delivering himself into Jack's arms. "Oh, God." He scrambled free and went for the door. With a thunk, Jack's dagger materialized in the wood before him, staying the small bar. His hand flew to pull the dagger loose, but Jack was quicker, spinning him and pressing him back against the door.
"A handy trick, I thought." Jack leaned his shoulder against the door. "Kind of you to balance it so perfectly for me."
"Listen, please, this is not about me. Don't make it about me." Will's eyes were fierce.
"Ah, but it is about you as well as the other. That's what you fail to grasp."
James interposed himself again and clasped Will's shoulder. "Please don't run. That was entirely my fault."
Will shook his head. "No, it was my fault. This is a dangerous game and I'm out of my league. It's time for me to leave. I already have enough explaining to do. More than I thought." He ran a hand through his hair in worry.
Jack cupped Will's chin and forced him to meet his gaze. "Perhaps you'd best leave me to do the explaining, luv. There's no shame in a young man's blood being up when provoked." He glanced over to James in continued irritation. "And that was truly inspired provocation."
"It's not the shame that worries me." Will lowered his eyes. "I love Elizabeth. I willingly took vows of loyalty. I'm happy. There is no problem between us as husband and wife. Yet." He looked at James. "I cannot be here. You and I agreed that last night would not change things between us. You said you understood."
James nodded sorrowfully. "It is more difficult than I thought."
"Last night?" Jack's lips thinned in growing fury.
James sighed. "It was not... you would not understand."
Jack's fist closed upon James' shirt. "Tell me you did not spoil him," he hissed. "All games aside, I told you he is for Elizabeth, not for the likes of us."
"Jack, for pity's sake, do not speak of me as a virgin to be spoiled or not." Will pushed past them both and went to the fireplace. "I've gone and meddled in this... thing that has yet to happen between my stubborn friends. I did not know how complicated it could become." He wiped his brow. "He did not touch me, Jack. I acted your part to illustrate something."
Jack released James. He looked from Will to James and back. "My part? I'm afraid you've lost me."
"To prove to James that he was only drawn to me because I remind him of you."
A series of responses moved over Jack's features which then settled on amusement. "Well, luv, to convince anyone of that they'd have to be blind and deaf." He folded his arms. "You pretended to be me."
"More or less." Will gamely met his gaze.
"Show me."
Will looked stricken. "Jack..."
"No, really, this will be worth the miserable, sneaking journey here all by itself."
"Jack, I think we should leave well enough alone," James spoke up again.
"William, I'm asking you.” The fact of Jack asking startled all three to quiet.
Continues in Chapter 2, part 2 http://laesmeralda.livejournal.com/7988.html#cutid1