Vignette : Possessed (Davington)
Possessed
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The tentacles added a whole new dimension to their lovemaking. Their slide over smooth skin evoked sensations a hand nor a tongue could never accomplish, their grasp, their strength, the slick penetration offering pleasure impossible to achieve without the squirming extensions.
James had long since started to refuse to think of it as fornicating, preferring the delusion that Davy Jones might actually see their sessions as more than that. Delusions aside, he could not deny the intense emotions he felt as he contemplated the deformed and cursed man in the moments they laid sedated, still wrapped in an embracing tangle of limbs.
There for the grace of God go I.
Despite the rejection and humiliation wrought by Elizabeth, James still possessed the one thing Davy seemed to have lost - Faith.
Faith in the inherent goodness of man, despite his failings. And so, he sought to understand this broken man, allowing himself to be at first subjected, then accepting, and finally, passionately welcoming his advances.
James first saw their encounters as mutually beneficial. A necessity in the line of serving others before himself, and humiliation was a small price to pay for the well-being of his crew. Nightly, he would offer up his body to questionable degradation, veiling his shameful pleasure in convincing himself that he spared the rest of the crew of the gruesome fate.
Then came the night when something happened that changed his whole perception of the monster. He’d arrived as commanded, precise at the appointed time, only to find Jones holding a locket, from which sweet, hope-filled music played, and saw a single tear tracing a path down his grotesque face, as a tentacle strayed to press a key, creating a furious dissonance from the organ.
Norrington recognized that sound… And that tear - Resounding deeply in hopes to cut the final chord from playing with a broken heart, a heart that bled tears for a love lost long ago, and in the memory of a betrayal that turns one from a man to a monster. A brief flash of Elizabeth’s face surfacing to his mind tugged painfully at James’ intact heart, and he did what he had promised himself never to do again.
He stepped lightly behind the broken man, and wordlessly wrapped his arms around him, and held him as he wept.
Love’s labour's lost. And yet, found once more.
Jones never spoke of that night, but James was no longer commanded, restrained only when they both needed it, punished only when his actions spoke of feverish yearn to receive it. James gave freely of himself, for his own sake, and found a graciously cruel and generously demanding lover in return.
The two men, both disappointed, broken and beaten by capricious, scorning women, found solace and peace in each other’s arms, piercing claws, ruthless cocks, sharp teeth, blessedly gliding tentacles. Whatever was left of their hearts, was soon combined, creating a fierce relationship, the secreted results of which James wore hidden under an Admiral‘s pride
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The tentacles added a whole new dimension to their lovemaking. Their slide over smooth skin evoked sensations a hand nor a tongue could never accomplish, their grasp, their strength, the slick penetration offering pleasure impossible to achieve without the squirming extensions.
James had long since started to refuse to think of it as fornicating, preferring the delusion that Davy Jones might actually see their sessions as more than that. Delusions aside, he could not deny the intense emotions he felt as he contemplated the deformed and cursed man in the moments they laid sedated, still wrapped in an embracing tangle of limbs.
There for the grace of God go I.
Despite the rejection and humiliation wrought by Elizabeth, James still possessed the one thing Davy seemed to have lost - Faith.
Faith in the inherent goodness of man, despite his failings. And so, he sought to understand this broken man, allowing himself to be at first subjected, then accepting, and finally, passionately welcoming his advances.
James first saw their encounters as mutually beneficial. A necessity in the line of serving others before himself, and humiliation was a small price to pay for the well-being of his crew. Nightly, he would offer up his body to questionable degradation, veiling his shameful pleasure in convincing himself that he spared the rest of the crew of the gruesome fate.
Then came the night when something happened that changed his whole perception of the monster. He’d arrived as commanded, precise at the appointed time, only to find Jones holding a locket, from which sweet, hope-filled music played, and saw a single tear tracing a path down his grotesque face, as a tentacle strayed to press a key, creating a furious dissonance from the organ.
Norrington recognized that sound… And that tear - Resounding deeply in hopes to cut the final chord from playing with a broken heart, a heart that bled tears for a love lost long ago, and in the memory of a betrayal that turns one from a man to a monster. A brief flash of Elizabeth’s face surfacing to his mind tugged painfully at James’ intact heart, and he did what he had promised himself never to do again.
He stepped lightly behind the broken man, and wordlessly wrapped his arms around him, and held him as he wept.
Love’s labour's lost. And yet, found once more.
Jones never spoke of that night, but James was no longer commanded, restrained only when they both needed it, punished only when his actions spoke of feverish yearn to receive it. James gave freely of himself, for his own sake, and found a graciously cruel and generously demanding lover in return.
The two men, both disappointed, broken and beaten by capricious, scorning women, found solace and peace in each other’s arms, piercing claws, ruthless cocks, sharp teeth, blessedly gliding tentacles. Whatever was left of their hearts, was soon combined, creating a fierce relationship, the secreted results of which James wore hidden under an Admiral‘s pride
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