“Suck me.”

Groves hears the words resonating in his mind, eyes not leaving the obvious bulge in Beckett’s breeches. The words are never spoken out loud, they are merely heat in icy grey eyes, but Groves knows a command when he sees one.

Getting on his knees is the hard bit, not the hard weight in his hand or warm skin under his tongue. ( Read more... )

The blinds were wide open, flooding the thoroughly aired rooms with thick Caribbean air and warm sunshine. Hot tea was boiling in the kitchen, the china was ready, the thin covers on he beds were already shivering with need. Lord Beckett’s mansion was ready to receive its new master for the first time in a decade.

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She screams, she begs, she plots, she breaks priceless objects, earning herself painful blows, she mars his skin with long fingernails, she smiles, she offers herself up, her naked skin shining in the moonlight like the embodiment of temptation, she clings, she pushes, she moans, and then she cries herself to sleep every single night.

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Beckett’s hand on his shoulder felt like the materialisation of the heavy weight of all his guilt-ridden dreams, just punishment for the lives he’d taken and James couldn’t bring himself to shrug it off.

“And for that,” he cleared his throat to stifle the trembling, “I presume you want my loyalty to the East India Trading Company.”

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Beckett’s words washed over James, licking his bruised soul with mocking tongues. But he didn’t need Beckett to tell him about his worthlessness, he’d learned that the day the Dauntless sunk, taking more of his men with her than James had nights to conjure up their faces in nightmarish visions. Sparrow, too, had been eager to remind him of the ( Read more... )

“What was this? A test?” James couldn’t help asking, his anger still fuelled by bitterness. But Beckett just smirked.

“I don’t need to test you, James.” I know you. The unsaid words hung between them like a pointed sword.

“Then what?”

“Oh I trust your linguistic skills, James, I’m sure you’ll find the right name. Game, bargain, leverage...”

“Or ( Read more... )

James shut his eyes tightly, hating yet craving the way Theo’s kisses could still make him shiver, and for a moment he almost forgot where he was. But as the words slowly connected in his mist-covered brain and once their meaning finally sunk in James’ eyes flew open, intent on catching Theo’s thoughts through his brown eyes. It’s been too long ( Read more... )

“Undress.”

Sometimes the simplest command sends the cruellest chills down the unwilling spine and James’ hands were shaking as he undid his cravat with a guarded expression, trying not to meet Beckett’s calculating greys and Theo’s corral-sharp browns. Suddenly cold fingers joined his, answering a wordless command James whished he could have ( Read more... )

The Lord’s Prayer

You’d mock me if you saw

My fingers caressing the smooth beads

Like once upon a time

Your dark, salty skin

Bruised and torn open

You walk to the gallows with

Your amused, trademark half-grin

Never said you’d stay

And I never dared ask

Hands folded in useless prayer

I curse destiny’s cruelty

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“Do I even get a say in any of this?” James asked silently, knowing the answer before the words were even out. Beckett’s only answer was an amused smirk.

“Very well,” James sighed. “What are my orders, Sir?”

“Always so very proper, James,” Beckett mocked and stood up. “I trust we can take this somewhere more comfortable and private.”

James didn’ ( Read more... )