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This is for fsshuuukitty, my favourite online writer.
Title: Corruption Force Strikes
Author: SsssSSSssSSSss
Fandom: That One
People: sauntered & the_jacksparrow.
Notes: This hisses mean it's good.
Warnings: Same as in the previous installment.
"Ssssssparrow," Crowley hissed into Jack's ear. He nudged him gently, then poked him quite hard. Jack mumbled and turned over. Crowley sidled off the bed, straightened his clothing and looked at the pirate.
All of a sudden, Captain Jack Sparrow found himself hung upside down in nothing but rather pink-looking underthings. Crowley snorted in amusement. Jack spun in the air. "Are you gonna let me down, mate?" he asked after his third turn. "I'm beginning to get sick."
Crowley shrugged and Jack was on the bed again...still in his pink things. "I'm making breakfast. No sidetracks today."
As Crowley walked away, Jack sat up, stretched and took stock of what he was wearing. "Kinky," he said appreciatively before looking for the rest of his clothing.
*
"So, who's our target?" asked Jack.
"I told you yesterday," said Crowley as he navigated the Bentley, the clutch easy and purring against his motions.
"I forgot. Got a lot on my mind, being Captain." Crowley looked over at the slouched body; Jack's eyes met his (or as much as they could, with the dark black of Crowley's sunglasses acting as a sort of shield). The slow, lecherous tongue ran over smirking lips.
"I can only imagine," said Crowley, looking back at the road, matching Jack's smirk when he felt a hand on his thigh.
*
"It's a tennis court," explained Crowley quickly before Jack could ask. He led the way, Jack shadowing him loopily. They walked through the school, Crowley sizing up the possible targets. When he heard the hiss, he bowed his head. Jack stumbled into him and Crowley thwapped him for ruining the tension-driven moment; Jack swore and made a face at Crowley behind his back.
"Those are itty balls," said Jack conversationally.
"Sometimes smaller is better," said Crowley.
"...no," said Jack.
Crowley indicated the figure in the bandana at the far court. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that with him, anyway."
Jack made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat. "That's nice."
"I agree."
*
The people who had come to scout him seemed very strange: the one on the right kept bobbing and weaving as if he'd had too much sake and the other looked the part, except he refused to remove his shades. K. wasn't quite sure what to make of the pair. The pirate kept leering in a way that was beginning to make him uncomfortable and the other...seemed decent enough, though he had problems pronouncing his S's sometimes.
"...so that's the deal," said Crowley, watching K.'s face. "A simple meeting and we can discuss your future. There are many possibilities for you, K. All sorts of goals and...positions, as it were."
K. considered it. Or at least, he tried to; before he could think to react, the others had taken him by the arm, guiding him towards a large, rather impressive car. "Nan-"
"Love his accent," said Jack conversationally as he opened the door, fitting K. into the backseat with now-practiced ease. He climbed over, smiling, his gold teeth catching what was left of the light before Crowley slid into the driver's seat, clicking all the locks shut. He turned around, smiling at K. Slithering into the seat between them, he fixed his eyes on his target: on the muscled arms, the thick lips...the firm stomach that pulled taut at his touch.
Crowley looked at Jack; Jack leered sexily at Crowley.
Both looked at K., hands twining and spreading over his skin.
"Thissssssssss isssss going to be fun."
Title: Corruption Force Strikes
Author: SsssSSSssSSSss
Fandom: That One
People: sauntered & the_jacksparrow.
Notes: This hisses mean it's good.
Warnings: Same as in the previous installment.
"Ssssssparrow," Crowley hissed into Jack's ear. He nudged him gently, then poked him quite hard. Jack mumbled and turned over. Crowley sidled off the bed, straightened his clothing and looked at the pirate.
All of a sudden, Captain Jack Sparrow found himself hung upside down in nothing but rather pink-looking underthings. Crowley snorted in amusement. Jack spun in the air. "Are you gonna let me down, mate?" he asked after his third turn. "I'm beginning to get sick."
Crowley shrugged and Jack was on the bed again...still in his pink things. "I'm making breakfast. No sidetracks today."
As Crowley walked away, Jack sat up, stretched and took stock of what he was wearing. "Kinky," he said appreciatively before looking for the rest of his clothing.
*
"So, who's our target?" asked Jack.
"I told you yesterday," said Crowley as he navigated the Bentley, the clutch easy and purring against his motions.
"I forgot. Got a lot on my mind, being Captain." Crowley looked over at the slouched body; Jack's eyes met his (or as much as they could, with the dark black of Crowley's sunglasses acting as a sort of shield). The slow, lecherous tongue ran over smirking lips.
"I can only imagine," said Crowley, looking back at the road, matching Jack's smirk when he felt a hand on his thigh.
*
"It's a tennis court," explained Crowley quickly before Jack could ask. He led the way, Jack shadowing him loopily. They walked through the school, Crowley sizing up the possible targets. When he heard the hiss, he bowed his head. Jack stumbled into him and Crowley thwapped him for ruining the tension-driven moment; Jack swore and made a face at Crowley behind his back.
"Those are itty balls," said Jack conversationally.
"Sometimes smaller is better," said Crowley.
"...no," said Jack.
Crowley indicated the figure in the bandana at the far court. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that with him, anyway."
Jack made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat. "That's nice."
"I agree."
*
The people who had come to scout him seemed very strange: the one on the right kept bobbing and weaving as if he'd had too much sake and the other looked the part, except he refused to remove his shades. K. wasn't quite sure what to make of the pair. The pirate kept leering in a way that was beginning to make him uncomfortable and the other...seemed decent enough, though he had problems pronouncing his S's sometimes.
"...so that's the deal," said Crowley, watching K.'s face. "A simple meeting and we can discuss your future. There are many possibilities for you, K. All sorts of goals and...positions, as it were."
K. considered it. Or at least, he tried to; before he could think to react, the others had taken him by the arm, guiding him towards a large, rather impressive car. "Nan-"
"Love his accent," said Jack conversationally as he opened the door, fitting K. into the backseat with now-practiced ease. He climbed over, smiling, his gold teeth catching what was left of the light before Crowley slid into the driver's seat, clicking all the locks shut. He turned around, smiling at K. Slithering into the seat between them, he fixed his eyes on his target: on the muscled arms, the thick lips...the firm stomach that pulled taut at his touch.
Crowley looked at Jack; Jack leered sexily at Crowley.
Both looked at K., hands twining and spreading over his skin.
"Thissssssssss isssss going to be fun."