Fiction
Title: In The End
Author: Justin Barrette
Rating: Hard R / NC-17 (to be safe)
Pairing: James Norrinton/Jack Sparrow
Summary: Jack's final request was to see me? The only thing my mind pointed to, was that the man was up to something. How was I to know his true intentions were much more... heartbreaking.
Warnings: Character Death, suicide, m/m sexual situations
A/N: I haven't written in so, so long, this may be terrible. Also, I’m a feeback whore!
Written For: scruffy_love promts. [21. Virgin!James. 22. Why does James trust Jack Sparrow with his body even though he doesn’t believe a word the man says? 25. The final will and testament of James Norrington. 31. Jack Sparrow is in prison, awaiting execution. His final request is to see James Norrington.]
Beta: Crimson inertia
As I sit at my desk, contemplating the day's events, I know this shall be my journal's last entry. I know, Mr. Turner, that you are reading this, because I have made sure it will get to you. I figure that if any should know the truth of my life, it should be you, William. I've thought of you as a younger brother since we brought you back with us to Port Royal. That is why I took such time to tutor you, and to train you with a sword: a practice that you are very gifted at now, I am proud to say.
But that is not the reason I am addressing you in this, my final log. I wanted you to know that what happened today, it was not a pleasure. If you only knew. Though I suppose you soon will.
This evening, when our mutual friend Captain Sparrow was asked for his last requests, he said that all he wished was to share my company one last time. Jack's final request was to see me? The only thing in my mind was that the man was up to something. How was I to know his true intentions were much more heartbreaking?
Nonetheless, who was I to refuse the man's last request? So, with little thought, I left my office and went straight to the fort's barracks. I was greeted by a scene I have seen far too many times. He was staring out the tiny barred window in the furthest cell from the door. I heard him whisper my name without turning. "James." He said, and by the glint of the moonlight on his few gold teeth, I knew he was smiling.
I don't know how he did it, but as we both know Jack has a way with words. I found myself inside the cell with him, having sent off the guards to that he could speak with me in private. When he turned, I was surprised to see the stains on his cheeks. Jack Sparrow had not been crying? It was not possible. But what he said then made me think otherwise. "This is it, James. I've lost me pearl, me compass, me freedom. It would seem ol' Jack's luck has run it's course, aye?"
He gave me a faint smile, one that made my heart ache. It was true, I did not wish to seem him here, a caged bird. It seemed so wrong. Yes, Jack Sparrow was a pirate, but a good man. And as much as duty holds me to one set of rules, it pains me to know a desire to follow another path. And even as I stood there, frozen in my own fears, I wanted to free him. To let him run. But I knew I could not.
I didn't realize he'd come so close until he was inches from me. The pain in his eyes was all too clear, the fear in knowing that this was truly his fate, and there were no Turners to save him this time. I wanted to make him smile again, that defiant smirk that used to anger me so much. To give him back that cocky nature that had seemed to have drained from him and left him lifeless. Not the man he once was. I knew that the fear of death could change a man, I had seen it so many times. From the gallows, or the blade of my own sword. But I'd always thought Jack unshakeable, I suppose. I am saddened to say that he was not.
I don't remember in entirety what Jack had said to me. The words seemed so foreign from his lips, sorry's and forgiven's and I shouldn't haves. It didn't seem right. But there they were, pouring from his mouth as he stepped even closer to me. I didn't realize I'd closed my eyes until his hand was on my face. Rough, calloused, sailor's hands against my cheek and lips. A touch much softer than I'd have ever imagined.
I remember forgetting how to breathe, and how my stomach was in knots, chest tight. He was looking at me. Just staring up into my eyes. His own were so dark, so open. Too open.
I could feel his hands between our bodies: by then, pressed tightly together, my back against the cell's bars. He was unbuttoning my breeches, and I could to nothing to stop him. I'd forgotten I could move until I felt his lips against mine. Then it suddenly came rushing back to me. I kissed him back, allowing him to do as he would. Even as he tied my cravat around my wrist through the bars, and backed away.
I remember thinking this was it, that he wanted to make a fool of me. He was standing back, looking down at me, the old smirk almost there. My breeches were at my ankles, my hands restrained over my head. I could feel anger swell in me until I heard him mutter, "Beautiful." My breath caught as he licked his lips and moved back over to me. I was lost in my own lust; there was not longer a logical bone in me.
He was on his knees, one of my legs on his shoulder, his tongue lapping at my entrance to prepare me. It was only then, when he was touching a part of me that had not been touched before, that I realized what a mistake I was making. I'd never trusted a word this man had said, and suddenly I was giving my body over to him. I must have had a lapse in sanity. Yet, I couldn't imagine allowing anyone else to touch me this way, to make every part of my body tremble in need the way Jack did.
I've come to terms with it now. I would have wanted no one else. Have not wanted anyone else since that voyage to the Isla De Muerta. I can say it now that it is too late. All I will ever have of him now is this aching need inside me. I can still feel him, even now. If I close my eyes, I see our bodies entwined in the moonlight in that cell. I can feel the pinch and burn of Jack's spit-slicked cock pressing unforgivingly into me. My legs on his shoulders, and how the muscles ached to be stretched so. How he looked into my eyes: not once did he look away as he moved so painfully slow.
It was beautiful. It was everything I'd thought of during my late nights with only my hand to sate me. But it was also nothing I'd expected. It wasn't like one reads in a racy book, all grace and perfection. No, it was better. It was sticky, and messy. It hurt, and felt so bloody good. It was my back banging against the hard iron bars, and Jack struggling to take all of my weight as he took me. It was cocks losing holes and finding them again. It was the pinch of the wrong angles, and the white hot pleasure of getting the right ones.
Will, dear boy, I wish you and Elizabeth can make each other feel the same. I know I go into much detail, but I also know you've had some long nights with some very naval lads. No, I, of course, have never uttered a word. I wouldn't do such a thing. Just as I know you will keep my honor after reading this. All I want is for one person to truly know me before my end.
Jack knew me more than he's ever let on, but as of dawn he will be no more. And our night of passion will now only be known by you. I want you to know that it hurt me to leave him behind in that bleak cell. The stolen kisses we shared between the bars, the promises we made that we knew would not be kept.
I may stay myself, Will. I cannot go on any longer, the dawn approaches far too swiftly. I am leaving everything to you and your new wife, and my godson on the way. All I ask is that you give Jack a proper burial, at sea of course. The man would never be happy on land. Though perhaps... a head stone... near the sea, a mile or so from the port. Just to have something marking his place in the world.
If I am not sent straight to purgatory for tonight's actions, I will be sure to request a guardian angel watches over you and your new family.
Will, never allow duty to blind you. I am so set in my ways, Will, that I could never change the outcome of the blooming morning. I want to. I want to so badly that I can taste it. But my duty is to the crown and not myself. And for that a good man shall hang.
I will wait, until the drums roaring stops before I end it. That way, perhaps we'll meet on out way.
I wish I could tell him I was sorry. I'm sorry Jack. So, so sorry.
********
James had kept to his words, and at the drums' last beat, pulled the trigger of his pistol. The water where he fell at shore's edge colored slowly pink.
********
Jack knelt in front of the stone on the shore line of Port Royal. 'James Christopher Norrington' Deeply engraved in bold letters. 'Loyal Officer of the British navy. Cherished friend.' And carved dangerously below, obviously by hand, 'Lover'
"Look at these, James, love." He held up the leather bound parcel. "Letters of full pardon from the King himself for aiding the Royal Navy in capturing, and securing dangerous pirates of notorious legion."
Jack set them down on the sand in front of him. "They came just before I was brought out... sent the next in line, they did."
Jack felt his eyes water and he dug the heels of his hands into the sockets.
"Bloody hell mate! You couldn't have waited? We were a heart's breath from having an us." He turned, and seated himself next to the stone.
"S' pose I can't blame ya. Couldn't have known, aye?" A sniffle. "Well look what we have here. The whole day together, just to sit and watch the horizon."
Author: Justin Barrette
Rating: Hard R / NC-17 (to be safe)
Pairing: James Norrinton/Jack Sparrow
Summary: Jack's final request was to see me? The only thing my mind pointed to, was that the man was up to something. How was I to know his true intentions were much more... heartbreaking.
Warnings: Character Death, suicide, m/m sexual situations
A/N: I haven't written in so, so long, this may be terrible. Also, I’m a feeback whore!
Written For: scruffy_love promts. [21. Virgin!James. 22. Why does James trust Jack Sparrow with his body even though he doesn’t believe a word the man says? 25. The final will and testament of James Norrington. 31. Jack Sparrow is in prison, awaiting execution. His final request is to see James Norrington.]
Beta: Crimson inertia
As I sit at my desk, contemplating the day's events, I know this shall be my journal's last entry. I know, Mr. Turner, that you are reading this, because I have made sure it will get to you. I figure that if any should know the truth of my life, it should be you, William. I've thought of you as a younger brother since we brought you back with us to Port Royal. That is why I took such time to tutor you, and to train you with a sword: a practice that you are very gifted at now, I am proud to say.
But that is not the reason I am addressing you in this, my final log. I wanted you to know that what happened today, it was not a pleasure. If you only knew. Though I suppose you soon will.
This evening, when our mutual friend Captain Sparrow was asked for his last requests, he said that all he wished was to share my company one last time. Jack's final request was to see me? The only thing in my mind was that the man was up to something. How was I to know his true intentions were much more heartbreaking?
Nonetheless, who was I to refuse the man's last request? So, with little thought, I left my office and went straight to the fort's barracks. I was greeted by a scene I have seen far too many times. He was staring out the tiny barred window in the furthest cell from the door. I heard him whisper my name without turning. "James." He said, and by the glint of the moonlight on his few gold teeth, I knew he was smiling.
I don't know how he did it, but as we both know Jack has a way with words. I found myself inside the cell with him, having sent off the guards to that he could speak with me in private. When he turned, I was surprised to see the stains on his cheeks. Jack Sparrow had not been crying? It was not possible. But what he said then made me think otherwise. "This is it, James. I've lost me pearl, me compass, me freedom. It would seem ol' Jack's luck has run it's course, aye?"
He gave me a faint smile, one that made my heart ache. It was true, I did not wish to seem him here, a caged bird. It seemed so wrong. Yes, Jack Sparrow was a pirate, but a good man. And as much as duty holds me to one set of rules, it pains me to know a desire to follow another path. And even as I stood there, frozen in my own fears, I wanted to free him. To let him run. But I knew I could not.
I didn't realize he'd come so close until he was inches from me. The pain in his eyes was all too clear, the fear in knowing that this was truly his fate, and there were no Turners to save him this time. I wanted to make him smile again, that defiant smirk that used to anger me so much. To give him back that cocky nature that had seemed to have drained from him and left him lifeless. Not the man he once was. I knew that the fear of death could change a man, I had seen it so many times. From the gallows, or the blade of my own sword. But I'd always thought Jack unshakeable, I suppose. I am saddened to say that he was not.
I don't remember in entirety what Jack had said to me. The words seemed so foreign from his lips, sorry's and forgiven's and I shouldn't haves. It didn't seem right. But there they were, pouring from his mouth as he stepped even closer to me. I didn't realize I'd closed my eyes until his hand was on my face. Rough, calloused, sailor's hands against my cheek and lips. A touch much softer than I'd have ever imagined.
I remember forgetting how to breathe, and how my stomach was in knots, chest tight. He was looking at me. Just staring up into my eyes. His own were so dark, so open. Too open.
I could feel his hands between our bodies: by then, pressed tightly together, my back against the cell's bars. He was unbuttoning my breeches, and I could to nothing to stop him. I'd forgotten I could move until I felt his lips against mine. Then it suddenly came rushing back to me. I kissed him back, allowing him to do as he would. Even as he tied my cravat around my wrist through the bars, and backed away.
I remember thinking this was it, that he wanted to make a fool of me. He was standing back, looking down at me, the old smirk almost there. My breeches were at my ankles, my hands restrained over my head. I could feel anger swell in me until I heard him mutter, "Beautiful." My breath caught as he licked his lips and moved back over to me. I was lost in my own lust; there was not longer a logical bone in me.
He was on his knees, one of my legs on his shoulder, his tongue lapping at my entrance to prepare me. It was only then, when he was touching a part of me that had not been touched before, that I realized what a mistake I was making. I'd never trusted a word this man had said, and suddenly I was giving my body over to him. I must have had a lapse in sanity. Yet, I couldn't imagine allowing anyone else to touch me this way, to make every part of my body tremble in need the way Jack did.
I've come to terms with it now. I would have wanted no one else. Have not wanted anyone else since that voyage to the Isla De Muerta. I can say it now that it is too late. All I will ever have of him now is this aching need inside me. I can still feel him, even now. If I close my eyes, I see our bodies entwined in the moonlight in that cell. I can feel the pinch and burn of Jack's spit-slicked cock pressing unforgivingly into me. My legs on his shoulders, and how the muscles ached to be stretched so. How he looked into my eyes: not once did he look away as he moved so painfully slow.
It was beautiful. It was everything I'd thought of during my late nights with only my hand to sate me. But it was also nothing I'd expected. It wasn't like one reads in a racy book, all grace and perfection. No, it was better. It was sticky, and messy. It hurt, and felt so bloody good. It was my back banging against the hard iron bars, and Jack struggling to take all of my weight as he took me. It was cocks losing holes and finding them again. It was the pinch of the wrong angles, and the white hot pleasure of getting the right ones.
Will, dear boy, I wish you and Elizabeth can make each other feel the same. I know I go into much detail, but I also know you've had some long nights with some very naval lads. No, I, of course, have never uttered a word. I wouldn't do such a thing. Just as I know you will keep my honor after reading this. All I want is for one person to truly know me before my end.
Jack knew me more than he's ever let on, but as of dawn he will be no more. And our night of passion will now only be known by you. I want you to know that it hurt me to leave him behind in that bleak cell. The stolen kisses we shared between the bars, the promises we made that we knew would not be kept.
I may stay myself, Will. I cannot go on any longer, the dawn approaches far too swiftly. I am leaving everything to you and your new wife, and my godson on the way. All I ask is that you give Jack a proper burial, at sea of course. The man would never be happy on land. Though perhaps... a head stone... near the sea, a mile or so from the port. Just to have something marking his place in the world.
If I am not sent straight to purgatory for tonight's actions, I will be sure to request a guardian angel watches over you and your new family.
Will, never allow duty to blind you. I am so set in my ways, Will, that I could never change the outcome of the blooming morning. I want to. I want to so badly that I can taste it. But my duty is to the crown and not myself. And for that a good man shall hang.
I will wait, until the drums roaring stops before I end it. That way, perhaps we'll meet on out way.
I wish I could tell him I was sorry. I'm sorry Jack. So, so sorry.
********
James had kept to his words, and at the drums' last beat, pulled the trigger of his pistol. The water where he fell at shore's edge colored slowly pink.
********
Jack knelt in front of the stone on the shore line of Port Royal. 'James Christopher Norrington' Deeply engraved in bold letters. 'Loyal Officer of the British navy. Cherished friend.' And carved dangerously below, obviously by hand, 'Lover'
"Look at these, James, love." He held up the leather bound parcel. "Letters of full pardon from the King himself for aiding the Royal Navy in capturing, and securing dangerous pirates of notorious legion."
Jack set them down on the sand in front of him. "They came just before I was brought out... sent the next in line, they did."
Jack felt his eyes water and he dug the heels of his hands into the sockets.
"Bloody hell mate! You couldn't have waited? We were a heart's breath from having an us." He turned, and seated himself next to the stone.
"S' pose I can't blame ya. Couldn't have known, aye?" A sniffle. "Well look what we have here. The whole day together, just to sit and watch the horizon."