by Kenovay
He quickly feigned boredom. "Nothing, I'm sure, which you could give me, Mr Sparrow."
"Captain," the pirate muttered, but he muttered it sotto voce and did not appear to be willing to allow himself to be side-tracked. "What would it take for you to let me go, Commodore?"
"Attempting to bribe an officer of the Royal Navy, Sparrow?"
"Pirate, mate." Sparrow bared his teeth in something which did not resemble a smile. His hands, weighed down by the shackles, nonetheless twitched as though eager to participate in the conversation.
James permitted his mouth to twitch, and then looked back down at the dicuments and began counting in his head. One, two, three, f-. "Norrington?" Right on time. "Not everyone's talking about money when they offer you things, just so you know."
James' gaze snapped to the pirate, who was gazing into the air, not meeting his eyes. He appeared slightly nervous, or at least as nervous as James had ever seen him. "And what else might you be talking about, Sparrow?" James leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. "Do enlighten me."
"Not sure if you'll get violent if I do so, mate."
"Well, a bribe which you're afraid to speak out loud won't do much good, will it?" James was enjoying this.
"Sexual favours, Commodore. I suck your cock, you let me go."
"Ooooh." James' hammed-up realisation was greeted with a frown from the pirate, and another baring of the pretty gold teeth. "You do know that's illegal, Sparrow?" The pirate said nothing. "Are you that desperate to escape the noose?"
"Now that you mention it, mate, I'm quite attached to my life." The words were lazy, but the slight flare of Sparrow's nostrils spoke volumes. He was desperate, alright.
James savoured the idea. Sparrow, bound, humiliated, on his knees� but it was only for a few moments. He was not a rapist, and since the Isla de Muerta he had been finding it harder to keep the hot flare of hatred against Jack � Sparrow � burning. And he had his duty to consider. He shook his head. "I don't think so, Sparrow. I'm afraid your time is finally up."
"Are you sure, Commodore?" James blinked, and looked back at the pirate. Sparrow was� purring? "I'll make it good. I'm very, very good." James stared fixedly at the man as he approached, with a leisurely strut, feeling caught. "Don't you want to feel my mouth on your nipples? Trailing slowly, so slowly down to your cock, stopping to fuck your bellybutton on the way? Sucking you in, slowly, so slowly�" James was trapped, hypnotised by the pirate's narrowed eyes. "Hot and wet, Norrington-" which broke the spell.
"No, Sparrow. You will hang." And for the first time in his life, Norrington felt uneasy saying the words. Even that first attempt at hanging Sparrow, even then he'd felt secure in his duty, even while finding it slightly distasteful. Now, he couldn't even tell right from wrong any more. Sparrow's face clouded over.
"Aye," he said. "And you will burn."
