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19 August 2004 @ 04:43 pm
Covet 2  
Here follows quickly the next part of Covet, in which Norrington is too lonely for his own good. Rated NC-17.


Titel: Covet 2
Author: Vesta
Rating NC-17
Pairing: none
Disclaimers: I don't own them, I don't own anything. And I never, ever make any money.
Feedback: Please,if you would be so kind.

Author's note: this is a follow up to my earlier ficlet Covet. More Norrington- angst. Why? My foul mood found me and I need to make someone suffer. And as it still is sort of writing exercise to get Museboy on his feet; this is unbetaed. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors.


"We covet what we can not have."
Hannibal Lecter.


James sat in his study. Yet another miserable Wednesday had been endured, and the usual tears had been shed. He had been drinking steadily since he left their bedroom and was more than a little woozy by now. No one would believe it if they saw him this moment; Commodore James Norrington, in his drawers, shirt open and with a bottle in his hand. He had his sword over his knees, the blade bare. He absently stroked the adorned handle. He wondered if Turner had touched it in the same way. Stroking those long, strong fingers down the blade, testing its sharpness. The bottle fell to the floor with a dull thump. Those hands, Will's hands, they drove him mad. A sharp pang of need surged though him.

How would it feel to be touched by those hands? He pressed the flat of the blade to his bare chest, wincing a little at the sudden coldness. Not like this, not cold and unyielding. Hot and fierce and hard, that was how it would be. Strong hands moulding him like they had moulded the metal. James groaned. He tugged his drawers off, freeing his hard shaft. A bitter chuckle escaped him, he was down to this now; a bottle of rum and his own hand. And it was more than he ever got from his loving wife.

He traced a finger around the knob of the handle, before rubbing it over his aching staff. His own wetness spread over it, making it shine. It took only a moments hesitation before he put it in his mouth, licking it clean. He chuckled again, would anyone believe this? The Commodore sucking on a sword hilt, wondering if it was anything like Will Turner's knob and stroking his own cock. Not likely.

James lifted his legs and hooked them over the arms of the chair. He was panting now, barely able to swallow his moans. Would Will want him like this? Spread open like a needy whore? Begging for it, ready to do anything for him? Would he run his fingers over James's belly, over his cock and lightly press against his quivering opening? The knob was still wet and slid against his skin when he traced the path he wanted Will's fingers to take. He gasped at the pressure from the knob. It wasn't big, but enough for virgin territory like this.

He pushed a little harder and the knob slipped in. It burned as it stretched him. Would it feel like this with Will over him, pinning him to the chair and pressing inside? He closed his eyes and moved the knob inside him carefully. His cock swelled in his hand, he could almost feel Will pushing his knees apart, forcing himself inside, making him ache…

James Norrington came with the knob in his arse, furiously working his cock. His back arched as his body contracted and found release. But the fire was still burning, and to keep his sanity he had to quench it. With Will Turner…
inyadreems on August 19th, 2004 12:44 pm (UTC)
Guh! Well done with that. A sword hilt - sexy??? Well, you did it, and it is.

Now is the poor man going to get what he wants?
Vestabiggelois on August 20th, 2004 05:00 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you think it worked. And yes, Norrington will most likely get what he wants, but not yet...
azure_k_mello: blow-meazure_k_mello on August 1st, 2005 06:55 am (UTC)
Now There's a pairing I never thought I would read James/sword. Hmm. Loved it.
Vestabiggelois on August 1st, 2005 08:45 am (UTC)
A bit unusual, isn't it? I'm sort of pleased with myself I came up with it. And James *was* frustrated at the time. Thanks.