"Bastard."

The shorter man made his way over to the fruit bowl, a slinking figure in the shadows. "Dear me, James, that's harsh language for a...." His eyes twinkled dangerously as he reached forward and lifted an apple. "Commodore."

James clenched his teeth and cocked the pistol. "I see you've sunk a little in fortune, Mr Sparrow. Or is being a midnight fruit thief a mere step down from being a pirate?" he said silkily.

The pirate smiled, revealing just a hint of gold. "I didn't come to steal your fruit, believe it or not." He stepped forward, but James growled automatically, tightening his grip on the pistol.

"Then why are you here?" James, standing in nothing but his nightshirt, had to admit that he couldn't quite pretend to himself that he was unhappy to see Sparrow.

Jack laughed then, a low, throaty sound that made the Commodore's stomach twist. "I thought you might want to... play the innocent, mate."

James felt his cheeks go crimson, but surely Jack Sparrow was not talking about what had instantly popped into the Commodore's mind. Sparrow could not know the thoughts that sometimes kept James up at night. He forced out another growl. "I suggest you leave."

"Ah," said Jack, raising a finger and stepping forward. "Is that really..." He lowered his voice, making it throaty and rough. "... really what you want?"

James shuddered, swallowing. He realized he was panting. "I-" He caught himself, nodding slowly. "I know my own mind, Mr Sparrow."

The pirate took another step forward, and he stepped into a beam of moonlight spilling in the window. For a moment, James was captivated. Jack was a good head shorter than he was, but with a far more slender, almost feminine frame. His head was cocked slightly, those deep, entrancing brown eyes fixed so intently on James. He squirmed a little under that gaze, but continued staring at the pirate. His hair, with all the trinkets and knots, was practically crying out for James to run his hands through it. He swallowed. This was just like all of those dreams and haunting, beautiful things he had imagined.

Then Jack took another step forward, and James snapped out of his trance, his stomach twisting again, though he noted it was not in an unpleasant way. Still, he stepped back, scared of being too close to the pirate. He waved the pistol and a little and found he was shaking. "Stay back," he commanded, in a voice that was far stronger than he felt. "I'll shoot you if you move another inch."

Jack actually laughed then, and it was another sound that cut right into James. "Mate, I think it's about time we abandoned the whole going-to-shoot-Jack thing. If you really wanted me dead, then you would have shot already."

"What makes you think that?" James asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Because, mate, you've let me get close enough..." And then Jack lifted his leg suddenly, colliding with the sweaty hand that was gripping the pistol. James lost his hold on it, and it fell to his bedroom floor with a loud clatter. Then, Jack rushed forward, pushing James back, whipping out a small dagger. James was helpless, pinned between his bedpost and Jack Sparrow, who was holding a dagger to his throat. Their bodies were pressed up close together. It made his heart race and his throat go dry. He had wanted to be here for so long, though obviously without the dagger. "... to do this, savvy?" Jack finished with a wicked little smile that made James look away, just in case it affected him.

He stared resolutely at the wall. "Why are you here?" he demanded again.

"Ah. You see, mate, I am the one with the dagger pressed against your neck, so you'll be answering my questions now," Jack said in a voice that was barely a whisper. James shuddered in spite of himself and out of the corner of his eye saw Jack grinned. "I want ter know, mate, why you sleep with a pistol so close by? Is it because you think pirates are goin' to come spilling into your bedroom off the street, or because you hope I'm going to swing by?"

"Hope?" James snarled, but he was surely scarlet now. How was it Jack Sparrow knew that he had, deep down, wanted a visit from the pirate in the twilight?

"Ah, the latter, then," Jack smiled.

James looked back to Jack, eyes burning. He felt angry and ashamed. "Did you come here only to taunt me?"

"No, though it is most tempting. I came to show you something, mate." At the raised eyebrow of the Commodore, Jack grinned again. "No, you can see that later." This simple statement made James go cold, then hot. His stomach felt as though it had risen to his throat then sank back down again. "I came to show you this." With his free hand, Jack reached into his shirt, and produced a small object.

In the darkness, it was hard to make out, but after a moment James said softly, "Your compass. The one that doesn't point north." He raised confused eyes to Jack's face. "Why do you want me to see it?"

Jack cradled it in his hand for a moment. "It.... You see, mate, this compass points to the deepest desire of your heart."

James sneered. "Oh, please."

Jack silenced him with a sudden thrust that brought their bodies even closer together. Excitement washed over James. "Listen, mate," Jack said, eyes dark. "Recently, my compass has been leading me to a very strange location."

James felt his heart leave his mouth, bounce off the opposite wall, then return. Surely, surely, Sparrow wasn't referring to- "Me?" he asked, before he could stop himself.

Jack opened it without reply, and it spun. Looking down, James could see it was indeed pointing at him. He had never known his heart beat so fast, his breath be so shallow and quick. Jack raised his eyes to James with a little smile. "You see, mate? Straight to you. I want you to do something for me..."

James was momentarily terrified at this statement, and moved to go back another step, then he remembered he was pressed up against the bedpost. What on earth was going to happen next?

The tiny tip of a pink tongue darted out of Jack's mouth to run over his lips. The sight made James melt a little. "Oh, that comes later, mate." James squirmed. "No, for now, Commodore, do me the honour of holding my compass. I want to know if it points to where I'm sure it will, to where I'm sure it has since the first time you held it..."

If the compass really did point to his heart's desire... James figured he wouldn't need to hold it to find out. He knew where it would point. That said, he didn't really want Jack to know the truth. Somehow, it would make him feel weaker and helpless if the pirate knew.

"I don't want to," James said.

A sudden jab reminded him that the dagger was still at his throat. Jack didn't say anything, but his expression was dark and threatening. Sighing, James took the compass in shaking hands and watched as it spun around. Not Jack Sparrow, he begged silently.

It pointed at Jack. Jack peered into it. "Just as I suspected," he grinned, taking it back.

Now what? Part of James wished Jack would just go away, leave him alone with his honour and self-respect still intact. Another part, mainly the part between his legs, hoped to God Jack was going to stay.

Jack kissed him. It was hard and forceful, and James gave into it without thinking. All had gone numb; there was only the pirate pressed up against him, the pirate with the hot mouth that tasted of rum, the pirate who he had yearned for for so long. Captain Jack Sparrow.

Sense came back about half a minute later, and James pushed Jack back a little, forgetting the dagger at his throat. An invisible line had been crossed, and now his only concern was his lust.

Jack looked back at him with wicked eyes. "What is it, Commodore?" he asked, in mock concern.

James knocked away the hand holding the dagger, and it fell to the floor. As it hit the polished wood with a loud clatter, James moved forward to kiss Jack again, but Jack dodged his lips and pushed him back against the bedpost, more forcefully this time.

"Oh, no, Commodore," he breathed. "I came here also to hear you admit it, and you aren't getting another thing out of me before you do." He winked. "Savvy?"

James swallowed. He wasn't really sure he could wait. He wondered if he could possibly get free, but Jack was surprisingly strong. "Wh-what is it you want me to admit?" he choked out.

"What you want," Jack said simply.

James blinked. It was one thing to want it, to act on it, but to say it out loud would completely merge the worlds of reality and fantasy. The edges were already blurring. He didn't reply, just tried to capture Jack's lips again, because he couldn't think what else to do. Jack moved again, chuckling softly, and suddenly one of his hands grasped the rapidly hardening bulge beneath the Commodore's thin white nightshirt. James moaned out before he could stop himself, but then Jack's hand was gone.

"And that, my dear James," whispered Jack into his ear, "was only a taste...."

James could not recall ever feeling like this before in his life, so desperate. Then again, his head certainly wasn't working properly. "Alright, alright, I want..." he panted out, finding himself hardly able to talk. "I want you..."

"Aye." Jack didn't say anything more, merely kissed him again, and James considered for a moment the feeling of his facial hair against his own clean-shaven face. Then need took over, and he had captured Jack's hand, pushing it back down, up beneath his nightshirt.

Jack's fingers found his length, but did not remain there for very long, much to his frustration. Their lips still working, Jack lifted James suddenly and pushed him to the bed. Tanned hands ripped open the nightshirt, and James realized he was now naked before Jack Sparrow, who was leaning over him, grinning.

Weather-worn lips touched the firm muscles of James' chest, causing another low moan to leave his mouth. His fingers found the pirate's hair and entangled themselves there, and he pushed Jack's head firmly, moving it down further. Jack laughed quietly. He was pressing soft, wet kisses to the Commodore's stomach, and it was driving him wild, making him shudder in anticipation. He was moaning, groaning, quite unable to gasp out words of pleading.

And then Jack finally, finally moved down, but he didn't touch James, looking up at him with sheer mischief in his eyes. James knew that Jack wanted something. He waited, breathing shallowly. This was torture.

Casually, Jack ran a finger down his length, making him moan out loud. The pirate chuckled.

"I am quite prepared to give you what you so obviously want from me," he grinned. "But... I want something from you first."

"An-anything..." James didn't know how he managed to choke this out, but he did know how desperate he was. He was intensely tempted to force Jack's head onto his length.

"Don't wear your wig tomorrow."

"What?" Through his tortured, aroused state, James was sure he'd heard wrongly.

"You heard, mate. I want you to wear that... lovely hair free tomorrow. Savvy?" James opened his mouth to answer, but gasped instead as Jack ran a tongue around his head.

"Savvy!" he choked out.

And then he cried out in ecstasy as Jack's mouth took his length. He sucked and licked and pumped it gently, slowly, each tiny movement making James moan and whimper in longing. He raised his hips, pushing further into Jack's hot mouth. And then he was hanging on the edge, his fingernails digging into the sheets, his mouth open but no sound coming out.

And then bliss came. He was screaming, shouting, shuddering and shaking in pleasure.

Then he fell back, sweat coating his skin. He saw Jack stand up and grin. "Enjoy that, then, mate?" James could only nod. "Well- remember what yer promised, savvy?" He moved to the window.

"Jack!" James cried out. "Will- will you come back sometime?"

Jack only grinned.

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