Confused

[fairielore]

Title: Confused
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Cutler Beckett
Pairings: Beckett/Jack
Rating: PG-16
Prompt: Delusional
Warnings: Oral sex,
Word Count: 412
Summary: A drink that keeps a certain pirate grounded also produces delirious hallucinations.

 

Confused

The hot, humid nights of the Caribbean are my domain but that never stopped you before. How you managed to locate my ship out of all the look-alikes and slip on board without being seen escapes me. But I can never scold my crew on not catching you. There’s no feasible explanation to give, lest I give them the impression I have a paranoia of a phantom running amok. You slip into my room and more often then not I’m downing a bottle of rum. Rum, my elixir of life, the sustenance of my pride. It’s the only peace of mind for when you do the things you do to me, the only way I can drown out the conscience that tells me I should stay far away from you. But I don’t have the strength nor the will to stop you when your icy fingers trace the lines of my scars. You never ask where they came from. Do you not care or do not wish to know, if perhaps they might have been inflicted by one of your men? But I never divulge any information I am not asked. And you never ask anything. I get down on my knees as if I’m begging for salvation, and the image is not lost on you, from what I can tell of the smirk that dances across your face. There’s silence all the while, but I try my best to break it – I use the tools at my disposal to break down your wall, but the more I try the more distant you seem, as if your mind is off scribbling away at the response to an invitation. You do not even let a single sound escape your lips, but a choke escapes mine. Then, I’m not sure whether the burning down my throat is your sweet release or the alcohol. You swiftly retract of your own accord and then there is an echo of metal through the room. You drop a single Piece of Eight at my feet, as you always do and part without a word, without even a glance, making me feel like an undisciplined whore. Only fourteen years later when I hear the metallic sound in the night do I scold my crew for the lax standards on the ship. I receive the same look I expected I would back then. The same look I’m sure I would receive if I had ever dared ask you to spend the night.

Comments

[fairielore.livejournal.com]

I just realized I gave Cutler super sensory and major stealth skills. xD;

Still, I don't feel quite satisfied with this piece so any constructive criticism would be wonderful! :]

[sunsetdawn20.livejournal.com]

Oh this is awesome. I do like it a lot. It's exciting to see Beckett as such a super sneaky guy. :P The Piece of Eight is so harsh, I like it a lot, I can see Beckett do that just to hurt Jack.

I get down on my knees as if I’m begging for salvation, and the image is not lost on you, from what I can tell of the smirk that dances across your face. Brilliant line!

[fairielore.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the more I think about it, out of the two of them, Cutler is the sneakier one. xD I mean, Jack very clearly makes his presence known, it seems. The Piece of Eight part was actually the last couple lines I wrote, finding that it fit so much for him to do something like that.

[ariei-delmonte.livejournal.com]

My very favorite pairing. :) I love that you made Cutler all sneaky! I love the way you wrote this! ^_^

[fairielore.livejournal.com]

I took a first person POV and ran with it. xD I still find something off, but it was definitely good practice. :]

Thank you very much for the compliments! <3