The Dark Side of Ambition

Andrew Gillette had decided that James Norrington’s bed was undoubtedly his favorite place in the whole wide world. Actually, wherever James happened to be at any given moment technically qualified as his favorite place, but there was nowhere he would rather be with James than in his bed, sprawled in a decadent tangle of rumpled linen and bare limbs. In a way, the bed reminded him of its owner. It was a strong and sturdy four-poster, carved from the finest mahogany the island had to offer. There was a rich gleam to the dark wood that evoked memories of burying his face in Jamie’s hair as they picnicked in the garden on a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon. Sure, there were a few scratches here and there, imperfections that marred the perfect finish, but James had his fair share of scars, too. The finely turned posts were tall, slender, and elaborately carved, spiraling up to the silk-lined tester above. They seemed to hold themselves high with the same understated elegance that James Norrington personified, whether he was standing straight-backed and proud on the Dauntless’s quarterdeck or lounging with a book on the tattered sofa in his beloved study. 

            It also didn’t hurt that the bed was big enough to comfortably hold three grown men, since James was always happy to accommodate his two favorite lieutenants for the evening. Though at the moment, it seemed to Andrew that he was the one doing all of the accommodating. Not that he would ever dream of complaining, of course. No, there was no place he would rather be than in the bed, sharing his birthday and his body with the two men he loved more than life itself.

The bed frame creaked as he spread his knees further apart, wantonly thrusting his arse higher in offering even as he lowered his mouth to Teddy Groves’ cock. A balmy sea breeze drifted through the open balcony doors; from the corner of his eye he could see the listless flutter of the midnight blue curtains that hung open from the tester above. Andrew shivered as the soft breeze tickled his bare skin, cooling the sweat that beaded his back and the excess oil that had dribbled down his quivering thighs. He couldn’t see James from his current position, but he could feel that fiery green gaze burning into his skin like a brand. If he closed his eyes he could easily imagine the wicked grin that must be plastered on Jamie’s handsome face as he slowly tortured Andrew with their new toy. The dildo had been a birthday gift, (from Teddy, of course); a simple but elegant thing, masterfully carved from dark green jade that exactly matched the color of the Commodore’s eyes. From the moment he had opened the box and saw the toy nestled snuggly in its velvet-lined home, it had been his intention to use it to turn James into a quivering, babbling wreck before the night was out. But James was the Commodore for a reason, and had somehow managed to use his superior tactical skills (also know as his superior ability to cheat), to turn the tables and commandeer Teddy’s present for his own nefarious purposes. 

It was a strange but thrilling sensation, feeling the new and foreign object slide inside of him. The jade had been cold at first, but it had quickly warmed with the heat of his body. He could feel every smoothly carved pattern along its hard, slender length, the raised bumps and ridges drawing shameless moans from his lips as James expertly maneuvered it to lightly graze his sweetest spot time and again. A smooth, simple ring, delicately carved from the same jade, trapped his cock and balls, keeping him impossibly hard and intensifying every bone-melting sensation that rolled through him. Drew had lost track of how long James and Teddy had been watching him, teasing him, taking turns pushing him to the brink of sweet release only to pull him back at the last possible moment. 

An indignant moan slipped past his bitten lips as the toy was gently removed and set aside, leaving him woefully empty and unsatisfied. Soon, tanned, calloused hands were tangling in his thick auburn hair, gently guiding his mouth along Teddy’s swollen length even as another pair of hands, larger but more refined, pulled his hips back and held him firmly in place as James finally slid into his body inch by excruciatingly slow inch. Andrew clenched hard around him, savoring the sweet ache as his lovers stretched and filled him. He thrust back against James, and the resulting sharp gasp from behind him made his lips stretch in a lewd grin around the head of Teddy’s prick. He stopped smiling, however, when James stopped moving.

“Easy, love,” James rumbled, low and sultry, as Andrew felt a large hand rubbing calming circles in the small of his back. Teddy’s grip on his hair also eased, allowing him a moment to catch his breath. Andrew hadn’t even realized how very fast he was breathing or how tense he was until the straining muscles in his shoulders and back finally started to unwind under the tender ministrations of his friends. He pillowed his head on Teddy’s thigh, letting his warm breath gust over hard, wet flesh as those fingers, so demanding only moments before, gently combed through his hair and rubbed the nape of his neck. Andrew closed his eyes for a moment, letting the play of Teddy’s fingers along his scalp soothe him into compliance. 

“That’s it Drew, slowly,” James panted, leaning forward to lap at a rivulet of sweat that trickled down the ridge of Andrew’s spine. As he gradually relaxed, James slowly eased further inside until he was pressed flush against his back, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he filled him completely. Andrew was pleased to hear the tightly controlled quality of Norrington’s sonorous tone. It was a proven fact; the more composed James sounded, the closer he was to losing control altogether. And the closer James was to losing control, the closer Andrew would be to finally getting what he wanted.  

“All right? If it’s too much, we’ll stop,” Teddy murmured, his concerned inquiry ending with a sharp gasp as Andrew bowed his head between his thighs and lavished his balls with attention. The back of Groves’ head hit the headboard with a dull thud as he slumped into the pillows propped behind him. The rough scrape of his tongue over the sensitive skin was almost too much, and he pulled Andrew back with another rough tug at his hair. His voice was hard and his eyes, already dark, burned like coals in the darkness as he forced Andrew to meet his hungry gaze. “Do you understand me? The last thing we want is to hurt you.”

“Not hurting me…never too much,” Gillette breathed in reply as the tip of Groves’ weeping cock nudged against his parted lips and smeared them, making them glisten obscenely in the moonlight. His tongue darted out for a taste, boldly daring Teddy with a shameless lick of his lips to shut up and take what he wanted. “And not enough,” he growled in conclusion, glancing back over his shoulder as he balled his fists into the wrinkled sheets and used the leverage to push back onto James. “Move, damn you!”

Seeing the look of unbridled desire in Jamie’s eyes was well worth the hard slap on the arse that his disrespectful tone had earned him. Andrew groaned and nuzzled Teddy’s cock with his cheek, reveling in the red hot sting as James’s hand landed again. The Commodore’s fingers were slippery with oil and sweat, which had caused his iron grip on Andrew to momentarily falter.   Control was soon reestablished however, and the bruising bite of fingertips in the hollow of his hips served as a reminder of who was still in charge.  James slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside his tight passage. Andrew’s pitiful whine at the loss was silenced when Teddy finally took up his challenge; he tightened his grip on a handful of thick, red hair and pushed past pliant lips into wet, welcoming heat. 

“Greedy little slut, isn’t he?” Teddy chuckled breathlessly as Andrew eagerly sucked him, raising an eyebrow at James as he bucked into the delicious warmth of that tantalizing mouth. 

Andrew glared up at his fellow lieutenant and let Teddy slide from between his lips as he briefly came up for air. “I’m not greedy,” he huffed, the tip of his pink tongue poking out to dip into the weeping slit. “I just know what I want,” he purred, his grin entirely too smug.

“And exactly how to get it,” James dryly observed, his breath hitching as he slammed back into Andrew with a single, powerful thrust, rocking him forward so forcefully that he nearly choked on Teddy’s length. His eyes watered and he sputtered as the head hit the back of his throat with unexpected force. Both of his lovers immediately sensed his distress and Teddy paused until he could once again catch his breath. James continued to tease him with alternating thrusts that had no discernable rhythm, sharp then shallow, the agonizing pace designed to put him off-balance and drive him slowly insane.

“You know,” Teddy said, addressing James in a tone surprisingly casual for a man in his current position, with Andrew’s ginger head bobbing like a cork between his thighs, “It’s rather amusing that it was the accusation of greediness that he objected to.”

“Well he can’t exactly refute the ‘slut’ allegation in his current position, now can he?” The snap of Norrington’s hips came to a sudden stop, and he gave Andrew’s bottom another punishing slap when he attempted to grind against him. “I told you to hold still, Lieutenant!” he snarled in his best quarter-deck bark, quirking his brows playfully at Teddy behind Andrew’s back as pulled out completely.  Gillette’s howl of frustration was muffled as Groves got a tighter grip on his hair and thrust deep into his throat.

 Andrew relaxed his throat and bucked his hips mutinously, fully aware of his active disobedience and secretly craving the punishment he knew he was about to receive. He shivered in anticipation at the low, evil chuckle that sounded behind him.  James took a moment to admire his view of Andrew’s body as he smoothed a hand over the tender, pink flesh of his arse. There was a long moment of silence as all three of them held their collective breaths, waiting for the loud smack that finally sounded when Jamie’s hand finally fell, spanking him repeatedly for his blatant insubordination.  His yelps quickly melted into deep, pleading moans of pleasure, and he finally had to pull away from Teddy or risk choking on his own impassioned groans. Drew’s neglected prick throbbed painfully with every heavy stroke of Jamie’s hand, and he thought he might die if someone didn’t touch him soon. He hid his burning face against Teddy’s flat stomach and felt loving hands stroking his hair and rubbing his trembling shoulders as the blows continued to rain down on his abused backside. Pleasure and pain twisted together until the two feelings were inseparable. Finally the last blow fell, and the sudden rush of cool night air on his burning skin made him shiver uncontrollably. 

Soft, apologetic lips immediately replaced the punishing hand as James bent to kiss the soft curve of his bottom. Heat radiated from the reddened flesh and burned his lips. “Shhh, easy. We’ve got you. All right, love?” he asked as he rubbed his bowed back, growing somewhat worried by the lack of response and the intense tremor that shook Andrew’s body when he touched him. Andrew had said he wanted this, and had sworn to tell them the moment he wanted them stop, but now, seeing his lover in such a state, James wasn’t so sure he wanted to continue it himself. James shared a look of concern with Teddy as Andrew’s trembling finally began to subside, his head again pillowed on Groves’ thigh. His breath puffed warm against Teddy’s skin, the harsh, broken sounds slowly giving way to deeper, calmer ones. Jamie’s brows pinched together to communicate his worry and rapidly escalating guilt, but Teddy just gave him a reassuring nod. He waved James off when he looked likely to crawl up the bed to join them, silently motioning for him to stay put and give them a moment.

Teddy waited for a minute before repeating Jamie’s question. “All right, Drew? Do we need to stop?” he asked gently, stroking damp strands of hair away from his forehead.

Andrew’s eyes immediately narrowed into slits of fury as he slowly raised his head. “No, I am most certainly not fucking alright!” he growled. “If you don’t stop fucking around bugger me through this mattress right this goddamned minute, I’m going to tie you both to the bed, take what I want, and leave you lying here naked for Ben to find in the morning! Do I make myself clear?”

Jamie looked taken aback by the wild-eyed fury of Andrew’s belligerent rant, and Teddy had to fight hard not to laugh. Apparently, the Commodore still had a few things left to learn about his lover. He gave James a look that clearly said, ‘See, I told you he wouldn’t break.’ James chuckled silently and shook his tousled head, silently admitting that perhaps he had underestimated Andrew after all.

“Well, I guess that answers my first question,” Teddy quipped as he readjusted himself comfortably against the headboard and James once again took up his position behind Andrew. Andrew immediately lowered his head, obediently picking up right where he had left off. They shared a devious smile when James roughly pulled Andrew back against him and rubbed his length against the tender, aching curve of his behind. Andrew gave a sharp hiss as he fought every instinct in his body that screamed for him to move. 

“My next question,” Teddy continued smoothly, “Was if you were going to be a good boy and behave…but I’m thinking that would be a no.  Maybe it’s time that Mr. Gillette learned that he can’t always get what he wants,” Teddy suggested as James sunk into Andrew once again. He let his eyes travel over Jamie’s face, the sweat dripping down his neck and the frown of concentration that creased his brow as he attempted to restrain himself from just letting go and pounding Drew into the mattress as requested. Andrew rocked forward slightly with every teasing thrust and Teddy slackened his own grip, allowing Jamie’s slow thrusts to set Drew’s pace. “We’ve spoiled him rotten, letting him have what he wants, when he wants it.”

“True,” Jamie breathed heavily, watching with rapt attention as Andrew’s ginger head bobbed up and down in Teddy’s lap. “Except that our wants happen to coincide. And it is his birthday. Who are we to deny him what he asked for?”

Andrew moaned in agreement with that reasoning, and the vibration sent shocks of pleasure racing through Teddy’s body. He could feel his balls tightening as Drew rolled them between his broad, calloused fingers. But he wasn’t ready yet, so he stilled Andrew’s wrist with a firm hand. He pinned both of those wandering hands to the bed and gave him a stern look. “I told you, no hands. Honestly, you’ve served in His Majesty’s Navy for how long?” He clucked his tongue in reprimand. “You really should be better at following rules by now, Lieutenant.”

Teddy’s cock slid from Drew’s mouth with a wet pop as he looked up with blazing eyes. “My birthday, I give the orders!” Andrew rasped, his tone entitled and his gaze defiant. “And I will get what I need, one way or another. So don’t you dare stop now, Theodore.”

Andrew lowered his mouth again, but Teddy grasped his chin and forced him back up. He darted a glance over Andrew’s shoulder at James and silently communicated his intentions. James got the message and withdrew immediately from his lover’s body, again leaving Andrew empty and trembling on his knees between Teddy’s outstretched legs, whimpering piteously.

“And what would you do if we did stop?” Teddy asked curiously, his head cocked to the side as he traced his thumb over Andrew’s red, swollen lips. “What if we tie you to this bed and leave you to watch as I bend Jamie over that windowsill and fuck him senseless instead?”

“You wouldn’t,” Andrew hissed hoarsely, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees.

“Oh, I really think he would,” James countered innocently, pressing Andrew back down with a palm between his straining shoulder blades. His sharp teeth nipped playfully at Andrew’s abused arse, worrying at his favorite freckle until he had left a splendid mark on the smooth, rounded curve. He laughed, and the tease of hot breath over his slick opening made Andrew writhe beneath him with a keening whine. James swallowed hard as he watched firm muscles tense in anticipation. “Maybe Teddy’s right. You didn’t mind being tied up this morning. And I always enjoy a captive audience.”

Andrew’s eyes darted wildly between his lovers. They wouldn’t...would they? He glanced over his shoulder and groaned at the pretty sight Jamie presented where he knelt on the bed behind him, his length glistening with oil and standing proudly at attention. He felt strangely bereft without Jamie inside of him, without Teddy’s touch to guide him. There was a volatile spark of passion between James and Teddy that could easily flare into a raging wildfire at any given moment. They could very well follow through on their threat – and no doubt they would both enjoy it immensely. Andrew found that he wasn’t willing to take the risk of fanning those flames. Not tonight, at least. As much as he would enjoy watching the scene Teddy had described play out before him, he wanted all of their fiery intensity focused back where it rightfully belonged.

He choked on a sob when James reached down to lightly tug at the cock ring, and his knees threatened to give out as a sharp stab of pleasure lanced through his groin. Whatever remaining pretense he had of defiant pride crumbled and fell away as he begged for James to touch him again. Andrew’s cheeks burned bright with shame as he imagined what a picture of wanton depravity he must make at the moment, on his knees with his reddened arse high in the air, begging for it like a whore. But the indignity of his helpless position and the knowledge that he was at their mercy only served to arouse him further. He wanted this, wanted to give himself over and allow them to possess him completely.

“Please,” he begged, his own tragically neglected cock aching to be touched as he lowered his head to Teddy’s lap in supplication. His throat was raw from use and his voice was so thick with desperation that he barely recognized his own pleas. He pressed his nose into the thatch of dark curls at the base of Teddy’s prick and breathed deep the pungent scent of his arousal. Drew looked up at Teddy with dark, pleading eyes, seeking permission for another taste.  He reached back, blindly scrabbling for Jamie, seeking out his warmth and his calm, grounding strength. “Please touch me. I want – I need you both, so much. Please, please fuck me. Anything you want, just don’t go...don’t leave me like this.”

Suddenly the mood seemed to shift; the light playfulness of before dissipated in the cool night air to be replaced by a deep and desperate yearning. Long fingers captured his and gave them a reassuring squeeze before pressing his hand back into the soft feather mattress. The hand continued to cover his own as James molded himself to Andrew’s back, his hard length sliding along the cleft of his arse. Reverent kisses peppered his broad, freckled shoulders, and a warm, wet tongue apologetically soothed the livid bite mark that had been left earlier. Equally gentle hands smoothed his tangled hair away from his eyes and caressed his flushed cheeks as Teddy gently cupped Andrew’s jaw and coaxed him into a slow, tender kiss. He swiped his tongue over Teddy’s soft lips; they were stained a lecherous shade of red and still tasted sweetly of the wine he had drunk with his dinner.

“See? All you had to do was ask nicely,” Teddy murmured, his lips curving against Andrew’s in a sweet smile. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“We won’t leave you,” James promised, flicking the shell of Andrew’s ear with his tongue. His breath was hot compared to the cool breeze that had chilled his skin only moments before. “We’re not going anywhere – not without you.” 

Teddy swallowed Andrew’s exultant sigh as James slipped home inside him, back where he belonged. While Teddy’s gift had no doubt been a pleasurable diversion, it was no substitute for this, for warm flesh throbbing deep inside of him, tightly sheathed to the hilt. James only paused long enough to catch his breath before he started to move, slow and deep, all thoughts of teasing now forgotten. Andrew thought he might cry in relief when Jamie’s grip relaxed, allowing him to rock back against him until together they finally found the perfect rhythm. He broke away from Teddy’s sweet lips with a groan and trailed kisses down his body, following the dark trail of hair until he was back to where he had originally started. 

Loving hands tenderly cradled the back of his head, stroking his hair as he licked Teddy’s cock from root to tip, tracing the thick, pulsing vein underneath with his tongue. The resulting tremble that surged through Groves’ wiry frame broke his resolve to keep his hands to himself, and he laced his free hand – the one not currently being crushed in a white-knuckled grip by James – with one of Teddy’s. 

Teddy squeezed it tight as Andrew suckled him, his lips stretching as he swallowed him inch by inch. His eyes, which hadn’t once left Jamie and Drew all evening, fluttered closed as his head fell back against the pillows. Every moan James pulled from Andrew’s body reverberated through him, shattering what was left of his fragile control. His hips started bucking off the bed again, but this time they were all ready, moving in perfect synchronization toward a common goal.   Andrew rocked back and forth, letting them pull and push him at their whim, giving himself up entirely to the intensity of their passion. He let go of his last shred of restraint, content to drift in the depth of their desire even at the risk of drowning.

The woven ropes that supported the mattress groaned beneath them from the strain; undoubtedly, someone would have to tighten the cords tomorrow but at the moment it was just another sound, lost amidst the chorus of breathy sighs and harsh moans that hung heavy in the air. The slap of damp skin punctuated the obscene sucking sounds Andrew made as he swallowed Teddy whole. It was the final push that Groves needed, and soon the bitter, salty tang of Teddy’s seed was spilling over Andrew’s tongue. Hands clutched at him convulsively, twisting in his hair and biting at his shoulders as Teddy came with a loud grunt, eyes shut tight as an intense bolt of pleasure shocked his body. James reached out and the backs of his fingers gently caressed Teddy’s cheek until his dazed eyes finally drifted open.  He gave James a sated grin and then looked down in wonder at Drew, who was still persistently lapping at his softened length. When the continued stimulation proved to be too much, Teddy gently tilted Andrew’s chin and wiped away an escaped drop of fluid that lingered at the corner of his mouth. He used his thumb to smear it over Andrew’s alluringly parted lips, and bit back sharp gasp when Drew sucked the digit into his mouth and proceeded to lick it clean.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, cupping his friend’s face between his shaky hands.  Andrew nuzzled into the touch and kissed each of his palms in turn. He shuffled down deeper into the pillows so that he could hold his friend; the change in position allowed Andrew to rest his head on Teddy’s stomach with a grateful sigh. Andrew’s eyes were glazed and feral as he moved with James, both of them driven by mindless, desperate need. Teddy saw a matching look when he met Jamie’s piercing green stare. Tendrils of dark hair clung to the Commodore’s neck and sweat pooled in the hollow of his throat. The steady, punishing pace James had set was starting to falter as they raced each other to their finish. Teddy watched in awed contentment, completely entranced by the open display of raw passion. Then from the corner of his eye a faint glimmer caught his attention.

“Drew, open your eyes,” he coaxed, turning Andrew’s head to the left. “Look there,” Teddy whispered as he pointed at the wall opposite the windows. 

When he finally complied, the sight that met Andrew’s eyes stole what was left of his breath. There was his beautiful Jamie, reflected in the mirror that hung over the dressing table. He was bathed in moonlight, his eyes closed and his lips parted, with his tousled head thrown back in bliss. He moved with wild abandon, his back arched and the muscles in his thighs and arse clenching in effort with each deep, demanding stroke. And there he was too, looking even more debauched than he had previously imagined. His vivid red hair spilled across Teddy’s pale stomach, every muscle in his prostrate frame taut and straining beneath flushed, sweaty skin. Andrew had witnessed both James and Teddy in the throes of passion, but never before had he seen himself like this, as they did. It was surreal and strangely beautiful to be able to see and feel himself coming completely undone.