Drabble. Jack/Haufens.
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order_of_chaosTitle: Balls, Books and Buggery.
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Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Dipplhaufen/Farplhaufen/Borplhaufen/Book/Balls. Could be construed as a crossover between PotC and LotR, but maybe not.
Rating: R? NC-17?
drbillbongo's fault. Really.
Warning: CRACK-porn. Danger. If sane, do not read. Even if non-sane, do not drink and read.
More Warnings: Slash, incest, outcest, ghostcest.
Jack smiles, bright-glittering as he leans over Farplhaufen's shoulder, ignoring the plaintive grumble of someone who really, really wants to finish the chapter before doing anything else. Even... Oh god, yes... I mean no, stop it...
Even that.
Skilled hands wind into Jack's hair, touching the ball-shaped beads he put there for the occasion, Dipplhaufen's breath warm against his neck.
Borpl drifts through the three of them, and pulls a face. He's almost got the hang of how to possess his brother's book, and is impatient to feel Farpl's hands as they stoke his spine and caress his pages with such devotion.
The ghost is just solid enough to make Jack gasp and wriggle against Farpl's back, drawing a whimper of frustration as the younger man loses his place yet again. He's close to not minding that now, which is a bloody miracle. He clutches his book and moans louder as his brother moves through him, inside him - Jack's weight heavy on him as Dippl works his way between them to suck on Jack's other set of balls. Jack, being Jack, grins smugly, nibbling a pattern of sharp sensation into Farpl's neck. That's it, treasure. Farpl comes, setting off a chain reaction. Borpl moves inside him like smoke, breaking apart and reforming in the thoes of spectral orgasm. He falls back into Jack, wisps of hot-cold-horizon and the pirate's balls pulse as he surrenders to the inevitable. Dippl sucks them avidly and groans, coming hard through the ghostly flesh of his eldest son.
Later - much later - Jack works his way out of the sated tangle on the floor of the great hall, and smirks. He tugs the book gently away from the youngest sleeping Haufen, and heads for the door. Just so you'll follow, savvy? He rather thinks they will.
Behind him, Farpl snuggles closer to his father, missing his book, and Borpl - being comparitively awake as a side effect of being dead, watches the pirate leave and laughs softly. Until we meet again, then.
Author:
order_of_chaosPairing: Jack Sparrow/Dipplhaufen/Farplhaufen/Borplhaufen/Book/Balls. Could be construed as a crossover between PotC and LotR, but maybe not.
Rating: R? NC-17?
drbillbongo's fault. Really. Warning: CRACK-porn. Danger. If sane, do not read. Even if non-sane, do not drink and read.
More Warnings: Slash, incest, outcest, ghostcest.
Jack smiles, bright-glittering as he leans over Farplhaufen's shoulder, ignoring the plaintive grumble of someone who really, really wants to finish the chapter before doing anything else. Even... Oh god, yes... I mean no, stop it...
Even that.
Skilled hands wind into Jack's hair, touching the ball-shaped beads he put there for the occasion, Dipplhaufen's breath warm against his neck.
Borpl drifts through the three of them, and pulls a face. He's almost got the hang of how to possess his brother's book, and is impatient to feel Farpl's hands as they stoke his spine and caress his pages with such devotion.
The ghost is just solid enough to make Jack gasp and wriggle against Farpl's back, drawing a whimper of frustration as the younger man loses his place yet again. He's close to not minding that now, which is a bloody miracle. He clutches his book and moans louder as his brother moves through him, inside him - Jack's weight heavy on him as Dippl works his way between them to suck on Jack's other set of balls. Jack, being Jack, grins smugly, nibbling a pattern of sharp sensation into Farpl's neck. That's it, treasure. Farpl comes, setting off a chain reaction. Borpl moves inside him like smoke, breaking apart and reforming in the thoes of spectral orgasm. He falls back into Jack, wisps of hot-cold-horizon and the pirate's balls pulse as he surrenders to the inevitable. Dippl sucks them avidly and groans, coming hard through the ghostly flesh of his eldest son.
Later - much later - Jack works his way out of the sated tangle on the floor of the great hall, and smirks. He tugs the book gently away from the youngest sleeping Haufen, and heads for the door. Just so you'll follow, savvy? He rather thinks they will.
Behind him, Farpl snuggles closer to his father, missing his book, and Borpl - being comparitively awake as a side effect of being dead, watches the pirate leave and laughs softly. Until we meet again, then.
