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Donum Prae Dulcis (Gift Exceedingly Sweet)	By : isobel1013 Category: A through F > Aubrey/Maturin Series Views: 2283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Donum Prae Dulcis (Gift, Exceedingly Sweet)

by Isobel
This is a work of fictiosed sed on Patrick O'Brian's Jack Aubrey series and the film "Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World." There is no intent to infringe on copyright or profit in any way from the original work. The story is strictly for entertainment purposes as a work of NC-17 fan-fiction.
Author's note: This story takes place after Master and Commander and before Post Captain in the Aubriad.

"No, Jack, will you listen now? Staccato, not legato. Quick, quick!" Stephen insisted, dropping his bow.
"Is that so?" Jack chirped and pulled the violin from under his chin. He leaned forward in his chair and squinted at the sheets of music on the stand before him in the firelight.
am sam surprised you can see the notes at all, brother, what with those three bottles of port you've so greedily downed."
"You've had two yourself," Jack reminded the doctor with a smile and a pointing finger, his face red with mirth and drink.
"Yes, but I can hold my wine, my dear."
"Bah!" Jack exclaimed, and his great laugh filled the room. He tipped up the bottle to let the last of the sedimslidslide into his glass. "We need another bottle. Where is Mercy? For God's sake, Stephen, ring the bell."
He carried out the Captain's order and soon a quiet knock came at the door.
"Come!" Jack boomed.
Mercedes peered around the door with a sweet smile, and a new bottle in her hand. "Capitan? Turn down your bed? Ah! Esteban, perdon. I come back."
"No, no! Nonsense, sweetheart, come here. Come to Jack!"
Jack set his violin and bow on the table as his lovely chambermaid giggled and bounced to his side, the music and even the wine forgotten. She shrieked as he pulled her off her feet into his lap, then growled and nuzzled his face into her neck, down to her bosom, kissing the exposed flesh spilling from her corset.
Stephen sighed as he watched their display of affection, and felt more than a moment's envy pass through him. It seemed their evening was at an end - for him at least - and it was hard to disguise the dark cloud of disappointment that had suddenly descended upon his usually impassive exterior. What he would not do for the kind of attention that women seemed to throw at his particular friend wherever they went.
Jack looked up through his yellow hair to the grimace that Stephen was trying so desperately to hide. With a sly smile playing upon his lips, he wove his fingers in Mercy's dark curls and pulled her ear to his lips. She tittered as his whispers tickled her.
Stephen watched the gesture out of the corner of his modestly turned eye, and the touch seemed at once so innocent, so familiar, but conveyed the promise of such debauchery that he instantly felt the warmth of lust bloom in his groin. He was summarily shocked when Mercy's gaze turned sharply and directly towards him, capturing his attention with her soft dark eyes, before she giggled and nodded back to her Captain. Stephen knew conspiring when he saw it.
"Go on, then sweetheart," Jack encouraged, and kissed her ear.
Before Maturin could move or protest, Mercedes was planted firmly in his lap, nibbling his ear, and pulling his surprised face down into her bosom.
"Oh, my dear girl!" he sputtered, and tried to stand, but he was pinned to the spot by the weight of her supple plumpness, a good ten stone.
Jack roared with laughter as Mercy giggled.
"What is it Stephen?" he chuckled. "Has it been so long?"
"Pretty Doctor," she sighed, trailing kisses across his forehead and to his ear. "Smart, kind, brave Doctor. Sews my Captain back together."
"Yes, your Captain," Stephen protested, catching her wandering hand in his. "Return to the arms of your Captain, if you please, Mercy."
"Esteban, el Capitan send his compliments to the Doctor, and would you like to come to bed?"
Stephen turned his wide eyes to Aubrey, who laughed merrily at his friend's distress, and pulled the cork from the new bottle.
"Jack, for all love, I - "
He was cut off when Mercedes covered his mouth with a gently invasive kiss. Her coo rocked through his head and vibrated down his spine directly to his groin. Stephen caught his breath in his throat as she slipped her kitten tongue between his gasping lips, and soon found himself groaning with a long-repressed desire. His meager breeches suddenly became much too tight as his rebellious cock twitched and swelled against her weight. Stephen shuddered when he felt her fingers slip through the front of his shirt to find his tingling nipple, the flesh puckering under her light touch. All his words abandoned him.
"This way, Captain, yes?" Mercy mewled, looking back to Jack with a sideways smile.
"Yes, that's just the thing," Jack grinned widely and poured their glasses full, watching Stephen's iron will slip away as he sunk submissively into the chair. "You know the medicine the good Doctor needs, sweetheart. Captain's orders now."
"Jack, I must protest - "
"Stephen, you think entirely too much," Jack interrupted.
"And you not nearly enough, at times," Stephen countered. "This is exactly the kind of thing that comes between brothers; just the thing."
Jack sighed and leaned forward in his chair, handing Stephen the filled glass. When he looked up to him again, his face was wistful, though the gentle smile never left his lips. Mercy watched the exchange intently.
"Our days in this world are far too short, Stephen. I'm sure brave Dillon would quite agree. Now hush and enjoy yourself. Don't let the girl be disappointed. See how much she likes you? Mercy, you've always had an eye for Esteban, haven't you?"
"Yes, Captain," she cooed with an arched brow. "Pretty Esteban."
Stephen moved to protest again, but the fight went out of him, more due to Jack's affectionate eyes than the wriggling mass of Mercy in his lap. She hushed him and held his gaze as she pulled at the laces of her bodice, releasing her heavy breasts from their straining prison of fabric.
"Sweet Doctor, obey Captain," she insisted with a cat's grin and pulled his face close again, this time feeling much less resistance in his body as he relaxed.
She sighed as she drew his hand up, feeling him grasp her breast timidly, and watched his eyes shoot to Jack for permission and reassurance. Her Captain nodded - her brave, strong, pretty Captain - for whom she would do anything. He nodded, sipped his wine, leaned back in his chair, and smiled with approval as Stephen first nuzzled her ample bosom tentatively, demurely, then after a string of whispers between them in Catalan, clamped his mouth eagerly to her supple throat and suckled with the enthusiasm of lost inhibitions. Mercedes dropped her head back and moaned with the pleasure of his kiss.
Stephen's mind reeled. Mercedes: how many nights had he spent on the other side of the wall in his room listening to Jack's plaintive groans as she pleasured him with her insistent mouth and supple flesh? As many nights as he lay in his cold bed alone, his body stirring against his mind's rational objections, his heart and flesh wishing for similar attention. Her soft whimper in his ear woke him from his reverie, as her hand stroked his now aching manhood through his breeches. For once in his life, he felt himself quite speechless, his tongue undone by the generosity of his most particular friend.
"Sweet Doctor," she tittered and mewled. "Yes, Captain?"
"Yes, Mercy," Jack smiled with eyes that had been unfocused with wine, but now were dilated with desire. "Why don't you adjourn to the bed now so the good Doctor can relax and enjoy himself. I will come and watch if you don't mind."
"Of course," Stephen couldn't help but smile wryly. It seemed like the most natural suggestion from Jack, and he couldn't deny the nervous excitement in his belly at the thought of it.
Mercedes stood and made a show of unbuttoning her skirts for both men, stepping out of them as they fell to the carpeted floor, then shrugged her bodice off her shoulders. Stephen understood at once why Jack adored her so. She was plump in all the right places, a tiny waist, flaring hips: curvaceous, voluptuous, an exquisite example of the lusty feminine. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to be completely engulfed in her supple flesh. Stephen watched her turn in the firelight to Jack and lean to receive his kiss, deep and urgent. Jack gave her backside a playful squeeze, and made her shriek.
When she turned back to Stephen, her attention again all for him, Jack watched her hold his friend's pale eyes and lead him by the hand to the bed, his walk a little wavering with drink. Stephen gulped his wine nervously and left the glass on the bedside table, then let her push him down to the edge of the mattress and divest him of his coat and shirt. Jack watched the smile play on her lips and her hooded eyes as she knelt between Stephen's legs to remove his shoes and stockings. She is so very good at that, he thought, so tender and nurturing, and then so welcoming and…enthusiastic. Almost as tender as Stephen himself, he mused, with his gentle eyes and hands, so comforting when he was in the greatest need, bloodied and torn. His heart swelled to see him ministered to so lovingly, and he knew that the gentle Doctor would please Mercy well.
Jack pulled his chair up to the end of the bed and leaned back luxuriously, sipping his wine, hinghing the way Mercy's hair fell over her caramel shoulders, down her back to her voluptuous rear, how her dainty fingers played upon the buttons of Stephen's breeches. He could almost feel her at his own trousers. His breath quickened, and Jack toed off his black boots and stripped his white shirt over his head.
"My dear Jack, never in life would I have dared to imagine…"
"That is why it is such a sweet gift, brother," Jack smiled, and raised his glass to him. "A gift for her as well. Think nothing of it."
"Sweet Esteban," Mercedes sighed and closed Stephen's mouth with her kiss, leaning him back into the feather bed.
Stephen was at once overwhelmed and elated by the softness of Mercy's ample flesh overlaying his slight body. Her smell, like kitchen herbs and desire, her taste, the sweetest cream; she enveloped his senses and drowned him. Her tongue darted into his mouth playfully as her hand explored down his belly and tugged at his breeches. He raised his narrow hips just enough to let her slip his remaining clothing off and gasped when he felt her tiny hand finally encircle his raging phallus. As she tugged and caressed him, Stephen observed the tingling of every nerve ending in his body in a detached sort of way.
The pulse is elevated, the respiration quickens, and the complexion flushes as blood is rushed to the surface of the epidermis and the nether regions in preparation for intercourse. The pupils dilate and the lips and genitals swell with excited tumescence…
"Stephen," came Jack's deep voice suddenly, almost a purr. "Where have you gone off to? Mercy, you must hold his attention, sweetheart, or he will drift away in his racing thoughts and miss it all."
Mercedes giggled and nodded back to Jack, then took Stephen's face in her hands and looked hard into his eyes. "Doctor, here," she insisted, then cuddled his hard cock in her palm, "and here."
"Of course, my dear," he breathed, and could not hold back a whimper. "Forgive me."
Kneeling over him, Mercedes raked a trail of slow kisses down Stephen's thin but muscular body, so different from her Captain, but still so handsome, so refined. She let her lips and tongue play on his hard nipples, then down the slight hair of his belly to the burning need between his legs. Looking back to Jack, she smiled as she watched her Captain smooth his hand over the crotch of his breeches, caressing his own rising hardness, then turned back to the Doctor with renewed enthusiasm knowing she would be pleasuring both men.
"That's it, Mercy. Take him…don't be shy."
Holding Stephen's rigid phallus by the root, she circled the engorged head with her tongue, and then lapped the sensitive place beneath the tip until it streamed with sweet fluid. She tantalized him endlessly it seemed, lapping up and down his shaft, giggling and cooing as she teased him. Stephen groaned and swallowed, and did not know where to rest his gaze; on Mercedes' red mouth or Jack's blue eyes, watching them so intently, his breath fast and deep. When Mercy took him suddenly into her throat, the decision was made for him and his eyes snapped shut involuntarily, plunging him into warm darkness. He had never felt a more divinely primal sensation than her mouth devouring him. He laced his fingers through her dark curls and let his hips rock up to meet her as she caressed between his legs, finding the perfect place behind his testicles and stroking him until he groaned unabashedly.
"That is quite the thing, ain't it brother?" Jack's voice, hoarse with excitement, found Stephen's hazy mind.
Mercedes turned from Stephen back to Jack and moaned with longing when she saw him with his breeches open, holding his bold erection, stroking languidly. She mimicked his caress on Stephen - the gesture was not lost on him, and excited him more than he cared to admit - then shifted her weight on the bed and raised herself up on her knees, proffering her backside to Jack.
"Captain, please," she mewled to him, then returned her attentions to Stephen, lapping his member with renewed enthusiasm, making a show of her ministrations for Jack.
Stephen shuddered as Mercedes moaned again, the vibration of her voice sending an electric thrill of pleasure through him, then felt the bed shift. He opened his eyes to see Jack, his remaining clothing cast away, his tanned scar-laced skin glowing gold in the firelight, as he moved to kneel behind her, his hand buried between her legs. Stephen tensed, but Jack, his eyes full of that boundless affection, made a reassuring sound deep in his throat and washed his trepidation away. Stephen let his head fall back and groaned again, his need building to an almost unbearable height.
Mercy suckled eagerly, sliding his generous cock between her luscious lips, and writhed against Jack's hand as he pleasured her. Stephen felt her body coil, eager to receive her lover, her lips tight around the base of his shaft. He wound his fingers in her hair, barely able to breathe for his excitement.
"Mercy, please," Stephen heard himself beg.
Jack gathered his cock into his handund und her aching center, and took her with a single deep stroke. Mercedes moaned, Jack hissed his breath, and Stephen gasped and cried out, convulsing violently as he climaxed, his seed spurting deep into Mercy's throHis His hips bucked against her, but she clung to him tightly, milking his climax with her lips and tongue, moaning for him, drinking deeply
"Good girl," Jack groaned, shuddering, savoring her velvet heat, and leaned forward to kiss and nip the back of her neck. "Beautiful…isn't she beautiful?"
Mercy collapsed onto Stephen's belly as he writhed beneath her, gasping for breath, and unable to answer with more than a nod. When he could focus his eyes again, he looked up to see Jack's face, a grimace of passionate labor; eyes closed, mouth open, yellow hair tossed forward as he found his rhythm and drove into Mercedes in earnest.
She gasped and moaned as Jack battered her, the force of his thrusts pushing her up Stephen's belly to his chest, until he caught her in his arms and held her fast. She sought his kiss between moans, and her belly rubbed against his still sensitive cock with every stroke Jack took into her. The rhythmic caress wasitiniting him again, and he slid easily on his own wetness and her sweat. He groaned with renewed desire and plundered Mercy's mouth, only looking up when he heard Jack chuckle between sighs.
"I have the rudder, brother. Will you take the wheel?"
Stephen nodded and worked his hand down between his body and Mercy's, parted her moist folds, and caused her to cry out at his touch. Stephen held her tightly and kissed her eager gasping mouth, whispering sweet encouragements to her in Catalan as she moaned. She responded to his kiss, his caress, and his words with a string of her own plaintive whimpers.
Jack marveled at their easy communication and wondered why he hadn't asked Stephen to bed with them before: he could have used him as a translator.
"What is it?" he grunted. "What is she saying?"
"More, Jack. Faster," Stephroanroaned with his own building excitement. He smiled wryly to his friend. "Staccato, brother. Quick, quick!"
Jack moaned and granted her request enthusiastically.
Mercedes floated in a haze of pleasure, pressed between both men and their adorations; the Doctor's deft fingers caressed her so precisely while the Captain's long thick phallus pummeled heom bom behind and kissed the mouth of her womb, bringing her closer to completion with each stroke. She gasped for breath and moaned and writhed, meeting Jack's thrusts with her own, then ground her body into Stephen's hand. When she climaxed, Stephen nearly lost his hold on her, so violently did her body rock; but she was beautiful. He had never seen a creature so beautiful in the throes of passion.
"Oh…Stephen, hold her, I - " Jack gasped before his body seized and he roared out the joy of his release.
Stephen marveled at the power of Jack's body as he climaxed, groaning, convulsing violently, spilling his life force into her willing vessel. He was nearly again at the moment of climax himself, Mercedes' slick belly pressed so tightly to his, Jack providing the rocking caress, but then the moment passed. She collapsed over Stephen, and Jack over her, his body still shuddering with the remains of his little death. They lay in a writhing heap, clutching and gasping for breath. Stephen wound his fingers through Mercy's dark hair with one hand, and Jack's buttery locks with the other, whispering words of comfort for both. It was heavenly for a moment, but then the combined weight of Jack's sixteen stone and Mercedes' ten began to make him uncomfortable. He hated to speak, to disturb them, but he was finding it suddenly hard to breathe.
"Jack, I beg you, remove yourself. You are crushing me."
Jack snorted back to consciousness from his ecstatic haze.
"Forgive me," he murmured sleepily, drunkenly, pushed back, rolled to his side, and pulled Mercedes with him. She gasped and giggled, then snuggled into Jack's embrace, resting her head on his solid shoulder, cooing and shuddering between them.
"My God man, you must lose some of that extra tonnage you carry. It cannot be good for your heart."
"Is good for my heart," Mercedes mewled, and stroked Jack's furry belly. "I love him.

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"I love him too, my dear, and I hope to keep him with us for a prodigious number of years to come."
"Hush, Stephen. Do not break the spell. There is no time but tonight, and here our bellies and glasses and pockets are full, and our bed is warm."
Stephen couldn't help but grin. "Stuff," he groused playfully.
Mercedes turned to Stephen and covered his lips with her fingers. Jack chuckled and mimicked her gesture, then caressed his friend's face, brushing back the sweaty hair plastered to his forehead with a look that calmed Stephen's concerns, but only fed his desire. He whimpered, and looked down to his twitching cock.
"You do hold your wine better than I," Jack grinned. "Look at that, sweetheart. I am devastated, my cannon blown off its bolts, and here is the Doctor, his gun run out, sponged, loaded, and ready to fire."
Mercy giggled and arched her brows with obvious admiration.
"You are drunk, brother," Stephen laughed heartily. "So very drunk."
"God damn your eyes, so I am. Give me that bottle! There must be something left," Jack chuckled. His voice then took on the timbre of command. "Mercy, prepare your boarding party, and take his vessel at my command."
A sound slap on her backside made her shriek with laughter and in a moment she had untangled herself from Jack's embrace and her own long hair and had Stephen pinned between her thighs.
"No, no, my dear, you must rest," Stephen protested, his face full of her heavy bosom. "The Captain has used you roughly."
"Nonsense," Jack insisted, grinning and moving behind her again. "She is a hearty girl. Ain't you sweetheart?"
Mercedes cooed and nodded in agreement, grinding her hips against Stephen's erection, and sucking his throat, causing him to groan with longing.
"Poor Esteban," she mewled into his ear. "Sweet Esteban."
Mercedes sat up over him and leaned back into Jack's broad chest, moaning as he wrapped her in his strong embrace. She moved her hips to position Stephen's engorged member at her opening, then turned her face to receive Jack's kiss, deep and lingering, and lowered herself onto the Doctor, her body shuddering, still sensitive and clenched so tightly from her orgasm.
Stephen nearly lost himself the moment she engulfed him, sliding easily on her wetness and Jack's semen. She smelled positively animal, and he drank her in, watching Jack's big hands grasp and knead her breasts from behind as his mouth covered hers, then down to maul her neck and shoulders. Mercy tossed her head back to give him better access, and began rocking her body over Stephen, moaning for her Esteban and for her Captain. Jack guided her hips, moving her with his strong arms, manipulating her like a plaything, and she drank in his attention. Stephen could not avert his eyes from his loving conspirators, Mercy's dark hair entwined with Jack's gold, as his breath grew quick and deep.
Jack moved his hand from her breast to the place where her body joined with Stephen's and caressed her swollen bud, causing Mercy to moan and Stephen to gasp. He looked up through his yellow hair and grinned at his particular friend, reveling in his pleasure.
"Do I direct the music when I should be sitting on my hands, brother?"
"Not this time," Stephen answered with ragged breath. "Not in the least."
Stephen felt Mercy's inner walls squeeze and milk him gently as Jack stroked her, his fingers moving in tight, quick circles, his other hand on her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple while he rocked his body against her, guiding her movements with his hips. Stephen couldn't decide which excited him more, Mercy's plaintive whimpers or Jack's deep purr.
"Is that it, sweetheart?" Jack cooed to her. "Sweet Esteban, is it good?"
Mercy gasped and moaned, whimpering as her need grew, thrusting herself down harder onto Stephen's solid shaft. Stephen's eyes rolled back into his head. Her contractions became so strong he felt she was devouring him, his own breath slamming through his nostrils. He would surely lose himself too soon.
"Heave, brother, handsomely now," Jack commanded, and Stephen thrust his hips up to her again and again, driving into her until she threw her head back and shrieked, exploding in climax over him. Stephen held fast, groaned low in his throat, and erupted into her, arching his back in ecstasy, pressing his fingers into the flesh of her thighs. He shuddered violently, nearly sobbing, overwhelmed with relief.
Mercedes fell back into Jack's sure arms and he cradled her, giggling triumphantly as he kissed her face and neck, sweeping the sweaty hair from her face.
"I have you, girl," he chuckled and rocked her. She gasped for breath and turned to press her mouth to his, then sighed and fell forward over Stephen, tugging tender mouthfuls of his panting mouth into her kiss.
He wrapped her in his arms and held her tightly as Jack lay down beside them, pulling them both into his protective embrace. As Stephen's breath calmed and quieted, he rolled Mercedes into the mattress between them, and they clutched her close, relaxing into a euphoric haze as she shuddered and twitched between them, sighing with the remains of her climax.
Before Stephen could find the words to speak, Jack had closed his blue eyes and was snoring quietly, drunkenly, his cheek pressed against Mercedes' shoulder. Mercy nuzzled her face into the crook of Stephen's arm and quickly drifted away as well, leaving him to his racing yet unfocused thoughts, drunk with wine and lovemaking and sensation, until he allowed the warm darkness to overcome him, blanketing his senses like sweet laudanum.

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Stephen was jerked from sleep by Jack's loud snort and suddenly remembered where he was. Looking to his side, he saw the moonlight spilling over Mercedes' dark curls, her face turned towards Jack, who had thrown his heavy leg over her. Stephen gazed on them lovingly and leaned to press his lips to her cheek, careful not to wake her. Reaching for Jack, he could not resist smoothing some of the yellow hair from his face, then withdrew quickly as he stirred, groaned, and nuzzled closer to Mercy.
"Hush, sweetheart," Jack mumbled in his sleep, and Stephen smiled as he watched his hand come up to grasp her breast possessively.
Rising carefully and slipping his clothes on, a notion came to him: Jack was a virtuoso with a woman's body, with lovemaking. Now if only he could do the same with his violin he would be the toast of Milan. Grinning widely at the thought, Stephen looked back once more, and found himself startled to see Jack's blue eyes open and shining in the moonlight.
o I o I crowd you brother?" he asked in a whisper. "Forgive me. Come back to us."
"No, my dear. I thank you, but I will go to my room," he breathed with a smile, then groused playfully. "I don't know how she can sleep for your snoring. You sound like a damned bear."
Jack merely grinned. "Goodnight, sweet Esteban."
"Goodnight, dear heart."
Back in his room, under the chilly sheets, Stephen smiled as he heard the familiar sounds of Mercedes' plaintive moans begin on the other side of the wall. This time, his heart did not ache, but seemed to bloom larger.
"Donum prae dulcis," he murmured.
Stephen nuzzled down into his bed and slept, profoundly satisfied, knowing that he was loved, as he had loved for so long.
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