FIC: An Offer of Friendship (Burn Notice/Casino Royale)
Title: An Offer of Friendship
Fandom: Burn Notice/Casino Royale
Pairing: Michael Westen/James Bond
Rating: Adult. Oh, so very very adult.
Warnings: Slash. Porn. Some violence.
A/N: Written for Porn Battle Five: The Fifth Dimension, therefore short by necessity. Unbetad. My first attempt at this pairing and undeniably the most pornish thing I've ever written. So... yeah.
As always, feedback is welcome and apprecaited.
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"Who are you?" James demanded as the sack was pulled off his head.
"A friend." The American stared down at him, a flash of white betraying his amusement.
"Friends don't usually kidnap one another," James answered drolly.
"Depends on what kind of friend you are." The man moved, a gun flashing from his waistband as he tightened the ties binding James to the chair. After checking his wrists, the stranger moved to kneel in front, tugging the ties on his ankles tight. Kneeling back, the American shrugged. "I'm the kind of friend who kidnaps you to keep you alive."
James' eyebrows shot upward. "And who was going to kill me?"
The man grinned again and James found himself intrigued by it. He relaxed slightly, testing his binds. "You're good," James admitted.
"So are you." The man stayed crouched in front of James, watching with interest as James tried to free his hands.
"That last blow was a lucky shot." James felt the ridiculous urge to defend himself.
The American chuckled and shook his hand, displaying bloodied knuckles. "It's lucky that it stunned you. I didn't want to shoot you. I was trying to save you."
James smiled. "So you've said. Again, save me from what?"
"My best guess is that it will be a tragic gas leak that takes out the embassy building. Of course, it's just a guess."
James stilled. "Yes, I can see how that would have been unfortunate to be inside the embassy."
"Tragic really. I'm not in the habit of murdering friends unnecessarily." Michael nodded.
"Friends usually ask first."
"Would you have listened?"
James chuckled. "Probably not."
"Mmm." The stranger leaned forward, reaching up to wipe away the blood trickling down James's forehead before it got into his eyes. "Sorry about the headache."
"Surely you can apologize better than that," James demanded and felt his gut tighten when the other man's eyes darkened. "You went to the trouble of bringing me back to your hotel room." He smirked. "Friend."
"Nice try." the other man's voice was husky. "But if I untie you, I'll probably have to shoot you. And I still don't want to."
James licked his lips. "Who said anything about untying me?"
"Good point." The American caught James's face with his hands and pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth. James groaned - the other spy wasn't gentle. The kiss was domineering, messy, demanding. They broke apart and James gasped. "Your name?"
"Michael." Michael's hands were busy unbuttoning what was left of James's trousers. "Yours?"
James groaned as Michael's hand slipped inside his pants and tugged him free. He was already getting hard. "James."
"Nice to meet you, James."
"The pleasure's all mine." James managed as Michael's mouth slipped over him and the American's tongue slid along his length. Michael licked the tip of James's shaft, making an approving noise at the taste before he sucked softly.
James gritted his teeth, his hips rising as far from the chair as they could while he was tied to it. "Oh, God…" Michael chuckled again at James' muffled exclamation and the vibrations shot through James's cock and stoked the heat growing in his belly. "Don't stop."
Michael let James slip free, slick and gleaming wet. "I have no intention of stopping. Consider this an apology."
"If this is your version of an apology, I should let you wrong me more often." James groaned as Michael swallowed him again, the American's head bobbing up and down and gradually taking him in deeper until he was fully buried in the other man's mouth.
Hips bucking as much as they could, James panted heavily as Michael sucked him, the muscles in Michael's throat contracting until James felt the heat in his belly explode. He cried out as he emptied himself into Michael's mouth, his whole body shaking as his orgasm tore through him.
Finally, it ended, and James opened his eyes to see Michael crouched in front of him once more, still grinning. "Friends?"
"Definitely." James smiled back.
"You can get up now." Michael smirked. "I know you untied yourself."
James dropped his arms and rubbed his wrists. "You can't fault me for not wanting to interrupt such a beautiful apology."
"Not at all," Michael laughed."
Fandom: Burn Notice/Casino Royale
Pairing: Michael Westen/James Bond
Rating: Adult. Oh, so very very adult.
Warnings: Slash. Porn. Some violence.
A/N: Written for Porn Battle Five: The Fifth Dimension, therefore short by necessity. Unbetad. My first attempt at this pairing and undeniably the most pornish thing I've ever written. So... yeah.
As always, feedback is welcome and apprecaited.
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"Who are you?" James demanded as the sack was pulled off his head.
"A friend." The American stared down at him, a flash of white betraying his amusement.
"Friends don't usually kidnap one another," James answered drolly.
"Depends on what kind of friend you are." The man moved, a gun flashing from his waistband as he tightened the ties binding James to the chair. After checking his wrists, the stranger moved to kneel in front, tugging the ties on his ankles tight. Kneeling back, the American shrugged. "I'm the kind of friend who kidnaps you to keep you alive."
James' eyebrows shot upward. "And who was going to kill me?"
The man grinned again and James found himself intrigued by it. He relaxed slightly, testing his binds. "You're good," James admitted.
"So are you." The man stayed crouched in front of James, watching with interest as James tried to free his hands.
"That last blow was a lucky shot." James felt the ridiculous urge to defend himself.
The American chuckled and shook his hand, displaying bloodied knuckles. "It's lucky that it stunned you. I didn't want to shoot you. I was trying to save you."
James smiled. "So you've said. Again, save me from what?"
"My best guess is that it will be a tragic gas leak that takes out the embassy building. Of course, it's just a guess."
James stilled. "Yes, I can see how that would have been unfortunate to be inside the embassy."
"Tragic really. I'm not in the habit of murdering friends unnecessarily." Michael nodded.
"Friends usually ask first."
"Would you have listened?"
James chuckled. "Probably not."
"Mmm." The stranger leaned forward, reaching up to wipe away the blood trickling down James's forehead before it got into his eyes. "Sorry about the headache."
"Surely you can apologize better than that," James demanded and felt his gut tighten when the other man's eyes darkened. "You went to the trouble of bringing me back to your hotel room." He smirked. "Friend."
"Nice try." the other man's voice was husky. "But if I untie you, I'll probably have to shoot you. And I still don't want to."
James licked his lips. "Who said anything about untying me?"
"Good point." The American caught James's face with his hands and pressed a hungry kiss to his mouth. James groaned - the other spy wasn't gentle. The kiss was domineering, messy, demanding. They broke apart and James gasped. "Your name?"
"Michael." Michael's hands were busy unbuttoning what was left of James's trousers. "Yours?"
James groaned as Michael's hand slipped inside his pants and tugged him free. He was already getting hard. "James."
"Nice to meet you, James."
"The pleasure's all mine." James managed as Michael's mouth slipped over him and the American's tongue slid along his length. Michael licked the tip of James's shaft, making an approving noise at the taste before he sucked softly.
James gritted his teeth, his hips rising as far from the chair as they could while he was tied to it. "Oh, God…" Michael chuckled again at James' muffled exclamation and the vibrations shot through James's cock and stoked the heat growing in his belly. "Don't stop."
Michael let James slip free, slick and gleaming wet. "I have no intention of stopping. Consider this an apology."
"If this is your version of an apology, I should let you wrong me more often." James groaned as Michael swallowed him again, the American's head bobbing up and down and gradually taking him in deeper until he was fully buried in the other man's mouth.
Hips bucking as much as they could, James panted heavily as Michael sucked him, the muscles in Michael's throat contracting until James felt the heat in his belly explode. He cried out as he emptied himself into Michael's mouth, his whole body shaking as his orgasm tore through him.
Finally, it ended, and James opened his eyes to see Michael crouched in front of him once more, still grinning. "Friends?"
"Definitely." James smiled back.
"You can get up now." Michael smirked. "I know you untied yourself."
James dropped his arms and rubbed his wrists. "You can't fault me for not wanting to interrupt such a beautiful apology."
"Not at all," Michael laughed."