Anti-Valentines Fic Exchange
Title: Forewarning
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington
Pairing: Beckett/James
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: A thief, a whore and a liar.
For: Sunsetdawn.
Notes: In some crazy creative spur I've decided to try and write something for everyone in the valentine's fic exchange. <3
You stole something that wasn’t yours to take. I had my warning, I will admit it. You already confined a heart to small burlap sack and tossed it away like it was worth less then a shilling. And yet it is in the material you find solace. You look proud in your nice new uniform as you carry that sword at your side, and see fit to remind me that the man who made it was a fool to let it go. Just as you were a fool to place your confidence in the whims of a woman and as I am as well.
You gave something that wasn’t yours to give. That girl with her makeshift crown is who commands you, your every move, and your every heartbeat. You have little power in the decision of what you are willing and unwilling to give. But it didn’t stop me from taking what I wanted. I forced you to your knees with my words though I wished to strike you for taking fancy in my gifts more then you did in me. There is some feeble cries, insistence that this is not right, not holy. Do you cry out to a god in hopes of gaining some good will? I bend your body and then I break it, again and again until the sounds escaping your lips are my name, as you beg me to never cease, to tear you apart until there is nothing left. Now I never know there was never anything to begin with. You enjoy it, you moan and your hidden carnal desires make your climax end before mine has even begun.
And in the end every hushed whisper, every hesitant glance, every oath I made you to take was but a fabrication, fragments of a man, something greater then what you really are. In your proud red navy coat you play but a role, perhaps believing if you can fool the rest of the world you can fool yourself. I know better and it is in your judgement you will have to answer for your feigned blindness.
You are a thief, a whore and a liar. The death you received is a more gracious death then what you deserve. If there were but a body left you would be placed in crude earth for any passerby wino to piss on. To think, you only had shame when you were the one discarded and see little fault in doing the same to another.
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington
Pairing: Beckett/James
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: A thief, a whore and a liar.
For: Sunsetdawn.
Notes: In some crazy creative spur I've decided to try and write something for everyone in the valentine's fic exchange. <3
You stole something that wasn’t yours to take. I had my warning, I will admit it. You already confined a heart to small burlap sack and tossed it away like it was worth less then a shilling. And yet it is in the material you find solace. You look proud in your nice new uniform as you carry that sword at your side, and see fit to remind me that the man who made it was a fool to let it go. Just as you were a fool to place your confidence in the whims of a woman and as I am as well.
You gave something that wasn’t yours to give. That girl with her makeshift crown is who commands you, your every move, and your every heartbeat. You have little power in the decision of what you are willing and unwilling to give. But it didn’t stop me from taking what I wanted. I forced you to your knees with my words though I wished to strike you for taking fancy in my gifts more then you did in me. There is some feeble cries, insistence that this is not right, not holy. Do you cry out to a god in hopes of gaining some good will? I bend your body and then I break it, again and again until the sounds escaping your lips are my name, as you beg me to never cease, to tear you apart until there is nothing left. Now I never know there was never anything to begin with. You enjoy it, you moan and your hidden carnal desires make your climax end before mine has even begun.
And in the end every hushed whisper, every hesitant glance, every oath I made you to take was but a fabrication, fragments of a man, something greater then what you really are. In your proud red navy coat you play but a role, perhaps believing if you can fool the rest of the world you can fool yourself. I know better and it is in your judgement you will have to answer for your feigned blindness.
You are a thief, a whore and a liar. The death you received is a more gracious death then what you deserve. If there were but a body left you would be placed in crude earth for any passerby wino to piss on. To think, you only had shame when you were the one discarded and see little fault in doing the same to another.