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Hi. I am new to both the community and the fandom, but I come bearing fic.
Please note that it has been 6 months since I have seen Goldeneye, so no idea if the characters are 'right'.
For therosewilde because she was the one who got me started on James/Alec, and put up with my procrastinating.
Title:The Better Man
Pairing: James/Alec
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Not true. Wish it was.
Feedback: is grand, and constructive crit is always welcome.
Summary: Alec claims he is the better man. James disputes this, and a duel ensues.
“ I was always better, James.” Alec said, smirking.
This comment goaded James into stirring from the sofa to smack Alec in the head with a pillow.
“Bastard.” James said fondly. “Shall we see who the better man is, then?”
“Certainly, James.” Alec replied courteously, returning the pillow to James, and narrowly missing his head. “What do you suggest? Pistols, swords or blowjobs at dawn?”
“I was thinking pillows at two paces, and winner shags the loser.” James replied, sitting up and stretching. Alec quirked an eyebrow.
“A pillow fight? Moneypenny’s right, James, you’re such a child.”
“Are you worried you’ll lose?” James asked, sliding off the sofa and offering a pillow to Alec.
“Fine.” Alec huffed, snatching the pillow from James. “So, what are the rules?“
“There aren’t any rules.” James said incredulously. “Didn’t you ever have pillow fights when you were young?”
He realized his mistake the moment the words left his lips.
“We never had pillow fights. It wasn’t allowed.” Alec said tightly, eyes distant.
“Hey.” James murmured, moving to Alec’s side and slipping an arm around his waist. “Are you alright?”
Alec leant his head on James’ shoulder. “I’m fine. Now, about our duel. No rules?”
“None.” James confirmed.
“Good.” Alec replied, twisting away and slamming his pillow into the side of James’ head.
“Wait!” James protested, trying to shield himself from the blows. “I don’t have a weapon.”
“No rules, James. You said so yourself.” Alec retorted, raising his weapon to strike again.
James ducked the blow, and launched himself toward the bedroom door. Gaining entry, he dashed to the bed, and rolling across the mattress, grabbed two pillows as he landed.
“For England!” He shouted, throwing a pillow at Alec, who was standing in the doorway. Hefting the other pillow menacingly, he took a few steps toward Alec, and stopped, waiting for his opponent to make the first move.
Alec feinted left, then brought his pillow up in a sweeping arc. James had turned slightly to avoid the feint, and managed to duck the feathery uppercut. Ducking, he tackled Alec, who was off balance from his swing. Alec hit the carpet, and lay there, the wind knocked out of him. James straddled Alec’s hips, and began to tug at Alec’s shirt, the small buttons scattering across the floor. Alec, recovering, hooked his left leg over James’ right, and cupping James’ right elbow, and pushed. James flipped over, and Alec quickly straddled him, making sure he was above James’ hips so James wasn’t able to repeat the move. Grinning down at James triumphantly, Alec produced a pair of zip cuffs from his back pocket.
“You wouldn’t dare.” James said, trying to get Alec off him. Alec planted a knee in James’ solar plexus, and applied pressure, warningly. James stopped struggling, and glared at his lover.
“Hold out your hands.” Alec said patiently, applying pressure with his knee to prevent James from trying anything. James reluctantly held out his hands, and Alec slipped the plastic loops over his wrists, and pulled them tight.
“What were the terms again, James?” Alec asked, getting to his feet, and helping James stand. “Winner to shag the loser?”
Grabbing James’ shoulders, Alec pulled him into a brutal kiss. Lips pressed painfully together, tongues striving for dominance. Alec maneuvered James to the bed and pushed back onto the mattress. James clutched at Alec, his bound hands hampering his movements.
“Easy, James.” Alec soothed, catching and lowering James to the mattress. “I’ll not let you fall.”
James smiled. “I trust you. Even though you cheat.”
“No rules.” Alec reminded him, as he started stripping James. His trousers were left in an unceremonious heap, and his shirt was undone, but left on for the moment. Alec quickly pulled his shirt off, and it and his trousers joined the growing pile on the floor. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled a small knife from under his pillow, and ignoring James squawks of “Hand sewn silk! Tailor made!” cut the shirt off of James. The silk ripped quite satisfyingly, and Alec sprawled on the bed.
“Suck me.” He requested courteously. James made a halfhearted struggle, but gave in when Alec pulled James down to his erection. James, resigned to his ‘fate worse than death’, lower his mouth, and wrapped his lips around Alec’s cock. Alec closed his eyes and let his head fall back, but still kept his hands twined in James’ hair. Relaxing his throat muscles, he took Alec in as far as he could, loving the way Alec’s breath hitched.
“You have to stop.” Alec managed after a minute or two, firmly pushing James away, and onto his back. “I won’t be able to shag you if you keep that up.”
Leaning over his bound and aroused lover, Alec kissed him again. James returned the kiss willingly, and brought his bound hands up, scratching white lines across Alec’s chest. Alec moaned into the kiss and ground their hips together, creating wonderful friction. When they broke the kiss, James had enough.
“Please Alec.” He asked, the closest to begging James Bond ever got. “Now.”
Alec reached into the dresser top dresser drawer, and pulled out lube and a condom. After rolling the condom on, he opened the lube, and slicked two fingers before pressing them into James.
“Damn it, Alec!” James cursed, trying to twist away. “That’s bloody cold!”
Alec laughed at James’ complaints, and curled his fingers upward, making James shiver form more than cold lube. When Alec added another finger, James completely forgot that he had been cold only moments before. Pulling his fingers out, Alec generously coated his erection before sliding into James smoothly. Alec thrust into James, finding an easy rhythm. James began awkwardly jerking himself off, cursing Alec for tying his hands, but then Alec noticed, and angled his thrusts to hit ogodjustthere and James came messily over his stomach. Alec came after him, and slumped bonelessly beside James.
James turned his head, just watching Alec. He admired the pink lines on his lover's heaving chest, and the faint smile. Leaning over, he kissed Alec’s temple and said,
“If it isn’t too much trouble, better man, would you mind cutting me loose?”
Please note that it has been 6 months since I have seen Goldeneye, so no idea if the characters are 'right'.
For therosewilde because she was the one who got me started on James/Alec, and put up with my procrastinating.
Title:The Better Man
Pairing: James/Alec
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Not true. Wish it was.
Feedback: is grand, and constructive crit is always welcome.
Summary: Alec claims he is the better man. James disputes this, and a duel ensues.
“ I was always better, James.” Alec said, smirking.
This comment goaded James into stirring from the sofa to smack Alec in the head with a pillow.
“Bastard.” James said fondly. “Shall we see who the better man is, then?”
“Certainly, James.” Alec replied courteously, returning the pillow to James, and narrowly missing his head. “What do you suggest? Pistols, swords or blowjobs at dawn?”
“I was thinking pillows at two paces, and winner shags the loser.” James replied, sitting up and stretching. Alec quirked an eyebrow.
“A pillow fight? Moneypenny’s right, James, you’re such a child.”
“Are you worried you’ll lose?” James asked, sliding off the sofa and offering a pillow to Alec.
“Fine.” Alec huffed, snatching the pillow from James. “So, what are the rules?“
“There aren’t any rules.” James said incredulously. “Didn’t you ever have pillow fights when you were young?”
He realized his mistake the moment the words left his lips.
“We never had pillow fights. It wasn’t allowed.” Alec said tightly, eyes distant.
“Hey.” James murmured, moving to Alec’s side and slipping an arm around his waist. “Are you alright?”
Alec leant his head on James’ shoulder. “I’m fine. Now, about our duel. No rules?”
“None.” James confirmed.
“Good.” Alec replied, twisting away and slamming his pillow into the side of James’ head.
“Wait!” James protested, trying to shield himself from the blows. “I don’t have a weapon.”
“No rules, James. You said so yourself.” Alec retorted, raising his weapon to strike again.
James ducked the blow, and launched himself toward the bedroom door. Gaining entry, he dashed to the bed, and rolling across the mattress, grabbed two pillows as he landed.
“For England!” He shouted, throwing a pillow at Alec, who was standing in the doorway. Hefting the other pillow menacingly, he took a few steps toward Alec, and stopped, waiting for his opponent to make the first move.
Alec feinted left, then brought his pillow up in a sweeping arc. James had turned slightly to avoid the feint, and managed to duck the feathery uppercut. Ducking, he tackled Alec, who was off balance from his swing. Alec hit the carpet, and lay there, the wind knocked out of him. James straddled Alec’s hips, and began to tug at Alec’s shirt, the small buttons scattering across the floor. Alec, recovering, hooked his left leg over James’ right, and cupping James’ right elbow, and pushed. James flipped over, and Alec quickly straddled him, making sure he was above James’ hips so James wasn’t able to repeat the move. Grinning down at James triumphantly, Alec produced a pair of zip cuffs from his back pocket.
“You wouldn’t dare.” James said, trying to get Alec off him. Alec planted a knee in James’ solar plexus, and applied pressure, warningly. James stopped struggling, and glared at his lover.
“Hold out your hands.” Alec said patiently, applying pressure with his knee to prevent James from trying anything. James reluctantly held out his hands, and Alec slipped the plastic loops over his wrists, and pulled them tight.
“What were the terms again, James?” Alec asked, getting to his feet, and helping James stand. “Winner to shag the loser?”
Grabbing James’ shoulders, Alec pulled him into a brutal kiss. Lips pressed painfully together, tongues striving for dominance. Alec maneuvered James to the bed and pushed back onto the mattress. James clutched at Alec, his bound hands hampering his movements.
“Easy, James.” Alec soothed, catching and lowering James to the mattress. “I’ll not let you fall.”
James smiled. “I trust you. Even though you cheat.”
“No rules.” Alec reminded him, as he started stripping James. His trousers were left in an unceremonious heap, and his shirt was undone, but left on for the moment. Alec quickly pulled his shirt off, and it and his trousers joined the growing pile on the floor. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled a small knife from under his pillow, and ignoring James squawks of “Hand sewn silk! Tailor made!” cut the shirt off of James. The silk ripped quite satisfyingly, and Alec sprawled on the bed.
“Suck me.” He requested courteously. James made a halfhearted struggle, but gave in when Alec pulled James down to his erection. James, resigned to his ‘fate worse than death’, lower his mouth, and wrapped his lips around Alec’s cock. Alec closed his eyes and let his head fall back, but still kept his hands twined in James’ hair. Relaxing his throat muscles, he took Alec in as far as he could, loving the way Alec’s breath hitched.
“You have to stop.” Alec managed after a minute or two, firmly pushing James away, and onto his back. “I won’t be able to shag you if you keep that up.”
Leaning over his bound and aroused lover, Alec kissed him again. James returned the kiss willingly, and brought his bound hands up, scratching white lines across Alec’s chest. Alec moaned into the kiss and ground their hips together, creating wonderful friction. When they broke the kiss, James had enough.
“Please Alec.” He asked, the closest to begging James Bond ever got. “Now.”
Alec reached into the dresser top dresser drawer, and pulled out lube and a condom. After rolling the condom on, he opened the lube, and slicked two fingers before pressing them into James.
“Damn it, Alec!” James cursed, trying to twist away. “That’s bloody cold!”
Alec laughed at James’ complaints, and curled his fingers upward, making James shiver form more than cold lube. When Alec added another finger, James completely forgot that he had been cold only moments before. Pulling his fingers out, Alec generously coated his erection before sliding into James smoothly. Alec thrust into James, finding an easy rhythm. James began awkwardly jerking himself off, cursing Alec for tying his hands, but then Alec noticed, and angled his thrusts to hit ogodjustthere and James came messily over his stomach. Alec came after him, and slumped bonelessly beside James.
James turned his head, just watching Alec. He admired the pink lines on his lover's heaving chest, and the faint smile. Leaning over, he kissed Alec’s temple and said,
“If it isn’t too much trouble, better man, would you mind cutting me loose?”