[Fic] Alpha
Title: Alpha
Author: Shytan
Rating: NC-17+
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington
Summary: Sometimes the dog is the master, and the master the dog.
Warnings: Explicit slash, light bondage, animalistic behaviour.
Cold, sleek silver dangled tauntingly from the smooth black leather, the linked chain swinging gently as the item was held up. James raised his eyebrows, gaze shifting between the collar and the gently grinning creature that held it delicately between thumb and forefinger. The Admiral smiled weakly and reached out to take the object being presented to him, only for the collar to be snatched away moments before he could grasp it. James raised his eyebrows once more.
*****
Snarling teeth gnashed viciously as they sought out lightly tanned flesh. Unwilling to be bitten, a strong arm held the writhing creature at bay while the other hand sought out the thick, warm blanket that adorned the magnificent bed. Grabbing a handful of the crimson material, James deftly shoved it into the snapping maw of the beast before him, causing it to snarl in displeasure. Shaking its head like a lion tearing into its prey, the creature began to chew sulkily on the blanket. Pleased with his victory, the Admiral released his grip on the pale form beneath him and instead took hold of the shining silver chain that hung from the creature's dark leather collar.
"Have you been a good boy?" James asked, tugging the chain sharply. The creature paused in its assault on the blanket and mewled, glancing down at the deep red material. Satisfied that the blanket had been defeated, he let it drop from his mouth and flop back onto the bed. James smirked, letting his eyes wander down the squirming form beneath him before pulling the chain once more, lifting the pale face closer to his own.
"You have been good haven't you," James purred, hovering tantalisingly close to the soft pink lips beneath him. The creature whined appreciatively and arched up, brushing his heated body against the Admiral's, causing James to gasp.
Lowering the tamed beast back onto the soft sheets, James leaned down to claim a few deep kisses before turning the small Lord onto his back. He then placed a hand under Cutler's pale stomach and gently guided him up onto his knees. Resting his hand on a quivering flank, James mounted the purring creature and slowly guided himself in, causing the other to whimper. Bending down to rest his cheek against Cutler's for a moment, James calmly shushed him, his soothing voice comforting the much smaller beast. As soon as he felt the Lord relax, he gently rocked them back and forth. Receiving an appreciative mewl in response, James began to thrust in earnest, revelling in the delicious sounds the panting creature beneath him was making.
Thoroughly spent, James collapsed onto the bed beside Lord Beckett, allowing the thick bedding to engulf him. He lazily smiled as the small form snuggled up to him, and tucked the warm blanket around them both, causing the other to purr softly.
"Yes, you have been a very good boy," James murmured, lightly kissing Cutler's cheek. Cutler made a soft sound in response before closing his eyes, contented.
*****
James threw his hat and coat onto the plush chair rather haphazardly as he entered the bedroom, and was halfway through undressing before he spotted the collar and chain lying on the carpet. He paused for a brief moment to look at the discarded object before continuing to change out of his dark blue uniform and into his emerald green night clothes. He didn't bother to button up the silk shirt as he headed towards the luxurious canopy bed, deciding first to see what sort of mood his companion was in.
Cutler seemed to have tired of playing the dog, an idea that James had successfully introduced, but the Admiral's disappointment was short lived. He felt slightly relieved when he pulled back the curtains of the bed to discover that his companion had instead decided to play cat. Rolling about on his back and purring rather convincingly, the soft form mewed a high-pitched greeting. James was more than happy to roll around with him.
As soft and purring and cuddly as Cutler had presented himself, like any sweet-faced kitten he was not without claws. Inquisitive teeth lightly nipped and tugged at James' shoulders and arms, and a friendly tongue investigated his fingers and face. Although James thoroughly enjoyed the nuzzling, he knew it would be foolish to believe the cheek rubbing was purely affection. Just as a cat would, Cutler was marking James as his. The previous night James had been the master, and Cutler the dog. Tonight, Cutler was the cat, and the cat is always the master.
Author: Shytan
Rating: NC-17+
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington
Summary: Sometimes the dog is the master, and the master the dog.
Warnings: Explicit slash, light bondage, animalistic behaviour.
Cold, sleek silver dangled tauntingly from the smooth black leather, the linked chain swinging gently as the item was held up. James raised his eyebrows, gaze shifting between the collar and the gently grinning creature that held it delicately between thumb and forefinger. The Admiral smiled weakly and reached out to take the object being presented to him, only for the collar to be snatched away moments before he could grasp it. James raised his eyebrows once more.
*****
Snarling teeth gnashed viciously as they sought out lightly tanned flesh. Unwilling to be bitten, a strong arm held the writhing creature at bay while the other hand sought out the thick, warm blanket that adorned the magnificent bed. Grabbing a handful of the crimson material, James deftly shoved it into the snapping maw of the beast before him, causing it to snarl in displeasure. Shaking its head like a lion tearing into its prey, the creature began to chew sulkily on the blanket. Pleased with his victory, the Admiral released his grip on the pale form beneath him and instead took hold of the shining silver chain that hung from the creature's dark leather collar.
"Have you been a good boy?" James asked, tugging the chain sharply. The creature paused in its assault on the blanket and mewled, glancing down at the deep red material. Satisfied that the blanket had been defeated, he let it drop from his mouth and flop back onto the bed. James smirked, letting his eyes wander down the squirming form beneath him before pulling the chain once more, lifting the pale face closer to his own.
"You have been good haven't you," James purred, hovering tantalisingly close to the soft pink lips beneath him. The creature whined appreciatively and arched up, brushing his heated body against the Admiral's, causing James to gasp.
Lowering the tamed beast back onto the soft sheets, James leaned down to claim a few deep kisses before turning the small Lord onto his back. He then placed a hand under Cutler's pale stomach and gently guided him up onto his knees. Resting his hand on a quivering flank, James mounted the purring creature and slowly guided himself in, causing the other to whimper. Bending down to rest his cheek against Cutler's for a moment, James calmly shushed him, his soothing voice comforting the much smaller beast. As soon as he felt the Lord relax, he gently rocked them back and forth. Receiving an appreciative mewl in response, James began to thrust in earnest, revelling in the delicious sounds the panting creature beneath him was making.
Thoroughly spent, James collapsed onto the bed beside Lord Beckett, allowing the thick bedding to engulf him. He lazily smiled as the small form snuggled up to him, and tucked the warm blanket around them both, causing the other to purr softly.
"Yes, you have been a very good boy," James murmured, lightly kissing Cutler's cheek. Cutler made a soft sound in response before closing his eyes, contented.
*****
James threw his hat and coat onto the plush chair rather haphazardly as he entered the bedroom, and was halfway through undressing before he spotted the collar and chain lying on the carpet. He paused for a brief moment to look at the discarded object before continuing to change out of his dark blue uniform and into his emerald green night clothes. He didn't bother to button up the silk shirt as he headed towards the luxurious canopy bed, deciding first to see what sort of mood his companion was in.
Cutler seemed to have tired of playing the dog, an idea that James had successfully introduced, but the Admiral's disappointment was short lived. He felt slightly relieved when he pulled back the curtains of the bed to discover that his companion had instead decided to play cat. Rolling about on his back and purring rather convincingly, the soft form mewed a high-pitched greeting. James was more than happy to roll around with him.
As soft and purring and cuddly as Cutler had presented himself, like any sweet-faced kitten he was not without claws. Inquisitive teeth lightly nipped and tugged at James' shoulders and arms, and a friendly tongue investigated his fingers and face. Although James thoroughly enjoyed the nuzzling, he knew it would be foolish to believe the cheek rubbing was purely affection. Just as a cat would, Cutler was marking James as his. The previous night James had been the master, and Cutler the dog. Tonight, Cutler was the cat, and the cat is always the master.