[Fic] Silk and Satan
Title: Silk and Satan
Author: Shytan
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington
Summary: Angry Beckett is Angry.
Warnings: Slash
For: Cutler Beckett Fic Exchange 2010 for Cold_Gentlemen
Prompts: Shipboard, Biting, Spanking, Blackmail
Notes: I messed up the other fic by adding a character you didn't want, so here's another ficcie that I hope is more to your liking.
Word Count: 1200
Part 1
Cutler Beckett was angry. They weren't sure why he was angry, how long he had been angry for or who, if anyone, he was angry with. All they knew was that he was angry, and should therefore be avoided at all costs. It was for this reason that the Endeavour crew were working very quietly, avoiding eye contact with each other and their angry captain, and putting as much distance between themselves and their angry captain as possible. Unfortunately for the less observant and the relatively new crew members, Cutler Beckett was a subtle man. The anger that had danced across his face and dripped from his tongue as he snapped at a nearby officer had faded away almost instantly after his arrival onto the deck. To the unobservant, Lord Cutler Beckett looked quietly contemplative at best, disgruntled at worst.
But Lord Beckett was neither contemplative nor disgruntled. He was downright furious. So when Lieutenant Greitzer and Admiral Norrington approached the Lord late in the evening, the observant Lieutenant quickly swivelled around and wisely made haste in the opposite direction, much to the Admiral's confusion. James Norrington had not been serving aboard the Endeavour long, and it was for this reason that he made the fatal flaw of approaching Lord Beckett and speaking to him with in the casual, sardonic tone he had recently adopted. A tone that Beckett did not appreciate. A tone that angry Beckett really, really did not appreciate. A tone that angry Beckett threw back into the James' face, with stinging words in a clipped tone laced with the warning that should the Admiral not remove himself from Cutler's sight immediately and not reappear for the next 12 hours, his violent demise would rapidly occur.
James Norrington was not used to being spoken to in such a manner, nor was he used to taking orders from someone so small and full of themselves. Incredibly unwisely, James retreated for only a few minutes, reappearing outside the Lord's quarters with a wide smile on his face. James was mildly disappointed that Cutler didn't explode into an incoherent rage, and even less impressed by the whole situation when he was shoved rather roughly into the Lord's cabin, the door shutting securely behind him. Picking himself up off the floor, James raised an eyebrow as Cutler quietly stepped past him, picked up a length of black silk rope, then proceeded to order the Admiral over to the bed in the corner of the room.
James refused. Cutler refused for James to refuse. James was a good head taller than Cutler, and used to manual labour aboard a ship. For these reasons, James felt incredibly embarrassed when he found himself promptly tied up. Cutler moved with a cold indifference, his blue eyes an icy grey as he shot James a most frigid glare. Only now did the Admiral see the fury that emanated off the other man, and he berated himself for not seeing it earlier. After ensuring the knots were tight enough to restrain James, Cutler left the room without even bothering to glance down at the bewildered Admiral.
Part 2
Cutler was a moody person, and all of his moods were cold. Cutler frequently jumped between spiteful, commanding and manipulative when he dealt with other people. If the occasion called for it he could lay on the charm, but it was an effort, one that he rarely bothered to maintain for long. Despite his moodiness, Cutler was a closed book and it was often difficult to identify what exactly he was feeling. When he re-entered his quarters an hour later, his face appeared rather emotionless. This was not what annoyed James, however. What annoyed James was the fact that the Lord had left him tied up for an hour, then had the gall to completely ignore him. James waited until Cutler had taken off his wig, coat and boots before speaking up.
"So what exactly are your plans for this evening?" James tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice with only partial success.
"You of course," Cutler replied, not bothering to turn around and look at him.
"Me?" James frowned for a moment, before realisation dawned. "Oh... I don't exactly... do that."
"Everybody does that, James," Cutler rebuked as he removed his shirt.
"Well I don't," James glanced at his bindings, resisting the urge to struggle, as he knew it would be futile.
"Too bad." Cutler finally turned around to face his captive. "Tonight, you will do exactly as I say."
"And why should I?" James asked, not impressed.
Cutler simply held up a most familiar piece of parchment. "Pirate," he spat.
"We had a deal," James grunted as the other ground their hips together.
"Don't tell me you don't like this," Cutler arched his back, bringing his face closer to James.
"No. You're terrible," James sniffed, controlling his urge to buck.
"Well, should I do it like this then?" Cutler lowered himself down slightly, preparing to enter the Admiral raw.
"Have you no lantern oil or something?" James glanced around.
"Not on hand," Cutler shrugged, pushing himself against the other.
"Fine. The other way is fine then," James decided.
"Who put you in charge?" Cutler asked, glaring down at the taller man, who was still tied securely to the bed.
James glanced at the parchment that lay so innocently on the side table. He grinned, wrapping his legs around the pale form above him. "You're doing it wrong," he taunted.
"Shut up," Cutler snapped, attempting to bite James' jaw. Deciding it was not great for chewing on, Cutler moved down to his shoulder then arm, biting down rather hard on the slightly tanned flesh he found there.
"That hurts," James admitted, refusing to whimper.
"You taste like sea salt," Cutler mused, pausing in his ministrations.
"Hmm, I wonder why," James mocked sarcastically. Cutler slapped him.
"Do you want me to do it?" James asked. Cutler really wasn't doing a bad job at all, James simply enjoyed taunting him, vying for control despite his current position. To his surprise, Cutler paused and looked thoughtful for a moment, before reaching up and untying James.
"I'll show you how a real man does it." James gently rubbed his wrists, thankfully not too marked as the rope had been soft and silky.
"With a woman?" Cutler feigned confusion.
"Roll over," James commanded, kneeling on the bed.
"No." Cutler found an opportunity to deliver a sharp smack to James' behind, and did so with surprising force.
"What as that for?" James exclaimed.
"Lying. We both know I'm awesome."
Part 3
"I thought we had a deal," James grumbled.
"We did," Cutler replied lightly, lazing on the bed that seemed a little too small for two people.
"And how does this factor into our deal?" James asked, rolling onto his side to face Cutler.
"This had nothing to do with our deal." Cutler blinked.
"Then why did you threaten me with it?" James was confused.
"Because I can." Cutler shrugged. "You belong to me now, James." He snuggled under the sheets, content to end their conversation. James snorted. The bed was rather comfortable though, so he decided to stay the night. But only because the bed was comfortable.
Author: Shytan
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Cutler Beckett, James Norrington
Summary: Angry Beckett is Angry.
Warnings: Slash
For: Cutler Beckett Fic Exchange 2010 for Cold_Gentlemen
Prompts: Shipboard, Biting, Spanking, Blackmail
Notes: I messed up the other fic by adding a character you didn't want, so here's another ficcie that I hope is more to your liking.
Word Count: 1200
Part 1
Cutler Beckett was angry. They weren't sure why he was angry, how long he had been angry for or who, if anyone, he was angry with. All they knew was that he was angry, and should therefore be avoided at all costs. It was for this reason that the Endeavour crew were working very quietly, avoiding eye contact with each other and their angry captain, and putting as much distance between themselves and their angry captain as possible. Unfortunately for the less observant and the relatively new crew members, Cutler Beckett was a subtle man. The anger that had danced across his face and dripped from his tongue as he snapped at a nearby officer had faded away almost instantly after his arrival onto the deck. To the unobservant, Lord Cutler Beckett looked quietly contemplative at best, disgruntled at worst.
But Lord Beckett was neither contemplative nor disgruntled. He was downright furious. So when Lieutenant Greitzer and Admiral Norrington approached the Lord late in the evening, the observant Lieutenant quickly swivelled around and wisely made haste in the opposite direction, much to the Admiral's confusion. James Norrington had not been serving aboard the Endeavour long, and it was for this reason that he made the fatal flaw of approaching Lord Beckett and speaking to him with in the casual, sardonic tone he had recently adopted. A tone that Beckett did not appreciate. A tone that angry Beckett really, really did not appreciate. A tone that angry Beckett threw back into the James' face, with stinging words in a clipped tone laced with the warning that should the Admiral not remove himself from Cutler's sight immediately and not reappear for the next 12 hours, his violent demise would rapidly occur.
James Norrington was not used to being spoken to in such a manner, nor was he used to taking orders from someone so small and full of themselves. Incredibly unwisely, James retreated for only a few minutes, reappearing outside the Lord's quarters with a wide smile on his face. James was mildly disappointed that Cutler didn't explode into an incoherent rage, and even less impressed by the whole situation when he was shoved rather roughly into the Lord's cabin, the door shutting securely behind him. Picking himself up off the floor, James raised an eyebrow as Cutler quietly stepped past him, picked up a length of black silk rope, then proceeded to order the Admiral over to the bed in the corner of the room.
James refused. Cutler refused for James to refuse. James was a good head taller than Cutler, and used to manual labour aboard a ship. For these reasons, James felt incredibly embarrassed when he found himself promptly tied up. Cutler moved with a cold indifference, his blue eyes an icy grey as he shot James a most frigid glare. Only now did the Admiral see the fury that emanated off the other man, and he berated himself for not seeing it earlier. After ensuring the knots were tight enough to restrain James, Cutler left the room without even bothering to glance down at the bewildered Admiral.
Part 2
Cutler was a moody person, and all of his moods were cold. Cutler frequently jumped between spiteful, commanding and manipulative when he dealt with other people. If the occasion called for it he could lay on the charm, but it was an effort, one that he rarely bothered to maintain for long. Despite his moodiness, Cutler was a closed book and it was often difficult to identify what exactly he was feeling. When he re-entered his quarters an hour later, his face appeared rather emotionless. This was not what annoyed James, however. What annoyed James was the fact that the Lord had left him tied up for an hour, then had the gall to completely ignore him. James waited until Cutler had taken off his wig, coat and boots before speaking up.
"So what exactly are your plans for this evening?" James tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice with only partial success.
"You of course," Cutler replied, not bothering to turn around and look at him.
"Me?" James frowned for a moment, before realisation dawned. "Oh... I don't exactly... do that."
"Everybody does that, James," Cutler rebuked as he removed his shirt.
"Well I don't," James glanced at his bindings, resisting the urge to struggle, as he knew it would be futile.
"Too bad." Cutler finally turned around to face his captive. "Tonight, you will do exactly as I say."
"And why should I?" James asked, not impressed.
Cutler simply held up a most familiar piece of parchment. "Pirate," he spat.
"We had a deal," James grunted as the other ground their hips together.
"Don't tell me you don't like this," Cutler arched his back, bringing his face closer to James.
"No. You're terrible," James sniffed, controlling his urge to buck.
"Well, should I do it like this then?" Cutler lowered himself down slightly, preparing to enter the Admiral raw.
"Have you no lantern oil or something?" James glanced around.
"Not on hand," Cutler shrugged, pushing himself against the other.
"Fine. The other way is fine then," James decided.
"Who put you in charge?" Cutler asked, glaring down at the taller man, who was still tied securely to the bed.
James glanced at the parchment that lay so innocently on the side table. He grinned, wrapping his legs around the pale form above him. "You're doing it wrong," he taunted.
"Shut up," Cutler snapped, attempting to bite James' jaw. Deciding it was not great for chewing on, Cutler moved down to his shoulder then arm, biting down rather hard on the slightly tanned flesh he found there.
"That hurts," James admitted, refusing to whimper.
"You taste like sea salt," Cutler mused, pausing in his ministrations.
"Hmm, I wonder why," James mocked sarcastically. Cutler slapped him.
"Do you want me to do it?" James asked. Cutler really wasn't doing a bad job at all, James simply enjoyed taunting him, vying for control despite his current position. To his surprise, Cutler paused and looked thoughtful for a moment, before reaching up and untying James.
"I'll show you how a real man does it." James gently rubbed his wrists, thankfully not too marked as the rope had been soft and silky.
"With a woman?" Cutler feigned confusion.
"Roll over," James commanded, kneeling on the bed.
"No." Cutler found an opportunity to deliver a sharp smack to James' behind, and did so with surprising force.
"What as that for?" James exclaimed.
"Lying. We both know I'm awesome."
Part 3
"I thought we had a deal," James grumbled.
"We did," Cutler replied lightly, lazing on the bed that seemed a little too small for two people.
"And how does this factor into our deal?" James asked, rolling onto his side to face Cutler.
"This had nothing to do with our deal." Cutler blinked.
"Then why did you threaten me with it?" James was confused.
"Because I can." Cutler shrugged. "You belong to me now, James." He snuggled under the sheets, content to end their conversation. James snorted. The bed was rather comfortable though, so he decided to stay the night. But only because the bed was comfortable.