fanfic: Victory
Title: Victory
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean/Hornblower
Pairing: James Norrington/Horatio Hornblower
Rating: R
Summary: Hornblower and Norrington explore the philosophy of war.
Word Count: 353
Author's Note: Written for jedipirate, who took part in my friends survey and prompted "a change of positions". (Actually, I had wanted to write that like forever. ;) )
Many thanks to: pint_of_boyd for quick and most helpful beta reading! *glomptackles* <3!
*****
"I want you."
Three words, breathed hotly into Norrington's ear and a series of kisses more passionate and demanding than he had ever experienced - not only with this man, but at all - were reliable clues that this time, everything would be different.
This time, Hornblower was challenging him, his gaze unbreakable, his hands determined, his body tempting perpetually. This time, Hornblower would not offer himself as he used to, would not yield to Norrington's passion.
Pressed against each other firmly, fiercely, as if any second could tear them apart, they lay on the cot, superior and subordinate, lover and beloved. Norrington could feel Hornblower's slightest moves under his weight. Hornblower could sense every shiver, every little gasp Norrington was so eager to conceal.
The lieutenant was faring war against his captain's resolve. Would Norrington stand up against him, or would he surrender?
Familiar territory. Dare and calculate.
With a quick move, Hornblower changed their positions. His hands grabbed Norrington's wrists, pressing them against the sheets of the cot as he ground his hips against the other man's with enough force to make him moan.
Just then, Norrington tore his gaze from Hornblower's. Just then, he realized he had never seen Hornblower this way, his curly hair falling into his flushed face, the demanding look in his dark eyes, the way his chest bathed in the soft light of the candle on the table, the tension in his muscles as he supported his weight with his arms, small droplets of sweat running down his face and his neck.
He had always looked down on him; now he was looking up, and Hornblower had never seemed more beautiful.
Suddenly, there was no trace of doubt in his mind. Suddenly, all the muscles in Norrington's body relaxed. An unconditional surrender.
Only moments later, when he felt Hornblower move inside him and saw the look on his face as he thrust into him, drawing him closer to the edge in a way Norrington had never thought he would experience, he would realize he had not surrendered at all.
Despite everything, he had won the war.
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean/Hornblower
Pairing: James Norrington/Horatio Hornblower
Rating: R
Summary: Hornblower and Norrington explore the philosophy of war.
Word Count: 353
Author's Note: Written for jedipirate, who took part in my friends survey and prompted "a change of positions". (Actually, I had wanted to write that like forever. ;) )
Many thanks to: pint_of_boyd for quick and most helpful beta reading! *glomptackles* <3!
*****
"I want you."
Three words, breathed hotly into Norrington's ear and a series of kisses more passionate and demanding than he had ever experienced - not only with this man, but at all - were reliable clues that this time, everything would be different.
This time, Hornblower was challenging him, his gaze unbreakable, his hands determined, his body tempting perpetually. This time, Hornblower would not offer himself as he used to, would not yield to Norrington's passion.
Pressed against each other firmly, fiercely, as if any second could tear them apart, they lay on the cot, superior and subordinate, lover and beloved. Norrington could feel Hornblower's slightest moves under his weight. Hornblower could sense every shiver, every little gasp Norrington was so eager to conceal.
The lieutenant was faring war against his captain's resolve. Would Norrington stand up against him, or would he surrender?
Familiar territory. Dare and calculate.
With a quick move, Hornblower changed their positions. His hands grabbed Norrington's wrists, pressing them against the sheets of the cot as he ground his hips against the other man's with enough force to make him moan.
Just then, Norrington tore his gaze from Hornblower's. Just then, he realized he had never seen Hornblower this way, his curly hair falling into his flushed face, the demanding look in his dark eyes, the way his chest bathed in the soft light of the candle on the table, the tension in his muscles as he supported his weight with his arms, small droplets of sweat running down his face and his neck.
He had always looked down on him; now he was looking up, and Hornblower had never seemed more beautiful.
Suddenly, there was no trace of doubt in his mind. Suddenly, all the muscles in Norrington's body relaxed. An unconditional surrender.
Only moments later, when he felt Hornblower move inside him and saw the look on his face as he thrust into him, drawing him closer to the edge in a way Norrington had never thought he would experience, he would realize he had not surrendered at all.
Despite everything, he had won the war.