Eight uses of pieces of eight (Prompt #5: Coin)
Title: Eight uses of pieces of eight
Characters/Pairings: Beckett/Jack, Beckett/Mercer if you really squint, Beckett/random whore, Calypso, Beckett's father
Rating: R
Word Count: 8x100
Prompt: Coin at cutler_beckett
Eight uses of pieces of eight
1.) Traitorous friend
Lord Cutler Beckett remembers a time when he didn’t know wealth from poverty and the sharp clinking sound of coins didn’t send cold waves of need through his body. Horses, books, expensive clothes and strict teachers were all he saw and he was flourishing in the fierce adoration of his friends.
Two week’s before his sixth birthday he found his father with his head buried in his large hands. There were no presents for him that year and none of his friends came.
He got his armada of gifts a month later but the friends were never allowed to return.
2.) Power
His first time was with a whore carefully chosen by his father based on criteria Cutler knew nothing about. She was healthy, plump and smelled of cheap soap and boredom but she knew well how to handle his eager, inexperienced flesh. Her pink palms were warm just like Mother’s, her tongue unimaginably skilful, her mouth hot and wet. But her brown eyes only sparkled when he took out the leather sac his father had given him that morning and he wasn’t even surprised to realize that he enjoyed his new-found power over the wench’s fortune more than the sex itself.
3.) Temptation
He has learned a lot since that sweet time he held his first round, weightless coin between his fingers, he has forced them into submission since then, they had become his confidants, his cautious allies, but never friends. He didn’t want friendship anyway. He has seen what they could make other people do without any effort on his part. He has seen strong men break in the hope of wealth, he has seen children betray their brothers, he has felt willing wetness between supposedly chaste legs. The power of money. And he controls it more absolutely than any other man.
4.) Toy
The barely-there touch of the cold metal was delicious torture against his ticklish, white skin. A terrible weapon in the dark, practiced hands of his lover. Sliding down the bridge of his nose, over his pouting, moist lips, the line of his neck, his heaving chest, down lower, over the length of his desperately hard cock. The white pearls of his need were glistening seductively on the coin as it slid over his balls and he gasped loudly as it pressed ever so slightly against his entrance, preparing him for what he needed more than air itself.
“Jack, fuck me!”
5.) Puzzle
He spends hours in his office trying to make sense of scraps, bits and pieces of information seemingly not fitting together. Pieces of eight. There must be a reason, a simple, glaringly obvious reason and he knows Jack wouldn’t miss the opportunity to point out his inadequacy at figuring it all out. Jack. He’s what it always comes down to, always. Now just like all those years ago when he still believed in sweet words and sparkling dark eyes. And Beckett knows he will never be able to sleep in peace until he puts an end to such haunting thoughts.
6.) Prop
The meeting is nothing like he imagined. Jack is flamboyant and crazy, but cold and hard under the fairytale coating. A heartless rock under the ever so charming myth. And Beckett feels proud that he seems to have caused just as much damage as he himself has to try and cope with every day. Jack grins and throws the coins in the air, catching them effortlessly, completely ignoring the past still weighing them down. His silence pierces Beckett’s heart and the coins, these props to Jack’s madness fall soundlessly to the ground when Beckett’s shaking, reluctant fingers pull the trigger.
7.) Payment
He’s staring at the coins covered with Jack’s blood even after Mercer has removed them all. He still sees them scattered on the floor, the only witnesses to the first time his own hands ever got sticky with someone’s death.
Not someone’s. Jack’s.
He wanted to send the coins with Jack for the passage but Mercer dragged him away from the corps he was clutching like a lifeline. It was then that he saw the goddess, watching him with sad eyes, reaching out for him like a forgiving mother. But he just laughed, unable to stop despite Mercer’s horrified look.
8.) Symbol
It’s a quiet place, nothing like the scolding heat and wild sound of the Caribbean. The doctors say it’s better for the rest he so desperately needs. He likes being here but his favourite place is the small lake near the gamekeeper’s cottage. Every day he goes there throwing one coin after the other into the purging white water, every coin heavy with his deeds, taking them to the depth, freeing him from the past.
And every day, after exactly an hour Mercer takes the pebbles gently out of his hands and leads him quietly back to the house.
Characters/Pairings: Beckett/Jack, Beckett/Mercer if you really squint, Beckett/random whore, Calypso, Beckett's father
Rating: R
Word Count: 8x100
Prompt: Coin at cutler_beckett
Eight uses of pieces of eight
1.) Traitorous friend
Lord Cutler Beckett remembers a time when he didn’t know wealth from poverty and the sharp clinking sound of coins didn’t send cold waves of need through his body. Horses, books, expensive clothes and strict teachers were all he saw and he was flourishing in the fierce adoration of his friends.
Two week’s before his sixth birthday he found his father with his head buried in his large hands. There were no presents for him that year and none of his friends came.
He got his armada of gifts a month later but the friends were never allowed to return.
2.) Power
His first time was with a whore carefully chosen by his father based on criteria Cutler knew nothing about. She was healthy, plump and smelled of cheap soap and boredom but she knew well how to handle his eager, inexperienced flesh. Her pink palms were warm just like Mother’s, her tongue unimaginably skilful, her mouth hot and wet. But her brown eyes only sparkled when he took out the leather sac his father had given him that morning and he wasn’t even surprised to realize that he enjoyed his new-found power over the wench’s fortune more than the sex itself.
3.) Temptation
He has learned a lot since that sweet time he held his first round, weightless coin between his fingers, he has forced them into submission since then, they had become his confidants, his cautious allies, but never friends. He didn’t want friendship anyway. He has seen what they could make other people do without any effort on his part. He has seen strong men break in the hope of wealth, he has seen children betray their brothers, he has felt willing wetness between supposedly chaste legs. The power of money. And he controls it more absolutely than any other man.
4.) Toy
The barely-there touch of the cold metal was delicious torture against his ticklish, white skin. A terrible weapon in the dark, practiced hands of his lover. Sliding down the bridge of his nose, over his pouting, moist lips, the line of his neck, his heaving chest, down lower, over the length of his desperately hard cock. The white pearls of his need were glistening seductively on the coin as it slid over his balls and he gasped loudly as it pressed ever so slightly against his entrance, preparing him for what he needed more than air itself.
“Jack, fuck me!”
5.) Puzzle
He spends hours in his office trying to make sense of scraps, bits and pieces of information seemingly not fitting together. Pieces of eight. There must be a reason, a simple, glaringly obvious reason and he knows Jack wouldn’t miss the opportunity to point out his inadequacy at figuring it all out. Jack. He’s what it always comes down to, always. Now just like all those years ago when he still believed in sweet words and sparkling dark eyes. And Beckett knows he will never be able to sleep in peace until he puts an end to such haunting thoughts.
6.) Prop
The meeting is nothing like he imagined. Jack is flamboyant and crazy, but cold and hard under the fairytale coating. A heartless rock under the ever so charming myth. And Beckett feels proud that he seems to have caused just as much damage as he himself has to try and cope with every day. Jack grins and throws the coins in the air, catching them effortlessly, completely ignoring the past still weighing them down. His silence pierces Beckett’s heart and the coins, these props to Jack’s madness fall soundlessly to the ground when Beckett’s shaking, reluctant fingers pull the trigger.
7.) Payment
He’s staring at the coins covered with Jack’s blood even after Mercer has removed them all. He still sees them scattered on the floor, the only witnesses to the first time his own hands ever got sticky with someone’s death.
Not someone’s. Jack’s.
He wanted to send the coins with Jack for the passage but Mercer dragged him away from the corps he was clutching like a lifeline. It was then that he saw the goddess, watching him with sad eyes, reaching out for him like a forgiving mother. But he just laughed, unable to stop despite Mercer’s horrified look.
8.) Symbol
It’s a quiet place, nothing like the scolding heat and wild sound of the Caribbean. The doctors say it’s better for the rest he so desperately needs. He likes being here but his favourite place is the small lake near the gamekeeper’s cottage. Every day he goes there throwing one coin after the other into the purging white water, every coin heavy with his deeds, taking them to the depth, freeing him from the past.
And every day, after exactly an hour Mercer takes the pebbles gently out of his hands and leads him quietly back to the house.