Here is some Beckington for you then! And I even managed to sneak in a little bondage. ;D
Title: White Knight's Counterattack Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean Rated: PG-13 Prompt: PotC: Norrington and a bit of bondage, possibly Beckington
The evening was already off to a bad start shortly after James Norrington began to regain conscious. Cutler Beckett sat in a plush chair in his bedroom and watched, amused, as the Admiral ran through the whole gamut of emotions. Shock from waking up somewhere unfamiliar, embarrassment at finding himself without a stitch of clothing on, and anger as he realized that his wrists were bound to an ornate canopied bed. Things rather took a nosedive after that point though when shame and frustration were replaced by an infuriating and steely calmness. Beckett had half-expected that, but he'd still hoped that restraint and nudity might've subdued Norrington somewhat. Apparently not.
Rising from the chair, Cutler offered a poisonous smile to his "guest". "Hello, Admiral."
Norrington's green eyes narrowed. "Lord Beckett? What is the meaning of this? Untie me at once!"
Beckett waved a hand dismissively and continued on as if he hadn't heard the demand. "Clearly an Admiral's commission was not enough to buy you, was it? It would be clear to anyone who deigned to look that you work for me but that you aren't truly mine."
"I don't belong to anyone, my Lord," James answered evenly.
Cutler stalked over to the bed and yanked on one of the silken white ties around James's wrist. "I could take you right now if I wished."
Norrington shrugged, a difficult gesture with the bonds holding him. "My body, yes, but that's all. You can't take or force what must be given freely."
Beckett slapped him across the face but not hard. The blow was meant to hurt Norrington's pride rather then his cheek. "I own you," Cutler hissed coldly.
James smiled past the sting, but it wasn't the small, tightlipped smile of a well-to-do commodore or the wounded grimace of a beaten down drunkard. James's smile was proud and roguish, a pirate's smile. "You couldn't own me if you tried."
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Title: White Knight's Counterattack
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rated: PG-13
Prompt: PotC: Norrington and a bit of bondage, possibly Beckington
The evening was already off to a bad start shortly after James Norrington began to regain conscious. Cutler Beckett sat in a plush chair in his bedroom and watched, amused, as the Admiral ran through the whole gamut of emotions. Shock from waking up somewhere unfamiliar, embarrassment at finding himself without a stitch of clothing on, and anger as he realized that his wrists were bound to an ornate canopied bed. Things rather took a nosedive after that point though when shame and frustration were replaced by an infuriating and steely calmness. Beckett had half-expected that, but he'd still hoped that restraint and nudity might've subdued Norrington somewhat. Apparently not.
Rising from the chair, Cutler offered a poisonous smile to his "guest". "Hello, Admiral."
Norrington's green eyes narrowed. "Lord Beckett? What is the meaning of this? Untie me at once!"
Beckett waved a hand dismissively and continued on as if he hadn't heard the demand. "Clearly an Admiral's commission was not enough to buy you, was it? It would be clear to anyone who deigned to look that you work for me but that you aren't truly mine."
"I don't belong to anyone, my Lord," James answered evenly.
Cutler stalked over to the bed and yanked on one of the silken white ties around James's wrist. "I could take you right now if I wished."
Norrington shrugged, a difficult gesture with the bonds holding him. "My body, yes, but that's all. You can't take or force what must be given freely."
Beckett slapped him across the face but not hard. The blow was meant to hurt Norrington's pride rather then his cheek. "I own you," Cutler hissed coldly.
James smiled past the sting, but it wasn't the small, tightlipped smile of a well-to-do commodore or the wounded grimace of a beaten down drunkard. James's smile was proud and roguish, a pirate's smile. "You couldn't own me if you tried."