"Come for me, James," Beckett grunted as he threaded his fingers through the other man's hair and grasped a slender hip in a bruising grip. "No," James growled back, fisting his hands in the sheets and gnashing his crooked teeth on a pillow sham. Both men were slick with sweat from fighting each other along with their mutual desire, Cutler's hand kept slipping off Norrington's hip. "Come on, come for me," Beckett bit out; clamping both hands on Norrington's narrow hips and bearing down on him. "No-OH!" Norrington's denial ended in a moan as he began to release into Cutler's onslaught. "Yes," Beckett hissed and finished inside James' trembling body.
Cutler slumped over James and panted into the back of his neck. Norrington jerked and swung his arm back at Beckett, moving him just enough to roll out from under him and onto his side. Cutler slid up to him from behind and slid a palm down James' bicep. "Get off me," Norrington demanded as he grabbed Beckett's wrist and threw his hand back at him. "Oh, James, you must not be that way. I know you liked it," Cutler chastised with a grin. Norrington huffed, "I would rather not like it and preserve my dignity." "Oh yes, like you had any dignity when I found you," Beckett muttered. "Actually, I found you. Pervert," James corrected, and tacked on the insult.
"Stop that!" Beckett slapped Norrington's buttock in retaliation. "You stop it!" James yelled and lurched up in the bed, ready to flee. Cutler snatched James' wrist and pulled him back, saying, "Come back," in that little pleading, wheedling voice he had, the one that made Norrington feel sorry for him. "I just want to sleep," James said wearily. "Fine," Beckett pouted and began gathering up the top sheet that was laid across the bed; neither of them enjoyed sleeping in the wet spot. The bunched up sheet was thrown on the floor at the foot of the bed and both slid under the remaining sheet. Cutler would wait until James fell asleep before bunting up to him.
The eyes of the Golden Idol on the mantel came alive and glowed in the sultry darkness. There was greediness in the eyes of the goddess as her gaze stroked down on the two figures in the bed. A fine tribute they had made unto her, if a bit unorthodox. Still, there was some power left in her and she called upon the Moon and the Earth and the stars trembled at her request. Deep in the womb of the Earth bloody magma roiled up to reach for the moonbeams that sought to tether the Oceans to the Heavens and in that moment before the forces of Heaven and Earth began to tear at each other was perfect silence and perfect stillness.