Top Secret

Title: "Top Secret" (300 words)
Author: Jimbo
Fandom: 'James Bond, GoldenEye'
Pairing: Bond/Trevelyan (Pierce Brosnan, Sean Bean)
Date: March 11, 2006
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters -- just borrowing them for the fun of it.
Warnings: Slash.
Notes: Thought I'd revisit these guys and let them play one of my favorite games.
Notes: Written for Challenge #67 "Secret" at slashthedrabble.

"Alec, you know I'll win."

There was only one fair way to decide their contest of will. It shouldn't depend on physical strength or speed or trickery. It had to come down to the actual act itself, to the ultimate test of which man could best forego the pleasure or withstand the pain.

The instrument was flesh colored, long and latex, and it had two heads, like a mythical beast.

"You know, 007," Trevelyan said through gritted teeth. "Technically I outrank you."

"Having the lower number doesn't indicate rank," Bond answered, squeezing his anus and leaning forward on the damp mattress. "Especially here." His brow was wrinkled in concentration and dotted with moisture.

Trevelyan smiled. "You're getting wet, James. It's slipping in deeper, despite your strength. Why don't you lie back and enjoy it?"

Bond smiled. If his fellow secret agent had decided to resort to verbal encouragement, he must be losing ground. He was glad they had decided to leave one of the lamps lit so he could watch Trevelyan's eyes.

"I have to admit it feels bloody good," Bond admitted. "It makes you wonder how buggery got such a bad name."

Trevelyan looked smug as he suddenly thrust forward, trying to take the advantage. Bond saw his chance and bore down on the dildo's neck, letting Trevelyan's straining muscles swallow more of the beast inadvertently, a pivotal error in judgment.

"Ah, Alec. You're like a butterfly who's landed purposely on the pin. Now all I need to do is fasten you down." With a quick move Bond loomed over Trevelyan and used his heaving hips to do just that.

Trevelyan closed his eyes and threw up one hand, his moans indicating glorious defeat.

"Why, James?" he murmured when he had finally finished coming.

"Why do you always win?"

The End