fic: Lead Us Not... (Viggo/Bean, adult)
Nov. 26th, 2008 04:08 amtitle: Lead Us Not...
by:
stormatdusk
pairing: viggo/bean
rating: adult
warnings: it's only in fantasy, but i suppose some might think it blasphemous.
disclaimer: this is only fiction; i don't know these people and make no profit from this tale.
a/n: for
caras_galadhon, written for her halloween prompts of "Angels and Demons" and the pic below. sorry i'm so late; your prompts stumped me for the longest time! as luck would have it, i'm finally un-stumped on your birthday! *birthday hugs*

"Gah, get off, let me sleep. Yeh wore me out last night, yeh madman."
"I'm just reaching for a pen from your nightstand. Anyway, last night was not my fault. Not when you dressed like that."
"Like what? Wore a suit, nothing special."
"A potato sack is special on you - - and don't act like you don't know it - - but that's not what I mean."
"I was hosting a children's charity event; what was I supposed to wear?"
"You wore the black suit."
"So? I've worn it before, Vig."
"Yeah, but it was what you wore with it."
"What, shoes?"
"Yes, smart ass, shoes. Black shoes."
"Wha - - ?"
"Black shoes. And a black shirt, and a black tie. And then Mrs. South… South… what was the organizer's name again?"
"Southfield."
"Yeah, Mrs. Southfield - - she's nice, and such a great job she does for those kids, doesn't she? - - she was chatting with me some, and she said you were an angel to be donating your time for the kids like that."
"Aw, that were nice. Still, don't know why that makes it my fault that you felt the need to bugger me six ways to Sunday last night. Me poor arse!"
"It is your fault. And your suit's fault. And, well, probably also some of Mrs. South… South…"
"field…"
"Yeah, Mrs. Southfield, probably some of her fault, too."
"It's Mrs. Southfield's fault that my arse feels like the floor of a Wellington dance club after a busy weekend?"
"She called you an angel."
"And what, you got so jealous you had to take me home and mark me as yours before Mrs. Southfield could sweep me off me feet?"
"She called you an angel, and I looked up at you on the stage, and there you were, and yeah, I could see 'angel,' but all in black… well... you were more of a priest, actually."
"A priest? You thought I looked like a priest??"
"Yes."
"A priest. I was a priest."
"Yes."
"Viggo, I was not a priest! I looked nothing like a priest."
"A sexy priest."
"Viggo! You mustn't say such - "
"A really fucking sexy priest."
"Viggo!"
"So then I started wondering what you had on underneath those robes…."
"It were a suit!"
"… maybe nothing. Maybe nothing but golden skin and a hard cock and a perfect ass…"
"Jesus, Viggo! Stop - "
"…a perfect, tight ass, just aching for me. Just begging for me to fill it, fill it up with my fingers and my tongue and my prick. Just take it and make it mine and own it completely."
"You're gonna get us both sent straight to hell, talking like that!"
"I did play Lucifer, you know."
"Bloody hell! So… the entire time, while you were fucking me brains out last night, you were fantasizing…"
"Yes."
"…that I was a priest…"
"Yep."
"…and that you were the devil…"
"You betcha."
"Viggo… that's… that's… - -"
"What?"
"That's… kinda hot."
"It's totally hot."
…
…
"So… would you… would you wear the suit tonight?"
"Seanie, I'll even make you come to confession."
end
by:
pairing: viggo/bean
rating: adult
warnings: it's only in fantasy, but i suppose some might think it blasphemous.
disclaimer: this is only fiction; i don't know these people and make no profit from this tale.
a/n: for

"Gah, get off, let me sleep. Yeh wore me out last night, yeh madman."
"I'm just reaching for a pen from your nightstand. Anyway, last night was not my fault. Not when you dressed like that."
"Like what? Wore a suit, nothing special."
"A potato sack is special on you - - and don't act like you don't know it - - but that's not what I mean."
"I was hosting a children's charity event; what was I supposed to wear?"
"You wore the black suit."
"So? I've worn it before, Vig."
"Yeah, but it was what you wore with it."
"What, shoes?"
"Yes, smart ass, shoes. Black shoes."
"Wha - - ?"
"Black shoes. And a black shirt, and a black tie. And then Mrs. South… South… what was the organizer's name again?"
"Southfield."
"Yeah, Mrs. Southfield - - she's nice, and such a great job she does for those kids, doesn't she? - - she was chatting with me some, and she said you were an angel to be donating your time for the kids like that."
"Aw, that were nice. Still, don't know why that makes it my fault that you felt the need to bugger me six ways to Sunday last night. Me poor arse!"
"It is your fault. And your suit's fault. And, well, probably also some of Mrs. South… South…"
"field…"
"Yeah, Mrs. Southfield, probably some of her fault, too."
"It's Mrs. Southfield's fault that my arse feels like the floor of a Wellington dance club after a busy weekend?"
"She called you an angel."
"And what, you got so jealous you had to take me home and mark me as yours before Mrs. Southfield could sweep me off me feet?"
"She called you an angel, and I looked up at you on the stage, and there you were, and yeah, I could see 'angel,' but all in black… well... you were more of a priest, actually."
"A priest? You thought I looked like a priest??"
"Yes."
"A priest. I was a priest."
"Yes."
"Viggo, I was not a priest! I looked nothing like a priest."
"A sexy priest."
"Viggo! You mustn't say such - "
"A really fucking sexy priest."
"Viggo!"
"So then I started wondering what you had on underneath those robes…."
"It were a suit!"
"… maybe nothing. Maybe nothing but golden skin and a hard cock and a perfect ass…"
"Jesus, Viggo! Stop - "
"…a perfect, tight ass, just aching for me. Just begging for me to fill it, fill it up with my fingers and my tongue and my prick. Just take it and make it mine and own it completely."
"You're gonna get us both sent straight to hell, talking like that!"
"I did play Lucifer, you know."
"Bloody hell! So… the entire time, while you were fucking me brains out last night, you were fantasizing…"
"Yes."
"…that I was a priest…"
"Yep."
"…and that you were the devil…"
"You betcha."
"Viggo… that's… that's… - -"
"What?"
"That's… kinda hot."
"It's totally hot."
…
…
"So… would you… would you wear the suit tonight?"
"Seanie, I'll even make you come to confession."
end
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Date: 2008-11-26 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-27 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-26 02:05 pm (UTC)I agree, both hot and funny.
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Date: 2008-11-27 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-26 04:04 pm (UTC)still snickering over "It's Mrs. Southfield's fault that my arse feels like the floor of a Wellington dance club after a busy weekend?"
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Date: 2008-11-27 05:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-26 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-27 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-26 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-27 05:49 am (UTC)wow, gorgeous icon.
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Date: 2008-11-26 06:52 pm (UTC)of course sean would feel that little twinge over the priest ting while viggo doesn't give a shit and loved it for it's perviness factor!
the word coming out of sean's mouth about the stahe of his ass and how it got that way made me drool, majorly.
thanks for writing this - viggo as lucifer was one of his better roles, imho. and you help again to see why. :D
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Date: 2008-11-27 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-27 01:20 am (UTC)Viggo is a bad, bad man. Fortunately, so is Bean, whether he likes to admit it or not. Hee!
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Date: 2008-11-27 05:53 am (UTC)i am still so happily enamored thinking of your beautiful story (i am horrible with titles, so forgive me) about viggo and his family rescuing a tortured, mute sean and nursing him back to life, etc. it was just wonderful.
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Date: 2008-11-27 05:54 am (UTC)That was very hot. LOL
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Date: 2008-11-27 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-28 06:17 pm (UTC)Seanie, I'll even make you come to confession Fabulous! *applauds*
And I didn't realise you wrote the VigBean slash - where have I been? *g*
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Date: 2008-11-29 04:06 am (UTC)one of my very favorite pairings, since my start in slash. *g*
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Date: 2008-11-29 08:54 am (UTC)