Ficlet: Not his fault
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heathcee
Category: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17 (in that valid informed consent not actually given)
Feedback: Would be most welcome
Disclaimer: Made this up
Archive: Of course, but just ask
It's not his fault. Not his fault.
Viggo is just too much, too much animal, too much sex - Viggo is sex on a stick. Sean's tired of thinking, way past longing and so fucking far beyond wanting that he's lost the way back. Their friendship strong at first, now, like the fellowship to which they belong on set, on a knife-edge. Viggo's every movement invites Sean to touch, to take, to consume. Since when did Viggo assume the right to interfere with Sean's thoughts both awake and in dreams? Conscious thoughts that have him hard within seconds and cursing his weakness. Dreams that leave him breathless, sticky and sweating, semen cooling on his belly as he shouts himself awake.
Enough, he thinks one night, as he and Viggo are having a drink at Viggo's cabin. Enough is enough, he thinks as he watches Viggo standing in front of the window, barefoot (now there's a surprise) and wearing only faded black jeans. More than enough, he thinks, as Viggo turns and smiles that planet-tilting, groin-igniting, fuckmeoverthesofa smile. And without a word Sean is out of his chair, his hands on Viggo's waist turning him against the wall, pressing his body up close to Viggo's, breathing deeply - inhaling his scent.
And Viggo pushes back, trying to get free, "what the fuck? Sean ..? Christ …!" as Sean's fingers unfasten his jeans with obscene haste and push them down over his hips.
"Fuck, this is not.. no.. it's not right, it's not how..," Viggo gasps as Sean's hand curls around his growing erection, stroking firmly. "No - of course it isn't," Sean replies, "that's why you're so ready for me, that's why you're so hard and so hot in my hand." Still pushing Viggo to the wall, Sean unfastens his own jeans and pushes them and his boxers to the floor. Stepping out of them, he presses his body close to Viggo, revelling in the feel of his cock against Viggo's muscled ass. Sean runs his tongue up the side of Viggo's neck. "So hot, so hard - you want this," he mutters into Viggo's shoulder, licking and biting skin he thought he would never get to taste. And oh yes Sean can taste the fear and desire in his sweat all salty and sweet, as he strokes the other man harder. Collects precome in a sweaty hand, nudges Viggo's legs further apart. Adds spit to his hand to lubricate his cock and with a low groan, thrusts into Viggo hard in one brutal push, lifting him onto his toes. Viggo hisses loudly in pain but Sean stops only for a second to catch his breath. No preparation, no finesse, - fucking hell - not even lube - knows its not right but fuck, how can such incredibly tight fucking heat like this be wrong?
Not his fault, not his fault.
Fucks him hard and fast and deep, Viggo's cheek pressed up against the cabin wall with Sean's right hand between his shoulder blades, scratching random patterns on perfect skin, the other digging into his left hip.
Not his fault, not his fault.
And Viggo is grating out a litany of expletives - "bastard, oh you bastard .. Sean .. fuck", driving back into Sean, his words doing nothing to dampen the fire that is now so beyond Sean's control.
Not his fault, not his fault.
Too hot, too much, Sean thinks as he thrusts in deep once more and empties himself into Viggo with a shout. Sean doesn't care whether Viggo's come or not, collapses against Viggo's back, shaking violently. It was everything he thought it would be and yet nothing. Even as the last of his spasms recede, prickles of regret fall on Sean like large drops of summer rain - never even kissed his mouth - lifts his hands to Viggo's trembling shoulders. Runs his hands down Viggo's arms. "Vig.. I … Fuck!" Sean is unprepared for Viggo's elbow driving into his upper abdomen with surprising force, pushing him back and away. Bent double and gasping for breath, he looks up with difficulty expecting to see hurt and anger in Viggo's face. Is unprepared for the emptiness in the eyes that meet his briefly before Viggo leaves the room without a word.
End
Author:
heathceeCategory: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17 (in that valid informed consent not actually given)
Feedback: Would be most welcome
Disclaimer: Made this up
Archive: Of course, but just ask
It's not his fault. Not his fault.
Viggo is just too much, too much animal, too much sex - Viggo is sex on a stick. Sean's tired of thinking, way past longing and so fucking far beyond wanting that he's lost the way back. Their friendship strong at first, now, like the fellowship to which they belong on set, on a knife-edge. Viggo's every movement invites Sean to touch, to take, to consume. Since when did Viggo assume the right to interfere with Sean's thoughts both awake and in dreams? Conscious thoughts that have him hard within seconds and cursing his weakness. Dreams that leave him breathless, sticky and sweating, semen cooling on his belly as he shouts himself awake.
Enough, he thinks one night, as he and Viggo are having a drink at Viggo's cabin. Enough is enough, he thinks as he watches Viggo standing in front of the window, barefoot (now there's a surprise) and wearing only faded black jeans. More than enough, he thinks, as Viggo turns and smiles that planet-tilting, groin-igniting, fuckmeoverthesofa smile. And without a word Sean is out of his chair, his hands on Viggo's waist turning him against the wall, pressing his body up close to Viggo's, breathing deeply - inhaling his scent.
And Viggo pushes back, trying to get free, "what the fuck? Sean ..? Christ …!" as Sean's fingers unfasten his jeans with obscene haste and push them down over his hips.
"Fuck, this is not.. no.. it's not right, it's not how..," Viggo gasps as Sean's hand curls around his growing erection, stroking firmly. "No - of course it isn't," Sean replies, "that's why you're so ready for me, that's why you're so hard and so hot in my hand." Still pushing Viggo to the wall, Sean unfastens his own jeans and pushes them and his boxers to the floor. Stepping out of them, he presses his body close to Viggo, revelling in the feel of his cock against Viggo's muscled ass. Sean runs his tongue up the side of Viggo's neck. "So hot, so hard - you want this," he mutters into Viggo's shoulder, licking and biting skin he thought he would never get to taste. And oh yes Sean can taste the fear and desire in his sweat all salty and sweet, as he strokes the other man harder. Collects precome in a sweaty hand, nudges Viggo's legs further apart. Adds spit to his hand to lubricate his cock and with a low groan, thrusts into Viggo hard in one brutal push, lifting him onto his toes. Viggo hisses loudly in pain but Sean stops only for a second to catch his breath. No preparation, no finesse, - fucking hell - not even lube - knows its not right but fuck, how can such incredibly tight fucking heat like this be wrong?
Not his fault, not his fault.
Fucks him hard and fast and deep, Viggo's cheek pressed up against the cabin wall with Sean's right hand between his shoulder blades, scratching random patterns on perfect skin, the other digging into his left hip.
Not his fault, not his fault.
And Viggo is grating out a litany of expletives - "bastard, oh you bastard .. Sean .. fuck", driving back into Sean, his words doing nothing to dampen the fire that is now so beyond Sean's control.
Not his fault, not his fault.
Too hot, too much, Sean thinks as he thrusts in deep once more and empties himself into Viggo with a shout. Sean doesn't care whether Viggo's come or not, collapses against Viggo's back, shaking violently. It was everything he thought it would be and yet nothing. Even as the last of his spasms recede, prickles of regret fall on Sean like large drops of summer rain - never even kissed his mouth - lifts his hands to Viggo's trembling shoulders. Runs his hands down Viggo's arms. "Vig.. I … Fuck!" Sean is unprepared for Viggo's elbow driving into his upper abdomen with surprising force, pushing him back and away. Bent double and gasping for breath, he looks up with difficulty expecting to see hurt and anger in Viggo's face. Is unprepared for the emptiness in the eyes that meet his briefly before Viggo leaves the room without a word.
End
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Date: 2003-07-11 11:59 am (UTC)it's not that Vig didn't want, but he didn't want like that.
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Date: 2003-07-12 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-11 12:00 pm (UTC)hope that helps!
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Date: 2003-07-11 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-11 12:02 pm (UTC)I think I've blown some major fuses reading this, it's so hot and so angsty. I am trying to work out who's gonna be sadder, Viggo or Sean..
*volunteers to comfort Viggo* and *volunteers to comfort Sean*
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Date: 2003-07-12 07:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-11 12:14 pm (UTC)I'm not sure who I feel for more, sean or vig.
//snuggles them
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Date: 2003-07-12 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-11 01:32 pm (UTC)Nasty stuff! And very powerful. Am not feeling very sympathetic towards Sean, though. No matter his motives. Just... argh. You bastard! *calms down*
In short: great ficlet! :D
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Date: 2003-07-11 05:41 pm (UTC)*purrs* Good Viggo, nice boy...we'll find you a nice, warm, gentle Sean... *cuddles Viggo*
*grin* Yes, I'm unhinged. And I loved this. (Even if I feel the urge to beat Sean senseles...) And eep! barefoot shirtless Viggo in a window at night... *drools copiously on computer*
Sequel, yes?
~Kris
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Date: 2003-07-12 06:18 am (UTC):-)
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