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Forgive me for posting this here, I already wrote it some time ago and posted it on fellow_shippers, so quite a few might already have seen it. I'm feeling very bored today and had the urge to pester somebody, so I'm taking the liberty to be vain and ask you to read this. :-)

Title: Of Kings and Men
Author: lea_ysaye
Pairing: Viggo/Sean/YOU
Rating: R
Disclaimer: As much I will this to be true, it isn't.
Feedback: Yes, pretty please. I'm in a feedback-whorish mood.
Archive: I'd be honored, just tell me where.
Warning: The YOU in the pairing is you, the reader, so that means, for most of us, that there is some het content here. This is an unusual form of slash, but I rather like it and think it's quite hot. It's very much PWP.
Summary: The new girl gets it on...



Of Kings and Men

"Bean, over here! Now!"

A loud voice is the first thing you hear. Standing in front of the warehouse in wich, as you know, the most interesting movie of the moment is made, you hesitate. Suddenly you feel terribly nervous. You tuck at your skirt, brush a hand through your hair, and take a deep breath. Then you gather all your bravery and step through the door.

"Now, quiet everyone." Somebody closes the door you just stepped through. "And Action!"

This is the same voice you had heard the moment before you'd come in. Peter Jackson! Your heart stops for a second.

Inside it is pretty dark. Your eyes need a moment to adjust. Then you can see a man sitting on a bench. His hair is dark. He is reading a book. This must be Arag…eh, Viggo Mortensen. Your heart stops again. This man… When you had been offered that job you were thrilled to work on a real film – the film -, and you had tried to find out as much as possible about the people involved. Among other things you had stumbled across a movie with Viggo – The Indian Runner – and it had taken your breath away. Not just him being naked on screen (this thought now causes a tickly feeling that creeps from your stomach to your groin) but his entire performace. After seeing that film you had roamed around until you had found most of his other films, too.

Your gaze is distracted as another camera now moves over to the left. You follow with your eyes, and the feeling in your stomach grows stronger. Out of the shadows there steps another man. His hair is slightly lighter than Viggo's, but he is as gorgeous as the other man. It's Sean Bean. All you can suddenly think of is the voice of this gorgeous man. And then, as they start the dialogue, every thought deserts your brain. You just listen to Sean …oh, this voice… while a fire burns inside you.

You don't even now which words were spoken, when suddenly a loud "CUT" disturbs your contemplation. Your brain has considerable difficulties starting business again, so you hardly realize that somebody is talking to you. Only reluctantly you turn your dreamy eyes away from the two men who are now standing with another man, who must certainly be Peter.

"Helloho? Can you hear me?" You focus on the blurry form right in front of you. It's Carolynne Cunningham, First Assistant Director on the film and the woman who made it possible that you are here today.

"Oh, Carolynne, I'm sorry. I…didn't see…"

"Of course not. You were gazing at our filthy men, weren't you?" Carolynne throws you a knowing look.

"Come, let me introduce you to…Pete."

You follow her, still slightly dazzled. And embarrassed. But mostly your brain is still locked to certain images that just don't want to go away. Images of men…and limbs, slung around you…and fingers, many fingers, that… You shake your head slightly. Unbelievable, you never knew such desires before. 'Now concentrate. And be nice,' you say to yourself when you reach the three men.

"…,she is my new assistant. And these are Peter Jackson, Viggo Mortensen and Sean Bean."

She must have introduced you. You didn't hear her saying your name. Confused… but Peter smiles at you warmly.

"Good to meet you. Nice to have you on board. Did you see the scene we just shot? Did you like what you saw?"

Oh god, the images again. You blush and try to smile.

"Yes, thank you. I'm glad to be here," you manage to mutter.

Is it your imagination or is Sean Bean really looking you all over? You blush even more, but can't help to look at Viggo. He winks at you, and you quickly lock your gaze to the floor.

Peter now turns to leave. "Caro, could you come with me to my office for a second? There are a few schedules you ought to have a look at." He waves at the two men. "And you boys…why don't you take the lady here for a tour around the place. And then go and have lunch. Be back at 2 pm, will you? We're going to make a few arrangements here, then we'll do the scene again."

And off he goes with Carolynne, who throws you another knowing look, before she turns away. The two men start to walk in the other direction, taking you in the middle.

"So," Sean grins at you when you look up. "You are going to work in this madhouse, too?"

You manage to nod.

"Did you ever work on a film before."

You shake your head. "I, uhm, I'm technically still a student. Keira is a friend of mine, so she asked me if I would like to help her out here, doing administrative stuff, and some organisation she doesn't have the time for."

"You might want to consider that," Sean frowns mockingly. "She really isn't that easy to work with. Beware of Carolynne's tantrums."

Viggo puts his arm protectively around your shoulders. "Don't scare her, you bastard. Caro isn't half that bad," he assures you. "Don't listen to him. And if she really tries to harm you we'll rescue you." He winks at you again.

"There he goes, our mighty king. Always willing to save a lady from the dragon."

You manage you laugh, while all the while you have to remind yourself of breathing steadily. Viggo's arm is still on your shoulders and he doesn't seem to plan on taking it away soon.

*

It's pretty late the same evening. You are in Carolynne's office, sorting through papers she was too busy to review today. You try to keep your thoughts on the matter at hand but you can't help but think of – guesses, anyone? – the two men you spend quite some time with today.

They have shown you the whole premise, their make up trailers, the costume department, the sets. They introduced you to some other members of the cast, whom you all found to be very nice.

But still, the thing you were most interested in were those two. And you got along with them splendidly. Somehow you had managed to control the feelings they had enticed in you and you had opened up. It was, in fact, incredibly funny to be around them, they were cracking jokes most of the time, pulling lines and made you laugh.

But you had talked about more serious things, too.

"Say," Viggo had said over lunch. "Are you interested in art? Do you like photography?"

"Yes, very," you had replied, partly because you knew, of course, that he is a photographer, but mainly because you are really interested.

"Maybe Viggo can show you his work sometime. He is a very good photographer." Sean smirked. "And of course, 'Would you like to see my pictures?' is a better opening line than 'Let me show you my stamp collection.'"

For this Sean had received a good smacking.

There were several things you are wondering about now. First, the way they had talked to you had been clearly sexual. Why are two men of their age and professional standing at all interested in a young and inexperienced girl like you? Not that you would mind, of course. And second, you had seen the two of them being very tactile with each other, especially later, while they deemed themselves unsupervised. (You, of course, were still not able to take your eyes of them.) 'Horny bitch!' you scold yourself now, trying to focus on the files in front of you.

And, as if as a punishment for your absentmindedness, a good load of papers pick up some speed and slip off the desk. Cursing, you stand up and go around the table to pick them up. In the instand you lean down to collect them the door opens and somebody enters the room.

You look up, and into Viggo's grinning face. He crouches down next to you now and helps you sorting the obstinate files.

"Just wanted to see how you were doing. And as I can see you are very busy."

"Yes, that was a long day and I seem to be a little distrac…, I mean, tired."

"Oh, I was actually wondering if you were still up for some drinking with the rest of the bunch. Getting to know the others and stuff."

"Uh, okay. Just let me put these away." You get off your knees and turn to put the papers in a neat pile so you can come back to them tomorrow. Viggo hands you the rest of the documents from the floor and gets up, too.

Suddenly you feel his hand in the small of your back. You paralyze, while thousand inartic-ulate thoughts fly through your head. Now the hand begins to wander, under your blouse, up your back. And the other hand joins in, caressing your neck, playing with the little curls at your nape.

You lean into the hands, sighing slightly, giving in. Slowly, you turn around now, facing the man. His hands wander over your body, your stomach, up to your breasts. You feel your nipples getting hard under the touch. His eyes are locked to yours, penetrating your soul, drinking, feeding from you. Grey and blue, like a deep well, in which you can immerse yourself.

He now leans down to kiss you, and the time stops. Your lips lock, his mouth tastes sweet, like man and…and…you have no words anymore. His tongue caresses your teeth, your own togue slips around it in a perfect fit, you…

Suddenly the door swings open. You jump guiltily from his embrace.

"There you are. Not ready yet? We want to leave for the pub, you know, so hurry up."

Sean stands in the door. Again, it's your time to blush to a deep scarlet. Did he see what you were doing? Maybe not. And if… Doesn't matter, now, does it? After all you are a grown woman and can do as you please. But you like him too… Angrily you push that thought away. After all, nothing happened, really. You look at Viggo. He looks like the impersonated innocence, winks at you and – walks out!

"Lets go Sean. And you, young lady, hurry up. We'll wait outside."

You are a little puzzled. Or is that furious? Quickly you throw a last glance about the desk, snatch your jacket and follow them. Viggo is walking down the hall, humming, with Sean trailing behind. The latter now looks back and beckons you to follow. Hurridly you lock the door and oblige.

When the three of you are almost out the door, Pete's voice suddenly calls through the building. "Viggo! Could you come over here, just a second?"

Viggo sighs, but without comment turns and walks back down the hall.

"We'll wait outside. I'll tell the others to go ahead, we'll meet them there," Sean says.

Viggo waves his hand. "Okey-dokey."

Sean holds the door and you step outside into the cool, crisp evening. Sean passes you and walks over to the parking lot where several people and cars are waiting. After a short while all of them get into the cars and drive away. Sean joins you again.

"I hope you don't mind to wait? How thoughtless of me, you should've gone with the others."

You shake your head. "No, really, I'm fine. Actually I find it very enjoyable to be outside for a moment. And since I don't really know the others yet, I rather stay with you. At least we already had lunch together."

Sean grins. "Yeah, and tomorrow we will go and look at my stamp collection." He looks at you, and you laugh.

You wait there in the dark and after a few moments you realize that it is in fact colder than you anticipated. You shiver slightly. Sena notices immediately.

"You are cold. I'm sorry I made you wait. If you like, I can keep you warm a little."

'What an odd thing to say', you think, but nevertheless you step closer to him and he takes you in his strong arms. Hmm, that doesn't feel half bad. His chest is broad and cozy and you can hear his heartbeat. He smells fantastic, like man and…and…again you loose the skill of coherent thought. And again you feel hands wander on your body, this time starting with your bum. Big, strong hands caress and stroke and you seriously think of purring.

"What a lovely picture."

Again you jump. Now the situation couldn't be more odd, you decide. You turn around, feeling guilty, expecting a furious Viggo. After all, not even fifteen minutes ago you were smooching with him, and now you are snuggled up to Sean, inwardly burning with desire.

But Viggo isn't furious at all. On the contrary, he grins broadly. Now he steps closer to Sean and you. His expression is smug. You look up to Sean, confused, but he seems equally amu-sed. Viggo now leans down to you and gives you a long and passionate kiss. Then he turns slightly – and kisses Sean, equally passionate!

You are utterly confused now. And it doesn't help much that you find the sight of the two men kissing strangely arousing. Much to think about, indeed. But not now. Viggo lets go of Sean and looks at you.

"Are you up to some more of this?"

You nod.

"Then lets get into the car and go to my place, shall we?"

*

Your heart is pounding so loud you can't even hear the music coming from the radio. The situation is so surreal. You have to pinch yourself until it hurts and you still think you are draming. Spooky!

You turn your head to the right. Sean, who is driving the car, feels your eyes on him and looks right into yours. He winks and grins. You do your best to grin back. Viggo leans in from the backseat. He puts his hand on your shoulder.

"You afraid?" And when you nod and shake your head at the same time he squeezes your arm assuringly.
"Don't be. We're not going to do anything terrible to you, I promise." He then laughs. "Actually, Sean and I have been speaking of something like that for a while. And I guess when you came along today it was as if everything would fall into place."

Sean grins again. "We were just waiting for you, hon."

You do not trust your voice enough to speak but you turn around slightly and kiss Viggo gently, while putting your left hand on Sean's leg. Connected to both of them that way your nervousness subsides and you can feel the anticipation growing inside you.

Finally the car stops. Sean unbuckles his belt and turns around to Viggo and you.

"Let's go!"

You are out of the car faster than you ever thought humanly possible. Later you could never really tell how you got into the house. You just faintly remember Sean fiddling with the keys and the lock, cursing. All the while you seem to be glued firmly to Viggo's lips. While you are pressed against him you can feel his arousal against your belly.

The you are in the bedroom, pressed to Sean for a change. Now, freed of steering wheel and keys you can just feel that his excitement perfectly fits your own.

Your hand now strokes the front of his jeans. Sean moans. His hand wanders down your front, undoing the buttons of your blouse. His nimble fingers faintly brush your over-sensitive skin. Your breath gets ragged.

While Sean is all occupied with your front, Viggo presses himself against your back. His hands, in perfect counterpoint to Sean's, find their way under your skirt, caressing your bum and inching into your slip. You moan and lean against his heaving chest.

Then the most wonderful thing happens. Sean, leaning forward, being so close you never deemed such a closeness possible, kisses Viggo tenderly on the lips. Viggo responds to the kiss, prolonging it, sucking Sean's lower lip. You can feel both their breaths on your cheek.

All wedged and cradled between them, feeling their arousal pressed tightly into you, you can hardly hold back from erupting right then and there.

When Sean frees himself from Viggo you start to protest vividly. But Sean draws you into his strong arms, stroking your face.

"Shhsh, darling, we're just getting started. Viggo," he nods over your shoulder, "would you maybe…?"

And when he tenderly pulls the blouse off your shoulders and lets it fall to the ground, Viggo opens your bra. Sean slips that off, too. Nodding approvingly he smiles at you then.

"My beautiful little bird."

You can't hold yourself back any longer. With flying fingers you start working at his fly, your hands wandering beneath his shirt, feeling muscles and firm skin. Then you manage to open the zipper, while Sean at the same time gets rid of his shirt. You pull down Sean's pants, with a raised eyebrow admiring the bulge that is clearly visible at the front of his boxers. Then you wink at Sean.

"On the bed with you. We'll get to that…" you point on his crotch, "later!"

A little baffled Sean obliges.

You now turn around and plant a long and passionate kiss on Viggo's mouth.

"Now about you…"

You press yourself tightly against him, slowly moving up and down, eliciting sighs from the darkhaired man. You reach around and put your hands on his firm pretty ass, kneading it through the jeans.

You then proceed to do the same to his pants as you'd done to Sean's. The zipper slides open, off goes the shirt, down the pants. Now you go just a little bit further. While leaning in on Viggo again you slip your hands into his boxers, feeling his very hard cock, stroking it lovingly.

That causes more moans, but not all of them come from Viggo. When you turn your head you can see Sean lying on the bed, watching the two of you intently. He beckons you.

"Don't you leave me here like that, I want to be taken care of, too! Now!"

You grin wickedly, pondering to refuse, but then you can't resist and comply. Taking Viggo by the hand you move towards the bed.

"I hope you know what you are up for. Both of you."

You reach the bed and crawl on it slowly. Viggo follows you closely while Sean moves over to make room.

Viggo then turns you on your back, opens the button and the zipper of your skirt, slipping it from your hips down your legs, on the floor. All the three of you are in your underpants now.

Thoughtfully, you chew on your lower lip.

"Viggo, why don't you take care of our Prince of Gondor here, while I get all horny watching you two?"

Viggo grins at you wickedly and obeys immediately. He crawls over you onto Sean, his fingers moving over the broad chest of the other man. You move aside a little and lean back comfortably. You just now realize how arousing you find it watching those two men getting it on.

"That's better than watching porn," you hear yourself say. Both of them smile at you.

Sean then leans up, kissing Viggo impassionately. His hands pull down Viggo's boxers, finally freeing this beautiful erect cock. Viggo lowers himself on Sean, pressing his arousal against his belly. You watch Sean moving against Viggo, rubbing slowly up and down. Both of them are moaning and panting now.

You can feel the hotness growing between your own legs. Just watching them getting it on is almost more than you can take.

Viggo now pulls down Sean's boxers, pressing their cocks together. He crawls down all along Sean's body now, slowly, always maintaining eye contact with him. When his mouth closes around Sean's cock you can't hold back a deep sigh of pleasure. Viggo throws you a glance and winks. He takes his mouth of Sean for a second.

"Just wait till I'm done here."

You actually hardly can.

Viggo now takes Sean into his mouth again. He starts moving slowly, licking and sucking, and for a brief moment you regret that you don't have a cock that can be taken care of like that.

Sean's breath gets ragged now, little cries of pleasure escape his throat. Under Viggo's skilled tongue he quickly looses all control. Then his body rises, thrusting into Viggo deeper.

"Oh…yes…more. Oh, Viggo!"

Viggo takes him in as deeply as possible, humming softly and so increasing Sean's agony; or was that pleasure? You don't know anymore. You just wonder how he can take in this enormous cock so deeply.

When it gets apparent that Sean can't take that much longer you can't sit around passively anymore. You lie down next to him, one hand on his muscled chest, your lips locking on his. You are drinking in his sighs and moans and cries, thrusting your tongue into him. Sean passionately kisses you back, his hands searching for your breasts. His fingers begin to stroke your bossom firmly, you can feel your nipples getting hard. Now it is your turn to moan.

Sean's breath quickens up now, he arches his back, moans even more. Then, in thousands of ripples, shattering through all the three of you like splinters of glass, he comes.

When his convulsions subside he falls back on the bed, exhausted. Since you were firmly locked to him through most of that you have a pretty good impression of the explosion he just experienced. You sink down on Sean's chest, almost satisfied yourself.

While you lie there, catching your breath, Viggo crawls up next to Sean, looking at you slyly.

"Why, you look as if I had just done that to you. Aren't you interested in some extasy for yourself?"

You fake indigantion. "I believe you already promised me a ride. And now you aren't up to deliver it?"

Viggo bares his teeth devilishly. "Oh, precious, you have no idea what you just brought onto yourself!"
He crawls right over Sean on top of you. You squeal.

*

You squeal, and Viggo lowers himself on top of you. You can feel his erection against the bare skin at your thigh. He is quite hard.

His nimble fingers now begin a journey on your body. He starts to caress the back of your neck very gently, his eyes locked to yours all the time. All thought leaves your head when you sink deep into this gaze, you are all body and soul now, the brain is totally obsolete.
You lift your head a few inches, indicating your burning desire to be kissed. Viggo's lips curl into a gentle smile and he closes them over your waiting mouth. Your throat emits a low sigh, almost a purr, and you can't think of a happier moment in your life.

Viggo's hands are wandering now, and while you lower your head back on the pillows he is pressing himself even closer to you. His weight is a comfortable sensation, down all the length of your body. His hands are trailing slow circles over your shoulders, brushing your collarbones, reaching, simultaniously, your breasts. Tiniest wisps of touch trickle down your chest, and up again, making your nipples rigid with pleasure.

Viggo hoists himself slightly up and you moan with discontent when his mouth deserts your hungry lips. But then Sean is there, his wonderful mouth replacing Viggo's most efficiently. You give in to this already familiar and highly pleasant sensation.

The man who is pressed to you closely now trails a lazy line with his tongue all the way down to your breasts. His experienced lips kiss and suck a path from your neck to your right nipple. Slowly his tongue draws spiraling circles around it, sucking lightly, and suddenly his teeth join it, biting the sensitive flesh.

You gasp as the deliciously painful sensation ripples through you, ebbing away slowly. Viggo repeats the same procedure with the other nipple, and again you gasp. The bites are very light, not really intend to hurt much. You maybe could go with a little more pain but for now you are very contend.

Now Viggo lifts his head again, and Sean pulls away from your face so that you can look in those eyes again. He smiles very fondly at you.

"Like that?" All you can do is nod.

Sean leans over to the other man now, cupping his chin with his hand. The two men look at each other briefly, then Sean leans in for a long kiss.

If there is anything in this world that can turn you on more than you already are then it is the sight of those two kissing. You feel a burning sensation between your legs that is growing steadily. At the same time you can feel that Viggo's cock, pressed against your leg, is getting even harder, too.

Your hands grab for the sheets and turn into fists as your state of arousal gets almost unbearable. When you moan both men turn their eyes on you. Viggo grins at you mischievously.

"So, we are ready then, my dear?" You moan again, as his hands, which had been resting on your hips, continue their torturous wandering. His long fingers glide down the outside of your thighs first, to the hollows of your knees. Then they glide back up on the inside, trailing lines of pleasure on the increasingly sensitive skin. Then his fingers disappear into your most private opening. You gasp. Shudders of pleasure accompany every little stroke and twist he is making.

His fingers leave then and return to stroking your breasts while Viggo repositions himself on top of you. You can feel his cock brushing against your thighs and you spread your legs, eagerly awaiting the pleasures to come. You can feel the tip of his cock against your opening now and you gasp sharply, feeling the desire pulsing between your legs. When he enters you you close your eyes.

For a moment you forget everything around you, your whole being centers around his delicious length sliding into you. He is hard and hot and fills you just perfectly. Your heart is racing, you are panting and only inches away from exploding. When Viggo starts moving inside you you open your eyes to find his gaze locked onto your face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are narrow and he is grinning. You start making involuntary sounds and mutter things like "Oh yes, yes…here…some more, yes!"

You had almost forgotten about the other man by your side. When he starts sliding his hands about your taut body now you look over to him. You can see your own excitement mirrored in the expression on his face. He is stroking you and himself simultaniously and is obviously enjoying himself. You reach over with a trembling hand and close it over the one that is stroking his own errection. When Viggo's rhythm picks up speed you close your hand more tightly around Sean's cock and start stroking him in accord with Viggo's thrusts.

Your insides are on fire now, you arch back and reposition your hips so that Viggo can slide even deeper inside you. All three of you are panting now, moaning and writhing. Sean lies on his side next to you, breathing raggedly very close to your face. His right hand is very firmly stroking your breasts, now and then pinching your nipples slightly. Every time these little gusts of pain flood through you you whimper, thinking that you will die of pure over-enjoyment any moment.

You can't even distinguish clearly between your body and Viggo's anymore, who is moving elegantly on top of you. You can tell by his breathing and the look of excitement on his face that he is almost at his climax. And you can tell by the shaking waves of pleasure that move through your own body that you are close as well. And when you look at Sean you know that the three of you have a good chance of reaching the finish line simultaniously, and very soon.

Your grip on Sean's cock tightens again, he is now moaning in your ear. Your other hand is on Viggo's chest now, stroking the dark hair there, feeling hard muscles. His face is very close to yours now, his arms positioned on each side on your shoulders. He buries his hands in your hair, stroking your temples. His eyes are narrow, locked on you in an intend gaze, as if he doesn't want to miss out on any of your reactions.

The thrusting quickens up once more, you thrust back now, closer and closer, ripples… thrust…heat… and then you scream, pure lust carried away over your ragged breath. You feel Viggo's hot fluids filling your insides, feel his convulsions, in sync with your own, feel his heart beating and his breath hitching when he collapses on to of you. Your right hand is very warm and sticky too and you let go of Sean's softening cock now. He is as breathless as the two of you, pressing himself very close to your side.

You turn your head and he looks at you with great contentment, and then he grins and kisses you passionately on the lips. He tastes of sweat and love and happiness, and you just realize that this is exactly what you feel yourself now, too.

Viggo is still on top and inside you, your breasts are pressed tightly against his chest, which is a pleasurably tickly sensation. The two of you breath in unison for a while then he lifts himself off you slowly. Before he hoists himself over to your left side he looks you in the eyes deeply, too, and gives you his version of a very passionate kiss.

Still, nobody is speaking. You are just lying there, very close together, catching your breath, enjoying tha aftereffects and the pleasant drowsiness that lowers itself now like a blanket. Sean has moved his head onto your chest and you are ruffling his touselled hair absently. Viggo is holding your left hand, trailing ornamental tortures on the soft inside of your arm.

At last you have the feeling that you should say something. You look over a Viggo, whose eyes are closed and then down on Sean, whose face you can't see. Then you decide that maybe words are not necessary just now, so you close your own eyes, too.

Together the three of you drift over into sleep, sticky and exhausted and dreaming of touches and cries and more pleasures.