The Artist's Muse (sb/vm)
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rugbytackleTitle: The Artist's Muse
Author: pipuk
Email: psn_cat@yahoo.com
Pairing: sb/vm
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, bad pun
Summary: Viggo gets inspired.
Feedback: Honest feedback appreciated
Notes: I didn't think I had another fic in me until I spent a wonderful few sleepless mornings (no not like that.. minds out of gutters people;) chatting with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heathcee. She said I could do it and I did. Big sqishey hugs and much coffee in the mug of your choosing my friend (I may include shreddies). Thank you for telling me I could. Happy birthday to milochka too. I hope this will suffice as a present until I can kidnap Bean from Bramall Lane for you.
Archive: Rugbytackle, Green Opals, anywhere else please ask.
Disclaimer: This is fictional and never happened. I make no claims about these people's sexual preferences or these events. Much to my dismay, I make no money by writing this.
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"For fuck's sake Vig... untie me!"
Sweat poured from his body as he strained against his bindings, (two scarlet red Armani ties that Orlando Bloom would kill to own).
Viggo sniggered under his fringe as he continued to sketch. Sat naked and cross legged on the chair by the window, he was working using the light thrown by the small lamp on the bedside table.
"Quit moaning Bean, you're destroying my composition." Viggo quietly muttered. His smile was threatening to emerge at any point and that just would not do.
An evening of wine, good food and laughter had culminated in bed where Viggo decided that Sean's ties could be put to better use than neck decoration. After a long, slick, satisfying fuck, Viggo felt inspired. To Sean's utter horror, his bindings were not taken off afterwards when all he wanted to do was nuzzle into a strong neck, wrap his arms round Viggo and sleep. Instead, he was left tied to the bed while Viggo went to his studio for his sketch pad and a charcoal pencil.
The black silk sheets were starting to slide from Sean's body as he stopped writhing. He had resigned himself to being an artists model and tried to relax his muscles into something resembling comfort.
Viggo glanced over to the bed, admiring *his* beautiful boy. He was hard trying to capture the sweet, sweat-soaked skin in front of him using just charcoal and it wasn't working, he just couldn't capture the shine on the skin. Viggo screwed his face up in frustration.
Sean looked over at him in concern.
"What's up Vig?"
"Ugh... it's not working, you're just too perfect to capture using just these tools."
Viggo was oblivious to the loving smile he had created on Sean by his words. He was still concentrating on the charcoal and paper, the pencil between his teeth.
"I love you"
Viggo looked up from the paper at the words quietly spoken to him, not quite catching what was said.
"Mmmmm, what did you say?"
"I said, I love you, you deaf sod." The smile on Bean's face grew wider still. "If you would just put down that fucking sketch book and come over here, I'll show you how to use your tools properly!"
Viggo groaned at how bad the pun was and for a second contemplated throwing the pencil at the man tied to the bed. His mind was very quickly changed when his eyes were drawn to Sean's growing arousal. His eyes slowly roamed up to Sean's face and his breath was stolen by the lust shown in his eyes.
Viggo slowly placed the sketchbook and pencil on the floor and stalked over to the bed. He lay down next to Sean and leaned over to rake his tongue up the dried sweat on Sean's neck. It occurred to Viggo fleetingly that he should have tasted this before starting the sketch, (it might have helped him capture that sweat and skin). All thoughts of drawing were quickly driven from his mind by the lust filled moan which came from Sean's throat and the legs which were attempting to wrap themselves around his waist.
"For fucks sake Viggo, untie me..." Sean pleaded breathlessly.
Viggo's arms reached up and undid the knots, releasing Sean's arms which immediately went to scruff the hair at the back of Viggo's head.
"About fucking time Viggo" Sean growled and rolled him onto his back. Their lips met in a vicious kiss which drove any artistic urges he may have had out of the door until morning.
~~ * ~~
Author: pipuk
Email: psn_cat@yahoo.com
Pairing: sb/vm
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, bad pun
Summary: Viggo gets inspired.
Feedback: Honest feedback appreciated
Notes: I didn't think I had another fic in me until I spent a wonderful few sleepless mornings (no not like that.. minds out of gutters people;) chatting with
heathcee. She said I could do it and I did. Big sqishey hugs and much coffee in the mug of your choosing my friend (I may include shreddies). Thank you for telling me I could. Happy birthday to milochka too. I hope this will suffice as a present until I can kidnap Bean from Bramall Lane for you.Archive: Rugbytackle, Green Opals, anywhere else please ask.
Disclaimer: This is fictional and never happened. I make no claims about these people's sexual preferences or these events. Much to my dismay, I make no money by writing this.
~~ * ~~
"For fuck's sake Vig... untie me!"
Sweat poured from his body as he strained against his bindings, (two scarlet red Armani ties that Orlando Bloom would kill to own).
Viggo sniggered under his fringe as he continued to sketch. Sat naked and cross legged on the chair by the window, he was working using the light thrown by the small lamp on the bedside table.
"Quit moaning Bean, you're destroying my composition." Viggo quietly muttered. His smile was threatening to emerge at any point and that just would not do.
An evening of wine, good food and laughter had culminated in bed where Viggo decided that Sean's ties could be put to better use than neck decoration. After a long, slick, satisfying fuck, Viggo felt inspired. To Sean's utter horror, his bindings were not taken off afterwards when all he wanted to do was nuzzle into a strong neck, wrap his arms round Viggo and sleep. Instead, he was left tied to the bed while Viggo went to his studio for his sketch pad and a charcoal pencil.
The black silk sheets were starting to slide from Sean's body as he stopped writhing. He had resigned himself to being an artists model and tried to relax his muscles into something resembling comfort.
Viggo glanced over to the bed, admiring *his* beautiful boy. He was hard trying to capture the sweet, sweat-soaked skin in front of him using just charcoal and it wasn't working, he just couldn't capture the shine on the skin. Viggo screwed his face up in frustration.
Sean looked over at him in concern.
"What's up Vig?"
"Ugh... it's not working, you're just too perfect to capture using just these tools."
Viggo was oblivious to the loving smile he had created on Sean by his words. He was still concentrating on the charcoal and paper, the pencil between his teeth.
"I love you"
Viggo looked up from the paper at the words quietly spoken to him, not quite catching what was said.
"Mmmmm, what did you say?"
"I said, I love you, you deaf sod." The smile on Bean's face grew wider still. "If you would just put down that fucking sketch book and come over here, I'll show you how to use your tools properly!"
Viggo groaned at how bad the pun was and for a second contemplated throwing the pencil at the man tied to the bed. His mind was very quickly changed when his eyes were drawn to Sean's growing arousal. His eyes slowly roamed up to Sean's face and his breath was stolen by the lust shown in his eyes.
Viggo slowly placed the sketchbook and pencil on the floor and stalked over to the bed. He lay down next to Sean and leaned over to rake his tongue up the dried sweat on Sean's neck. It occurred to Viggo fleetingly that he should have tasted this before starting the sketch, (it might have helped him capture that sweat and skin). All thoughts of drawing were quickly driven from his mind by the lust filled moan which came from Sean's throat and the legs which were attempting to wrap themselves around his waist.
"For fucks sake Viggo, untie me..." Sean pleaded breathlessly.
Viggo's arms reached up and undid the knots, releasing Sean's arms which immediately went to scruff the hair at the back of Viggo's head.
"About fucking time Viggo" Sean growled and rolled him onto his back. Their lips met in a vicious kiss which drove any artistic urges he may have had out of the door until morning.
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Date: 2003-10-28 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-29 06:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-28 05:04 am (UTC)*bribes you to write a prequel*
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Date: 2003-10-29 06:10 am (UTC)This bribe.. would it involve a Yorkshireman, a monkey faced boy and melted chocolate?
*gets typing*
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Date: 2003-10-28 05:06 am (UTC)And, yes, we must have a prequel.
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Date: 2003-10-29 06:11 am (UTC)My muse is currently locked in a cupboard working out angles and levels of resistance as we speak.
Thanks for commenting :)
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Date: 2003-10-28 05:27 am (UTC)Add my vote for PREQUEL!
(And thanks so much for the b-day wishes, though I still
expecthope you will capture Bean for me as soon as humanly possible...)no subject
Date: 2003-10-29 06:16 am (UTC)chocolateinspiration ;)My spies are out as we speak and will contact me as soon as bean is spied. The helicopter is fueled and on standby. The FBI have handed my file to Scotland Yard in preparation for the investigation... they will never foil
myour plans!!Mwahahaha....
*cough* now where were we.... glad you enjoyed and I hope you had a fantastic birthday. *hugs*
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Date: 2003-10-28 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-29 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-28 07:26 am (UTC)You know I love this! But I'll say it again - I love this!! So go write a prequel (cos' a little more detail about that long, slick, satisfying fuck wouldn't go amiss at all... WEG*)
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Date: 2003-10-29 06:21 am (UTC)Thank you for taking the time with me and this fic. I'll try to get some more ideas down on paper for the prequel. I do believe you may have kickstarted the fiction engine ;)
BTW photoshop is lonely and bored. It wants a new project for Halloween *hint hint*
Luv ya babe *hugs*
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Date: 2003-10-28 09:16 am (UTC)Thank you very much for this lovely string of images *S*
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Date: 2003-10-29 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-28 04:41 pm (UTC)Ah, Viggo sketching nakedandtiedup!Sean... yum.
Thanks!
~Kris
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Date: 2003-10-29 06:25 am (UTC)Very glad you enjoyed this. Thank you for your great comments :)
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Date: 2003-10-28 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-29 06:25 am (UTC)Whew!
Date: 2003-10-29 02:32 am (UTC)New here and what a great way to start things off! Bravo can't wait to read more! Please tell me there will be more? That's too good to leave hanging!
Need some inspirational Viggo photos? I just wrapped up posting a ton of Viggo photos from several of his movies on my site http://www.lordsofgondor.com a Sean/Viggo or Boromir/Aragorn fanfic site.
In love and light,
Saira
Re: Whew!
Date: 2003-10-29 06:28 am (UTC)Am continuing at a slow pace but there will be more. Thank you for commenting
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Date: 2003-10-30 06:49 pm (UTC)Red ties, black silk sheets, sweat-soaked skin, proper use of - ahem - tools
Yes prequel!!
Ceiling mirror (yes, I know I'm decadent)?? *makes puppy eyes*