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rugbytackleTitle: Payback
Series: 1] Sleeping Beauty 1-6. 2] Sleeping Beauty-Consummation. 3] Sleeping Beauty-Payback
Chapter: 3/3 Finis.
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: VM/SB, VM/OB
Disclaimer: RPS; Real Person Slash. Real names, fake people. Read it, don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning: None
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Overall Summary: “He owed that faithless sprat a good going over. Trouble was he didn’t know whether he wanted to hug him, or kick his arse from here to Christmas.”
Orlando gets what’s coming to him.
Chapter Summary: Things come to a head and there is a sexual resolution.
Author: Arden Elear
Email: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Done! Finally! *swipes sweaty brow* I have an original fiction pounding at the back of my widdle brain right now, so I’m (temporarily) outa here! Still reading, still commenting, just not writing RPS right now. Arden.
Sean stopped outside the bedroom door, his back to the wall opposite. He wasn’t part of this; it was between the two of them, whatever happened.
Viggo was standing at the foot of the bed, his back turned, unaware that Orlando had come to a halt not two feet away. In one fluid motion he ripped off his T-shirt, balled it up in his fists and flung it away. It hit the bedside lamp, knocking it over, but he didn’t appear to notice. Orlando drew his breath in with a hiss and Viggo swung around, his hands fisting when he saw who was standing there.
Orli raised his arms from his sides, but then let them drop back. A defeated gesture.
Deliberately, Sean moved. Just slightly. But Viggo saw him out of the corner of his eye and his head came up. Their eyes locked; Viggo’s angry blue meeting Sean’s silent challenge with a half-lidded glare. Do it, Viggo.
Viggo was still angry. But was he angry enough?
He was. In one smooth step, he closed the distance between Orlando and himself and slid an arm around Orlando’s waist, pulling him close, bending him back. His free hand came up and tangled in the curls at the back of Orli’s head and he bought his mouth down in an angry, passionate kiss.
Orlando’s knees visibly bucked and Sean wondered if the poor guy was going to survive this. Once committed, he knew Viggo would not back down.
When the kiss ended, Orlando was gasping for breath and Viggo’s anger appeared to have waned a little.
“What . . . ? What are you doing?” Orli spluttered.
“Fixing it.” Viggo rasped, before sealing Orli’s mouth shut again with another kiss.
He spun them around, hands unerringly accurate in finding the hem of Orlando’s shirt and pulling it off over his head, barely breaking contact. Then he eased Orli back onto the bed, following him down but not resting until he had the buttons on Orli’s jeans undone. They followed the flight path of the other items and within moments of their mouths first meeting, Viggo had Orli naked on the bed beneath him.
He laced kisses across Orlando’s shoulders and chest, biting and tasting his nipples which hardened at his touch. Even with one hand used to prop himself up, Viggo still easily discarded his own jeans and came to rest between Orli’s thighs, bringing a visible gasp from the other man as he felt Viggo’s erection come into contact with his own straining reaction. Viggo slid down Orlando’s body, onto the floor, to his knees and took his cock into his mouth. Orlando’s eyes flew open at the contact, but he shut them again, wincing at the intrusion of the bright globe above his head.
In two quiet steps, Sean crossed the hall and reached around the doorjamb for the dimmer switch. He thought about going back downstairs and leaving them to it, but decided against it. Despite his earlier avowal, he felt quite comfortable standing here watching. Viggo knew he was there and he doubted very much whether Orlando cared either way.
The two of them were twined together on the bed. Somehow, Viggo had managed to slide Orlando further up on the mattress and was lying beside him, one arm wrapped around Orli’s shoulders as he kissed him, the other between his legs stroking his cock.
Sean slipped into the darkened room and leaned back against the wall. He was pleasantly, but not overly, aroused himself and he swiped a hand across the front of his pants, readjusting.
Viggo reached above his head for the drawer in the headboard where they kept their supplies. It was supposed to be for magazines, or books or something, but they’d found a better use for it. He put the tube and the packet on the bed beside him. This break in Viggo’s overwhelming attentions had temporarily given Orlando back command of his voice.
“Sean.” He whispered fretfully.
Viggo shot a look over his shoulder. He knew exactly where Sean was and their eyes met as he whispered in Orlando’s ear. “He’s here, Orli. He’s watching. It’s okay.”
Orlando mumbled something and tried to look, but Viggo spoke again and he subsided. Viggo’s hand stroked soothing circles on Orlando’s belly before cupping his waist again and rolling him over onto his side. He dragged two pillows down and placed them in front of Orlando’s thighs, gently lifting and bending Orli’s leg to rest his knee on the soft duck down.
Sean caught his breath. Oh, Christ. Orli might not survive this after all. If Viggo was planning what he thought he was planning . . . God!
He’d done this to Sean only a couple of times. Usually, Viggo preferred a partnership in all things, including bed, but if he was going to do this . . . take control that way, then Orlando was in for the ride of his life!
Viggo must have heard Sean’s quickened breathing, because he stopped in the middle of snapping open the tube and looked up at him again. He smiled once before turning back.
Sean knew that look. Anger and frustration had been turned into something else. That’s why he kept looking for Sean, seeking him out, to let him see. Viggo wasn’t making love to Orli, he was doing it for Orli. For them all. For Sean. Because he’d asked. Sean had never felt so loved in his life.
He turned his errant thoughts back to the bed. Viggo was kissing Orli’s throat, his slick fingers probing as Orli moaned and tried to wiggle toward them. Viggo pulled back, creating a gap between their bodies and slid down a little, his other arm still trapped under Orlando’s shoulder. He was watching as he entered him one finger at a time, the raised leg on the pillows opening Orli up to Viggo’s intense gaze.
Orli whimpered and tried to regain that body contact but was unable to do more than twist a little. Viggo inserted a second finger, then a third. Probing, finding, pressing. Orlando begged, twisting his upper body around to see where Viggo had gone.
Finding Viggo, blue eyes absorbed, watching what his fingers were doing, forced another agonized groan from Orlando’s lips. Smiling, Viggo leaned over and softly kissed his hip as he worked him. “You look beautiful.” He whispered.
Satisfied finally, he moved back up the bed and positioned himself behind Orli. Guiding himself with his hand, he pushed gently but firmly, seeking entry.
Sean realized he too was now hard. So much for not being a voyeur. Avidly he watched as Viggo penetrated the entrance to Orlando’s body, sliding slowly all the way inside without stopping. His clever hands and that impeccable mouth never stopped working, teasing, coaxing, forcing a response from Orlando’s straining flesh.
Sean’s eyes narrowed. Was he . . .? Oh Christ, yes he was. Sean’s own breathing grew harsh as he watched Viggo slowly withdraw, almost fully, sliding his finger down, adding it as he pushed back inside.
Orli keened, that was the only way to describe it. His breath coming in short pants as he mouthed unintelligible words, ‘Oh, oh, oh.’ hands clutching at the sheets in a futile search for stability.
Slow thrusts, the grind of Viggo’s hips and kisses, soothing kisses and the moist heat of Viggo’s breath on his throat. Oh yes, Sean remembered this well.
And all the time his eyes were watching, carefully checking Orlando’s reactions, making sure there was only pleasure, not pain.
Another slow insertion, another finger and Orlando quivered, hips jerking forward, his mouth working and Viggo covering it with his own, tongue plunging inside, hot, wet and slick, murmuring low words of encouragement.
Sean had forgotten where he was.
He was with them on the bed; being Orlando, feeling Viggo, inexorable, compelling Viggo. An undeniable, unstoppable force.
Sean; taking every thrust as Orli did, every slow, insane corkscrew of his lover’s hips, reveling in the sensation of thigh muscles tensing and releasing as he ground into him from behind.
Another finger, a denser rhythm and Orli was screaming, bucking wildly into his release. Viggo’s hand, gentle but firm on his hip, the only thing keeping him safe from harm as he sobbed his pleasure into his pillow. Soothing, stroking, whispering words into Orli’s ear as he bought him carefully back.
Sean felt lightheaded, frenzied, his erection, straining against the soft cloth of his pants, was a torment.
Viggo gently eased Orli’s leg down, rearranging his limbs into a comfortable position, replacing the pillows, withdrawing, leaving Orli to doze, boneless and worn on the tangled sheets. Satisfied, he slid his arm out from beneath Orlando’s curls and rolled onto his back.
He was still hard. Looked at Sean. Smiled.
Wordlessly, Sean flung off his clothes and crawled up onto the bed. Viggo parted his thighs in welcome and Sean moved between them. Chest to chest, eye to eye, cradled by Viggo’s hips, he kissed him, tasting the familiar spice, a touch of Orlando mixed in. It was all right. Reaching up for the lube, opening it, scissoring his fingers inside his lover’s body. That was all right too. All of it. Hot, tight, right. Sucking him in, sheathing him closely and covering his face with kisses, with love. He thrust and moaned, pursing his lips, watching Viggo’s eyes flutter shut, his mouth part as he came apart under Sean’s relentless grind. God, this was heaven. A slick and needy ecstasy; Viggo’s back arching, head thrown back, throat exposed.
A glimmer of movement out of the corner of his eyes and Orli is watching Viggo too, propped up on an elbow, his eyes wide and dark, smiling. Pleased. He is hard again, idly stroking himself, getting off on seeing Viggo coming apart, beauty writhing and needy beneath Sean’s strokes.
Sean felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening, and the hot sheath of Viggo’s body tightening around him. Viggo’s hand reached for his cock, striving for his own release. With the last of his consciousness burning away, Sean looked at Orlando, looked down at Viggo. Yes. He pushed Viggo’s hand away. Not yet, lover.
Sean burns, gasps, buries himself. It shoots up his spine, radiating electric spikes that sizzle and dazzle. His cock explodes and darkness is falling, a lightshow of rapture folds him in on himself and he collapses, spent and gasping.
Gathering himself, he raises up on his elbows, ignoring Viggo’s moans of frustration, gently pushing back the searching hand. Smiles at Orlando.
“Viggo.” He whispers. “Hey. Open your eyes.”
“Fuck.” Viggo groans. “Jeez, Sean. Please.” Sean pins his hands. Viggo finally opens his eyes. “I hate you.” He mutters.
Sean grins at him. “Fine. I’ll get off then.”
Ignoring Viggo’s protests, he slides away. Orlando leans over and Viggo finally notices.
“I thought I killed you.” He mutters.
“No such luck, mate.” Orlando grins at him, eyes bright, shining . . . untroubled.
Now Viggo gets it. Steals a look at Sean. Sean smiles, nods and Viggo shifts, inviting Orlando.
And Sean is right there with them. Touching his lover while Orlando takes him.
Knowing he’ll come back.
Finis.
Series: 1] Sleeping Beauty 1-6. 2] Sleeping Beauty-Consummation. 3] Sleeping Beauty-Payback
Chapter: 3/3 Finis.
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: VM/SB, VM/OB
Disclaimer: RPS; Real Person Slash. Real names, fake people. Read it, don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning: None
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Overall Summary: “He owed that faithless sprat a good going over. Trouble was he didn’t know whether he wanted to hug him, or kick his arse from here to Christmas.”
Orlando gets what’s coming to him.
Chapter Summary: Things come to a head and there is a sexual resolution.
Author: Arden Elear
Email: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/
Done! Finally! *swipes sweaty brow* I have an original fiction pounding at the back of my widdle brain right now, so I’m (temporarily) outa here! Still reading, still commenting, just not writing RPS right now. Arden.
Sean stopped outside the bedroom door, his back to the wall opposite. He wasn’t part of this; it was between the two of them, whatever happened.
Viggo was standing at the foot of the bed, his back turned, unaware that Orlando had come to a halt not two feet away. In one fluid motion he ripped off his T-shirt, balled it up in his fists and flung it away. It hit the bedside lamp, knocking it over, but he didn’t appear to notice. Orlando drew his breath in with a hiss and Viggo swung around, his hands fisting when he saw who was standing there.
Orli raised his arms from his sides, but then let them drop back. A defeated gesture.
Deliberately, Sean moved. Just slightly. But Viggo saw him out of the corner of his eye and his head came up. Their eyes locked; Viggo’s angry blue meeting Sean’s silent challenge with a half-lidded glare. Do it, Viggo.
Viggo was still angry. But was he angry enough?
He was. In one smooth step, he closed the distance between Orlando and himself and slid an arm around Orlando’s waist, pulling him close, bending him back. His free hand came up and tangled in the curls at the back of Orli’s head and he bought his mouth down in an angry, passionate kiss.
Orlando’s knees visibly bucked and Sean wondered if the poor guy was going to survive this. Once committed, he knew Viggo would not back down.
When the kiss ended, Orlando was gasping for breath and Viggo’s anger appeared to have waned a little.
“What . . . ? What are you doing?” Orli spluttered.
“Fixing it.” Viggo rasped, before sealing Orli’s mouth shut again with another kiss.
He spun them around, hands unerringly accurate in finding the hem of Orlando’s shirt and pulling it off over his head, barely breaking contact. Then he eased Orli back onto the bed, following him down but not resting until he had the buttons on Orli’s jeans undone. They followed the flight path of the other items and within moments of their mouths first meeting, Viggo had Orli naked on the bed beneath him.
He laced kisses across Orlando’s shoulders and chest, biting and tasting his nipples which hardened at his touch. Even with one hand used to prop himself up, Viggo still easily discarded his own jeans and came to rest between Orli’s thighs, bringing a visible gasp from the other man as he felt Viggo’s erection come into contact with his own straining reaction. Viggo slid down Orlando’s body, onto the floor, to his knees and took his cock into his mouth. Orlando’s eyes flew open at the contact, but he shut them again, wincing at the intrusion of the bright globe above his head.
In two quiet steps, Sean crossed the hall and reached around the doorjamb for the dimmer switch. He thought about going back downstairs and leaving them to it, but decided against it. Despite his earlier avowal, he felt quite comfortable standing here watching. Viggo knew he was there and he doubted very much whether Orlando cared either way.
The two of them were twined together on the bed. Somehow, Viggo had managed to slide Orlando further up on the mattress and was lying beside him, one arm wrapped around Orli’s shoulders as he kissed him, the other between his legs stroking his cock.
Sean slipped into the darkened room and leaned back against the wall. He was pleasantly, but not overly, aroused himself and he swiped a hand across the front of his pants, readjusting.
Viggo reached above his head for the drawer in the headboard where they kept their supplies. It was supposed to be for magazines, or books or something, but they’d found a better use for it. He put the tube and the packet on the bed beside him. This break in Viggo’s overwhelming attentions had temporarily given Orlando back command of his voice.
“Sean.” He whispered fretfully.
Viggo shot a look over his shoulder. He knew exactly where Sean was and their eyes met as he whispered in Orlando’s ear. “He’s here, Orli. He’s watching. It’s okay.”
Orlando mumbled something and tried to look, but Viggo spoke again and he subsided. Viggo’s hand stroked soothing circles on Orlando’s belly before cupping his waist again and rolling him over onto his side. He dragged two pillows down and placed them in front of Orlando’s thighs, gently lifting and bending Orli’s leg to rest his knee on the soft duck down.
Sean caught his breath. Oh, Christ. Orli might not survive this after all. If Viggo was planning what he thought he was planning . . . God!
He’d done this to Sean only a couple of times. Usually, Viggo preferred a partnership in all things, including bed, but if he was going to do this . . . take control that way, then Orlando was in for the ride of his life!
Viggo must have heard Sean’s quickened breathing, because he stopped in the middle of snapping open the tube and looked up at him again. He smiled once before turning back.
Sean knew that look. Anger and frustration had been turned into something else. That’s why he kept looking for Sean, seeking him out, to let him see. Viggo wasn’t making love to Orli, he was doing it for Orli. For them all. For Sean. Because he’d asked. Sean had never felt so loved in his life.
He turned his errant thoughts back to the bed. Viggo was kissing Orli’s throat, his slick fingers probing as Orli moaned and tried to wiggle toward them. Viggo pulled back, creating a gap between their bodies and slid down a little, his other arm still trapped under Orlando’s shoulder. He was watching as he entered him one finger at a time, the raised leg on the pillows opening Orli up to Viggo’s intense gaze.
Orli whimpered and tried to regain that body contact but was unable to do more than twist a little. Viggo inserted a second finger, then a third. Probing, finding, pressing. Orlando begged, twisting his upper body around to see where Viggo had gone.
Finding Viggo, blue eyes absorbed, watching what his fingers were doing, forced another agonized groan from Orlando’s lips. Smiling, Viggo leaned over and softly kissed his hip as he worked him. “You look beautiful.” He whispered.
Satisfied finally, he moved back up the bed and positioned himself behind Orli. Guiding himself with his hand, he pushed gently but firmly, seeking entry.
Sean realized he too was now hard. So much for not being a voyeur. Avidly he watched as Viggo penetrated the entrance to Orlando’s body, sliding slowly all the way inside without stopping. His clever hands and that impeccable mouth never stopped working, teasing, coaxing, forcing a response from Orlando’s straining flesh.
Sean’s eyes narrowed. Was he . . .? Oh Christ, yes he was. Sean’s own breathing grew harsh as he watched Viggo slowly withdraw, almost fully, sliding his finger down, adding it as he pushed back inside.
Orli keened, that was the only way to describe it. His breath coming in short pants as he mouthed unintelligible words, ‘Oh, oh, oh.’ hands clutching at the sheets in a futile search for stability.
Slow thrusts, the grind of Viggo’s hips and kisses, soothing kisses and the moist heat of Viggo’s breath on his throat. Oh yes, Sean remembered this well.
And all the time his eyes were watching, carefully checking Orlando’s reactions, making sure there was only pleasure, not pain.
Another slow insertion, another finger and Orlando quivered, hips jerking forward, his mouth working and Viggo covering it with his own, tongue plunging inside, hot, wet and slick, murmuring low words of encouragement.
Sean had forgotten where he was.
He was with them on the bed; being Orlando, feeling Viggo, inexorable, compelling Viggo. An undeniable, unstoppable force.
Sean; taking every thrust as Orli did, every slow, insane corkscrew of his lover’s hips, reveling in the sensation of thigh muscles tensing and releasing as he ground into him from behind.
Another finger, a denser rhythm and Orli was screaming, bucking wildly into his release. Viggo’s hand, gentle but firm on his hip, the only thing keeping him safe from harm as he sobbed his pleasure into his pillow. Soothing, stroking, whispering words into Orli’s ear as he bought him carefully back.
Sean felt lightheaded, frenzied, his erection, straining against the soft cloth of his pants, was a torment.
Viggo gently eased Orli’s leg down, rearranging his limbs into a comfortable position, replacing the pillows, withdrawing, leaving Orli to doze, boneless and worn on the tangled sheets. Satisfied, he slid his arm out from beneath Orlando’s curls and rolled onto his back.
He was still hard. Looked at Sean. Smiled.
Wordlessly, Sean flung off his clothes and crawled up onto the bed. Viggo parted his thighs in welcome and Sean moved between them. Chest to chest, eye to eye, cradled by Viggo’s hips, he kissed him, tasting the familiar spice, a touch of Orlando mixed in. It was all right. Reaching up for the lube, opening it, scissoring his fingers inside his lover’s body. That was all right too. All of it. Hot, tight, right. Sucking him in, sheathing him closely and covering his face with kisses, with love. He thrust and moaned, pursing his lips, watching Viggo’s eyes flutter shut, his mouth part as he came apart under Sean’s relentless grind. God, this was heaven. A slick and needy ecstasy; Viggo’s back arching, head thrown back, throat exposed.
A glimmer of movement out of the corner of his eyes and Orli is watching Viggo too, propped up on an elbow, his eyes wide and dark, smiling. Pleased. He is hard again, idly stroking himself, getting off on seeing Viggo coming apart, beauty writhing and needy beneath Sean’s strokes.
Sean felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening, and the hot sheath of Viggo’s body tightening around him. Viggo’s hand reached for his cock, striving for his own release. With the last of his consciousness burning away, Sean looked at Orlando, looked down at Viggo. Yes. He pushed Viggo’s hand away. Not yet, lover.
Sean burns, gasps, buries himself. It shoots up his spine, radiating electric spikes that sizzle and dazzle. His cock explodes and darkness is falling, a lightshow of rapture folds him in on himself and he collapses, spent and gasping.
Gathering himself, he raises up on his elbows, ignoring Viggo’s moans of frustration, gently pushing back the searching hand. Smiles at Orlando.
“Viggo.” He whispers. “Hey. Open your eyes.”
“Fuck.” Viggo groans. “Jeez, Sean. Please.” Sean pins his hands. Viggo finally opens his eyes. “I hate you.” He mutters.
Sean grins at him. “Fine. I’ll get off then.”
Ignoring Viggo’s protests, he slides away. Orlando leans over and Viggo finally notices.
“I thought I killed you.” He mutters.
“No such luck, mate.” Orlando grins at him, eyes bright, shining . . . untroubled.
Now Viggo gets it. Steals a look at Sean. Sean smiles, nods and Viggo shifts, inviting Orlando.
And Sean is right there with them. Touching his lover while Orlando takes him.
Knowing he’ll come back.
Finis.
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Date: 2004-01-07 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 08:24 pm (UTC)that was HOT.
i'd give more feedback if my brain hadn't fried somewhere while reading this.