Fic: Just Look at Me
Jan. 15th, 2004 03:21 pmTitle: Just Look at Me
Author:
hilary as inspired by
telesilla
Rating: NC-17, bdsm, implied non-con
Fandom/Pairing: Lotrips, Viggo/Bean
Archive: rugbytackling.com
Summary: Sean looks back. Follows this fic. For
jommy, for this picture.
Disclaimer: I do not own, know, or be any of these people. Fiction, baby.
Yeah, look at me.
By the time I woke up my hands were strapped behind me. Stand there and look smug, you bastard, when you know if I'd been given half a chance I'd have taken you. It wasn't supposed to go like this, you cocksucker, it was supposed to be a fantasy. I told you no. I told you fucking no.
Do you feel better? Now that things are even between us and you've shattered trust completely, now that you finally got your cock in me and you can look so bloody self-satisfied? You and your fucking artistic presence, your pacifistic ideals, did you like kidnapping me from a dead sleep and throwing me here? Did you like hurting me, the sound I first made, shocked, when you pushed in? Did you like knowing I didn't think I could trust you not to use that knife? Did you like ploughing me open, was that what did it, or was it the fact that you know, just fucking know, I'll get you back?
I will.
I'll get you back for the humiliation of being half-stripped like I'm not worth the time. I'll get you back for the come stains on my skin. You've had your fun. I'm just a thing right now, I can see it in your eyes. I remember your wishful ramblings, but eventually, you have to let me go. Eventually, you have to sleep.
Have your dream for a little while, Viggo, and go ahead. Look at me. Just you fucking look at me.
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Author:
Rating: NC-17, bdsm, implied non-con
Fandom/Pairing: Lotrips, Viggo/Bean
Archive: rugbytackling.com
Summary: Sean looks back. Follows this fic. For
Disclaimer: I do not own, know, or be any of these people. Fiction, baby.
Yeah, look at me.
By the time I woke up my hands were strapped behind me. Stand there and look smug, you bastard, when you know if I'd been given half a chance I'd have taken you. It wasn't supposed to go like this, you cocksucker, it was supposed to be a fantasy. I told you no. I told you fucking no.
Do you feel better? Now that things are even between us and you've shattered trust completely, now that you finally got your cock in me and you can look so bloody self-satisfied? You and your fucking artistic presence, your pacifistic ideals, did you like kidnapping me from a dead sleep and throwing me here? Did you like hurting me, the sound I first made, shocked, when you pushed in? Did you like knowing I didn't think I could trust you not to use that knife? Did you like ploughing me open, was that what did it, or was it the fact that you know, just fucking know, I'll get you back?
I will.
I'll get you back for the humiliation of being half-stripped like I'm not worth the time. I'll get you back for the come stains on my skin. You've had your fun. I'm just a thing right now, I can see it in your eyes. I remember your wishful ramblings, but eventually, you have to let me go. Eventually, you have to sleep.
Have your dream for a little while, Viggo, and go ahead. Look at me. Just you fucking look at me.
(end)
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Date: 2004-01-15 10:24 pm (UTC)If someone asks for more, I'd be tempted to add my voice to the throng, but really, these two are perfect, just as they are.
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Date: 2004-01-15 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-15 11:38 pm (UTC)PS -- have archived at Rugbytackling, thanks! I don't have an email address for you though, so I can't send you confirmations...
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Date: 2004-01-15 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-16 04:57 am (UTC)