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rugbytackleTITLE: FOLLOW ME
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: Sean Bean/ Viggo Mortensen
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: General madness, angst, graphic sex, language, sadness mixed with a strange kind of humour
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Phrases about proper English gardening shamelessly stolen from "Xenophobe's guide to the English", The Globe Pequot Press, introduction taken with respect but without permission from the lyrics of "Follow me" by Deine Lakaien. Great song!
SUMMARY: Come rain or shine, but mostly come rain, English! Sean mulches and prunes his way through the year, rejoicing in the dignity of his labour. And Viggo? Viggo has become a terrorist by trying to fix up a dying love...
NOTES: For maltkate22! *reads the lyrics* Got the mental picture? Viggo running naked around the trees? *purrgigglesnort* *hidesbehindlaptop*
IN MY GARDEN FOLLOW ME
I WILL HUNT YOU 'ROUND A TREE
COME SEDUCE ME ON MY KNEES
AND WE WILL SEE WE WILL SEE
COME SEDUCE ME ON MY KNEES
AND WE WILL SEE
THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS
"VIGGOOOO!", a piercing scream startled a bunch of birds out of the trees and an English hobby gardener gazed upon his lovely garden, yelling: "Return the secateurs!!! Now!!! I've got work to do!!!"
From behind the Magnolia bush an impudent little voice chirped: "No-ho!" And with some rustling the enemy dived out and quickly climbed up an apple tree, that swayed dangerously and Sean decided not to follow him up. He feared it would break.
So he stormed over, literally fuming, looking up to his lover hiding in the darkness of the passing day and leafs.
Suddenly Viggo annoyed him. His nasty little content smile, his evilly sparkling eyes and... "You want them back? So come and get them. But you'll have to pay...", Viggo mocked him with a luminous smile, dangling the hostage from his fingers, obviously having fun.
For a moment Sean stared spellbound at his secateurs, then shouted, quivering with rage:
" I wont let you blackmail me!!! I can wait! You'll have to get down in some time!"
"Do I?", Viggo asked, raising an eyebrow and stretching lazily, looking like a big scrawny, ruffled cat. He reached for an apple, polished it on his shirt and took a large bite. Closing his eyes, he managed to squeeze a purr between his chewing and mumbled dreamily: "Delicious... "
That sent Sean over the edge of his good manners: "You fucking wanker! You son of a bitch! Mindless little fucker! Useless, lazy bugger! Art fag! You ass-fucked tosser! Cockteaser! Thief of fruits and evil molester of apple trees! Kidnapper! Saboteur!"
An apple hit Sean's head as an answer.
"Ouch! Don't waste my apples. I love every one more than your bickering and bitching!", Sean hissed and added: "Sometimes I just want to kill you!"
"Thank god, you broke the ladder yesterday", Viggo stated bitterly.
"You're such a pain in the ass! How can I stand living with you? You can't fix your own life and now you try to mess up mine with acts of terrorism! Do you think, I don't know, that you sawed the stairs of the ladder? I could have been killed! Do you really want to get rid of me? So tell me, but stop this!!!", Sean yelled in barely suppressed killing rage, hands clenched to fists at his sides.
Viggo looked like a kicked puppy, the apple falling carelessly from his hands, he wiped tears and snot from his face with his sleeve, sobbing, he explained: "I just wanted, just *sob* wanted, that you recognise me again. *sniffle* Since months you keep *sob* keep avoiding me, especially *sob* in bed. You turn away from me, when I just want to cuddle and we didn't make love since *sob* since half a year. You keep complaining, that you're too tired, but you apply yourself to the horticultural labours of Hercules. You weed monstrous herbaceous borders, build Palaeolithic rockeries and dead-head acres of asters!"
"I love gardening!", Sean exclaimed.
Viggo looked at him sadly and asked: "More than you love me?"
"Don't you dare to compare yourself to my garden, which is a centre of peace and harmony, which you are no...ouch", Sean insisted and was interrupted by an apple hitting his head again.
A bruised, even madder Sean sent his death glare into the apple tree, but Viggo clung stubbornly like a koala to a branch, sticking his tongue out and pouted.
"Get your ass down!!!", Sean demanded, but met resistance by a little boy's voice yelling: "Don't tell me what to do!", sounding like a five year old.
Eyes fixed to his secateurs peeking out from one of Viggo's jeans' pockets, Sean stepped nearer, hands encircling the trunk of the poor apple tree and shook it violently, not caring about the hail of apples pummelling down on him.
Pausing to catch his breath he dared to look up at Viggo, who had turned to a satisfying shade of green. The next shake caused Viggo to loose his grip and with a shriek he fell down, crushing some apples and bruising his ribs in process.
He groaned in pain, but he had no time to get up, because Sean pounced on him, hands encircling Viggo's slender throat, as he tried to remember everything he hated of Viggo: his mess covering the whole house, his constant teasing and pouting, his helplessness to deal with schedules and time in general, but as he looked into sad terrified, tear filled, blue eyes, his grip suddenly loosened. "So beautiful", he thought, fingertips tracing his chiselled features, travelling the hard shapes of his cheekbones and the softness of his lips, that trembled under his touch. Tears streamed now freely over Viggo's cheeks and Sean felt his heart breaking. What did he do? Why? Every day life had stolen his love in pieces till there was nothing left anymore, but now he had fallen in love again.
"I'm sorry, so sorry", he whispered and kissed the twin rivers of pain away, tasting salt and Viggo. Then his body, that was pressed to Viggo's, became obvious to the lack of intimacy it suffered from and he felt himself harden.
"I thought you don't want me anymore", Viggo whispered and encircled him with his arms and legs.
"No, I love you, always will, but please keep reminding me of it, when I go off track...", Sean dared to tease, burying his face into Viggo's long silky hair.
Viggo chuckled: "Daft sod!" and kissed his ear. So easily forgiven, Sean couldn't believe it and said: "I have hurt you..."
"So heal me now", Viggo replied, his hands sliding over Sean's back, down to cup his buttocks, pressing him nearer, letting him feel his equal state of arousal.
Sean moaned: "I want you."
An answering moan vibrated against his chest and Viggo twisted around, straddling his lover. Beaming, he struggled out of his shirt, exposing his bare upper body to the starlight.
Sean reached out for him. Viggo had always looked so vulnerable and fragile, when he was naked. Beautiful. Smooth skin under his hands, lightly furred and Viggo smiled down on him, serenely.
He took Sean's hands and kissed them both, before he rose, a mischievous grin on his lips as he opened his jeans, that immediately slid down over his slim hips to his ankles, revealing, that he didn't bother with underwear this morning and stepped gracefully out of his pants.
Sean looked up to him. Viggo looked so young, like a boy refusing to grow up.
His frame delicate but muscled, features boyish but his cheekbones fierce in the smooth planes, skin smooth but adorned with soft hair on his chest and abs, his hands elegant with slender but callused fingers. Innocent smile and grace but a hard on.
Beauty incarnate.
But then Viggo whispered, his voice rough: "If you want me, come and get me!" before running into the darkness, giggling madly all the time.
Sean just stared at the cute little ass disappearing in the shadows, then got up and followed it as quickly as he could. Viggo ran round the trees, yelling encouragement and mockery between even more giggling. But Sean's gaze was glued on Viggo's pale behind and he persistently hunted him through the garden.
Finally he caught up with him or Viggo had let him catch up and he rugby tackled the squealing man.
Viggo struggled, but melted into his embrace with a sigh as Sean kissed him.
"I love you, Viggo", Sean whispered to his lips, chanting his name as he kissed him all over. He whispered it to his silky long hair, to his arching neck, to his hardening nipples, to the insides of his slender thighs.
Viggo moaned and trembled under his caresses, crying again, but in joy this time, parting his thighs for Sean, trustingly and longingly.
"We have no lube", Sean suddenly recognised and Viggo's answering chuckle vibrated against his chest. Reaching into the shadows, Viggo tugged his discarded jeans nearer, retrieving a bottle of lube from his pocket.
"You bastard, you've planned this!", Sean exclaimed and Viggo giggled, trying to hide his triumphal grin in his hands. But Sean took them away, to kiss him again, before taking the lube.
"Sean?", Viggo asked, still giggling.
"What?", Sean growled.
"How about undressing first?", he suggested mockingly.
Again they laughed about their own foolishness and managed to undress Sean in the process. Finally Viggo stared over Sean's shoulder at the stars, his body rocking softly with his lover's slow, deep trusts. He smiled. Sean had be so worried, that he would hurt him. So he'd used half a bottle of lube and prepared him, until he thought, he would go mad.
He really doesn't have to be that gentle, Viggo thought.
But he felt vitreous, body and soul singing like glass under Sean's touch, pleasure curled red and hot in his abdomen, rippling in little waves up to his fingertips and down to his toes. He arched and moaned softly into Sean's ear, holding him even tighter.
And sweet like their lovemaking was his climax. Not blinding, nor soul searing. Sweet like young wine it uncoiled in his lower body, blurred his vision as he came with a soft sigh and a tremblingly whispered: "I love you."
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:)
Date: 2004-05-16 01:58 pm (UTC)Re: :)
Date: 2004-05-19 02:05 pm (UTC)#Thats Great! Liked how you inclueded Viggo's CD title. "Get your ass down!!!", Sean demanded, but met resistance by a little boy's voice yelling: "Don't tell me what to do!", thanks. :)#
Thank you for your feedback. We love Viggo all whiny, don't we? Do you have this CD? I have it. I can't fall asleep without it and definitely not WITHOUT Viggo whining:"Don't tell me what to do!"
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Date: 2004-05-18 09:12 pm (UTC)BTW, i like your icon. It's kinda funny. :)
*squeels back*
Date: 2004-05-19 02:32 pm (UTC)BTW, i like your icon. It's kinda funny. :)#
*rugbytackles you*
Thank you, dear. I'm so glad to be a Rugbytackler. I love this icon. It's a polaroid from Viggo's famous mirror collage. got it from my LOTR DVD extended.
Re: *squeels back*
Date: 2004-05-21 06:33 am (UTC)I'm finding hard to continue 2 of my fics...so, if I may request...
Could you be my muse??
:)
Re: *squeels back*
Date: 2004-05-24 04:03 am (UTC)You're lucky to have a DVD version..my Mom doesn't want us to buy a DVD since it's expensive. My computer is not compatible with DVDs...*groans*#
Poor sod. I can send you some screenshots, if you want. Fortunately my computer is compatible with almost all DVDs. Even can burn DVDs myself. You know. Illegal copying. *grins*
#I'm finding hard to continue 2 of my fics...so, if I may request...#
Of course you may. I had my Latin exam today. History on Friday. So I have some time. Have some problems, too, with my new series. I will post Part one as soon as possible and I have finished Part 3, but I still have problems with part 2.
Review: Poor, cute, affectionate, mishandled Viggo is saved by hero! Sean. Sounds familiar? Yeah it's LIKE A CHILD. I make it a series. *bounces*
#Could you be my muse??
:)#
Sure. Check your e-mails. I sent you a new muse. An angst! Viggo-muse. Naked angst! muse.
Re: *squeels back*
Date: 2004-05-24 04:42 am (UTC)Just save it to your computer! :)