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rugbytackleTITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 6
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: "Tell me, please."
Viggo shakes his head and says almost inaudible: "I can't." And storms out of Sean's house, leaving it emptier than it ever was.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 6
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: "Tell me, please."
Viggo shakes his head and says almost inaudible: "I can't." And storms out of Sean's house, leaving it emptier than it ever was.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery.
* Searching for traces of what that could be, his eyes fixes on Viggo's left wrist, exposed by a ridden up sleeve, fixes on the red and purple bruise he finds matching ones on his other wrist and on his ankles.
"Jesus! How...", Sean begins, but then realisation hits him. Those are no injuries you get on a battlefield, at least not on a battlefield as it was considered as by Tolkien. Bondage. Handcuffs digging into tanned skin. As this races through his mind, he changes his question and hisses in barely surpressed rage just one word: "Who?"*
Viggo shivers violently and his eyes widen as he sees fire in the green of Sean's eyes. They had be so gentle, reminding him of sun-warmed meadows, of peace and golden light of the consistence of honey, drawing out every second into eternity. Now fury burns everything into ashes.
Realising his mistake, Sean backs away. "Sorry", he mumbles and offers a hand, helping Viggo to get up, not releasing his gentle but firm grip: "Tell me, please."
Viggo shakes his head and says almost inaudible: "I can't." And storms out of Sean's house, leaving it emptier than it ever was.
Viggo runs, runs through the wood, just runs - right into HIS arms.
Sean curses, grabs his keys and hurries after him, following his instinct, as he couldn't locate him in the growing dark. A shriek, unearthly, resonating in his heart, forcing it to feel the pain, the utter horror. Slowing down he can see two shapes on a clearing.
Then he hears a familiar voice: "Where have you been, you fucking little slut? You don't have to tell me, I can smell him all over you. What have you been up to? Did you let him fuck you? Did you suck him off? You are mine, mine completely, you know that and fucking stop crying! I will punish you. This time you won't run to Sean. You like him? Love him? Because he's all British and nice? Because he doesn't hurt you, like I do? Because he doesn't complain, if you just want to curl up and sleep?"
And suddenly Sean remembers those nights like this one. At not usual and polite times Viggo would pop up from nowhere, standing barefoot and panting on his doorstep, eyes haunted, whispering: "I can't sleep. May I stay with you?" And he'd always been unable to say 'no', had let him in, had let him climb under the covers, a curled up form next to him on the king-sized bed, never touching, but a quiet presence as small as his voice in the dark: "Good night, Sean" before his eyes closed and he fell asleep instantly.
He was always gone before Sean awoke, leaving his unique scent lingering on the sheets. Sean would snuggle into them, feeling Viggo's fading warmth still caught in the fabric and the memory of a feather-light touch on his cheek.
As he hears Viggo whimper he leaps out of the shadow of the trees, rage burning inside him again, fed with hatred for somebody, who could harm this soft-spoken, shy man, that searched his comfort almost every night since two weeks. And Sean is angry at himself, for not recognising earlier, what caused Viggo's sleepless nights.
The taller figure let go of Viggo and was about to draw back into the woods, but Sean wouldn't let HIM flee, before he knows HIS identity.
Pouncing at HIM, he knocks HIM down, HE is no match at all for him and he rises, dragging HIM into the moonlight.
Shocked, he almost chokes on HIS name.
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: "Tell me, please."
Viggo shakes his head and says almost inaudible: "I can't." And storms out of Sean's house, leaving it emptier than it ever was.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 6
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: "Tell me, please."
Viggo shakes his head and says almost inaudible: "I can't." And storms out of Sean's house, leaving it emptier than it ever was.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery.
* Searching for traces of what that could be, his eyes fixes on Viggo's left wrist, exposed by a ridden up sleeve, fixes on the red and purple bruise he finds matching ones on his other wrist and on his ankles.
"Jesus! How...", Sean begins, but then realisation hits him. Those are no injuries you get on a battlefield, at least not on a battlefield as it was considered as by Tolkien. Bondage. Handcuffs digging into tanned skin. As this races through his mind, he changes his question and hisses in barely surpressed rage just one word: "Who?"*
Viggo shivers violently and his eyes widen as he sees fire in the green of Sean's eyes. They had be so gentle, reminding him of sun-warmed meadows, of peace and golden light of the consistence of honey, drawing out every second into eternity. Now fury burns everything into ashes.
Realising his mistake, Sean backs away. "Sorry", he mumbles and offers a hand, helping Viggo to get up, not releasing his gentle but firm grip: "Tell me, please."
Viggo shakes his head and says almost inaudible: "I can't." And storms out of Sean's house, leaving it emptier than it ever was.
Viggo runs, runs through the wood, just runs - right into HIS arms.
Sean curses, grabs his keys and hurries after him, following his instinct, as he couldn't locate him in the growing dark. A shriek, unearthly, resonating in his heart, forcing it to feel the pain, the utter horror. Slowing down he can see two shapes on a clearing.
Then he hears a familiar voice: "Where have you been, you fucking little slut? You don't have to tell me, I can smell him all over you. What have you been up to? Did you let him fuck you? Did you suck him off? You are mine, mine completely, you know that and fucking stop crying! I will punish you. This time you won't run to Sean. You like him? Love him? Because he's all British and nice? Because he doesn't hurt you, like I do? Because he doesn't complain, if you just want to curl up and sleep?"
And suddenly Sean remembers those nights like this one. At not usual and polite times Viggo would pop up from nowhere, standing barefoot and panting on his doorstep, eyes haunted, whispering: "I can't sleep. May I stay with you?" And he'd always been unable to say 'no', had let him in, had let him climb under the covers, a curled up form next to him on the king-sized bed, never touching, but a quiet presence as small as his voice in the dark: "Good night, Sean" before his eyes closed and he fell asleep instantly.
He was always gone before Sean awoke, leaving his unique scent lingering on the sheets. Sean would snuggle into them, feeling Viggo's fading warmth still caught in the fabric and the memory of a feather-light touch on his cheek.
As he hears Viggo whimper he leaps out of the shadow of the trees, rage burning inside him again, fed with hatred for somebody, who could harm this soft-spoken, shy man, that searched his comfort almost every night since two weeks. And Sean is angry at himself, for not recognising earlier, what caused Viggo's sleepless nights.
The taller figure let go of Viggo and was about to draw back into the woods, but Sean wouldn't let HIM flee, before he knows HIS identity.
Pouncing at HIM, he knocks HIM down, HE is no match at all for him and he rises, dragging HIM into the moonlight.
Shocked, he almost chokes on HIS name.
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*smiles*
Date: 2004-06-03 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-02 05:09 pm (UTC)hehe!!
Good chapter!
*LOL*
Date: 2004-06-03 12:12 am (UTC)thank you for feedback, that keeps me writing. I`m usually a little bit lazy.
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Date: 2004-06-02 05:36 pm (UTC)*smiles*
Date: 2004-06-03 12:13 am (UTC)thank you, thank you, I never thought, somebody would be so into it.
no subject
Date: 2004-06-02 05:46 pm (UTC)Hurry with next chap, please!
*sighs*
Date: 2004-06-03 12:15 am (UTC)Re: *sighs*
Date: 2004-06-03 12:19 am (UTC)Argh.
Yes, I see the problem. And of course, I do not mean to come through as demanding, even if I can see how I might. It's just my way of telling you that I'm really curious, you know?
*hugs*
Re: *sighs*
Date: 2004-06-03 02:07 am (UTC)I need some kicking in the a?& to keep going. ;)
:)
Date: 2004-06-02 06:10 pm (UTC)Re: :)
Date: 2004-06-03 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-02 08:49 pm (UTC)*blushes*
Date: 2004-06-03 12:17 am (UTC)Yes, i will post more. Many chapters will follow and I have a new series, too.
Some AU, but this must wait.
no subject
Date: 2004-06-02 11:08 pm (UTC)*grins*
Date: 2004-06-03 12:18 am (UTC)and this is just the beginning.
Okay, if his fans don`t kill me before I can write the next parts. *LOL*
no subject
Date: 2004-06-03 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-03 02:46 am (UTC)*LOL*
Date: 2004-06-03 03:19 am (UTC)and yes I am cruel, a sadistic little bitch, ask my muses.
*stares at Viggomuse hiding in the box of my art supplies together with Sean*
V: *shivers*
S: *glares back*
*looks for Gorny and Bory living in the forrest of my pottet plants*
G:"I know that look. IT`s EVIL! Pure evil!"
B:"She`ll hurt us again!"
Re: *LOL*
Date: 2004-06-03 03:42 am (UTC)Re: *LOL*
Date: 2004-06-03 02:09 pm (UTC)