Ficlet for the Pangram Challenge
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rugbytackleOkay, this one is for the pangram challenge and I freely admit that I used a lot of letters multiple times. It's inspired by the recent photos of Viggo at a bullfight in Spain (with his Alatriste director).
Story line: Games boys will plan
Pairing: Vig / Bean (who else)
Rating: R, I suppose, more for suggestion than actual
Disclaimer: all lies and wicked imagination
Feedback: lovely
Title: Ole!
The thrumming beat of the music and hand claps sent a surge of adrenalin through his veins. Snapping his red cape, he swirled and dipped, going down to one knee before the bull. Maddened by blood lust, the beast pawed roughly at the ground, hot moistened breath huffing from his mouth and nose.
Gracefully shifting and twisting, the matador stepped closer in this intimate and age old dance of death. Warily, the bull eyed his prey and lowered his massive head for a feinted thrust then quick as silver switched direction and veered straight at the bold intruder.
Yet the matador waited, zeroed into a focused box, suspended until the very last second, quivered, and turned just enough that the bull’s kinetic momentum carried him past, muscular sides brushing - a love touch.
A crescendo signaled the conflict was coming to an end. The bull sensing his doom made one last ruthless attack and the wily matador was hard pressed to escape his frenzied thrusts. Sweat poured off the agile man as he made one last heroic move and bought the bull down. Staring into his accepting, conquered eyes, the victor blessed his win through a claiming kiss.
“Christ, that was bloody hard work! You’re gonna have to give me a break or do all the work yourself if you want a fucking.”
Viggo licked Sean’s ear in satisfaction. “Umm, the matador needs a rest too. He’s a bit of a grizzled hack*, ya know. You thirsty?”
“Ehh, tickles! Bloody mustaches. Vig? After our little nap, you’re gonna be Hidalgo for me right? You promised yesterday.”
“Sean! How can I ever look TJ in the face again if I do that?!”
“I didn’t say you were playing TJ. Remember he’s the actor not the character.”
“Asshole.”
“Pisser”
......
“Ok, Ok, but I thought you wanted to be Achilles and me Patroclus.”
“Nay, I’m in the mood for a good ride. Besides you look very pretteh down on your hands and knees.”
Snicker. “neeiiigghhhh”
Gales of laughter and badly imitated whinnying broke out as two silly in love men nuzzled and settled down for a well deserved nap.
Note: Viggo often refers to himself as such- I'll take that kind of man any day.
Story line: Games boys will plan
Pairing: Vig / Bean (who else)
Rating: R, I suppose, more for suggestion than actual
Disclaimer: all lies and wicked imagination
Feedback: lovely
Title: Ole!
The thrumming beat of the music and hand claps sent a surge of adrenalin through his veins. Snapping his red cape, he swirled and dipped, going down to one knee before the bull. Maddened by blood lust, the beast pawed roughly at the ground, hot moistened breath huffing from his mouth and nose.
Gracefully shifting and twisting, the matador stepped closer in this intimate and age old dance of death. Warily, the bull eyed his prey and lowered his massive head for a feinted thrust then quick as silver switched direction and veered straight at the bold intruder.
Yet the matador waited, zeroed into a focused box, suspended until the very last second, quivered, and turned just enough that the bull’s kinetic momentum carried him past, muscular sides brushing - a love touch.
A crescendo signaled the conflict was coming to an end. The bull sensing his doom made one last ruthless attack and the wily matador was hard pressed to escape his frenzied thrusts. Sweat poured off the agile man as he made one last heroic move and bought the bull down. Staring into his accepting, conquered eyes, the victor blessed his win through a claiming kiss.
“Christ, that was bloody hard work! You’re gonna have to give me a break or do all the work yourself if you want a fucking.”
Viggo licked Sean’s ear in satisfaction. “Umm, the matador needs a rest too. He’s a bit of a grizzled hack*, ya know. You thirsty?”
“Ehh, tickles! Bloody mustaches. Vig? After our little nap, you’re gonna be Hidalgo for me right? You promised yesterday.”
“Sean! How can I ever look TJ in the face again if I do that?!”
“I didn’t say you were playing TJ. Remember he’s the actor not the character.”
“Asshole.”
“Pisser”
......
“Ok, Ok, but I thought you wanted to be Achilles and me Patroclus.”
“Nay, I’m in the mood for a good ride. Besides you look very pretteh down on your hands and knees.”
Snicker. “neeiiigghhhh”
Gales of laughter and badly imitated whinnying broke out as two silly in love men nuzzled and settled down for a well deserved nap.
Note: Viggo often refers to himself as such- I'll take that kind of man any day.
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Date: 2004-06-04 06:35 am (UTC)I love the grizzled hack! and Hidalgo / TJ roleplay is priceless... your story was just the tonic I needed after a long week at work :)
TJ - TJ - TJ
Date: 2004-06-04 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 11:36 am (UTC)That should almost be a quiz. Given your druthers, which character would you want them to roleplay while they were playing with you?
OMG!!!
Date: 2004-06-04 12:02 pm (UTC)Re: OMG!!!
Date: 2004-06-04 12:30 pm (UTC)Re: OMG!!!
Date: 2004-06-04 01:00 pm (UTC)Re: OMG!!!
Date: 2004-06-04 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-06 06:01 pm (UTC)