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rugbytackleTITLE: SEVEN DEADLY SINS
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, violence, fluff
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
SUMMARY: Sean commits the Seven Deadly Sins during one night.
NOTES: You know, religion lessons are very inspiring... ;P
Belated birthday present for maltkate22! Sorry, it's an un-betaed over-thousand- words-ramble... *blushes* But I hope you like it...
LUST
Viggo's voice is small in the silence of the room, but Sean can hear him perfectly well, when he whispers: "Please..., touch me..."
And he grants his wish. Sean's damp palms slide over Viggo's sweat-slick thighs, feeling them shiver. Those grey-blue eyes are wide open and Sean sees pain and longing in them.
"I can't give you, what you want", he says and Viggo nods, closing his eyes.
"I know", Viggo whispers, "but I'll take everything, you can offer."
Then he looks into Sean's eyes, baring his soul.
Sean sees lust and love, one of those feelings he shares.
He laughs and warns him: "You don't know, what you are asking for."
But Viggo meets his gaze steadily, trusting, open, vulnerable like his naked body,
So very delicate and pale in the cold moonlight, that filters through the window.
He's not afraid, when Sean twist him around, pushing him face-down onto the mattress.
"Don't look at me", he hisses, unable to stand Viggo's penetrating gaze.
Viggo closes his eyes obediently and his body becomes limp.
"Yours", he whispers, his face hidden behind the long strands of his hair.
Sean doesn't see the tears rolling, doesn't hear their impact on the pillow and smiles at the display on his bed.
Viggo lying on his belly, legs slightly spread, arms resting limply at his sides, palms open and defenceless.
GREED
Sean doesn't give Viggo, what he wants, but he greedily takes everything, Viggo offers and even more.
He makes him scream, as he pushes into him without preparation, holds him down, as he arches off the mattress in pain. Mindlessly he pounds into him, enjoying, the hot, dry friction of his viselike clenching insides.
"Sean", Viggo whispers, his voice broken, "hurts..."
But he just growls: "Shut up and stop squirming."
Despite his command, Viggo scrambles forward, trying to ease the hard fucking he receives. Angrily Sean grabs both his wrists and stops his movements.
Viggo sobs and clenches around Sean's cock, bucks and writhes.
Still dressed, just unzipped, Sean slides his belt free and ties Viggo's fragile wrists together behind his straining back, grabbing the ends of the belt to hold Viggo in place for his rutting.
His pathetic whimpers and cries just encourage him to trust harder.
Finally he slides easier in and out, Viggo's own blood lubricating the passage and it sends him over the edge.
VANITY
Sean withdraws and sits back. Leaning at the headboard, he smiles at Viggo's shivering form, watching him, how he clumsily gets rid of the belt.
"Is tha' wha' y' want?", he slurs, reaching for the smears of moonlight-black blood on Viggo's thighs and buttocks.
"Did y' like it?", he inquires. But Viggo stays mute and motionless.
Frowning Sean turns him on his back.
Viggo's face is an image of pain and despair, his hair is sticking to his sweaty skin.
But he's still hard and his trembling thighs bend, trying to hide it.
"Yes, y' like it...", Sean states and crawls over him, his green eyes sparkling with self-satisfaction and renewed desire.
Taking an iron grip and those muscular legs, he forces them apart, as wide as they can go.
"Please", Viggo rasps out, blinking furiously his tears away, "Please stop hurting me..."
Sean allows him to press his legs together and to curl up on his side, facing away from him, his whole body wracking with sobs.
GLUTTONY
"Stop that!", Sean hisses, "Stop crying!"
But Viggo just curls up even more, whimpering and trembling all over.
Helplessly Sean finally tries to soothe him, spooning him, arms encircling Viggo's slender waist.
Tentatively Sean kisses Viggo's sweaty neck and one of his hands slides down his muscular abs, closing gently around Viggo's hard cock.
He moans softly, but protests: "Don't, ... please..."
"Let me...", Sean purrs and the fingertips of his other hand tease Viggo's nipples.
Clumsily Viggo tries to squirm out of his embrace, but Sean rolls him over on his belly again. Viggo clings to Sean's pillow, inhaling its scent deeply, bracing himself for the next assault.
His closing eyes immediately snap open, as he feels Sean nuzzling his cleft.
"What the h...", he starts, but yelps loudly, as Sean parts his cheeks and his tongue-tip darts quickly out, flicking over smears of blood and cum marking the tender flesh.
Viggo's hips buck involuntary and he makes soft little needy sounds as Sean continues pleasuring him, trying to soothe pain and humiliation by licking the evidences of his violation from his skin, finally even from the inside.
Moaning and writhing, Viggo gives in and finds his release with a soft strangled gasp.
SLOTH
Viggo stares at his reflection in the bathroom-mirror, trembling, unable to look at himself without disgust. He inwardly curses himself for acting that wanton and at the same time that submissive.
Images race through his mind, images of his own hands clutching white satin sheets, small spots of blood covering the pillow, trickling from his bitten lip.
The burning pain of penetration faded, leaving a dull ache, that becomes fiercer with every step.
He doesn't hear Sean entering the bathroom, starts as smouldering green eyes meet his gaze in the mirror.
Closing his eyes, he whispers: "Please...", hoping Sean would understand.
But there's just one kiss, dry, soft, barely touching his temple and Viggo feels the familiar pain of longing spreading in his chest, like a balled up paper enfolding.
Almost unconsciously, just making the softest of all noises, that leave you frightened, that they could be unreal, until you can read the letters again.
Just four. "L. O. V. E."
But Sean is slothful with four-letter word.
He doesn't use it with the two other important ones: "I" and "you".
ENVY
Sean wants to step back into the shadows, wants them to wallow him, but memories flutter like errant moths through his mind, when he looks at Viggo's beautiful face.
"With you around, there's always a miracle about to happen", Elijah says.
"I love "Recent Forgeries", tell me how you...", Orlando's voice breaks in.
"You are brilliant", Ian states.
"A born leader", John adds.
"You ARE Aragorn", Peter admires.
"Finally a character I don't have to pretend to be in love with", Miranda whispers.
Viggo is their hero, their king. His star is as quickly rising as Sean's falls.
And he can't stop it.
Both.
He shakes his head to clear it from those voices and looks at himself in the mirror and doesn't find himself in this stranger's face.
WRATH
"Sean", Viggo's voice cuts into him like the sharp shadows into the planes of his face.
This oh-so-soft-and-raspy voice. Gut-wrenching, infuriating in its lazy drawl and mumble. When Viggo tries to yell, it just sounds stupid.
His voice is made for the shy darkness of bedrooms, for candle-light and love songs, for comforting and diplomacy.
But it doesn't work with Sean.
It's like a breeze in the fire of his burning rage and finally Sean snaps and snarls: "I hate you."
Those words twist themselves like a dull knife into Viggo's heart.
He gasps and is about to fall, his knees buckling, but Sean embraces him from behind, holding him, nuzzling his neck, whispering: "You are so beautiful, so talented, so stunning, that it hurts..., hurts to love you..., that's why I hate you."
"Why?", Viggo asks irritated, his voice trembling.
"I feel worthless and pale next to you", Sean admits, hiding his face in Viggo's long hair.
"But you aren't", Viggo insists, smiling softly, "I love you for, who you are."
"Who am I?", Sean cries.
"Can't you see?", Viggo asks, gesturing to the mirror and Sean finds the answer in Viggo's eyes, shining with love and forgiveness.
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, violence, fluff
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
SUMMARY: Sean commits the Seven Deadly Sins during one night.
NOTES: You know, religion lessons are very inspiring... ;P
Belated birthday present for maltkate22! Sorry, it's an un-betaed over-thousand- words-ramble... *blushes* But I hope you like it...
LUST
Viggo's voice is small in the silence of the room, but Sean can hear him perfectly well, when he whispers: "Please..., touch me..."
And he grants his wish. Sean's damp palms slide over Viggo's sweat-slick thighs, feeling them shiver. Those grey-blue eyes are wide open and Sean sees pain and longing in them.
"I can't give you, what you want", he says and Viggo nods, closing his eyes.
"I know", Viggo whispers, "but I'll take everything, you can offer."
Then he looks into Sean's eyes, baring his soul.
Sean sees lust and love, one of those feelings he shares.
He laughs and warns him: "You don't know, what you are asking for."
But Viggo meets his gaze steadily, trusting, open, vulnerable like his naked body,
So very delicate and pale in the cold moonlight, that filters through the window.
He's not afraid, when Sean twist him around, pushing him face-down onto the mattress.
"Don't look at me", he hisses, unable to stand Viggo's penetrating gaze.
Viggo closes his eyes obediently and his body becomes limp.
"Yours", he whispers, his face hidden behind the long strands of his hair.
Sean doesn't see the tears rolling, doesn't hear their impact on the pillow and smiles at the display on his bed.
Viggo lying on his belly, legs slightly spread, arms resting limply at his sides, palms open and defenceless.
GREED
Sean doesn't give Viggo, what he wants, but he greedily takes everything, Viggo offers and even more.
He makes him scream, as he pushes into him without preparation, holds him down, as he arches off the mattress in pain. Mindlessly he pounds into him, enjoying, the hot, dry friction of his viselike clenching insides.
"Sean", Viggo whispers, his voice broken, "hurts..."
But he just growls: "Shut up and stop squirming."
Despite his command, Viggo scrambles forward, trying to ease the hard fucking he receives. Angrily Sean grabs both his wrists and stops his movements.
Viggo sobs and clenches around Sean's cock, bucks and writhes.
Still dressed, just unzipped, Sean slides his belt free and ties Viggo's fragile wrists together behind his straining back, grabbing the ends of the belt to hold Viggo in place for his rutting.
His pathetic whimpers and cries just encourage him to trust harder.
Finally he slides easier in and out, Viggo's own blood lubricating the passage and it sends him over the edge.
VANITY
Sean withdraws and sits back. Leaning at the headboard, he smiles at Viggo's shivering form, watching him, how he clumsily gets rid of the belt.
"Is tha' wha' y' want?", he slurs, reaching for the smears of moonlight-black blood on Viggo's thighs and buttocks.
"Did y' like it?", he inquires. But Viggo stays mute and motionless.
Frowning Sean turns him on his back.
Viggo's face is an image of pain and despair, his hair is sticking to his sweaty skin.
But he's still hard and his trembling thighs bend, trying to hide it.
"Yes, y' like it...", Sean states and crawls over him, his green eyes sparkling with self-satisfaction and renewed desire.
Taking an iron grip and those muscular legs, he forces them apart, as wide as they can go.
"Please", Viggo rasps out, blinking furiously his tears away, "Please stop hurting me..."
Sean allows him to press his legs together and to curl up on his side, facing away from him, his whole body wracking with sobs.
GLUTTONY
"Stop that!", Sean hisses, "Stop crying!"
But Viggo just curls up even more, whimpering and trembling all over.
Helplessly Sean finally tries to soothe him, spooning him, arms encircling Viggo's slender waist.
Tentatively Sean kisses Viggo's sweaty neck and one of his hands slides down his muscular abs, closing gently around Viggo's hard cock.
He moans softly, but protests: "Don't, ... please..."
"Let me...", Sean purrs and the fingertips of his other hand tease Viggo's nipples.
Clumsily Viggo tries to squirm out of his embrace, but Sean rolls him over on his belly again. Viggo clings to Sean's pillow, inhaling its scent deeply, bracing himself for the next assault.
His closing eyes immediately snap open, as he feels Sean nuzzling his cleft.
"What the h...", he starts, but yelps loudly, as Sean parts his cheeks and his tongue-tip darts quickly out, flicking over smears of blood and cum marking the tender flesh.
Viggo's hips buck involuntary and he makes soft little needy sounds as Sean continues pleasuring him, trying to soothe pain and humiliation by licking the evidences of his violation from his skin, finally even from the inside.
Moaning and writhing, Viggo gives in and finds his release with a soft strangled gasp.
SLOTH
Viggo stares at his reflection in the bathroom-mirror, trembling, unable to look at himself without disgust. He inwardly curses himself for acting that wanton and at the same time that submissive.
Images race through his mind, images of his own hands clutching white satin sheets, small spots of blood covering the pillow, trickling from his bitten lip.
The burning pain of penetration faded, leaving a dull ache, that becomes fiercer with every step.
He doesn't hear Sean entering the bathroom, starts as smouldering green eyes meet his gaze in the mirror.
Closing his eyes, he whispers: "Please...", hoping Sean would understand.
But there's just one kiss, dry, soft, barely touching his temple and Viggo feels the familiar pain of longing spreading in his chest, like a balled up paper enfolding.
Almost unconsciously, just making the softest of all noises, that leave you frightened, that they could be unreal, until you can read the letters again.
Just four. "L. O. V. E."
But Sean is slothful with four-letter word.
He doesn't use it with the two other important ones: "I" and "you".
ENVY
Sean wants to step back into the shadows, wants them to wallow him, but memories flutter like errant moths through his mind, when he looks at Viggo's beautiful face.
"With you around, there's always a miracle about to happen", Elijah says.
"I love "Recent Forgeries", tell me how you...", Orlando's voice breaks in.
"You are brilliant", Ian states.
"A born leader", John adds.
"You ARE Aragorn", Peter admires.
"Finally a character I don't have to pretend to be in love with", Miranda whispers.
Viggo is their hero, their king. His star is as quickly rising as Sean's falls.
And he can't stop it.
Both.
He shakes his head to clear it from those voices and looks at himself in the mirror and doesn't find himself in this stranger's face.
WRATH
"Sean", Viggo's voice cuts into him like the sharp shadows into the planes of his face.
This oh-so-soft-and-raspy voice. Gut-wrenching, infuriating in its lazy drawl and mumble. When Viggo tries to yell, it just sounds stupid.
His voice is made for the shy darkness of bedrooms, for candle-light and love songs, for comforting and diplomacy.
But it doesn't work with Sean.
It's like a breeze in the fire of his burning rage and finally Sean snaps and snarls: "I hate you."
Those words twist themselves like a dull knife into Viggo's heart.
He gasps and is about to fall, his knees buckling, but Sean embraces him from behind, holding him, nuzzling his neck, whispering: "You are so beautiful, so talented, so stunning, that it hurts..., hurts to love you..., that's why I hate you."
"Why?", Viggo asks irritated, his voice trembling.
"I feel worthless and pale next to you", Sean admits, hiding his face in Viggo's long hair.
"But you aren't", Viggo insists, smiling softly, "I love you for, who you are."
"Who am I?", Sean cries.
"Can't you see?", Viggo asks, gesturing to the mirror and Sean finds the answer in Viggo's eyes, shining with love and forgiveness.
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Date: 2004-07-12 11:38 am (UTC)fucking bloody great!!!! *drools* that's all i have to say about that......*lol* marvelous, honestly!
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Date: 2004-07-12 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-14 02:17 am (UTC)*jumps on you* Thanks a lot! :) You really made me day! :)
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Date: 2004-07-17 06:16 am (UTC)yay for teh angst!
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Date: 2004-07-25 06:04 am (UTC)You do this shit so well.
*sigh*
Thank you.
C x.