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rugbytackleAuthor: Ashlyn K. Toliver
E-mail: KTR525@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: Sean B/Viggo M
Warnings: m/m sex, language
Disclaimer: I don’t know either of these men…I just like to play with them in my imagination. Okay, I’d like to play with them in real life too, but this will have to do for now.
Summary: Sean, Viggo, a wall – what else is there?
Author’s Note: I thought at first of re-posting Up Against the Wall for nevanoon’s Picture Challenge 3 because her gorgeous manip seemed tailor-made for the story. Then I awoke from a dream where my lovely male muses were whispering this in my ear…
I didn’t beta, I just wrote.
For Anne, for fawsley, for nevanoon…it’s all your fault!
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Sean Bean had several types of smiles and they all depended on his mood.
There was his irresistibly devastating grin when he was on for the press. It was charming and just slightly south of roguish, dazzling white teeth (retouched because Sean smoked and was an unrepentant tea-drinker) against the god-like golden glow of his hair and skin. That smile had the almost mystical power of turning middle-aged women (and some men) who’d long since thought themselves past the age of movie-idol worship into lusty bacchantes screaming for their Dionysus.
Then there was the wide, easygoing Bean smile – the one strictly reserved for family and friends where the pearly whites weren’t and it didn’t matter that one canine almost overlapped the other. The one he showed when having a few at his favourite pub watching his beloved Blades on the telly, or when his daughters came to visit or when the hydrangea in his pride and joy garden came into bloom. That smile was usually accompanied by a boisterous laugh that shook the nearly six-foot frame and created adorable crinkles around his lambent green eyes.
And then…then there was the secretive smile reserved for one person alone. A smile that was as intimate as a kiss and which matched the sensuous green flame in his eyes. It was a smile full of potent sexual magnetism, a thin crease on those luscious male lips, a devilish upturn that could be thought of as faintly psychotic, and it sent Viggo’s pulses racing, making him forget what he was doing at any given time.
Right now Sean stood inches from Viggo’s body, trading heat and heartbeats. That smile was as hot and dangerous as the look in his eyes.
“You’re acting like I’m giving you a choice, Vig.” Sean’s smile reminded Viggo of a cobra ready to strike, and like the cobra, a pair of strong arms snaked around his body and held him fast.
Viggo may have been Sean’s master in the playroom, but the rest of the house was open territory and that was something Sean took advantage of at practically every opportunity.
It was especially a mindfuck because Sean still wore his collar, the d-ring hanging down like Arwen’s pendant – a token of their love and trust – just waiting for the leash. The leash had been left behind once the door of their secret world closed. Viggo could still smell the sweat and the leather on Sean’s skin and could feel the criss-cross of red welts expertly and lovingly laid across his back.
“…Wanna fight me, go ahead, but I plan to fuck you Vig. Right here, right now, ‘cause it’s my turn to play,” the Brit whispered the scorching hot words into Viggo’s ear.
The thought of Sean having his way with him made Viggo painfully hard, though he’d already come inside the playroom. What made him even harder was that wicked look on his face combined with that voice, sinfully dark as his tongue caressed each syllable, in stark contrast to his more laid back Sheffield cant.
Viggo loved Sean this way – it kept their love fresh, unpredictable. Not bad for two almost-over-the-hill geezers who’d been a couple for nearly six years. If anything, Viggo was happy with how things were between them – that Sean was still Sean, free and independent and passionate – not some sub who couldn’t function without his guidance. That had not been the type of relationship he’d wanted, nor would it have been the kind he’d have pushed Sean into.
Sean as a sub had been everything Viggo could have wanted, and more. Proud, stubborn when he chose to be, and just slightly bitchy, but willing and able to take as much as Viggo could give and reveling in the freedom that submission bestowed. Oh yes, Sean sometimes fought him tooth and nail, but he gave in at the end – he always did – but he made Viggo work for it each and every time.
And Viggo loved and cherished Sean’s submission because of that very fact. It didn’t come easy, but it always came from the soul.
Still, even in this love-play of theirs, Viggo pushed a little harder, testing the boundaries, quietly reminding Sean that the balance of power could very easily shift.
“For a sub who just spent the past two hours being disciplined, you’re pretty mouthy,” Viggo taunted, unable to resist baiting the blonde Brit as they locked eyes in a silent battle of wills that he had every intent upon losing. The hand around his throat was all business as Sean’s lips hovered mere inches from Viggo’s mouth. “Maybe I don’t want to play with you now.”
Sean’s eyes spared a quick glance downwards between their bodies. “Fine...” and lightning-quick, Sean’s hand went from his throat to tangling itself in his hair. Yanking hard, the blonde man forced Viggo’s back to the wall. “You forget…I play dirty... and your body is telling me a different story...”
Oh yes, he definitely did as Viggo’s hands were pinned up over his head, held in Sean’s strong and secure grasp. Wicked emerald lights shone in his lover’s eyes as his lips ghosted over bare flesh.
Sean chuckled erotically. “I seem to have you at a slight disadvantage right now, eh luv? I think you need me to fuck this beautiful body until all you taste is me…after all,” and Sean’s lips, hot and breathy against his stubbled cheek sent Viggo’s mind into a wile swirl of need, “You need me to top you as much as I need you to top me. Balance and all that…”
“Screw balance,” Viggo moaned as the hands that held him fast to the wall tightened like manacles of flesh and bone.
Green eyes bore into him, penetrating him. “Nah, I’d rather screw you, my beautiful Danish bastard…now open up for me…”
Practice, as they said, made perfect and Viggo wrapped his legs around Sean’s waist as his lover’s stiffened cock teased with sweet friction against his hungry entrance.
That was all the teasing he did. With one urgent thrust, Sean sheathed himself inside of the hot tightness that had never lost the ability to shatter him every time he made love with Viggo. Six years and nothing felt as good to him as Viggo taking him fully, the slick walls greedily clutching at his cock, swallowing the length.
Viggo reveled in the initial pain. He loved that split-second burn of being breached, opened wide to take something inside of him that his body wanted to reject. He could easily relax his guardian muscle to make Sean’s penetration smoother, but there was no pleasure in that – at least not yet.
Seated fully inside, Sean held him, savoring their connection, gentle masculine kisses punctuating the slow move of his hips and thighs. He nuzzled the side of Viggo’s neck, his tongue seared a path across salty skin, lapped at the throbbing pulse that pounded madly beneath his questing mouth.
In turn, Viggo lightly nipped at Sean’s lips, his tongue danced playfully inside the moist cavern as they shared slow, drugging kisses and breathless laughter as eyes met eyes, slowly urging the other to stay – to come – to just be in the moment.
They were as lions at play – both beautifully alpha – tawny gold skin on olive-rose skin, teasing and touching, always mindful of the sheer power they held to hurt and careful enough not to. They bit at each other’s flesh, leaving light lover’s marks in their wake as their passion roused and grow stronger by the moment, though they were in little hurry for completion. They exalted in the pure, clean male strength of the other, in the beauty and solid lines of muscles over taut skin.
They breathed each other’s breath, tasted the honey of each other’s mouths, Viggo arching and giving into Sean’s mastery of him. He slid his hands up and down Sean’s back, and was rewarded with a gasp as his fingers made rough contact with the fresh welts that covered it.
“Surveying your handiwork,” Sean growled as he sucked on a fleshy earlobe. “Ye’re gettin’ right artistic with that crop thing of yours.”
Viggo chuckled as he traced one red and swollen weal with a fingertip. “I can’t help it. You’re a beautiful canvas, Bean.”
The blond man snorted, paused in his movements. “So I’m just a canvas to you now, is it…well, maybe ye’re like a garden and I feel like plowin’ into you…”
And Viggo clung to Sean for dear life as he was opened again and again and again, each stroke like fire spreading outwards, consuming him in a raw act of possession. They held each other’s soulful gazes, full of love, lust and desire.
Another deep, oxygen-stealing, moral-obliterating, incendiary kiss until two sets of lungs began to suck in much-needed air like bellows. Viggo asked panting, “Is this when I’m supposed to tell you that I love you?” His body was slick with sweat and precome and straining from the pleasurable friction of his cock between them.
Sean slowed his pace down again, sensing that both of them were close to release and somehow managed to grin inanely at his lover. “So tell me,” and he ground his hips up slowly and deeply.
Sean didn’t reply, just sealed his mouth to Viggo’s as he drove himself deeper and faster inside his lover’s body, aroused past all reason by the feel of Viggo’s thighs wrapped around his waist and the tight heat that grasped his cock and did not seem to want to let go . Together they found the right tempo that bound their bodies and entwined their hearts as the world around them spun and careened on its axis. Viggo no longer had the strength to beg, nor had he needed to for Sean was right there, taking him, Sean’s cock seemingly reading each quiver and quake and each thrust of his hips sliding ever so deliciously against his sweet spot.
The wall held Viggo up. Sean held him prisoner and pounded him past oblivion as both sought release. Spiraling into ecstasy, Sean sweetly ravaged his poet-lover and Viggo’s leaking, weeping cock lay flush between them, sliding against his stomach almost as if trying to fuck Sean’s navel. Adjusting the angle, Sean struck Viggo’s explosive center with almost brute force and the man he held against him groaned his name as a powerful rush of liquid heat splashed between their fused bodies and the climax radiated outward, snaring Sean in its web as the floodgates opened and he exploded deep within Viggo’s tight channel – a hot, fluid reminder of their never-ending passion.
Viggo’s breath came in a long, shuddering moan. “…Love you, you big Northern bastard…”
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Date: 2005-09-28 07:57 pm (UTC)They were as lions at play – both beautifully alpha – tawny gold skin on olive-rose skin, teasing and touching, always mindful of the sheer power they held to hurt and careful enough not to.
I like that part a lot. *smirks happily*
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Date: 2005-09-28 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-29 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-29 09:13 pm (UTC)Hmm, I wonder that too - although the idea for Sean's smiles actually came from pictures I've seen of him. He seems to have a different smile depending on where he is and whom he may be with. It's more relaxed and easygoing with people he considers friends. And Viggo, what can you say about his sheer hotness that hasn't already been said. Gentle strength, that's how I see him.
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Date: 2005-09-29 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-30 08:16 am (UTC)*grins* So true!
Enjoyed this very much, (although it touched some of my 'weak points', you know about my difficulties concerning sub/dom from Anne, I assume), I adore the way you make one feel (not just watch) their love. And although I'm still a newbie to that 'theory' of them being 'alpha-males', I instinctively loved the image of them acting like lions at play.
I'm truly amazed by and taken with the different associations others have regarding one of my manips/works, and the results of that.
Thanks for this! :)
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Date: 2005-09-30 03:16 pm (UTC)I'm doubly honoured you enjoyed this story nevanoon because Anne has talked about your feelings on sub/dom relationships and I do understand them, which is why I have always written and focused more on the 'lovestyle' of BDSM rather than the 'lifestyle' and the mechanics. The way I see it, a strong man like Sean would have to love and to trust someone completely in order to allow such powerful 'play' to occur without losing his sense of self; by the same token a strong man like Viggo honors and cherishes that strength. He can also submit because he's secure enough in himself to do so.
My ideas on 'alpha' males may be a little different than most because my views of masculinity are different. I find Viggo far more alpha than most men even though he has characteristics most would consider 'feminine', such as his tendancy towards the arts and his proclivity for kissing men on the lips. In real life I have never been attracted to men who think they have to prove their machismo (masculinity) through material possessions or by how 'tough' they act. I prefer the quiet strength of men who are gentle and yet have that deeper core of power inside. My boyfriend is a keyboard player for a progressive metal band, and a computer tech, but is also highly skilled in the martial arts. He doesn't go around trying to show how tough he is, he doesn't have to because he's secure in himself as a man.
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Date: 2005-10-01 08:36 pm (UTC)