rugbytackle | More drabble babble: Viggo/Sean

And here's the sins of Greed and Gluttony, and that's the last of them, I promise. ;)

Disclaimer: It's all fiction.

Two for Gluttony:

"Wine"

The memory of the words that he’d said to Sean was still fresh and raw. In retaliation Viggo popped the tab on another beer. Too soon the can was empty. He stumbled to the wine rack and found it bare save for one dark bottle. He drew it from the wire rack with exaggerated care, not trusting his numbed fingers. He stared at the label, the spidery script blurring. It was the wine Sean had bought. They’d never gotten around to opening it.

Viggo opened the wine and drank; it sloshed down his throat, speeding him, he prayed, toward forgetfulness.

"Blade"

The memory of the words that he’d said to Sean was still fresh and raw. In retaliation Viggo unsheathed his sword, crossed the patio onto the grass. He moved, blade flashing quicksilver in the moonlight. Hours later found him still there, sweating, panting, but still moving, the blade still flashing.

So what if occasionally he nicked himself? So what if as time wore on, he tended to slice his thigh again and again? So what if the cuts drew blood and pain? So what if he welcomed the pain, craved it, hungered for it?

He needed the pain to forget.

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And three for Greed:

"Not Enough"

Viggo stares, Sean smiles letting Viggo stare, but it isn’t enough.

In the dark hours of the morning, Viggo needs to hear Sean’s voice. Abandoning his bed he puts in a Sharpe dvd. Viggo listens, comes, it isn’t enough.

Viggo tackles Sean to the ground only because Sean allows it. Viggo tackles and a grinning Sean lets him, but, it certainly isn’t enough.

Viggo thirsts for Sean’s mouth. When Sean lets Viggo push him down on the couch and kiss him hard, Viggo realizes some things: it isn’t enough, he’ll never get enough, and he damn well will never share.

"More Than Company"

The hobbits are planning a cookout. Viggo finds Sean, mentions the Lothorien scene. Later, when Billy asks, Sean declines the offer of burned steaks and cold beer. He’s going to Viggo’s: rehearsing dialogue.

Orlando mentions Sean, his eyes, his voice. Viggo smiles at Orlando, wanders off on an errand. Later, when Orlando asks, Sean declines the offer for a jaunt up the coastline, already having plans with Viggo.

Viggo invites Sean for dinner. Later, when Sean arrives, Viggo shoves him against the door, kisses him until Sean stops struggling.

Viggo’s had Sean’s company, now he wants the rest of him.

"Speak"

Viggo lays hungry lips against Sean’s skin, nips Sean’s neck with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Say it,” he murmurs against Sean’s heated throat.

Sean groans, saying nothing. Viggo growls, moves, thrusting with punishing strokes that sends Sean arching off the bed.

“Say it,” Viggo demands through clenched teeth.

Sean moans Viggo’s name, but says nothing else.

Over the past months, Viggo’s earned Sean’s smiles, his friendship, his trust. It isn’t enough. Viggo desires everything Sean has to give, his smiles, his body, his heart.

“Say it.”

Viggo wants Sean to be his, and his alone.