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rugbytackleAuthor: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Fandom: LoTR – RPS
Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Prompt(s): Non-Con
Word Count: 2397
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Serious brutality - crosses the very fine line between passion and cruelty. Not for the politically correct and I make no apologies for it.
Disclaimer: Never seen either of these men doing anything like this except in their films, and they certainly weren’t doing this to each other…
Summary: Sean will be the only man in Viggo’s life…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“It’s a thin line, between love and hate…”
(Title of an old 70’s soul song (not sure who performed it first, though The Pretenders remade it).
Jealousy had never been this powerful before.
Sean couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so torn between agony and rage. Perhaps Abby had been right; that he could be a heartless bastard when he chose to – and he had often chose to. Abby never understood. It wasn’t heartlessness, but protection.
But now, the same pain he’d been protecting himself from for so long was the very thing that tossed his emotions about on tempestuous seas.
Agony pierced his heart; rage filled him with the need to hurt something…
Or someone.
With the rage came the anger and it tasted so sweet on Sean’s lips. It filled him to completion, like an excellent meal. There was a purpose to the anger, a sense of knowing that it was just. It gave him a cold and clear focus. With the force of his anger behind him like a formidable army, he could stamp out the insurrection of agony that threatened to undo him.
The single-malt scotch he was polishing off merely added fuel to a slowly-growing blaze. Rage simmered within and waited patiently for its chance to strike.
The rage had a face and a name…Viggo.
This was his reward then for giving himself to the blue-eyed man over and over, day after day, night after night. His reward for risking love again. Viggo had told him that his heart was safe in his care – that no one could or would ever come between them.
Which probably explained why some fresh-faced, brown haired piece of ass was hanging all over his lover at this very moment, stealing kisses that he’d no right to have, while his lover treated it as amusing, encouraged it even.
He’d seen more than enough as he stalked out of the pub – Orlando’s greedy little prissy elf hands practically on Viggo’s crotch and Viggo obviously not inclined to remove it.
Yes, while it was true that Sean had asked for a certain amount of discretion when it came to the nature of his and Viggo’s relationship, that certainly didn’t mean for Viggo to behave as if they meant nothing to each other at all.
He wondered how many people secretly mocked him behind his back – Sean Bean, the ‘little bit of rough’, now the thrice cast-aside lover.
The pain emerged again and was quickly dealt with from another fiery swallow of the single-malt.
It was past time that Viggo Mortensen learned exactly what taking Sean Bean as a lover truly meant. Oh yes, perhaps he’d not been clear enough in making sure that Viggo wanted or needed no one else.
He’d be more than clear now.
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The living room was dark when Viggo finally made it home. It was also quiet.
Ominously so.
He could just barely make the shadowed outline of Sean, sprawled out on the sofa, idly puffing away at a cigarette.
It seemed, however, that Sean not only saw him clearly with those disconcerting green eyes that glowed in the semi-darkness like an infrared sight, but smelled him too.
Smelled Orlando on him.
He didn’t mean for anything to happen – and thankfully he’d the presence of mind, not to mention a strong sense of guilt – before the situation had progressed far beyond the ability to stop. Still, Orlando had managed to get into Viggo’s trousers and show the older man his rather considerable oral skills.
He didn’t want to think about that, much less try to explain it to Sean.
“Had a good time tonight, Vig?”
Sean’s sarcastic question was a dangerous rumble that hung in the air, vibrating it.
Viggo’s mouth was dry. While neither had set perimeters for their new relationship, there had been a tacit understanding of exclusivity. Not to mention Viggo knew how jealous Sean could be.
There was tactile, and then there was Orlando, who didn’t seem overly concerned that he was making out with someone else’s lover. Then again, it wasn’t as if Viggo had tried all that hard to stop him.
Before he could say a word, Sean was up, having ground the cigarette out in the ashtray and began striding towards Viggo, dark purpose in his body language. Viggo had never known instinctive terror from another person, but Sean’s dark aura somehow made him shrink back.
“What is it, Vig? Cat got your tongue? Or was it too busy stuck up Orlando’s ass?”
Viggo smelled alcohol on Sean’s breath, but this was the insane Sean he’d always known existed just beneath the surface of the suave and elegant façade. This was the long-ago hellion Sean, who spent more time in pub fights and street brawls than in school. This was a Sean that Viggo had made the mistake in believing he’d tamed.
Sean was going to show him different.
The slap, when it came, was more of a shock than actual pain. Sean had struck, quietly and quickly like a venomous reptile.
“Tell me, Vig…” Sean’s voice was as cold and as smooth as ice, hard as a diamond. “Tell me everything you and that little bastard did tonight…”
Viggo still couldn’t speak, and it seemed as if his body was frozen into place. Sean shoved him roughly against the wall. A small shadowbox clattered to the ground.
“…And you will tell me everything one way or another…and then, Mr. Viggo Mortensen, I’m going to show you a few things…things that you’ve obviously forgotten about me…”
With a sudden sweep, Sean took Viggo’s legs from beneath him and he landed with a painful thud, flat on his back, eyes looking up at a towering, glowering Sean who was slowly, but with purpose, loosening his belt.
“I’ve been sitting here in the dark for hours, thinking of what I was going to do to you…but I’ll make it simple. First, I’m going to make you suck my cock until you can’t even breathe, then I’m going to fuck you until you bleed…”
Sean lowered himself on top of Viggo, his hardened cock jutting out and brushing against Viggo’s cheek. Viggo turned his head aside, only to have Sean wrench it painfully back as their eyes met. “We can do this the easy way…or we can do this the hard way…doesn’t matter because you’ll either suck me or gag,” he whispered cruelly as he glossed Viggo’s tightly closed lips with a stream of precome. “Come on, you Danish cocksucker, open up…”
Strong fingers entangled themselves in Viggo’s hair, forcing his lips to part and Sean instantly shoved several thick long inches into his mouth. Viggo gagged, tried to breathe, tried to relax his jaw muscles, but Sean wasn’t allowing it.
“Aw…too much meat for you,” Sean taunted as he forced Viggo’s head back and forth over his cock. “Come on, we both know you can handle it…” He shoved Viggo’s head all the way to the base and back up, using him brutally.
Viggo’s throat muscles protested the rough treatment, his mind tried to comprehend some way to deflect his lover’s rage before lack of air caused him to pass out. As if he knew this, Sean retreated, giving Viggo enough time to suck air back into parched lungs, though he still held his fingers wrapped around his head.
“So, who sucked who, Viggo,” Sean asked, eyes burning like green coals. “I can well imagine that slut on his knees before his ‘king’, or, was there a little reversal in roles?”
“Sean, please…” Viggo gasped, shaking with fear and from something else that he didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Shut the fuck up, Viggo. Better yet,” and he shoved his glistening cock back into his lover’s unwilling mouth again. “I don’t want your excuses or your pretty little lies. You give me exactly what you gave to Orlando tonight, and you’d better make it good.”
Sean continued ravaging Viggo’s mouth, the sight of him helpless in his hands even more arousing than the act itself. Thick meat buried to the hilt, Viggo’s nose mashed against his groin, Viggo’s eyes filled with rage, pain and shame. Seeing the shame excited Sean even more because he knew Viggo didn’t want to like what was being done to him, but couldn’t help himself. Sean continued bruising that loving, lying little mouth over and over, exacting pitiless revenge for his lover’s heartless betrayal, and perhaps seeking recompense for countless lovers in the past.
Sensing release, he abruptly pulled out of Viggo’s mouth and bent down, bestowing a brutal kiss on Viggo’s trembling lips.
“This is far from over darling…” Sean whispered sweetly villainous. “You need to remember whom you belong to…that I won’t tolerate you fucking anyone else.”
Shoving Viggo backwards, he grabbed his legs and placed them over his shoulders and bent over until not a breath could escape between them.
“…Oh god, Sean…don’t…” Viggo pleaded, but the fiery tearing sensation already signaled that it was too late as Sean breached him completely dry.
As he thrust into the yielding body beneath him, Sean punctuated each plunge with dark-tinted words.
“…You will…never…ever…fuck anyone else…but me…” Sweat dripped from his forehead landing on Viggo’s stomach. “…You…belong…to…me…”
Viggo never screamed, but he did so now. “Sean…please, you’re hurting me…”
Sean’s response to the nearly sobbing pleas was to shove in even harder. “Pain…you want to know what pain is, Vig…pain is watching the man who claimed to love you act as if he doesn’t even exist while someone else is practically crawling all over him for all the world to see…”
Unbidden tears began to mix with the all-consuming rage. “I trusted you Viggo…trusted you enough to open myself up in a way I didn’t think I could again…I trusted you to let you take me the way a man takes a woman…something I’d never done until you…and it meant nothing…”
Viggo was being ripped apart, both physically and mentally as Sean relentlessly battered him. The rawness of Sean’s cock thrusting inside of Viggo’s unlubed passage was sheer torture. What was even more painful was the sensation that pooled within his belly and in his heart. This wasn’t how it as supposed to be, and yet, this side of Sean – the violent and wicked side of Sean – it turned him on like nothing else. Sean was, for all practical purposes, raping him…
And he deserved it.
And though his mind rebelled, though it tried to break through with the icy voice of reason, to fight back against his assailant, even if that assailant just happened to be his lover – Viggo’s body told a different tale.
He hated himself for loving every minute of it. Hated his body for arching up to meet each insistent downstroke, hated each gasp that escaped his from between his tightly-clenched lips, tasting the familiar metallic tang of seeping blood. Hated it, but wanted it – felt as if the punishment fit the crime…
He hated the look of triumph that glittered in Sean’s wicked green eyes, and yet the look seared him with its powerful intensity.
Another stinging slap as Sean continued his brutal assault. “…Thinking about that little slut Orlando, eh? Fookin’ bastard…I’ll teach you to let him put his filthy hands on my property…”
Sean fucked him harder, faster, cursing at him as he grasped Viggo hips and shoved deeper and harder, sweeping against the dark-haired man’s prostate. Viggo moaned and Sean bared his teeth.
“…Oh yeah, Viggo…this is what you need…think ye can just treat me anyway you like…let others have you and expect me to ignore it…think again…I own you as you own me and no one will ever fuck you the way I do…no one, especially that little cocktease…you need a man to pound this ass, not some hairless little pretty boy…”
“…Ye’re gonna be walkin’ very funny for a few days, Vig…but it’ll be a nice little reminder of just where things stand between us…and it’ll make damn sure that you don’t ever stray from me again…Ye’re mine, Viggo Mortensen…I’m layin’ claim to you right now…”
With that admission, Sean simply lost himself in the sensation of taking Viggo over and over, shutting out the pleas for mercy and Viggo’s protestations of love. Sean didn’t want to hear them, didn’t care about them. All he wanted – needed – was to inflict as much pain on Viggo’s body as he’d felt earlier in his heart.
Viggo was his. By the time he was done, Viggo would know it.
Blood and precome were making each thrust easier, though Viggo’s muscles clenched around Sean’s unyielding cock. Over and over he struck Viggo’s explosive center, making the man gasp and moan and beg even though the pain had to be excruciating. Sean was rubbing himself raw in the process, but the pain made him feel alive, made the black rage of jealousy disappear.
He couldn’t stop even if he’d come to his senses. The end was too close. Grasping Viggo’s thighs, he spread the man wider still, as he pounded away like a machine with only one consciousness, one directive. Sweat poured from every gland, his eyes were shut tight, not seeing Viggo beneath him writhing in pain and in pleasure. Sean’s lips curled back as if attacking as each plunge became a countdown to insanity.
He screamed Viggo’s name as molten jets of come raced from his body into Viggo’s, flooding the other man with white-hot cream mixed with blood, and still he kept thrusting until it seemed as if his very soul drained into Viggo.
With orgasm, his mind was gone and so was the rage, and he collapsed on top of Viggo, both of them breathing shallowly.
He wouldn’t meet Viggo’s softened gaze as the other man whispered brokenly, “I’m yours…always…”
It was the only apology that mattered.
~The End~
Fandom: LoTR – RPS
Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Prompt(s): Non-Con
Word Count: 2397
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Serious brutality - crosses the very fine line between passion and cruelty. Not for the politically correct and I make no apologies for it.
Disclaimer: Never seen either of these men doing anything like this except in their films, and they certainly weren’t doing this to each other…
Summary: Sean will be the only man in Viggo’s life…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“It’s a thin line, between love and hate…”
(Title of an old 70’s soul song (not sure who performed it first, though The Pretenders remade it).
Jealousy had never been this powerful before.
Sean couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt so torn between agony and rage. Perhaps Abby had been right; that he could be a heartless bastard when he chose to – and he had often chose to. Abby never understood. It wasn’t heartlessness, but protection.
But now, the same pain he’d been protecting himself from for so long was the very thing that tossed his emotions about on tempestuous seas.
Agony pierced his heart; rage filled him with the need to hurt something…
Or someone.
With the rage came the anger and it tasted so sweet on Sean’s lips. It filled him to completion, like an excellent meal. There was a purpose to the anger, a sense of knowing that it was just. It gave him a cold and clear focus. With the force of his anger behind him like a formidable army, he could stamp out the insurrection of agony that threatened to undo him.
The single-malt scotch he was polishing off merely added fuel to a slowly-growing blaze. Rage simmered within and waited patiently for its chance to strike.
The rage had a face and a name…Viggo.
This was his reward then for giving himself to the blue-eyed man over and over, day after day, night after night. His reward for risking love again. Viggo had told him that his heart was safe in his care – that no one could or would ever come between them.
Which probably explained why some fresh-faced, brown haired piece of ass was hanging all over his lover at this very moment, stealing kisses that he’d no right to have, while his lover treated it as amusing, encouraged it even.
He’d seen more than enough as he stalked out of the pub – Orlando’s greedy little prissy elf hands practically on Viggo’s crotch and Viggo obviously not inclined to remove it.
Yes, while it was true that Sean had asked for a certain amount of discretion when it came to the nature of his and Viggo’s relationship, that certainly didn’t mean for Viggo to behave as if they meant nothing to each other at all.
He wondered how many people secretly mocked him behind his back – Sean Bean, the ‘little bit of rough’, now the thrice cast-aside lover.
The pain emerged again and was quickly dealt with from another fiery swallow of the single-malt.
It was past time that Viggo Mortensen learned exactly what taking Sean Bean as a lover truly meant. Oh yes, perhaps he’d not been clear enough in making sure that Viggo wanted or needed no one else.
He’d be more than clear now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The living room was dark when Viggo finally made it home. It was also quiet.
Ominously so.
He could just barely make the shadowed outline of Sean, sprawled out on the sofa, idly puffing away at a cigarette.
It seemed, however, that Sean not only saw him clearly with those disconcerting green eyes that glowed in the semi-darkness like an infrared sight, but smelled him too.
Smelled Orlando on him.
He didn’t mean for anything to happen – and thankfully he’d the presence of mind, not to mention a strong sense of guilt – before the situation had progressed far beyond the ability to stop. Still, Orlando had managed to get into Viggo’s trousers and show the older man his rather considerable oral skills.
He didn’t want to think about that, much less try to explain it to Sean.
“Had a good time tonight, Vig?”
Sean’s sarcastic question was a dangerous rumble that hung in the air, vibrating it.
Viggo’s mouth was dry. While neither had set perimeters for their new relationship, there had been a tacit understanding of exclusivity. Not to mention Viggo knew how jealous Sean could be.
There was tactile, and then there was Orlando, who didn’t seem overly concerned that he was making out with someone else’s lover. Then again, it wasn’t as if Viggo had tried all that hard to stop him.
Before he could say a word, Sean was up, having ground the cigarette out in the ashtray and began striding towards Viggo, dark purpose in his body language. Viggo had never known instinctive terror from another person, but Sean’s dark aura somehow made him shrink back.
“What is it, Vig? Cat got your tongue? Or was it too busy stuck up Orlando’s ass?”
Viggo smelled alcohol on Sean’s breath, but this was the insane Sean he’d always known existed just beneath the surface of the suave and elegant façade. This was the long-ago hellion Sean, who spent more time in pub fights and street brawls than in school. This was a Sean that Viggo had made the mistake in believing he’d tamed.
Sean was going to show him different.
The slap, when it came, was more of a shock than actual pain. Sean had struck, quietly and quickly like a venomous reptile.
“Tell me, Vig…” Sean’s voice was as cold and as smooth as ice, hard as a diamond. “Tell me everything you and that little bastard did tonight…”
Viggo still couldn’t speak, and it seemed as if his body was frozen into place. Sean shoved him roughly against the wall. A small shadowbox clattered to the ground.
“…And you will tell me everything one way or another…and then, Mr. Viggo Mortensen, I’m going to show you a few things…things that you’ve obviously forgotten about me…”
With a sudden sweep, Sean took Viggo’s legs from beneath him and he landed with a painful thud, flat on his back, eyes looking up at a towering, glowering Sean who was slowly, but with purpose, loosening his belt.
“I’ve been sitting here in the dark for hours, thinking of what I was going to do to you…but I’ll make it simple. First, I’m going to make you suck my cock until you can’t even breathe, then I’m going to fuck you until you bleed…”
Sean lowered himself on top of Viggo, his hardened cock jutting out and brushing against Viggo’s cheek. Viggo turned his head aside, only to have Sean wrench it painfully back as their eyes met. “We can do this the easy way…or we can do this the hard way…doesn’t matter because you’ll either suck me or gag,” he whispered cruelly as he glossed Viggo’s tightly closed lips with a stream of precome. “Come on, you Danish cocksucker, open up…”
Strong fingers entangled themselves in Viggo’s hair, forcing his lips to part and Sean instantly shoved several thick long inches into his mouth. Viggo gagged, tried to breathe, tried to relax his jaw muscles, but Sean wasn’t allowing it.
“Aw…too much meat for you,” Sean taunted as he forced Viggo’s head back and forth over his cock. “Come on, we both know you can handle it…” He shoved Viggo’s head all the way to the base and back up, using him brutally.
Viggo’s throat muscles protested the rough treatment, his mind tried to comprehend some way to deflect his lover’s rage before lack of air caused him to pass out. As if he knew this, Sean retreated, giving Viggo enough time to suck air back into parched lungs, though he still held his fingers wrapped around his head.
“So, who sucked who, Viggo,” Sean asked, eyes burning like green coals. “I can well imagine that slut on his knees before his ‘king’, or, was there a little reversal in roles?”
“Sean, please…” Viggo gasped, shaking with fear and from something else that he didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Shut the fuck up, Viggo. Better yet,” and he shoved his glistening cock back into his lover’s unwilling mouth again. “I don’t want your excuses or your pretty little lies. You give me exactly what you gave to Orlando tonight, and you’d better make it good.”
Sean continued ravaging Viggo’s mouth, the sight of him helpless in his hands even more arousing than the act itself. Thick meat buried to the hilt, Viggo’s nose mashed against his groin, Viggo’s eyes filled with rage, pain and shame. Seeing the shame excited Sean even more because he knew Viggo didn’t want to like what was being done to him, but couldn’t help himself. Sean continued bruising that loving, lying little mouth over and over, exacting pitiless revenge for his lover’s heartless betrayal, and perhaps seeking recompense for countless lovers in the past.
Sensing release, he abruptly pulled out of Viggo’s mouth and bent down, bestowing a brutal kiss on Viggo’s trembling lips.
“This is far from over darling…” Sean whispered sweetly villainous. “You need to remember whom you belong to…that I won’t tolerate you fucking anyone else.”
Shoving Viggo backwards, he grabbed his legs and placed them over his shoulders and bent over until not a breath could escape between them.
“…Oh god, Sean…don’t…” Viggo pleaded, but the fiery tearing sensation already signaled that it was too late as Sean breached him completely dry.
As he thrust into the yielding body beneath him, Sean punctuated each plunge with dark-tinted words.
“…You will…never…ever…fuck anyone else…but me…” Sweat dripped from his forehead landing on Viggo’s stomach. “…You…belong…to…me…”
Viggo never screamed, but he did so now. “Sean…please, you’re hurting me…”
Sean’s response to the nearly sobbing pleas was to shove in even harder. “Pain…you want to know what pain is, Vig…pain is watching the man who claimed to love you act as if he doesn’t even exist while someone else is practically crawling all over him for all the world to see…”
Unbidden tears began to mix with the all-consuming rage. “I trusted you Viggo…trusted you enough to open myself up in a way I didn’t think I could again…I trusted you to let you take me the way a man takes a woman…something I’d never done until you…and it meant nothing…”
Viggo was being ripped apart, both physically and mentally as Sean relentlessly battered him. The rawness of Sean’s cock thrusting inside of Viggo’s unlubed passage was sheer torture. What was even more painful was the sensation that pooled within his belly and in his heart. This wasn’t how it as supposed to be, and yet, this side of Sean – the violent and wicked side of Sean – it turned him on like nothing else. Sean was, for all practical purposes, raping him…
And he deserved it.
And though his mind rebelled, though it tried to break through with the icy voice of reason, to fight back against his assailant, even if that assailant just happened to be his lover – Viggo’s body told a different tale.
He hated himself for loving every minute of it. Hated his body for arching up to meet each insistent downstroke, hated each gasp that escaped his from between his tightly-clenched lips, tasting the familiar metallic tang of seeping blood. Hated it, but wanted it – felt as if the punishment fit the crime…
He hated the look of triumph that glittered in Sean’s wicked green eyes, and yet the look seared him with its powerful intensity.
Another stinging slap as Sean continued his brutal assault. “…Thinking about that little slut Orlando, eh? Fookin’ bastard…I’ll teach you to let him put his filthy hands on my property…”
Sean fucked him harder, faster, cursing at him as he grasped Viggo hips and shoved deeper and harder, sweeping against the dark-haired man’s prostate. Viggo moaned and Sean bared his teeth.
“…Oh yeah, Viggo…this is what you need…think ye can just treat me anyway you like…let others have you and expect me to ignore it…think again…I own you as you own me and no one will ever fuck you the way I do…no one, especially that little cocktease…you need a man to pound this ass, not some hairless little pretty boy…”
“…Ye’re gonna be walkin’ very funny for a few days, Vig…but it’ll be a nice little reminder of just where things stand between us…and it’ll make damn sure that you don’t ever stray from me again…Ye’re mine, Viggo Mortensen…I’m layin’ claim to you right now…”
With that admission, Sean simply lost himself in the sensation of taking Viggo over and over, shutting out the pleas for mercy and Viggo’s protestations of love. Sean didn’t want to hear them, didn’t care about them. All he wanted – needed – was to inflict as much pain on Viggo’s body as he’d felt earlier in his heart.
Viggo was his. By the time he was done, Viggo would know it.
Blood and precome were making each thrust easier, though Viggo’s muscles clenched around Sean’s unyielding cock. Over and over he struck Viggo’s explosive center, making the man gasp and moan and beg even though the pain had to be excruciating. Sean was rubbing himself raw in the process, but the pain made him feel alive, made the black rage of jealousy disappear.
He couldn’t stop even if he’d come to his senses. The end was too close. Grasping Viggo’s thighs, he spread the man wider still, as he pounded away like a machine with only one consciousness, one directive. Sweat poured from every gland, his eyes were shut tight, not seeing Viggo beneath him writhing in pain and in pleasure. Sean’s lips curled back as if attacking as each plunge became a countdown to insanity.
He screamed Viggo’s name as molten jets of come raced from his body into Viggo’s, flooding the other man with white-hot cream mixed with blood, and still he kept thrusting until it seemed as if his very soul drained into Viggo.
With orgasm, his mind was gone and so was the rage, and he collapsed on top of Viggo, both of them breathing shallowly.
He wouldn’t meet Viggo’s softened gaze as the other man whispered brokenly, “I’m yours…always…”
It was the only apology that mattered.
~The End~
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Date: 2006-01-27 06:35 pm (UTC)I think that this story is very good in expressing the complexity and power struggle of the relationship between these two and there is no doubt that Viggo does like it and feels he deserves to be treated this way. It is not easy to read, but is a terrific piece of writing.
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Date: 2006-01-27 08:17 pm (UTC)I didn't think this would be an easy read for many people, so i really appreciate those who have taken this journey with me.
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Date: 2006-01-28 10:27 am (UTC)Both men feel pain and pleasure at the same time and in a way, they both seem to need this. Probably the only way to go on with their relationship.
I agree with Mooms: a terrific piece of writing!
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Date: 2006-01-30 06:33 pm (UTC)