Short fic - I'll be better tomorrow
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rugbytackleTitle: I’ll be better tomorrow.
Author: Cykie
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rotpunkt’s manip. So this is for her.
Warnings: Adult content including violence. Some may find it disturbing.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Archive : Anywhere!
He dropped to the carpet in silence. His chest hurt, his throat hurt and now his knuckles hurt. The sound of groaning was so faint in his ear he almost couldn’t hear it but he knew it was there. The pain in his fists throbbed each time he heard the noise, but he ignored it. He almost wanted to run but his legs wouldn’t let him.
Soon a gentle hand appeared on his naked thigh. Next, a pair of lips wrapped around his aching cock. A tongue lapped up the underside and then cheeks hollowed as he was sucked hard. Thrusting his hips up Sean gripped onto the head of sandy hair down near his groin. He gripped so hard that he was almost pulling chunks out. The man didn’t pull away though, he just moved his head and lips faster. Sean was so hyped up that he knew it wouldn’t take long for it to be over. Sure enough after a couple more minutes of frantic pumping into the warm mouth Sean came with a cry. He exploded hard but the man didn’t pull away until he had swallowed every last drop.
Soon Viggo was facing Sean, his cheek red and his lip broken, his nose dripping blood. He took Sean in his arms and held him tightly, rocked him as they just sat in silence. Viggo was in physical pain but he showed no sign of it. He knew that Sean needed his comfort more than anything Viggo needed right now. If that would still be the case later was yet to be seen.
Later that evening, Viggo examined himself in the mirror. His face was a mess, covered in grazes and bruises made by fists as well as other objects that had been thrown at him. His nose had only just stopped bleeding and he was afraid if he wiped the dry blood away it would start again so he left it there. He would be able to sleep with one blocked nose; he felt so tired he could sleep for a year. When he heard the door of the bedroom open Viggo quickly turned and headed towards the bed. There was silence once more as he slipped underneath the covers, tugging them up over his chest, wanting to be left alone.
But he didn’t get his wish. Moments later another body slipped in beside him. It snuggled up against Viggo’s back and held him tightly. The body moved, almost rubbing itself up against him. Viggo felt something poking into his lower back and broke the silence.
"Not now, Sean. I need to recover okay?"
The body stilled, obviously shocked by the words.
"S.....sorry. Does it hurt?" Came the quiet reply. When Sean was so close and he spoke it made the hairs on the back of Viggo’s neck stand on end.
"Yes but it’s okay. I’ll be better tomorrow."
At least Viggo hoped that he would be. He couldn’t very well go outside looking like he’d been in a boxing match. People would ask questions. People wouldn’t understand. Sometimes Viggo wondered if Sean even understood why he did what he did. He also wondered why he let Sean do it. After all this time, it was just part of their relationship now. Sean got his kicks from violence. Viggo loved him enough to accept that, however much he ached the next day.
Author: Cykie
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Inspired by
rotpunkt’s manip. So this is for her. Warnings: Adult content including violence. Some may find it disturbing.
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Archive : Anywhere!
He dropped to the carpet in silence. His chest hurt, his throat hurt and now his knuckles hurt. The sound of groaning was so faint in his ear he almost couldn’t hear it but he knew it was there. The pain in his fists throbbed each time he heard the noise, but he ignored it. He almost wanted to run but his legs wouldn’t let him.
Soon a gentle hand appeared on his naked thigh. Next, a pair of lips wrapped around his aching cock. A tongue lapped up the underside and then cheeks hollowed as he was sucked hard. Thrusting his hips up Sean gripped onto the head of sandy hair down near his groin. He gripped so hard that he was almost pulling chunks out. The man didn’t pull away though, he just moved his head and lips faster. Sean was so hyped up that he knew it wouldn’t take long for it to be over. Sure enough after a couple more minutes of frantic pumping into the warm mouth Sean came with a cry. He exploded hard but the man didn’t pull away until he had swallowed every last drop.
Soon Viggo was facing Sean, his cheek red and his lip broken, his nose dripping blood. He took Sean in his arms and held him tightly, rocked him as they just sat in silence. Viggo was in physical pain but he showed no sign of it. He knew that Sean needed his comfort more than anything Viggo needed right now. If that would still be the case later was yet to be seen.
Later that evening, Viggo examined himself in the mirror. His face was a mess, covered in grazes and bruises made by fists as well as other objects that had been thrown at him. His nose had only just stopped bleeding and he was afraid if he wiped the dry blood away it would start again so he left it there. He would be able to sleep with one blocked nose; he felt so tired he could sleep for a year. When he heard the door of the bedroom open Viggo quickly turned and headed towards the bed. There was silence once more as he slipped underneath the covers, tugging them up over his chest, wanting to be left alone.
But he didn’t get his wish. Moments later another body slipped in beside him. It snuggled up against Viggo’s back and held him tightly. The body moved, almost rubbing itself up against him. Viggo felt something poking into his lower back and broke the silence.
"Not now, Sean. I need to recover okay?"
The body stilled, obviously shocked by the words.
"S.....sorry. Does it hurt?" Came the quiet reply. When Sean was so close and he spoke it made the hairs on the back of Viggo’s neck stand on end.
"Yes but it’s okay. I’ll be better tomorrow."
At least Viggo hoped that he would be. He couldn’t very well go outside looking like he’d been in a boxing match. People would ask questions. People wouldn’t understand. Sometimes Viggo wondered if Sean even understood why he did what he did. He also wondered why he let Sean do it. After all this time, it was just part of their relationship now. Sean got his kicks from violence. Viggo loved him enough to accept that, however much he ached the next day.
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Date: 2006-04-13 04:31 pm (UTC)Thank you for this opal of a story
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Date: 2006-04-13 05:46 pm (UTC)I'm glad it made you think. You're right, that is the greatest praise you can give a fic writer. So thanks again for reading my fic and taking the time to comment.
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Date: 2006-04-13 05:11 pm (UTC)Re: Hello
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Date: 2006-04-16 10:21 pm (UTC)My first attempt was longer and not as disturbing but it didn't seem......believable. Then I re-read what you said about this manip to someone else and this fic came out. It's certainly much darker than anything I've ever attempted before.
I'm pleased you think I did an ok job :)