Fic: The Fountains of Life
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rugbytackleTitle: The Fountains of Life
Chapter 2: The Dark
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC17
Archive: Whoever wants it
Disclaimer: A work of fiction, not reality…but you can’t have everything. Completely daft and shouldn’t be taken seriously by anyone.
Summary: Sean has difficulties getting to sleep with the fear of things that go Scuttle In The Night hanging over his head.
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“ In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace,” Sophocles
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There was one thing that Sean liked about the Great Outdoors. It was outdoors. That was, after all, shown in the title and everyone knew that nature stayed outdoors and people – namely him – stayed indoors. That was how it worked. That was the deal. What was NOT the deal by any means was the possibility that he would be stuck outside listening to the rustlings and the chirpings and the movement and the crackling of random things somewhere in the dark.
He groaned to himself and curled a little tighter in his makeshift bed. Viggo had taken charge of creating their temporary accommodation and had swept the fallen leaves and twigs out of the clearing that had been selected, removing as many stones as he could find and creating a reasonable bedding masterpiece on the floor which was actually pretty roomy. Apparently Viggo never left home without a mini kit of survival equipment so the one sleeping bag they did have was unzipped and lain on the floor as protection against the evilness of the cold ground. The picnic blanket was surprised to find itself promoted to a proper sleeping blanket, said blanket then covered by their coats and anything else that they could find that was fabric based and warm.
Viggo himself seemed to prefer cooler surroundings. Having settled himself on his half of the bed, he had immediately turned over and fallen asleep, Viggo’s face peaceful and serene in the light of the flickering fire which was near the bottom of the bed. The fire was both a blessing and a curse; it provided warmth. It provided light. It provided something to dissuade anything big and prowling that the sleeping humans were a bad idea to either wake up or eat, although Viggo always maintained that there was absolutely nothing big or prowly around this sort of area. Sean however preferred not to tempt fate and simply hoped that he wasn’t on someone’s grocery list. However said fire also managed to make interesting shadows and flickers outside the corner of his eye which wasn’t benefiting his imagination in the slightest.
Yeah, it was as he thought. It was damned creepy out here.
He stared upwards at the stars that peeped through the branches of the trees, trying to forget the fact that they were completely surrounded by blackness. There could be anything out there. Monsters. Psychopaths. Cod Liver Oil. Anything. And apparently people went camping for fun? They were all insane.
There was a little fuss and a groan from Viggo as Sean found himself shuffling closer to him to the extent that his shoulder was almost pressed up against Viggo’s nose. The older man snorted in his sleep and snuggled further into the blankets, an arm moving to lie lazily across Sean’s stomach for comfort or possibly the bed version of the safety harness. This was all nice and good but an arm – regardless of how strong it was – was unlikely to start stopping the nasty spiders and bugs and insects from invading their bed. They could have half a dozen in there already. With teeth. And lots of little legs. And –
“ Sean, would you please stop fidgeting?” mumbled Viggo as a foot managed to kick him firmly on the thigh, the older man rolling over to lie on his side and showing Sean a vast expanse of strong back. Nothing went crunch or squish at Viggo’s movement which was, at least, something, but Sean could imagine the bugs simply being pressed into a soft mud surface so you couldn’t hear the crunch, couldn’t notice the hardness until they managed to get out once more and begin to scuttle all over –
“ Sean,” The tone was no longer sleepy, which was the usual reaction whenever a knee planted itself into the small of someone’s back at speed. Viggo sighed and rolled onto his back once more, giving Sean a hard look. “ Stop it.”
“ I’m not doing anything,” Sean protested. “ It’s the bugs.”
Viggo sighed the weary sigh of a parent who had just heard for the eighteen hundredth time about a green and purple nine legged and pointy toothed monster called Timmy who lived under the bed with nothing but socks and half drunk coke bottles for sustenance.
“ The bugs are not going to be a problem. You’re scarier to them than they are to you. The only difference is that they are less likely to wake me up if they do decide to use me as a mountain range. Go to sleep,” the last part was said in the tones of one who knew he was very unlikely to have this occur. Sean grumbled about the sheer suggestion that this wasn’t a legitimate subject to be concerned over and rolled over onto his side facing away from Viggo in order to sulk properly.
Five minutes later Viggo was back in the lands of Nod and Sean was busy eying up a tree that had a remarkable likeness to the Grim Reaper. Obviously sleep was really not going to come easily tonight, regardless of how exhausted he was from Viggo’s attentions. Exhausted and sticky, for that matter. Bonking in the wilderness might sound romantic but it was damned awkward if it occurred without a shower nearby or a change of clothes, or, indeed, food. Three squares each of chocolate had been given out as part of that day’s dinner and it wasn’t nearly enough, although at least it wasn’t as disturbing as Viggo’s suggestion to forage for food tomorrow. That suggested effort and dubious things on the menu.
Sean sighed and tried to settle back into at least a vague doze. This seemed to be working reasonably well until –
- CRACK!!
Sitting up so quickly he was in danger of suffering from whiplash, Sean stared into the inky blackness, the makeshift blankets slowly falling off him as he scanned the surroundings. Viggo groaned beside him.
“ For god’s sake, Sean, loosen up for fuck’s sake,” Viggo sighed, deciding at one stage he was really going to have to stop saying that in bed. “ The point to panic is if you overhear some sort of growling from the trees, or possibly a few bangs nearby. A broken branch or twig or whatever the hell you heard is not the right point. It’s probably the fire,”
“ Sorry, I didn’t realise there were rules for this,” replied Sean grumpily.
“ There’s rules for everything. You just don’t care,” commented Viggo mildly and settled back to sleep. “ So lie back, shut your eyes and go to sleep,”
Sean growled to himself, which was probably against the rules as well, and briefly paused in his concern over the outdoors in order to take the opportunity to sulk big time. Viggo smiled grimly in the darkness.
“ You want me to read you a bedtime story?” he queried idly.
“ Oh, fuck off,” The sulk managed to challenge Nature herself for a source of sheer darkness. In the depths of the makeshift bed an eyebrow was raised.
“ I think that’s an altogether different type of bedtime story, Sean,” came the dry response. “ And, quite frankly, I’m tired and sticky as it is. Lie down and go to sleep otherwise I’ll…,”
There was a pause as Viggo tried to work out a threat that might work. He sighed and rolled over. “ Well, we’ll find something you hate and considering we’re in a world which you loathe then I can’t see it being that difficult.”
“ You’re so sweet,” Sean’s sarcasm was heavy enough to challenge charging elephants. Viggo grinned.
“ Yes, I know. Oh, for God’s sake…,” Pushing himself up, Viggo grabbed hold of Sean’s arm firmly and dragged him back down onto the bed. “ You’re going to get freezing up there and, quite frankly, if you’re cold I’m cold and that’s a situation I’m not prepared to put up with.”
“ It was because of you we’re out here,” protested Sean grumpily.
“ And it was because of you that the car got completely smashed up and we’re in the middle of Spider Central so shut the fuck up and be nice and snugly,” Viggo’s voice had returned to a state that was so neutral it could have been Switzerland. Sean snorted incredulously at this.
“ Snugly? Snugly?! Since when was I ever snugly?!” arms were wrapped around his chest tightly in both a sulk and also a vaguely macho pose. Viggo sighed heavily.
“ You weren’t, but hope springs eternal.” he rolled back over and drew the blanket over himself again. Sean forgot possible Big Bad Lurking Things to stare down at Viggo in surprise.
“ You want me snugly?” he asked incredulously. “ You do realise what happens with snugly people? They… well, snuggle. And sing. And make chocolate chip cookies,”
There was a blinking session in the depths of the blanket. “ They do?” there was a heavy level of doubt mixed into the query. “ Then why haven’t I ever seen Orlando baking cookies?”
“ I’ve never seen Orlando take a shower. However I’m pretty sure he does,” Sean was firm in his argument. Viggo, however, was in the mood to poke arguments with spoons.
“ I might have to consider this further. I wouldn’t have said Orlando was the snuggling singing sort. I could, however, see him as more the over active sugar-fuelled sort who is likely to end up on your roof if you ask them what the weather’s like outside,” he mused. “ But he is snuggly, although I’m sure he might be able to make something with that amount of sugar and chocolate,”
Sean was not happy about the direction this conversation was heading. Arguments was one thing, but adding musings about Orlando when they were in a bed – okay, a crap bed but a bed nevertheless – was just rubbing salt into things. The sulk suddenly went into hyperdrive. All they needed now was a smuggler and a wookie and they were sorted.
“ Yes, well,” he said pointedly. “ Orlando aside, I’m not snuggling. At all. I don’t do snuggling. Ever,”
Viggo smiled into the depths of the bed and said nothing. Obviously a challenge had been made, although ordinarily he didn’t have too many challenges involving snuggling, cookies or anything else from the Care Bear universe. Sean narrowed his eyes. Viggo was far too quiet.
“ I don’t,” he pointed out. The arms were folded even tighter as though this would in some way make a difference, an organic shield against accusations of cuteness and all round snuggly behaviour.
“ Yes dear,” Having decided that he was seriously not likely to get some sleep whilst Sean was sulking, Viggo decided on an unthreatening course of action. He’d simply sort out the whole snuggle factor a little later when he was in a proper bed and without the wind whistling through his willows. However, obviously Sean had not been reading the same manuals as himself and was clearly keen to sort this matter out tonight.
“ The concept of snuggling has never crossed my mind,” Sean added. Viggo sighed wearily.
“ Sean, if you’re feeling horny nothing crosses your mind. Not snuggling, not cookies, not weapons pointed at your chest. Nothing,” Viggo pulled the blanket up a little higher in the universal sign everywhere that the conversation was over. “ Now go to sleep,”
Giving another suspicious look towards the darkness, Sean settled back on the bed and stared upwards once again. Sleep was obviously focusing entirely on Viggo, who had already managed to slip peacefully into a snooze by the sound of his breathing. It wasn’t fair. The great outdoors and no alcohol to make it go quicker. He was stressed already without a lack of everything except fresh air, and fresh air was damned overrated…
.. God, he needed a cigarette. Or two. Or three.
Giving Viggo a suspicious look, Sean gently pushed his shoulder. The older man groaned in his sleep and rolled over further, burying himself within the bed until the only thing Sean could see was a little flash of dark hair against the paleness of the inner sleeping bag-mattress. Bingo. Even a monster in the deep could piss off when he was after a cigarette.
Slipping out of the bed, Sean slowly pushed himself up and watched the mound that was Viggo a little more carefully. No stirring of any type, which was actually quite impressive given Viggo’s usual ability and .. no.. he shouldn’t think about it any further. After all, if he thought too loudly said man was liable to hear him in some little twist of a supernatural ability just to really really wind him up.
In the dwindling light of the fire, Sean sneaked off back towards the car. Well, sneak was a strong word. Stumble with intent to sneak was probably a better description. The crunching under his feet was also a bit of a give away but Viggo was apparently giving the dead a run for their money on the solid sleeping and still wasn’t stirring. It could be considered suspicious but then again that was the sort of consideration made by someone who wasn’t desperate for a cigarette. After he was puffing, that was the time to panic. They said that smoking killed and they were indeed right, but they probably weren’t intending that to be in reference to Viggo Mortensen finding out.
A few minutes later Sean had found where he had stashed his back of fags and had already lit up, taking a deep breath of welcome anti-monster smoke and puffing it out contentedly. Sod the monsters. Sod the beasts and the goblins and the psychos and the people who went ‘arrrggghh’ somewhere in the deep for no apparent reason. This was more like it. He could put up with being lost somewhere in the wilderness with the cold and the prospect of exercise and the lack of toast in the mornings, just as long as he had his fags and his jumper and his-
“ Sean,”
“ ARRRGGGHHHHHH!!”
Werewolves were probably running for cover as they spoke. Panting, hand clutched to his chest in a dramatic fashion which television shows seemed to suggest was a normal thing to do in a shock, Sean stared at Viggo incredulously then desperately tried to find out where his lit cigarette had ended up. A foot ended its little blaze of glory.
“ Jesus Viggo, don’t fucking do that!!”
Viggo yawned and rubbed some sleep out of his eye with a hand. “ Fucking do what?” he echoed idly.
“ Sneak around!!”
There was another yawn, like a lion who had just had most of a bison for lunch. That was the thing about Viggo; he could stab you through the heart with a kebab stick and he could still have a pleasant casual expression on his face and the air of someone who was just about to settle himself in a pub corner and read a paper. And Sean was certain he could see a metaphorical kebab stick around…
“ Well, you were so busy sneaking yourself I thought it would be rude not to join in,” Viggo replied lazily. “ How many cigarettes do you have left?”
Sean put on an Oscar winning expression to suggest that he had absolutely no idea what Viggo was talking about. Sadly the cigarette packet still in his hand spoilt his acting, which was just damned inconsiderate of it.
“ … five…,” his voice was grudging. Viggo nodded thoughtfully and held out his hand for the packet. Sean eyed said hand, then looked towards Viggo as though he had suggested they tap-dance in the nude in the middle of a shopping mall. “ You have to be kidding me,”
“ It’s in the middle of the sodding night. It’s fucking cold, and I’m messing around in the dark. No, I’m not kidding,” replied Viggo dryly. “ Give me the packet and march your backside back to the bed. You need some sleep before tomorrow otherwise you’ll be sleeping on your feet,”
Sean looked at him incredulously. “ Exactly how old d’you think I am?”
“ Old enough to understand English and the fact that there will be consequences if you don’t do it,” Viggo looked at him. Sean growled to himself and plonked the cigarette packet into the outstretched hand.
“ You know, I hate you sometimes,” he snarled.
“ Just sometimes? I must be slipping.” A finger pointed back towards the fire. “ There. Go. Now. Unless you need to take a piss, in which case there’s a serviceable bush over there,”
“ Yes, mum,” the snarl would have put Dracula to shame. Sean stalked towards the fire and the bed, although even he could admit the three times he tripped over sticks and hidden roots ruined the effect somewhat. It was obviously this sort of thing why Dracula flew around the place rather than hike. Slipping back into the bed which had taken the opportunity to cool down again, the blonde curled onto his side and glared towards the darkness. Okay, so at least his annoyance stopped his worry about everything lurking in the woods; Sean almost wanted to see something large and vicious just so he had something to rip to pieces.
Viggo soon joined him back in the bed, his warm and solid back pressed up against Sean in the ‘Mortensen free hot water bottle service’ manner. However, the blonde was not in the mood to be graceful about what was happening.
There was a sigh and Viggo rolled over.
“ You going to sulk for the rest of the trip?” he addressed the question to the sky.
“ I’m not sulking,” Sean didn’t shift. There was a snort of amused laughter.
“ Yeah. And the Pope wears bright pink tutus.” Viggo rolled his eyes and put a hand on Sean’s shoulder. Sean immediately stiffened in completely the wrong way, and scowled a little further at the completely innocent area around them. There was another sigh from the older man, a little wearier. “ Sean, get over it,”
There was a growl from Sean in answer. Viggo sighed a third time, this time at the growling. What was this, the film set of Van Helsing? His hand slid over Sean’s figure in way that he would have stroked a dog, trying to soothe him. Okay, so he probably should have let the man get through his sulking but there was a definite chance that Sean would remember this conversation for the next half a million years and made pointed comments for a long time to come. Sometimes it just wasn’t worth it… or it was a good time to get a gag. That was a possibility.
No. Peaceful negotiations.
Gag later…
Sean’s body stiffened a little more as Viggo’s hand continued to stroke him. Obviously he was turning into a Bond Villain’s fluffy white cat, which at least would sort out his food supply. Mouse burgers were obviously going to be on the menu, with Special Shrew Sauce.
“ Vig,” Sean growled softly. The hand cared not for such growlings and continued to stroke him, every so often moving to stroke the soft, delicate skin at the back of Sean’s neck which normally caused a cat-like response from the blonde. However, the will was strong in this one. Gritting his teeth and trying to put the stroking to the back of his mind, Sean remained resolutely still. Even when the hand dipped a little lower, sneaking in between his skin and the clothing Sean didn’t make a sound, although the tremble that worked its way down his spine spoke volumes.
“ You still cold?” Viggo murmured in Sean’s ear. There was more silence in a pointed manner. The tremble turned into a shiver; obviously Sean was happy to communicate without the use of language at this particular moment in time.
“ Because…,” Viggo continued, his voice low and conspiratorial in a manner that he knew normally caressed Sean’s lust button just as much as a hand on his balls. “ .. from what I hear, to properly benefit from body heat you have to be skin to skin.”
There was a pause whilst Sean worked out this seemingly illogical statement. He hunched his shoulders a little further, yet his backside nudged back against Viggo who by this time was happily spooning against him. It was incredible how much Sean’s body betrayed him. Grinning, Viggo began to unbutton his own shirt and clothing and shrugged out of them.
“ You have to be fucking kidding me?” came Sean’s muffled protest from the blanket, obviously not expecting Viggo to go through with it.
“ Have you known me to ever fucking kid you?” Viggo replied mildly, nuzzling Sean’s sensitive neck spot and allowing his hand to slip around Sean’s hip towards his belt buckle. Sean slapped the hand away as though he was an eighteenth century maiden.
“ NO,” he protested. “ It’s fucking cold out there. I like clothing. Clothing is my friend. Don’t try to break up my relationship with said clothing, otherwise I’m gonna get real pissy and that’s a bad thing!”
“ You sure?” Viggo nuzzled against the back of his neck, his hand both tempting and suggestive. Sean groaned softly, and nudged against the older man again before he remembered he wasn’t supposed to be encouraging this sort of nudity type behaviour.
“ I’m sure,” he confirmed. “ It’s cold and I’m not going to roll around on the floor of a forest buck naked because you say it’s going to be fine.”
Viggo nuzzled again. “ Not asking you to roll anywhere, sweetheart,” he said softly. “ Actually, it’ll be beneficial if you stay in one spot otherwise I have to aim more accurately and that’s quite difficult at this time of night,”
“ I’d get splinters up my whatsit,” the protest was still in full force.
“ I’m sure the whatsit can cope,” replied Viggo gravely, gently nuzzling Sean’s shoulder and feeling the man tremble against him. For all his loud mouth complaining, there was obviously a large part of Sean who cared not for temperature or splinters up the whatsit or the fact that Viggo had already dumped the cigarette packet on the fire, although that could be simply the fact that he was facing the other way when it happened.
However, the conscious and sulking part of Sean still wasn’t in the mood to be placated, even with nuzzles and sweet words and a hand stroking his hip. He curled a little more and sulked hard enough to bore a hole through a steel plate.
“ It’s always what you want, isn’t it?” he complained. “ Never when I want it,”
Viggo frowned. “ Sean, you want it all the time. You’re not picky,” he pointed out.
“ When was the last time you checked that?” demanded Sean from his sulk bed.
“ Two days ago,” replied Viggo mildly. “ I even have it in writing, remember? You didn’t want to do the effort working out things in the bedroom so you left me to do it being the literal lazy bugger that you are,”
“ And what if I land on a spider?” protested Sean again, not wishing to argue over lazy bugger-ness.
“ Then you have a really pissed off spider? Stop finding reasons to moan, Sean. Or rather, complain. I’ve got plenty of reasons lined up for you moaning after all,” Viggo nuzzled his shoulder and slowly allowed his hand to creep over Sean’s hipbone and slide between his legs. There was an indrawn breath which was very shakily released.
“ This is hardly fair,” the words were not the strongest Viggo had ever heard or indeed the most convincing. He waited to see whether Sean would roll away, being his normal statement that things had gone Too Far, but if anything the blonde nudged back against him further. Honestly. The gag might well get employed sooner than Viggo had imagined if this continued.
“ The whole point of this is that it’s not fair. Someone – preferably me – has to win unless you have a desire to just cuddle,” Viggo was willing to take the bet that Sean wasn’t going to touch that. Cuddling, hugging and anything else normally shown on a kid’s early morning cartoon just wasn’t Sean’s style. The only reason why Sean went in for foreplay was literally to avoid the hospital getting too bored of him.
There was a grumble from somewhere within the blankets. Yep, cuddling was out. There were many things you could call Sean Bean, but a care bear was not one of them.
“ So…?” Viggo’s hand began to unfasten Sean’s trousers with skilled precision. Sean shivered again and grumbled louder, although without anything that even faintly resembled normal speech. Finally there was a growl and Sean began to unfasten his clothes himself with poor grace and hands so grumpy they almost threatened rippage of said clothing.
“ You owe me one for this,”
“ I’m keeping you warm,”
“ With benefits,” pointed out Sean, whose clothes had finally ended up in a pile beside him. Viggo could feel the shivering take hold of the other man and immediately covered him with his own body, a hand venturing out from the warmth of the blankets in order to tuck them in a little more. Little by little Sean’s shivering began to subside enough that his teeth chattering couldn’t be mistaken for a woodpecker who was working late. Viggo nuzzled bare shoulder again, his breath warming Sean’s shoulder and the scent of his lover massaging his already alert need for lust. Sean didn’t bother with fancy soaps or shower gels and therefore his scent was always so damned natural. Someone really needed to bottle him as an aid to sexual performance.
Sean groaned softly as Viggo pressed against the other man’s back, wrapping his arms around Sean’s body and pressing himself closer and closer until it looked as though some bastard had glued them together.
“ You can’t do anything when you’re that close,” Sean murmured back at him. “ Given up already?”
There was a fumble and Viggo’s hand discovered the tube of lube after a brief expedition into the cold of the night before darting back underneath the covers. Unfortunately the journey, even briefly, managed to make him a little colder than he had been previously. Sean’s body jumped as cold fingers suddenly brushed against him.
“ Sorry,”
“ Git,”
“ Actually, that was an honest apology,” Viggo put the offending hand under his armpit to warm it. Sean pondered this for a moment then shrugged.
“ Okay, then. Just don’t do it again. I have enough problems with you poking things at me without said things being bloody cold as well,” he grumbled. “ And warm yourself up quick. I’m not going cross country with an ice-cube as a companion,”
“ You’re so romantic,” murmured Viggo, who had warmed his hands and was now getting said fingers slippery.
“ Romance can wait until central heating gets involved,” replied Sean steadily. “ You can’t do the whole candlelight and chocolates and wine and stuff when you’re lying on the open ground with spiders and darkness and werewolveeeeeeeeeeeeees!!” The last word almost turned into his own howl as fingers applied themselves to sensitive areas unexpectedly. “ God damn it, Vig, you’re supposed to give some warning!”
“ Oh. Sorry,”
There was a sigh. “ Now that wasn’t an honest apology,”
“ You know, I think you’re right,” replied Viggo cheerfully. “ Second finger coming,”
This one had more of a grunt accompanying it than the werewolf howl of before, Viggo feeling Sean’s body grudgingly open to his questing fingers as he slowly slid them deeper within the incredible warmth and tightness of Sean’s body. Viggo could feel each tremble of the other man’s body, each breath than went through him, the way that each gasp got shakier and shakier as soon as the fingers began to thrust within him. Yeah, that was the good stuff.
“ You can get on with it now,” the voice was ragged enough that an onlooker could be forgiven in thinking that Sean had a sore throat. Viggo sighed and nuzzled a little closer to him.
“ So impatient,” he murmured in Sean’s ear.
“ Sod that, I haven’t got time to be impatient.” Backside darted backwards in a powerful thrust that was almost painful. “ Come on, get with the programme.”
Viggo nuzzled him a little more in retaliation; okay, so his groin felt as though it could melt the Antarctic and the throbbing was almost taking over from his heartbeat as being the most important beat in his body but obeying Sean’s orders in this type of situation was just asking for trouble. And besides which, the man had no finesse. He was the digestive biscuit of the cookie world, plain, upfront, no impressions of grandeur, but remarkably filling. Digestive biscuits were not allowed to take control over sexual situations, else they all end up in crumbs.
However, holding back was never going to be a long lasting plan by any means. Smearing himself with the remains of the goop on his hands, Viggo pressed a last kiss to Sean’s neck before squirming into position and sliding cautiously into him. In this position it paid to take time, having more than once thrust hard into something that was a little more solid than he had expected. Thankfully Sean was paying attention and kept squirming into a better position to allow Viggo access. Finally the older man sank fully into Sean, the familiar grip causing him to briefly close his eyes in satisfaction as Sean’s panting and groaning managed to vibrate through Viggo’s entire body. He would have liked to take the time to appreciate it properly but there was only so long you could possibly stay still when you were balls deep within Sean Bean without going entirely mad.
“ Okay?” Viggo’s own voice was breathless and fast.
“ What would you do if I said ‘no’?” came the faintly muffled reply. Viggo snorted.
“ Delayed things,” he advised.
“ In that case, I’m fine. Get your arse in gear before mine decides to stall,” Sean attempted to squirm a little more but it was damned difficult when you were impaled and had someone of Viggo’s weight pinning him down. There wasn’t exactly much bed left for strategic manoeuvring anyway, not unless he wanted parts of him to turn an interesting colour of blue.
Viggo chuckled and readjusted Sean into a position where he could smoothly move without worrying he was going to end up in environments new, and thrust in a little deeper. His sigh of pleasure was almost completely muffled by Sean’s growl of sensation, the younger man obviously struggling with the fact he wasn’t exactly in a position where he could properly thrust back as he normally did. Viggo grinned. The feeling of power was wonderfully intoxicating, although that was probably not something to admit to Sean about… Well, not until they got that gag again. And some leather restraints. And –
Viggo dragged his mind away from the dodgier aspects of sexual experimentation before he got too into the images, his hand pausing from where he was accidentally stroking down Sean’s side. However, this was not a popular cancellation. Sean’s little wriggle demanded further action otherwise the police were getting called, which was surprising enough. It was even more surprising when Sean seized hold of Viggo’s now paused hand and dragged it down between his legs in a moment of dominance. Okay, if that was how he wished to play it…
Viggo grinned against Sean’s shoulder and gently started to caress him, his hips circling as his hand slid over Sean’s obviously over excited arousal and gently stroked down the shaft.
“ Still cold?” he murmured.
“ Still talking?” countered Sean.
“ Word to the wise. Do not taunt the person with a hand around your balls,” Viggo nuzzled Sean’s ear gently, his hand caressing and exploring, each slide accompanied by a little jerk of the blonde’s hips as a response. He could hear the little mutter under Sean’s breath that was no doubt X-rated and probably involved meat grinders somewhere in it, but at least he shushed. In fact, Sean was still shushed even when Viggo began to roughly stroke him in time with his own thrusts, the broken gasps the only indication that the blonde was still in command of his body.
On an additional plus side, there was no doubt the bed was warming up. Their breath mingled under the blanket shield, Sean’s hot and trembling body warmer than the average barbecue - and probably meatier as well – and although this was all nice Viggo still couldn’t really think of anything except the fact that Sean was still Squirming With Intent and his own body was seriously considering rebelling against his self control and willpower. So much for the slow and easy approach.
Growling, giving Sean a little accidental bite on his neck rather than the lick his conscious mind had decided upon, Viggo closed his eyes as he thrust in harder. God, that was good. No, that was better than good, that was liquid gold. That was the gooey marshmallow centre of a teacake. That was a giant chocolate fountain with over two tons of liquid chocolate in three different styles…
.. okay, and now he was hungry, but that wasn’t the point.
His tongue dragged along Sean’s neck hungrily, his hands gripped the other man a little harder as he continued to take what his body demanded. The position wasn’t good enough for their usual pounding session and the artist in Viggo was pleased that this was the case. The desperate man within him wasn’t so happy however, but since that man was probably going to be the one calling the shots tomorrow morning he could butt right out of decision making tonight. For now it was simply the ability to slide into the heat, the tightness, and enjoy even sensation that flowed through his body.
“ Vig,” A growl.
Okay, so someone else was a little impatient. Sighing gently, Viggo increased his hand’s movements, every so often gently running a finger around the head of Sean’s cock before sliding it down over the shaft, increasing the speed, the roughness, every so often squeezing gently to be rewarded by a muffled gasp-curse and another buck backwards with Sean’s hips.
“ Patience.. patience…,” he murmured in Sean’s ear.
There was a snort of amusement from Sean at that. “ We’re in the middle of a forest and you’re busy calling out some other girl’s name?”
The hand slapped a hipbone. “ Not that sort of patience.”
“ You mean there’s a different sort?”
The hip got slapped a little harder, accompanied by a chuckle from Sean who was completely unfazed by such minor spankings. This was obviously something to change but not now. There was, after all plenty of wilderness to come. And it wasn’t only the wilderness to come for that matter; Viggo thrust once more and felt Sean clench around him, felt his breath hitching, the harsh panting suddenly stop for a heartbeat before a long, soft groan and a sudden flood of wetness signified Sean’s completion and spelt the end of Viggo’s ability to hang onto his willpower.
Fucking hell…
“ .. god….!,” it wasn’t so much a shout but a muffled gasp as Viggo reached his release, pressing into Sean’s back and feeling seemingly every single muscle in his body tense, contract and release in a burst of pleasure. Sean purred, having obviously already recovered himself enough to tease and torment, and managed to detach himself with a satisfied sigh.
“ This doesn’t make up for the fact that you took my cigarettes you know,” Sean commented after their breathing began to retreat into something that wasn’t stealing all the oxygen in a five mile radius. Viggo snorted amusement and snuggled up further, his arm comfortably across Sean’s chest.
“ Yeah, I know,”
“ Good,”
There was a pause filled with mutual snuggling, although obviously snuggling that possessed a different and more macho name. Sean sighed and found that his eyelids had finally decided to be made of lead, which was about sodding time. Spiders be damned.
“ Good boy,” Viggo murmured in his ear. “ You’ll need your strength for tomorrow’s river,”
Sean smiled and drifted towards a peaceful sleep. Well, until the conscious mind suddenly worked out what had just been said.
“ WHAT FUCKING RIVER?”
But, alas, Viggo was already asleep.
TBC
Chapter 2: The Dark
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC17
Archive: Whoever wants it
Disclaimer: A work of fiction, not reality…but you can’t have everything. Completely daft and shouldn’t be taken seriously by anyone.
Summary: Sean has difficulties getting to sleep with the fear of things that go Scuttle In The Night hanging over his head.
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“ In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace,” Sophocles
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There was one thing that Sean liked about the Great Outdoors. It was outdoors. That was, after all, shown in the title and everyone knew that nature stayed outdoors and people – namely him – stayed indoors. That was how it worked. That was the deal. What was NOT the deal by any means was the possibility that he would be stuck outside listening to the rustlings and the chirpings and the movement and the crackling of random things somewhere in the dark.
He groaned to himself and curled a little tighter in his makeshift bed. Viggo had taken charge of creating their temporary accommodation and had swept the fallen leaves and twigs out of the clearing that had been selected, removing as many stones as he could find and creating a reasonable bedding masterpiece on the floor which was actually pretty roomy. Apparently Viggo never left home without a mini kit of survival equipment so the one sleeping bag they did have was unzipped and lain on the floor as protection against the evilness of the cold ground. The picnic blanket was surprised to find itself promoted to a proper sleeping blanket, said blanket then covered by their coats and anything else that they could find that was fabric based and warm.
Viggo himself seemed to prefer cooler surroundings. Having settled himself on his half of the bed, he had immediately turned over and fallen asleep, Viggo’s face peaceful and serene in the light of the flickering fire which was near the bottom of the bed. The fire was both a blessing and a curse; it provided warmth. It provided light. It provided something to dissuade anything big and prowling that the sleeping humans were a bad idea to either wake up or eat, although Viggo always maintained that there was absolutely nothing big or prowly around this sort of area. Sean however preferred not to tempt fate and simply hoped that he wasn’t on someone’s grocery list. However said fire also managed to make interesting shadows and flickers outside the corner of his eye which wasn’t benefiting his imagination in the slightest.
Yeah, it was as he thought. It was damned creepy out here.
He stared upwards at the stars that peeped through the branches of the trees, trying to forget the fact that they were completely surrounded by blackness. There could be anything out there. Monsters. Psychopaths. Cod Liver Oil. Anything. And apparently people went camping for fun? They were all insane.
There was a little fuss and a groan from Viggo as Sean found himself shuffling closer to him to the extent that his shoulder was almost pressed up against Viggo’s nose. The older man snorted in his sleep and snuggled further into the blankets, an arm moving to lie lazily across Sean’s stomach for comfort or possibly the bed version of the safety harness. This was all nice and good but an arm – regardless of how strong it was – was unlikely to start stopping the nasty spiders and bugs and insects from invading their bed. They could have half a dozen in there already. With teeth. And lots of little legs. And –
“ Sean, would you please stop fidgeting?” mumbled Viggo as a foot managed to kick him firmly on the thigh, the older man rolling over to lie on his side and showing Sean a vast expanse of strong back. Nothing went crunch or squish at Viggo’s movement which was, at least, something, but Sean could imagine the bugs simply being pressed into a soft mud surface so you couldn’t hear the crunch, couldn’t notice the hardness until they managed to get out once more and begin to scuttle all over –
“ Sean,” The tone was no longer sleepy, which was the usual reaction whenever a knee planted itself into the small of someone’s back at speed. Viggo sighed and rolled onto his back once more, giving Sean a hard look. “ Stop it.”
“ I’m not doing anything,” Sean protested. “ It’s the bugs.”
Viggo sighed the weary sigh of a parent who had just heard for the eighteen hundredth time about a green and purple nine legged and pointy toothed monster called Timmy who lived under the bed with nothing but socks and half drunk coke bottles for sustenance.
“ The bugs are not going to be a problem. You’re scarier to them than they are to you. The only difference is that they are less likely to wake me up if they do decide to use me as a mountain range. Go to sleep,” the last part was said in the tones of one who knew he was very unlikely to have this occur. Sean grumbled about the sheer suggestion that this wasn’t a legitimate subject to be concerned over and rolled over onto his side facing away from Viggo in order to sulk properly.
Five minutes later Viggo was back in the lands of Nod and Sean was busy eying up a tree that had a remarkable likeness to the Grim Reaper. Obviously sleep was really not going to come easily tonight, regardless of how exhausted he was from Viggo’s attentions. Exhausted and sticky, for that matter. Bonking in the wilderness might sound romantic but it was damned awkward if it occurred without a shower nearby or a change of clothes, or, indeed, food. Three squares each of chocolate had been given out as part of that day’s dinner and it wasn’t nearly enough, although at least it wasn’t as disturbing as Viggo’s suggestion to forage for food tomorrow. That suggested effort and dubious things on the menu.
Sean sighed and tried to settle back into at least a vague doze. This seemed to be working reasonably well until –
- CRACK!!
Sitting up so quickly he was in danger of suffering from whiplash, Sean stared into the inky blackness, the makeshift blankets slowly falling off him as he scanned the surroundings. Viggo groaned beside him.
“ For god’s sake, Sean, loosen up for fuck’s sake,” Viggo sighed, deciding at one stage he was really going to have to stop saying that in bed. “ The point to panic is if you overhear some sort of growling from the trees, or possibly a few bangs nearby. A broken branch or twig or whatever the hell you heard is not the right point. It’s probably the fire,”
“ Sorry, I didn’t realise there were rules for this,” replied Sean grumpily.
“ There’s rules for everything. You just don’t care,” commented Viggo mildly and settled back to sleep. “ So lie back, shut your eyes and go to sleep,”
Sean growled to himself, which was probably against the rules as well, and briefly paused in his concern over the outdoors in order to take the opportunity to sulk big time. Viggo smiled grimly in the darkness.
“ You want me to read you a bedtime story?” he queried idly.
“ Oh, fuck off,” The sulk managed to challenge Nature herself for a source of sheer darkness. In the depths of the makeshift bed an eyebrow was raised.
“ I think that’s an altogether different type of bedtime story, Sean,” came the dry response. “ And, quite frankly, I’m tired and sticky as it is. Lie down and go to sleep otherwise I’ll…,”
There was a pause as Viggo tried to work out a threat that might work. He sighed and rolled over. “ Well, we’ll find something you hate and considering we’re in a world which you loathe then I can’t see it being that difficult.”
“ You’re so sweet,” Sean’s sarcasm was heavy enough to challenge charging elephants. Viggo grinned.
“ Yes, I know. Oh, for God’s sake…,” Pushing himself up, Viggo grabbed hold of Sean’s arm firmly and dragged him back down onto the bed. “ You’re going to get freezing up there and, quite frankly, if you’re cold I’m cold and that’s a situation I’m not prepared to put up with.”
“ It was because of you we’re out here,” protested Sean grumpily.
“ And it was because of you that the car got completely smashed up and we’re in the middle of Spider Central so shut the fuck up and be nice and snugly,” Viggo’s voice had returned to a state that was so neutral it could have been Switzerland. Sean snorted incredulously at this.
“ Snugly? Snugly?! Since when was I ever snugly?!” arms were wrapped around his chest tightly in both a sulk and also a vaguely macho pose. Viggo sighed heavily.
“ You weren’t, but hope springs eternal.” he rolled back over and drew the blanket over himself again. Sean forgot possible Big Bad Lurking Things to stare down at Viggo in surprise.
“ You want me snugly?” he asked incredulously. “ You do realise what happens with snugly people? They… well, snuggle. And sing. And make chocolate chip cookies,”
There was a blinking session in the depths of the blanket. “ They do?” there was a heavy level of doubt mixed into the query. “ Then why haven’t I ever seen Orlando baking cookies?”
“ I’ve never seen Orlando take a shower. However I’m pretty sure he does,” Sean was firm in his argument. Viggo, however, was in the mood to poke arguments with spoons.
“ I might have to consider this further. I wouldn’t have said Orlando was the snuggling singing sort. I could, however, see him as more the over active sugar-fuelled sort who is likely to end up on your roof if you ask them what the weather’s like outside,” he mused. “ But he is snuggly, although I’m sure he might be able to make something with that amount of sugar and chocolate,”
Sean was not happy about the direction this conversation was heading. Arguments was one thing, but adding musings about Orlando when they were in a bed – okay, a crap bed but a bed nevertheless – was just rubbing salt into things. The sulk suddenly went into hyperdrive. All they needed now was a smuggler and a wookie and they were sorted.
“ Yes, well,” he said pointedly. “ Orlando aside, I’m not snuggling. At all. I don’t do snuggling. Ever,”
Viggo smiled into the depths of the bed and said nothing. Obviously a challenge had been made, although ordinarily he didn’t have too many challenges involving snuggling, cookies or anything else from the Care Bear universe. Sean narrowed his eyes. Viggo was far too quiet.
“ I don’t,” he pointed out. The arms were folded even tighter as though this would in some way make a difference, an organic shield against accusations of cuteness and all round snuggly behaviour.
“ Yes dear,” Having decided that he was seriously not likely to get some sleep whilst Sean was sulking, Viggo decided on an unthreatening course of action. He’d simply sort out the whole snuggle factor a little later when he was in a proper bed and without the wind whistling through his willows. However, obviously Sean had not been reading the same manuals as himself and was clearly keen to sort this matter out tonight.
“ The concept of snuggling has never crossed my mind,” Sean added. Viggo sighed wearily.
“ Sean, if you’re feeling horny nothing crosses your mind. Not snuggling, not cookies, not weapons pointed at your chest. Nothing,” Viggo pulled the blanket up a little higher in the universal sign everywhere that the conversation was over. “ Now go to sleep,”
Giving another suspicious look towards the darkness, Sean settled back on the bed and stared upwards once again. Sleep was obviously focusing entirely on Viggo, who had already managed to slip peacefully into a snooze by the sound of his breathing. It wasn’t fair. The great outdoors and no alcohol to make it go quicker. He was stressed already without a lack of everything except fresh air, and fresh air was damned overrated…
.. God, he needed a cigarette. Or two. Or three.
Giving Viggo a suspicious look, Sean gently pushed his shoulder. The older man groaned in his sleep and rolled over further, burying himself within the bed until the only thing Sean could see was a little flash of dark hair against the paleness of the inner sleeping bag-mattress. Bingo. Even a monster in the deep could piss off when he was after a cigarette.
Slipping out of the bed, Sean slowly pushed himself up and watched the mound that was Viggo a little more carefully. No stirring of any type, which was actually quite impressive given Viggo’s usual ability and .. no.. he shouldn’t think about it any further. After all, if he thought too loudly said man was liable to hear him in some little twist of a supernatural ability just to really really wind him up.
In the dwindling light of the fire, Sean sneaked off back towards the car. Well, sneak was a strong word. Stumble with intent to sneak was probably a better description. The crunching under his feet was also a bit of a give away but Viggo was apparently giving the dead a run for their money on the solid sleeping and still wasn’t stirring. It could be considered suspicious but then again that was the sort of consideration made by someone who wasn’t desperate for a cigarette. After he was puffing, that was the time to panic. They said that smoking killed and they were indeed right, but they probably weren’t intending that to be in reference to Viggo Mortensen finding out.
A few minutes later Sean had found where he had stashed his back of fags and had already lit up, taking a deep breath of welcome anti-monster smoke and puffing it out contentedly. Sod the monsters. Sod the beasts and the goblins and the psychos and the people who went ‘arrrggghh’ somewhere in the deep for no apparent reason. This was more like it. He could put up with being lost somewhere in the wilderness with the cold and the prospect of exercise and the lack of toast in the mornings, just as long as he had his fags and his jumper and his-
“ Sean,”
“ ARRRGGGHHHHHH!!”
Werewolves were probably running for cover as they spoke. Panting, hand clutched to his chest in a dramatic fashion which television shows seemed to suggest was a normal thing to do in a shock, Sean stared at Viggo incredulously then desperately tried to find out where his lit cigarette had ended up. A foot ended its little blaze of glory.
“ Jesus Viggo, don’t fucking do that!!”
Viggo yawned and rubbed some sleep out of his eye with a hand. “ Fucking do what?” he echoed idly.
“ Sneak around!!”
There was another yawn, like a lion who had just had most of a bison for lunch. That was the thing about Viggo; he could stab you through the heart with a kebab stick and he could still have a pleasant casual expression on his face and the air of someone who was just about to settle himself in a pub corner and read a paper. And Sean was certain he could see a metaphorical kebab stick around…
“ Well, you were so busy sneaking yourself I thought it would be rude not to join in,” Viggo replied lazily. “ How many cigarettes do you have left?”
Sean put on an Oscar winning expression to suggest that he had absolutely no idea what Viggo was talking about. Sadly the cigarette packet still in his hand spoilt his acting, which was just damned inconsiderate of it.
“ … five…,” his voice was grudging. Viggo nodded thoughtfully and held out his hand for the packet. Sean eyed said hand, then looked towards Viggo as though he had suggested they tap-dance in the nude in the middle of a shopping mall. “ You have to be kidding me,”
“ It’s in the middle of the sodding night. It’s fucking cold, and I’m messing around in the dark. No, I’m not kidding,” replied Viggo dryly. “ Give me the packet and march your backside back to the bed. You need some sleep before tomorrow otherwise you’ll be sleeping on your feet,”
Sean looked at him incredulously. “ Exactly how old d’you think I am?”
“ Old enough to understand English and the fact that there will be consequences if you don’t do it,” Viggo looked at him. Sean growled to himself and plonked the cigarette packet into the outstretched hand.
“ You know, I hate you sometimes,” he snarled.
“ Just sometimes? I must be slipping.” A finger pointed back towards the fire. “ There. Go. Now. Unless you need to take a piss, in which case there’s a serviceable bush over there,”
“ Yes, mum,” the snarl would have put Dracula to shame. Sean stalked towards the fire and the bed, although even he could admit the three times he tripped over sticks and hidden roots ruined the effect somewhat. It was obviously this sort of thing why Dracula flew around the place rather than hike. Slipping back into the bed which had taken the opportunity to cool down again, the blonde curled onto his side and glared towards the darkness. Okay, so at least his annoyance stopped his worry about everything lurking in the woods; Sean almost wanted to see something large and vicious just so he had something to rip to pieces.
Viggo soon joined him back in the bed, his warm and solid back pressed up against Sean in the ‘Mortensen free hot water bottle service’ manner. However, the blonde was not in the mood to be graceful about what was happening.
There was a sigh and Viggo rolled over.
“ You going to sulk for the rest of the trip?” he addressed the question to the sky.
“ I’m not sulking,” Sean didn’t shift. There was a snort of amused laughter.
“ Yeah. And the Pope wears bright pink tutus.” Viggo rolled his eyes and put a hand on Sean’s shoulder. Sean immediately stiffened in completely the wrong way, and scowled a little further at the completely innocent area around them. There was another sigh from the older man, a little wearier. “ Sean, get over it,”
There was a growl from Sean in answer. Viggo sighed a third time, this time at the growling. What was this, the film set of Van Helsing? His hand slid over Sean’s figure in way that he would have stroked a dog, trying to soothe him. Okay, so he probably should have let the man get through his sulking but there was a definite chance that Sean would remember this conversation for the next half a million years and made pointed comments for a long time to come. Sometimes it just wasn’t worth it… or it was a good time to get a gag. That was a possibility.
No. Peaceful negotiations.
Gag later…
Sean’s body stiffened a little more as Viggo’s hand continued to stroke him. Obviously he was turning into a Bond Villain’s fluffy white cat, which at least would sort out his food supply. Mouse burgers were obviously going to be on the menu, with Special Shrew Sauce.
“ Vig,” Sean growled softly. The hand cared not for such growlings and continued to stroke him, every so often moving to stroke the soft, delicate skin at the back of Sean’s neck which normally caused a cat-like response from the blonde. However, the will was strong in this one. Gritting his teeth and trying to put the stroking to the back of his mind, Sean remained resolutely still. Even when the hand dipped a little lower, sneaking in between his skin and the clothing Sean didn’t make a sound, although the tremble that worked its way down his spine spoke volumes.
“ You still cold?” Viggo murmured in Sean’s ear. There was more silence in a pointed manner. The tremble turned into a shiver; obviously Sean was happy to communicate without the use of language at this particular moment in time.
“ Because…,” Viggo continued, his voice low and conspiratorial in a manner that he knew normally caressed Sean’s lust button just as much as a hand on his balls. “ .. from what I hear, to properly benefit from body heat you have to be skin to skin.”
There was a pause whilst Sean worked out this seemingly illogical statement. He hunched his shoulders a little further, yet his backside nudged back against Viggo who by this time was happily spooning against him. It was incredible how much Sean’s body betrayed him. Grinning, Viggo began to unbutton his own shirt and clothing and shrugged out of them.
“ You have to be fucking kidding me?” came Sean’s muffled protest from the blanket, obviously not expecting Viggo to go through with it.
“ Have you known me to ever fucking kid you?” Viggo replied mildly, nuzzling Sean’s sensitive neck spot and allowing his hand to slip around Sean’s hip towards his belt buckle. Sean slapped the hand away as though he was an eighteenth century maiden.
“ NO,” he protested. “ It’s fucking cold out there. I like clothing. Clothing is my friend. Don’t try to break up my relationship with said clothing, otherwise I’m gonna get real pissy and that’s a bad thing!”
“ You sure?” Viggo nuzzled against the back of his neck, his hand both tempting and suggestive. Sean groaned softly, and nudged against the older man again before he remembered he wasn’t supposed to be encouraging this sort of nudity type behaviour.
“ I’m sure,” he confirmed. “ It’s cold and I’m not going to roll around on the floor of a forest buck naked because you say it’s going to be fine.”
Viggo nuzzled again. “ Not asking you to roll anywhere, sweetheart,” he said softly. “ Actually, it’ll be beneficial if you stay in one spot otherwise I have to aim more accurately and that’s quite difficult at this time of night,”
“ I’d get splinters up my whatsit,” the protest was still in full force.
“ I’m sure the whatsit can cope,” replied Viggo gravely, gently nuzzling Sean’s shoulder and feeling the man tremble against him. For all his loud mouth complaining, there was obviously a large part of Sean who cared not for temperature or splinters up the whatsit or the fact that Viggo had already dumped the cigarette packet on the fire, although that could be simply the fact that he was facing the other way when it happened.
However, the conscious and sulking part of Sean still wasn’t in the mood to be placated, even with nuzzles and sweet words and a hand stroking his hip. He curled a little more and sulked hard enough to bore a hole through a steel plate.
“ It’s always what you want, isn’t it?” he complained. “ Never when I want it,”
Viggo frowned. “ Sean, you want it all the time. You’re not picky,” he pointed out.
“ When was the last time you checked that?” demanded Sean from his sulk bed.
“ Two days ago,” replied Viggo mildly. “ I even have it in writing, remember? You didn’t want to do the effort working out things in the bedroom so you left me to do it being the literal lazy bugger that you are,”
“ And what if I land on a spider?” protested Sean again, not wishing to argue over lazy bugger-ness.
“ Then you have a really pissed off spider? Stop finding reasons to moan, Sean. Or rather, complain. I’ve got plenty of reasons lined up for you moaning after all,” Viggo nuzzled his shoulder and slowly allowed his hand to creep over Sean’s hipbone and slide between his legs. There was an indrawn breath which was very shakily released.
“ This is hardly fair,” the words were not the strongest Viggo had ever heard or indeed the most convincing. He waited to see whether Sean would roll away, being his normal statement that things had gone Too Far, but if anything the blonde nudged back against him further. Honestly. The gag might well get employed sooner than Viggo had imagined if this continued.
“ The whole point of this is that it’s not fair. Someone – preferably me – has to win unless you have a desire to just cuddle,” Viggo was willing to take the bet that Sean wasn’t going to touch that. Cuddling, hugging and anything else normally shown on a kid’s early morning cartoon just wasn’t Sean’s style. The only reason why Sean went in for foreplay was literally to avoid the hospital getting too bored of him.
There was a grumble from somewhere within the blankets. Yep, cuddling was out. There were many things you could call Sean Bean, but a care bear was not one of them.
“ So…?” Viggo’s hand began to unfasten Sean’s trousers with skilled precision. Sean shivered again and grumbled louder, although without anything that even faintly resembled normal speech. Finally there was a growl and Sean began to unfasten his clothes himself with poor grace and hands so grumpy they almost threatened rippage of said clothing.
“ You owe me one for this,”
“ I’m keeping you warm,”
“ With benefits,” pointed out Sean, whose clothes had finally ended up in a pile beside him. Viggo could feel the shivering take hold of the other man and immediately covered him with his own body, a hand venturing out from the warmth of the blankets in order to tuck them in a little more. Little by little Sean’s shivering began to subside enough that his teeth chattering couldn’t be mistaken for a woodpecker who was working late. Viggo nuzzled bare shoulder again, his breath warming Sean’s shoulder and the scent of his lover massaging his already alert need for lust. Sean didn’t bother with fancy soaps or shower gels and therefore his scent was always so damned natural. Someone really needed to bottle him as an aid to sexual performance.
Sean groaned softly as Viggo pressed against the other man’s back, wrapping his arms around Sean’s body and pressing himself closer and closer until it looked as though some bastard had glued them together.
“ You can’t do anything when you’re that close,” Sean murmured back at him. “ Given up already?”
There was a fumble and Viggo’s hand discovered the tube of lube after a brief expedition into the cold of the night before darting back underneath the covers. Unfortunately the journey, even briefly, managed to make him a little colder than he had been previously. Sean’s body jumped as cold fingers suddenly brushed against him.
“ Sorry,”
“ Git,”
“ Actually, that was an honest apology,” Viggo put the offending hand under his armpit to warm it. Sean pondered this for a moment then shrugged.
“ Okay, then. Just don’t do it again. I have enough problems with you poking things at me without said things being bloody cold as well,” he grumbled. “ And warm yourself up quick. I’m not going cross country with an ice-cube as a companion,”
“ You’re so romantic,” murmured Viggo, who had warmed his hands and was now getting said fingers slippery.
“ Romance can wait until central heating gets involved,” replied Sean steadily. “ You can’t do the whole candlelight and chocolates and wine and stuff when you’re lying on the open ground with spiders and darkness and werewolveeeeeeeeeeeeees!!” The last word almost turned into his own howl as fingers applied themselves to sensitive areas unexpectedly. “ God damn it, Vig, you’re supposed to give some warning!”
“ Oh. Sorry,”
There was a sigh. “ Now that wasn’t an honest apology,”
“ You know, I think you’re right,” replied Viggo cheerfully. “ Second finger coming,”
This one had more of a grunt accompanying it than the werewolf howl of before, Viggo feeling Sean’s body grudgingly open to his questing fingers as he slowly slid them deeper within the incredible warmth and tightness of Sean’s body. Viggo could feel each tremble of the other man’s body, each breath than went through him, the way that each gasp got shakier and shakier as soon as the fingers began to thrust within him. Yeah, that was the good stuff.
“ You can get on with it now,” the voice was ragged enough that an onlooker could be forgiven in thinking that Sean had a sore throat. Viggo sighed and nuzzled a little closer to him.
“ So impatient,” he murmured in Sean’s ear.
“ Sod that, I haven’t got time to be impatient.” Backside darted backwards in a powerful thrust that was almost painful. “ Come on, get with the programme.”
Viggo nuzzled him a little more in retaliation; okay, so his groin felt as though it could melt the Antarctic and the throbbing was almost taking over from his heartbeat as being the most important beat in his body but obeying Sean’s orders in this type of situation was just asking for trouble. And besides which, the man had no finesse. He was the digestive biscuit of the cookie world, plain, upfront, no impressions of grandeur, but remarkably filling. Digestive biscuits were not allowed to take control over sexual situations, else they all end up in crumbs.
However, holding back was never going to be a long lasting plan by any means. Smearing himself with the remains of the goop on his hands, Viggo pressed a last kiss to Sean’s neck before squirming into position and sliding cautiously into him. In this position it paid to take time, having more than once thrust hard into something that was a little more solid than he had expected. Thankfully Sean was paying attention and kept squirming into a better position to allow Viggo access. Finally the older man sank fully into Sean, the familiar grip causing him to briefly close his eyes in satisfaction as Sean’s panting and groaning managed to vibrate through Viggo’s entire body. He would have liked to take the time to appreciate it properly but there was only so long you could possibly stay still when you were balls deep within Sean Bean without going entirely mad.
“ Okay?” Viggo’s own voice was breathless and fast.
“ What would you do if I said ‘no’?” came the faintly muffled reply. Viggo snorted.
“ Delayed things,” he advised.
“ In that case, I’m fine. Get your arse in gear before mine decides to stall,” Sean attempted to squirm a little more but it was damned difficult when you were impaled and had someone of Viggo’s weight pinning him down. There wasn’t exactly much bed left for strategic manoeuvring anyway, not unless he wanted parts of him to turn an interesting colour of blue.
Viggo chuckled and readjusted Sean into a position where he could smoothly move without worrying he was going to end up in environments new, and thrust in a little deeper. His sigh of pleasure was almost completely muffled by Sean’s growl of sensation, the younger man obviously struggling with the fact he wasn’t exactly in a position where he could properly thrust back as he normally did. Viggo grinned. The feeling of power was wonderfully intoxicating, although that was probably not something to admit to Sean about… Well, not until they got that gag again. And some leather restraints. And –
Viggo dragged his mind away from the dodgier aspects of sexual experimentation before he got too into the images, his hand pausing from where he was accidentally stroking down Sean’s side. However, this was not a popular cancellation. Sean’s little wriggle demanded further action otherwise the police were getting called, which was surprising enough. It was even more surprising when Sean seized hold of Viggo’s now paused hand and dragged it down between his legs in a moment of dominance. Okay, if that was how he wished to play it…
Viggo grinned against Sean’s shoulder and gently started to caress him, his hips circling as his hand slid over Sean’s obviously over excited arousal and gently stroked down the shaft.
“ Still cold?” he murmured.
“ Still talking?” countered Sean.
“ Word to the wise. Do not taunt the person with a hand around your balls,” Viggo nuzzled Sean’s ear gently, his hand caressing and exploring, each slide accompanied by a little jerk of the blonde’s hips as a response. He could hear the little mutter under Sean’s breath that was no doubt X-rated and probably involved meat grinders somewhere in it, but at least he shushed. In fact, Sean was still shushed even when Viggo began to roughly stroke him in time with his own thrusts, the broken gasps the only indication that the blonde was still in command of his body.
On an additional plus side, there was no doubt the bed was warming up. Their breath mingled under the blanket shield, Sean’s hot and trembling body warmer than the average barbecue - and probably meatier as well – and although this was all nice Viggo still couldn’t really think of anything except the fact that Sean was still Squirming With Intent and his own body was seriously considering rebelling against his self control and willpower. So much for the slow and easy approach.
Growling, giving Sean a little accidental bite on his neck rather than the lick his conscious mind had decided upon, Viggo closed his eyes as he thrust in harder. God, that was good. No, that was better than good, that was liquid gold. That was the gooey marshmallow centre of a teacake. That was a giant chocolate fountain with over two tons of liquid chocolate in three different styles…
.. okay, and now he was hungry, but that wasn’t the point.
His tongue dragged along Sean’s neck hungrily, his hands gripped the other man a little harder as he continued to take what his body demanded. The position wasn’t good enough for their usual pounding session and the artist in Viggo was pleased that this was the case. The desperate man within him wasn’t so happy however, but since that man was probably going to be the one calling the shots tomorrow morning he could butt right out of decision making tonight. For now it was simply the ability to slide into the heat, the tightness, and enjoy even sensation that flowed through his body.
“ Vig,” A growl.
Okay, so someone else was a little impatient. Sighing gently, Viggo increased his hand’s movements, every so often gently running a finger around the head of Sean’s cock before sliding it down over the shaft, increasing the speed, the roughness, every so often squeezing gently to be rewarded by a muffled gasp-curse and another buck backwards with Sean’s hips.
“ Patience.. patience…,” he murmured in Sean’s ear.
There was a snort of amusement from Sean at that. “ We’re in the middle of a forest and you’re busy calling out some other girl’s name?”
The hand slapped a hipbone. “ Not that sort of patience.”
“ You mean there’s a different sort?”
The hip got slapped a little harder, accompanied by a chuckle from Sean who was completely unfazed by such minor spankings. This was obviously something to change but not now. There was, after all plenty of wilderness to come. And it wasn’t only the wilderness to come for that matter; Viggo thrust once more and felt Sean clench around him, felt his breath hitching, the harsh panting suddenly stop for a heartbeat before a long, soft groan and a sudden flood of wetness signified Sean’s completion and spelt the end of Viggo’s ability to hang onto his willpower.
Fucking hell…
“ .. god….!,” it wasn’t so much a shout but a muffled gasp as Viggo reached his release, pressing into Sean’s back and feeling seemingly every single muscle in his body tense, contract and release in a burst of pleasure. Sean purred, having obviously already recovered himself enough to tease and torment, and managed to detach himself with a satisfied sigh.
“ This doesn’t make up for the fact that you took my cigarettes you know,” Sean commented after their breathing began to retreat into something that wasn’t stealing all the oxygen in a five mile radius. Viggo snorted amusement and snuggled up further, his arm comfortably across Sean’s chest.
“ Yeah, I know,”
“ Good,”
There was a pause filled with mutual snuggling, although obviously snuggling that possessed a different and more macho name. Sean sighed and found that his eyelids had finally decided to be made of lead, which was about sodding time. Spiders be damned.
“ Good boy,” Viggo murmured in his ear. “ You’ll need your strength for tomorrow’s river,”
Sean smiled and drifted towards a peaceful sleep. Well, until the conscious mind suddenly worked out what had just been said.
“ WHAT FUCKING RIVER?”
But, alas, Viggo was already asleep.
TBC
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Date: 2006-09-29 03:58 pm (UTC)*grin* So, what's next... besides the river? *snicker*
~Kris
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Date: 2006-09-29 07:54 pm (UTC)Well, the next chapter has to have something to do with kilts in it for a fic challenge, so it's going to be interesting to say the least. Ah, bugs, water and men in skirts. A welcome if unusual situation :D
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Date: 2006-09-29 06:33 pm (UTC)Thank you very much.
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Date: 2006-09-29 08:44 pm (UTC)*can't wait for future weirdness and sarcastic Sean*
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