White Heat, part 4 - Inferno

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Title : White heat, part 4 - Inferno (a fic for Bonfire Night)
Pairing : Viggo/Sean
Rating : NC-17
Warning : AU, RPS
Authors : 

mooms (Viggo) govi20 (Sean)
Archive : Rugbytackling, viggo_cursive switch_bottoms
A.N. Seguel to White Heat - Ignition, White Heat - Combustion and White Hear - Fusion. Can be read as stand alone, but if you'd like to read the others :
Ignition : here
Combustion : here
Fusion : here 

A.N.2 Bonfire Night is also called Guy Fawkes Night and it commemorates the discovery of the Gunpowder Plot which was a conspiracy by some Catholics to blow up Parliament in 1605 and in doing so, assassinate King James I.Ever since then, on November 5 in the UK, we traditionally hold bonfire and firework parties and burn effigies of Guy Fawkes (one of the conspirators).

DISCLAIMER : Not true, never happened, all lies ! 

 

~Viggo~

With a banshee scream, an enormous rocket whooshes up and bursts with an ear-shattering bang, a myriad of blue and silver sparks against the black velvet backdrop of the night sky.

The squeals of over-excited children mingle with the laughter of mostly inebriated adults and the crackling of the huge bonfire, topped by a magnificent Guy, bound firmly to one of Sandra’s old kitchen chairs.

I wander about the garden, mesmerized by the flickering shadows, the dancing flames and the smell of wood-smoke, taking roll after roll of pictures.

Sandra moves happily among the clustered guests, with trays of traditional Bonfire Night fare – potatoes baked in their jackets in the embers of the fire, sausages, mushy peas, toffee apples and a very filling Yorkshire cake called Parkin, which is a kind of treacly gingerbread. If you think Yorkshire pudding is substantial, then you have to try this! You will probably never walk again! No wonder Sean’s ancestors were tough, if they ate this stuff regularly!

Appropriately, this is Sandra’s house-warming party! She and the gas-fitter from Rotherham decided to move in together and we are very happy for them. I can hear Sean’s laugh, as he helps with serving the beer. Just the sound of his voice still thrills me, even after more than a year.

Drawn by the flames, I wander happily over to the fire and use a rake to rearrange the wood, before tossing on a few more pieces. It is so satisfying and I have enjoyed this since I was a boy.

I feel Sean’s presence behind me, before I hear him speak, softly, his breath tickling my ear.

“Playing with fire again, Viggo?”

I laugh and lean back against him, relaxing against his solid strength.

“Always, when you are around, Sean!”

A burst of yellow sparks cascades from a row of tall fireworks set on a low wall.

“Look, Sean, golden showers!”

“ I think that technically, Viggo, they are called Golden Rain. Nicely warmed up and ready to go home now? I want to show you me Roman candle!”

~Sean~

Sandra and Paul’s new house looks very crowded at the moment, with all their house warming guests. It’s a good evening to do this, with all the free fireworks and so on. Sandra’s Paul is a nice enough bloke, though he had a bit of a hard time getting used to Viggo and me being together. I can understand that: not too long ago I would have felt the same way.

I do my share in helping out with serving beer, and chatting with people. The food is great and the look on Viggo’s face when he tries to work his way through a big piece of Parkin  is priceless. ‘ A bit more filling than a Big Mac I guess, ‘ I think to myself, grinning.

When everyone has a beer I go looking for Viggo. I am not surprised to find him feeding the fire. There’s a lot of the boy still left in the man Viggo and I am glad. He knows how to play, but he knows when to be a man too. I love them both and I still bless the day he came into my life. He can be a real pain in the arse, or ass as he says, but so can I.

Without turning around he knows I am behind him. I stand up close and make a joke, while I look at his face lit by the flames. When he leans back on me, arousal – never far away when he’s near – hits me and I want to be alone with him. Enough, I decide.

He smirks when I offer to drive him home and show him me Roman Candle but he follows willingly. I look at him kissing Sandra and chatting to strangers, making his way to the door and me. I have to suppress the urge to drag him along; I want to get him home. You would think things would have cooled down a bit after a year, but the opposite is true and it’s great.

Finally I have him in my car and we can go home, my hand on his leg a promise.

~Viggo~

Much as I was enjoying the party, there’s no contest between a social event, no matter how traditional, and a lustful Sean, so I follow him eagerly to the car.

I envy Sandra and Paul a little, as they can show their affection in public, while even though broadly accepted here as a couple, we really don’t go for public displays.  Some guys, like Paul, for example, are not 100% comfortable with us and treat us with suspicion!

Shit, Paul you are quite safe! With Sean around, why would I be interested in you? The beer-belly cascading over your belt like one of Rita’s famous suet puddings in a cloth may turn Sandra on, as may your plumber’s butt, surging from your low-slung jeans, but I am somewhat of a connoisseur, being used to Sean’s flat, muscled stomach and delectable ass.

Sean’s hand creeps onto my thigh and squeezes it provocatively. I look across and see his wicked little tongue flicker out. I can never, ever resist that and as his hand moves up towards my groin, it seems increasingly unlikely that we will actually make it home.

This road takes us past the factory and I have a sudden inspiration. There is no permanent night-watchman there, just regular patrols by security contractors and I know that Sean has been worried by a recent spate of vandalism against local business premises.

“Hey, Sean, how about we run into the factory and check out security?”

My voice is husky and I can tell from his answering smirk and the increased pressure from his clever fingers, that he is wise to my little ploy. When we reach the factory gates, he opens them with his remote control and drives in, parking in a particularly dark corner.

Switching off the lights, he turns to me,

“Now what was it that you wanted to check out, Viggo?”

~Sean~

I realise I am speeding a little; I just can’t wait to get home. As we’re nearing the factory I get distracted a bit. There has been some trouble lately, some of those kid gangs seem to have pleasure in ruining and vandalising local businesses. Nothing really serious yet, but I am keeping an eye out. I won’t let them harm the factory me dad built up so carefully.

When Viggo suggests we could go in and ‘check out security’ I forget my worries. I don’t care that it’s only a twenty minutes drive home, as always Viggo has the ability to make me behave like a schoolboy. I open the gate with my remote control and park in the darkest place I can find. I switch of the lights and turn to him expectantly:

“Now what was it that you wanted to check out, Viggo?”

“You,’’ he says, and without warning he ducks his head and his mouth is on my crotch, breathing hot against the fabric. Nimble fingers work down my fly and reach out for my cock. I spread my legs eagerly; feel my cock engulfed by wet heat. The sudden attack makes me cry out, and my hand goes down, stroking his hair and keeping his head in place.

Involuntarily my hips buck up, and I must force myself to not just ride his face. From the corner of my eye I catch a little movement at the gates, and I say.. “Vig”!” He hums something in reply and I struggle not to come, try to focus on the gates. I see small hooded figures climbing the gate from the inside, getting out and when I turn to look at the factory, I see flames.

“Fuck!!! ” I yell and Viggo's grip on me loosens.

“Aren’t we a bit too old for a fuck in the back seat, Sean?”

~Viggo~

I am totally focused on Sean’s beautiful, hard cock, determined to give him the best blow job ever, and he is responding as enthusiastically as always, his hands tangled in my hair.

He says my name urgently and I begin to hum around him, then I am shaken by his loud yell and startled enough to surface.

I make a sarcastic comment and regret it immediately, when I sense his agitation and look up the see flames flickering inside the factory.

Sean is out of the car in seconds, calling the fire-brigade on his cell phone, as he runs toward the building. Stunned, I sit for a moment, then I am shaken out of my trance by a muffled curse and thud and become aware of small, dark figures, picking themselves up from the ground on the other side of the gate and running off into the darkness.

*Little bastards* I think, as I leap out, grabbing the fire extinguisher as I go and chasing after Sean. My delay means that he is already in the building, when I get there. He hasn’t paused to turn off the burglar alarm, so it shrills out into the night.

I see straight away that there is not just one fire, but several small ones and Sean has run past the ones in the lobby and into the main factory. I realize that his instincts are to protect the sharp end of the business and I hear the roar of the carbon dioxide fire extinguisher as he tackles the fires in there.

Torn between fear for his safety, the desire to help him and the knowledge that there are two fires in the lobby and one in Sandra’s office, I make a snap decision that I need to put these out or we risk having our escape route cut off.

It takes the whole car extinguisher to kill the fire in the waste bin, then I attack the next one with a fire blanket I snatch from the wall. The extinguisher from the lobby is gone. I guess Sean grabbed it on his way through.

*Where the fuck are the Fire brigade ?* As I head for Sandra’s office, looking for another extinguisher, it dawns on me that Sean has told me Bonfire Night is the is busiest night of the year - all those fires too close to sheds and houses, getting out of control !

Shit, looks like we could be on our own here!

~Sean~

I push Viggo away from me and am out of the car in no time. I curse for the loss of time as I need to fasten my pants. Without waiting for Viggo, I run into the building, aware of several fires, but go right to the heart of the factory. On my way through the lobby I grab the fire extinguisher from the wall.

For a moment I am in shock when I enter the main factory. There must be at least a dozen fires in here, but luckily none of them really big yet. Vaguely I bless Viggo for suggesting stopping here, it would have been a lot worse. The fire brigade has a lot on their hands, and they would have come too late.

Sweat is dripping from my face while I fight the fires, cursing and swearing when I think of those kids. Finally I manage to put them all out. Just then I realise the burglar alarm is still running. ‘Good, ’ I think, ‘someone will show up sooner or later.

Viggo is nowhere to be seen and I go looking for him. He’s probably in the offices or in the lobby, where I saw several fires too. It didn’t look too serious, but I could be wrong. On my way there I pass a mirror and my reflection almost makes me laugh: my face is black, with white stripes from sweat running down.

In the lobby the smoke is hanging heavily in the air, but the fires are out.

“Vig?” I call out, but there’s no reply. I am really getting worried now and run into Sandra’s office. The door is ajar and when I try to push it open I can’t: something’s blocking it. I go down on my knees and look around the door.

Viggo’s lying right behind it, his eyes closed and my heart stops.


~Viggo~

By the time I get to Sandra’s office, I am coughing, due to the thick smoke and I drop down and crawl along as close to the floor as I can.

The fire in here is the fiercest I have found and I realize that it must have been the first one set. The couch where visitors wait is completely ablaze and the fumes in here from the upholstery are acrid, catching in my throat and lungs. I am feeling slightly dizzy, as I find the extinguisher and turn the horn toward the flames. Fortunately, these things are really powerful and I can handle this blaze without too much effort.

As I work, I wonder if Sean is OK. I must get this last fire out so I can go help him.

That’s it, it’s over and I almost sob with relief, as I stand and survey the wreckage. I notice the curled and singed paged of my photography book on the coffee table and that’s the last thing I see, before the rug comes up to meet me and I plunge into oblivion!

I regain consciousness to find a mouth pressed to mine… Sean’s mouth, pressed to mine…and that’s not a bad way to wake up. His face is striped like a barcode.  I try to smile, but I am caught by a spasm of coughing, which hurts like hell, there is an elephant sitting on my chest and I am suddenly fighting to breathe.

I am vaguely aware of sirens over the noise of the burglar alarm, as Sean rolls me over onto my side and bends up my arm and leg to stabilize me, then I drift again.

The next time I wake up, I am in an ambulance, with an oxygen mask over my face and Sean clinging onto my hand, with a look of such anxiety on his stripy face, that I want to hug him and tell him it’ll be ok.

~Sean~

With relief I see the light movement of his chest and I know he’s alive. Viggo is not exactly a heavy guy, but unconscious it takes a real effort to push him away. I drop to my knees, free his neck and give him the kiss of life, trying to make him breath better. His eyes flutter open, but he starts coughing in a very bad way and I know he needs professional help.

He has probably inhaled smoke and it’s clearly a struggle for him to breathe. I stabilize him and I know I need to call the emergency number, when I hear the sirens approaching. I slump down again, wipe his brow and hold his hand.

I think how I would rather have the whole place burned to the ground then lose him. I go with him in the ambulance, still holding his hand, even when they put an oxygen mask over his face. I don’t give a fuck what the men in the ambulance think.

Luckily It’s not far to the hospital. I have to let go of him now and they make me wait in some sort of lounge. There’s another man there who seems to be just as anxious as I am. When I pace through the room for the fourth time he looks at me in a sympathetic way.

“ Is it your first too?”

When the door opens we both look up.

“Mr. Bean?” A middle aged nurse steps in. I am with her in two steps. “We had to give Mr Mortensen oxygen, but he’s alright now. He can go home as long as there’s someone there to keep an eye on him.

I am so relieved I could kiss her. “I will take care of him! ” I say.


~Viggo~

I am still feeling nauseous and light-headed, when Sean helps me out to the taxi he has called, clucking like a mother hen. Of course, his car is back at the factory.

My throat is raw and my chest still hurts, but the doctor says I will live and when Sean gets in the back seat with me and holds me tight all the way home, I am glad about that.

The driver glances at us in the mirror a couple of times, but Sean has his jaw set stubbornly and doesn’t loose his hold on me, until we are home and he is paying off the cab.

There are still fireworks going off all over and a faint wail of sirens, as the poor, overstretched emergency services tear about the neighbourhood. I shudder a little at the smell of smoke in the air. Once inside, Sean wastes no time in running us a bath and helping me out of my clothes and into the tub.

He slides in behind me and wraps his arms around me, his chin on my shoulder, and I lean back against his chest.

I start to say to him in my currently very husky voice, how lucky we were that we managed to be on the spot and cope with the fire, before it took too firm a hold, but he squeezes me tight and hushes me gently.

Then he tells me how he would rather have seen the whole place burnt to a cinder, than lose me and I feel his tears trickling down the back of my neck. I just have to turn my head and kiss them away, although it takes an effort to do that.

We get ourselves out of the tub and dried off, and then we curl up together in our big, comfortable bed.

I am thinking about what Sean told me and how easily one of us could have been lost tonight and suddenly the reality of mortality and the transience of human life strike me forcefully, with a very interesting effect on my dormant cock.

“You have got to be joking!” I tell it and Sean complains that he never said anything and what do I mean?

I take his hand and place it on my growing flesh.

“Jesus, Vig, you nearly died tonight! “ He sounds faintly shocked.

“But I didn’t, “ I croak, “and it seems my candle is still burning bright.”

~Sean~

On our way home in the cab, I hold him close to me. The image of him lying there is still in my head. For a moment I thought he was dead and I am determined never to take him for granted again.

When we get home I run a bath. We are both filthy. This is better than showering; I can keep him close to me. He starts to talk about how lucky it was we were there to save the factory, his voice still very hoarse, but I interrupt him. I’ve got something I need to say. I tell him how I’d rather see the place burnt down than lose him. I hold him tight while for a moment the fear comes back and I feel tears running from my eyes. He turns around in my arms and kisses me.

It’s so good to be in bed together, warm and safe. I am tired, but so grateful we are both still here. I just lie and listen to him breathing, my body draped around his. After a while I start dozing off, when he suddenly speaks.

“You have got to be joking!”

“What do you mean?” I say, “I never said a word!”

He grabs my hand and guides to his cock. It’s hard to believe, but it’s straining against my hand. My shocked reply vanishes in laughter when he talks about his candle still burning bright.

I push him on his back and kiss him. He wriggles underneath my hand; his cock is rock hard now. No teasing I decide, and I slide down his body. Before I take him in my mouth I look up at him.

“Do you want me to blow your candle, Vig ?” I ask.

“Jesus Sean, please!”


~Viggo~

Sean holds my cock around the base almost reverently, and blows across the head gently, making me squirm.

I yelp as he follows up by swallowing me whole, even though I am expecting it, revelling in the feel of his hot mouth around me. He sucks with focus and determination, understanding that tonight is no time for teasing or playing. Tonight we are celebrating life and there is an urgency about this, to which we are both responding.

He is showing me how much he loves me here and now and I explode, filling his mouth with my life force.

We hold each other tightly, as I recover. Sean made me forget that my throat is raw and my chest hurts, but now the immediate passion is spent the pain has come back to bite me in the ass.

In spite of everything, the thought of biting asses makes me snigger, which turns into a cough, racking my body and forcing tears.

Sean leaps out of bed and returns with a glass of water. He slides onto the bed, pulling me into a sitting position and putting his arm around my shoulders as he puts the edge of the glass to my dry lips.

“Stupid bugger! “ he says fondly. “Yer can’t resist laughing, although it hurts!”

“Pain is like pleasure, Sean,” I wheeze! “ Makes us know we are alive!”

“Yer can hardly breathe, though!”

“Oh Sean, you always take my breath away!”

~Sean~

It doesn’t take long for him to come and he seemed to have forgotten all about his pain while he shudders through the aftershocks. Typically for him, something makes him laugh then, throwing him into a coughing fit so badly he almost chokes.

I jump out of bed to get him water, which luckily stops the coughing. I decide it’s time for him to rest now, so we both lie down again. I am very aware of my own throbbing erection, but I am determined to ignore that, so I turn my back to him.

I should have known him better than that though, he snuggles up behind me and his hand glides downwards immediately. I manage to capture his wrist and we wrestle silently. His voice, now huskier than ever, whispers in my ear.

“Do you want to fuck me, Sean?”

“Are you crazy? Of course not, you can hardly breathe!”

“Let me then..”

I release his wrist and his hand snakes down, gliding over my belly and closing around my cock. He nuzzles my neck while stroking me, holding me in a strong grip. Unable to move more than just my hips I moan helplessly when he bites my neck. A few more strokes push me over the edge and I slump back in his arms panting. Of course he can’t keep from laughing again.

“A pity I can’t sing now, or I would sing you ‘Light my Fire’, Sean!”

“As they say, Vig, something good can come out of something
bad! I count my blessings.”

THE END

Comments

[alex-quine.livejournal.com]

Glad to see these characters back and happy together, but that was a bit of a close call.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading and commenting, Alex. We wanted to revisit this au, as we very much enjoyed writing it.

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

Hot and funny again!

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you !

[painted-horse.livejournal.com]

I love those two and am very glad to see them back! And - of course - on bonfire-night one had to expect more than one fire. I'm grateful you let them off the hook with no more than a bit of smoke-poisoning. We want to see them play some more, after all.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading and commenting. We are particularly fond of these two and hope we can play with them again !

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"He knows how to play, but he knows when to be a man too. I love them both and I still bless the day he came into my life."

How lovely to see these two back together again . . . and a close call, but love is strong!!

Thanks for sharing - a wonderful "theme" story!

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for your reading and commenting! I think these particular VigBeans are our favorites, so it was great bringing them back alive again.

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

I just read all the previous parts of this series and I absolutely love it. These two are so adorable together and it was great to see how they have grown together.

[govi20.livejournal.com]

Wow ! You worked your way through the whole lot, thanks for that foxrafer ! Mooms and I are both particularly fond of these two and will probably write again about them. Thanks so much for reading and giving f/b !