HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOOMS !
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rugbytacklePairing : Viggo/Sean/Mooms
Beta : our mutual friend Terry
Rating : R
Author :
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govi20A.N. : The boys went shopping for you Mooms and bought you this fic ! Hope you'll like it !
DISCLAIMER : Absolutely not true, all lies !
“I still can’t believe this is happening Viggo! And it’s all your fault.”
”Would you stop whining Sean? How was I to know the technical condition of that boat was that bad. You should be glad this rubber dhingy was on board, we wouldn’t have survived otherwise.”
“You talked me into this. A relaxing yachting holiday you said, with lots of sun and good food. Long lazy days. And here I am on a rubber boat eating rationed ship’s biscuit. And a sip of water three times a day. And we don’t know what’s happened to our crew.”
“At least it’s adventurous Sean. And about our “crew” ; you’re the one refusing to share the dhingy with Orlando and made him take his own!”
“Ah, for fuck’s sake, shut up. I couldn’t know we’d lose sight of him, could I? The guy never sits still for one second, I would probably have drowned him by now. I didn’t like his cooking either.”
“Sean, Sean : I think I see land!”
“Thank god for that, now let’s just hope there’s actually someone living there! Come on then, row..!”
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On a tropical island, somewhere in the Pacific Queen Mooms rules, loved by her women. Why do I say women? Because there are no men allowed here. And the women, knowing about the existence of men, but until three days ago never seen one, never missed them. They were always told men were filthy and nasty, always fighting, making war and abusing women.
Of course the Queen knows better. She’s been visiting nearby islands on official ocassions ever since she was a little girl, and does so now every two weeks unofficially.
Oh yes, some men had all those habits, but there were compensations to make up for that.
Now the Queen’s a bit worried. Three days ago, this male landed on her island, and was caught by her patrol guard. The problem had solved itself, but there were some women – especially the young ones – having strange feelings after seeing this young tanned lad.
The Queen hadn’t been much impressed – preferring men above lads – but she still hoped this wasn’t going to happen again.
No use in getting her girls unhappy, she thought.
So the Queen was not amused when her guard brought in two men. Real men this time, one of them quiet, the other one struggling and cursing under the hands of her giggling guard.
“Silence, ” the Queen shouted loudly, her voice resonating on the higs walls of her parlour.
Immediately all women dropped to their knees and bowed, leaving the two men standing.
“You,” she said to the man who was still sputttering, “if you don’t behave I’ll have you gagged!”
She looked at both man until she made up her mind.
“Everyone leave this hall, wait outside the door. When these two give me one good reason I’ll shout and you will take them away and kill them.”
She pointed on two of her most loyal officers : “you two stay here!”
When the door closed after the last reluctant back, she sighed.
“What do you think we should do to them? It’s either kill or castrate them.”
A cry of agony worked himself out of the throat of the blonde man.
“Perhaps we should undress them. I mean to see if they don’t have weapons on them, “ one of the girls said hopefully.”
“That might be a good idea, “ the Queen said, “ but just to their briefs please. But they will be answering my questions first!”
“If they have weapons we could whip them,” said the other one even more hopefully, “stripe their arses!”
The Queen ignored that and addressed the two men : “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“I am Viggo, and he’s Sean,” the silent man said. “We mean no harm, we just had a boating accident a few days ago.”
“Would that be the same ‘boating accident’ the other man landing here was involved in ?”
“Orlando is here?’ Viggo asked.
“Not anymore,” Queen Mooms said. “He could live with the castration part, but as soon as I told him there were no cameras here he made his escape. He jumped right back in the ocean and was eaten by sharks.”
“Poor guy,” Viggo said. “Death by vanity, I will write a poem about that! But I beg you not to kill or castrate us !”
“I must. This is a perfectly happy and peaceful community with only woman. We can’t have you walking around seducing women.”
This time Sean spoke : “Vig, tell her about us, tell her we’re gay!”
“Now Sean, you know I don’t like labels! I can’t tell her that... you and I were both married and have children. We obviously like women too.”
“Enough of this! Today is my birthday so I won’t take the decision what to do with you right now. I’ll think about it and let you know tonight. Now please strip to your briefs to see if you’re not armed.”
Reluctantly both men started undressing. The Queen licked her lips while looking at Viggo : it was almost a shame to damage him. Perhaps she could have some fun before that though. The other man – even though looking good – was less to her taste. Quite a gorgeous arse though, she thought as she walked around the men slowly, looking for hidden weapons thoroughly.
“Bring them to the prison, give them some food and guard them with your life,” she ordered her guards, who did their very best looking for weapons too.
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Five minutes later, in a bare cell with just one – enough though, thank you ! – bed.
“I don’t like labels he said! You stupid wanker! Do you want to be killed or castrated?”
“I couldn’t lie Sean. That would be against my beliefs. That Queen seems formidable, but I like her anyway. But no, I wouldn’t like to be castrated or killed. We will have to think of something. We are lucky it’s her birthday and we have some time.”
“Let’s give her a present then.”
“A present Sean? We have nothing but our briefs left.”
“Exactly! She seemed to like you Vig, it was obvious... so we give her you!”
“Now listen here Sean, you can’t just give me away, I am not a toyboy am I?
“I knew what I would do if she had an eye for me Vig. And you liked her, you said so yourself. But if you’d rather be castrated... “
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Later that evening, the Queens bedroom. Viggo has been brought there and forced to his knees in front of the Queen. She was dressed in a beautiful silk nightgown. The guards are ordered to keep a close eye on Sean and they obeyed happily. A very, very close eye....
Viggo lying there catches a glimpse of the Queen’s bare feet, and he’s gone.
“Your Majesty, if I may say so, you have lovely feet.”
“At the moment they are killing me, I have been standing and dancing all day!”
“May I suggest a little massage?”
And that’s how 15 minutes later Viggo is massaging the Queens inner legs with his surprisingly arguile tongue ( she’s tired all over) and Sean is trying to massage two guards at one time, in an effort to persuade them to help both men escape.
The Queen is moaning and happy , Viggo is happy too, because he does what he’s best in : being irresistible. Sean is moaning too, he’s not happy though because one of the guards decided to stripe his arse after all.
How it all ended? It didn’t!
It’s still Queen Mooms birthday and they are still at it.
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Date: 2006-11-07 12:52 pm (UTC)Only Viggo could utter a line like that . . .
It was just brilliant! Happy (belated) Birthday, Mooms!
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