Taking Back What's Mine

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

Author: Ashlyn K. Toliver

E-mail: KTR525@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Type: RPS

Pairing: Sean/Viggo (Orlando mentioned)

Warnings: If you’re partial to Orlando, you might not like this story.  If you’re not, then you may.  Also mentions of drug use and masturbation. 

Summary: Sean’s coming to take what’s his, and Viggo can’t wait.

Author’s Note:  This is for Anne, Helena and jamiesdream.  I miss you all and miss spending time in this universe.

Viggo

 

Oh my god, is this a dream?  Am I in bed masturbating and if I am this is the best fucking fantasy I’ve had in years.

 

Sean is kissing me.  Me.  He’s not playing games.  No talk, just his hot mouth and tongue plundering me.

 

I thought the man was straight, or at least more or less not fully into men, but he certainly wasn’t kissing me like a novice.  Then again he never had.  This was the Sean I’d been hungering for – the Sean that was going to take me over—the Sean for whom the word rough was created.

 

He had me up against the wall, hard thighs pinning me in place.  He was literally tearing me up inside with his mouth, his tongue like a battering ram, breeching my defenses – not that I had any.  He hadn’t shaved and the rough stubble abraded my jaw, but I didn’t care.  He tasted like whisky and fog and leather and a long flight and that cotton-mouthy flavor of tobacco and he was kissing me from the outside in and back again as if he were kissing me from the very frame of my bones to the complex patterns of my muscles to each fragile and electric nerve ending on my skin.  He was kissing me as if we’d become each other and I was him and I was kissing him and breathing his breath. 

 

His cock was practically fucking me through his tailored wool slacks and it was a wonder that it didn’t burst right through the zipper.  He kissed me like a madman and I was drawn into his madness and never wanted to leave.  I was drawn into the heat of him, sucked down into the whirling volcanic vortex that was this marauding Brit who was making it very clear that he was annexing another man’s territory.  I was his Agincourt, the ultimate scorch and burn and decimation of even the smallest iota of guilt.

 

Then he pulled away from me, not too far, but enough of a distance to where I nearly stumbled trying to right myself.  His green eyes were dark with lust and harder than the emeralds they resembled.

 

Those eyes bore into me.  “Call him.”

 

Sean

 

“Call him.”

 

Before he could say another word, I had my mobile in my hand and practically shoved it in his face.  God I was shaking, not from fear, but from wanting to tear every stitch of clothing from Viggo’s body.  I wanted him under me, beneath me, inside of me.  I wanted to make his scream and bleed and to forget totally that anyone else but me had ever had him.

 

I wanted to fuck every single memory of Orlando out of his conscious mind and his bloody subconscious too.

 

“Call him,” I ordered with that dangerous edge in my voice that had always spelled big trouble for anyone who disobeyed it.  “Tell him something came up – I don’t fucking care, but you tell him he can’t come over.”

 

I saw the answering heat in his eyes and I knew I’d always been what Viggo wanted, what he needed, and because of that inescapable truth, he would lie to Orlando without the slightest qualm.

 

I certainly had no qualms.

 

As he dialed the number, I pressed my body against his, sank my teeth into the nape of his neck and sucked greedily.  I marked him and when Orlando saw that – and a part of me hoped he would – he’d know without a doubt that Viggo was mine.

 

I couldn’t keep the triumphant smile from my lips as my devious Dane gave a performance worthy of an award.

 

“…I know Orlando…but Henry dropped by and he wants to take me to a new gallery in Silverlake and since he’s leaving for Europe in a few days, I figured we’d spend some father-son time together…you understand, right?”

 

I rotated my hips, rubbed my stiff cock against his and made him gasp, just not loud enough for Orlando to hear.  I did it again – wanting him to hear, but Viggo was very good at maintaining his composure.

 

At least for now.

 

“…Okay, maybe tomorrow, but I do have to get back in the studio soon, so I’ll call you…good night…”

 

The phone was placed in my hands and I slipped it back into my pocket.

 

“I love it when you lie,” I said, my voice thick with need.  “Just don’t lie to me…ever.”  Then I made him all mine...again.

 

I planned to spend all night reminding him of that.

 

Viggo

 

I’d been lying to Orlando for so long, one more caused me no grief.  I didn’t even care about betraying his trust.  I’d been doing that already.

 

All I knew was Sean; that lean, hard body pressed so tightly against mine that even a whisper couldn’t get through.  I kissed him back, suddenly freed from all restraint, able to finally let go, to be savaged and to savage in return.

 

Orlando could never overwhelm my senses this way.  He was too soft – not in a bad way – but more like unfinished, untutored.  I’d hated playing teacher because I could seldom let go enough to enjoy the fruits of my own lessons.  He may have led in our sex, but it had nothing to do with his ability and everything to do with me simply not caring what he did.  I was passive in his arms, not from pleasure – not like this – but from not being aroused enough to where my whole world was turned practically inside out.

 

But Sean…

 

I groaned as his kiss scraped along my jaw, felt the slight sting as he bit into my neck and sucked.  I knew he was marking me and I wanted him to.

 

Sean was kissing me alive when for so long I tried not to feel anything.  I didn’t even question his seeming expertise, didn’t give a damn whom he may have been practicing on before he came here.  He was mine now - the way he should have been from the moment we both knew.

 

He led – I followed.  Walking backwards, hands like crazy fire, shredding our clothes with each step.  I heard his throaty dirty laughter – a sound that raced from my auditory canal straight down my spinal column to my aching cock – he said something about a cashmere sweater, but I’d buy him as many as he wanted as long as he never stopped.

 

Dammit, even skin to skin, as we fell naked onto my unmade bed, wasn’t enough for me.  Our cocks created a friction that was almost unbearable in its intensity as we fought to get deeper into each other.  And it was like a battle; I was trying to wound him in order to make him crave me more and do all the things I’d dreamed of.

 

With Orlando I fiercely held on to my masculinity.  With Sean I already knew I had it and even being dominated by him didn’t change that fact.

 

The sheets and comforter on my bed, which still carried faint traces of Orlando’s scent—would now carry Sean’s.

 

I burned.  He burned me.  Playing with fire never felt so good.

 

Sean

 

Holy fuck, the man was incredible.

 

We were finally naked and I got to see for myself every square inch of the body that I wanted to possess – and wanted to possess me.  Those tight man tits I’d been longing to suck since I first saw him at the door – my mouth latched onto one, worried it into a stiffer peak as Viggo growled beneath me, arching his hips with each tug.  I sucked, practically feeding from his soul-essence as one, then the other, fell prey to my hungry lips and tongue.

 

His hands traced patterns on my skin, ragged nails running up and down my back, one finger delving lightly into the crack of my arse.  It felt odd but odd in a good way, considering that Viggo was the first man I’d ever allowed near there.  I merely sucked harder, grinding my hips into his, fitting myself perfectly into that space where we both knew I belonged. 

 

I actually just stopped thinking at that point; thinking was getting in the way. 

 

Suddenly Viggo flipped me over onto my back and I saw the same need in his eyes that was in mine.

 

“Fuck my mouth, Sean…”

 

Couldn’t bloody believe he said that.  I almost lost it when those words came out of that rough and tumbled bass.

 

“Fuck my mouth, Sean…I need to taste you…”

 

He shimmied down between my legs, taking my hips in those strong artists’ hands of his and pulled me to him.  If were possible for me to get any harder, I think I did.

 

Then he dove down and I could barely keep my body from launching into the sky. 

 

Fuck his mouth – oh yeah – with pleasure.

 

I rocked my hips upwards, driving deep down his throat as he vacuum-sealed his mouth to my cock and god it was like fucking a volcano – all molten liquid heat and I was slowly dissolving becoming nothing but blood racing and fire surging through my veins.  I had never known a man who could make sucking cock into an almost act of violence, but as Viggo licked and slurped and dove down on me and grazed his sharp teeth along the head as well as my balls, it was as if he were devouring me, like he was sucking out my soul through my cock.

 

He was fucking my cock with his mouth and I wanted it all—everything.  I wanted and tried to stuff my cock practically down to his stomach, wanted to tickle his tonsils I did.  I wanted to pleasure him and I definitely wanted to punish him. 

 

He would never taste Orlando again.  Only me.

 

Viggo

 

I knew I’d never forget that initial taste of Sean.

 

It was everything I knew he could be and more.  I opened my mouth wider, tried to unhinge my own jaw so that I could have more of him.  I was greedy and hungry and saliva dribbled down the sides of my mouth as I sought to swallow Sean whole, to hell with finesse.

 

Rubbery velvet turgidity slammed urgently and roughly against the back of my throat, teasing my gag reflex, stealing my breath away as I rushed to suck air into my lungs before I went back down again and he came up.  His lightly furred thighs slid sweetly over my forearms as I held his hips in my hands.  Mouth and nose were full of Sean—scent, flavor, texture—and like a wild animal marking its territory, I would always know where he was.

 

Salty, musky pre-come burned my tongue and had I not wanted to be fucked so badly, I would have drained his balls and his brains and kept sucking until the whole of him was as limp as a wet dishrag.

 

I lifted his hips higher so that I could tease his hole, fuck it, plumb its deliciously filthy depths.  Orlando didn’t like me rimming him, though he howled like a bitch in heat whenever I did it, but he wouldn’t kiss me afterwards.  Sean merely arched up and pushed his beautifully sculpted ass into my mouth and I ate it.  I nipped and nibbled on the flesh of his outer ring as he flailed about and gasped dirty street words in that breathy rude-boy rumble of his that made my cock twitch.

 

I felt his fingers in my hair as he pulled me up to his mouth and shoved his tongue inside of mine and I was lost.

 

“Lemme fuck you, Vig…” he demanded as we swapped saliva and his mingled flavors.  “Give me ye’re ass.”

 

I didn’t even hesitate.

 

Sean

 

Viggo’s mouth had damn near killed me and now it was my turn to retaliate.  When he turned over and presented his ass to me, I thought I’d die right there.

 

But I needed to know one thing. 

 

“Orlando…did you let him?”

 

Viggo craned his head over his shoulder and those deep blue eyes burned black.  “Never.”

 

Yeah, I was a possessive bastard.

 

“And he never will,” and I slapped him hard on his ass, not enough to hurt, but to let him know that he was mine.  “This belongs to me now.”

 

Viggo

 

I had never allowed Orlando to top me.  I know that he wanted to, but I just couldn’t let him.

 

Of course I’d put that off as to my being the more aggressive partner, but intrinsically it had to do with Orlando’s seeming fragility.  I could easily imagine him taking his time, not wanting to hurt me while I begged for exactly that.

 

But Sean – oh god – Sean…

 

He was buried big and hard and balls-deep in my ass, having reamed me without a whole lot of foreplay and I knew exactly why I never allowed Orlando to fuck me.

 

Sean had power, but we were equally matched.  I didn’t feel weak being on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air and his hands spreading my buttocks wider so that he could penetrate even deeper.  Each thrust empowered me to take all of him to the fullest.  It freed me to beg and to curse at him and to still be a man.  We were men and we fucked like men – rough and dirty and sweaty and unapologetic and he had my cock in his hands stroking me in time to each plunge of his massive meat into my aching greedy hole.

 

He cursed me back, slapping my ass hard as he fucked it, biting my upper arms as he speared me again and again and again.  In his pillaging of me he was making me anew, burning away the cinders of the old passive me and creating the real man he knew I was.  The man he loved and desired and was reclaiming as his own.

 

“Remember this Vig…this is how ye’re gonna fuck me and how we’re gonna fuck from now on…say ye’re mine…”

 

“…Sean…oh god…yes…”

 

He shoved in deeper still, slapped my ass again until red was no longer a color but a hot rush of feeling and my skin was hyper-sensitized.  I thought I could feel that blossoming mushroom head practically near my heart.  It tortured my prostate, making me see stars every time Sean rubbed back and hard.  Sweat drenched my body as I held on to the sheets for dear life as I pushed myself on him, demanding with my body and my voice for him to fuck me raw and ragged.  Each plunge of that relentlessly jackhammering cock was like another nail in Orlando’s coffin and without the slightest remorse I helped Sean seal his fate.  I felt that almost painful tightening of my groin as I reached for orgasm, but I wanted Sean’s come filling me first.

 

“Say ye’re mine, Vig…” he growled, pistoning harder and faster as I spiraled out of control.

 

“Fuck yes, Sean…I’m yours…”

 

He shouted and thrust so hard I thought I would be ripped apart and then filled me with his come and it was still not enough so I rocked on his still-hard cock, using my muscles to milk him dry until I could no longer be filled and his spunk ran down my thighs and onto the sheets.

 

I felt his cock slide from inside of me, replaced by a finger then the taste of something rich and strange and deliciously filthy was smeared on my lips, followed by another of those punishing kisses of his.

 

“That’s us, Vig.  You an’ me.  You don’t need him anymore.”

 

***

 

I lay on Sean’s chest as the evening breeze cooled our sweat-drenched bodies.  I could barely move, having been fucked several ways ‘til sideways, and I’d never felt better.

 

I wanted to feel remorse for having betrayed Orlando, but I just couldn’t.  Sean had fucked that out of me too – all I felt was satiation and a sense that all was finally right in my world.

 

I figured if I could at least make Orlando hate me, getting over me would be a lot easier.  I didn’t want him to remember me with fondness – perhaps in my way forging him into a stronger man who might choose wisely the next time he fell in love.

 

Still, I couldn’t spare too many thoughts on him because Sean was here with me – where he should have been in the first place.  He was the other part of my being – as strange as that sounds.  He was man enough for me, strong enough for me.  We could bend each other but never break each other.  We could fight one minute and then fuck the next and draw blood and it would be all right.

 

Sean

 

Wot’s to say – I came, I saw and I took back what was mine.

 

That’s it.  End of story.

 

 

~The End~

Comments

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it. Hopefully there will be more from the VigBean muses soon.

[princesslanie.livejournal.com]

WOW so hot.

Lanie

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed this.

[painted-horse.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's HOT! Sorry Orlando, better step back. Between those two you'll get ripped apart ;-)

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

LOL, that's sooo true. He's way out of his league on this one.

[chickenfried-jo.livejournal.com]

NOTE TO SELF: don't read things like this at work...*dies* I think my panties exploded.

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

LOL, I guess I should have warned about reading my stuff at work. It tends to do that to people at the most inopportune times.

[lab-jazz.livejournal.com]

It's wonderful to see that you have written a new story, and my goodness what a story! It's satisfied my craving to read something a little more edgy than what's usually around.
We were men and we fucked like men – rough and dirty and sweaty and unapologetic and he had my cock in his hands stroking me in time to each plunge of his massive meat into my aching greedy hole.

what can I say...great words!

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

Thanks sweetie. You know me from way back. Even when I write somewhat "light" stories, there's always that edge. That's my niche and I'm guess that's where I'm going to remain. Besides, I love Sean as the aggressor.

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

LOL, thanks so very much. I like having that effect on people.

[ladymarshy.livejournal.com]

I too took a risk and read this at work - well, if I get caught by the decency police, at least it was a story I won't forget in a hurry.

On the second reading, at home just now, I realised one interesting point. Sean makes Viggo call Orlando using his cellphone, not Viggo's or the landline, so Orlando's going to realise what's going on fairly sharpish, isn't he?

Obviously I love what you've done with Sean and Viggo here, but it was great to read something with a different and a convincing take on the relationship between Viggo and Orlando. You don't make Orlando into a simpering idiot, which always annoys me - but I did snigger loud enough for the entire office to hear when I read the line Orlando didn’t like me rimming him, though he howled like a bitch in heat whenever I did it, but he wouldn’t kiss me afterwards.

I still felt a bit sad at Viggo's remark I didn’t want him to remember me with fondness ..... but I suppose that's just me not wanting Viggo to come across as vicious.

Thanks for a magnificent fic.

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks so much for the killer feedback. I really should post a warning about my fics not being "work safe", lol.

I've been seriously thinking about a sequel to this from Orlando's POV, and your observation (which I totally missed) would be perfect as an opening. I mean, why would Viggo use someone else's cell phone? Thank you for pointing that out and giving me something to think about.

No, I'm not into making Orlando a wuss, even if I'm not find of the VigOrli pairing. If I do end up writing the second part, he will definitely be a lot stronger than Viggo thinks.

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

I can't help but love Sean on a mission. I think you depicted the raw intensity between them really well. You can almost taste this story, it's that vivid. Very nicely done.

[thevixenne.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I don't get to spend as much time in the VigBean universe as I once did, so it was nice to know that every so often the muses still like to visit. I love the rawness of their passion too, which is why I didn't overly beta it or anything. I just let the muses guide me. Glad you enjoyed it.