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rugbytackleTitle: Untitled as yet. (Title suggestions are ever welcome)
Pairing: VM/SB
Classification: RPS
Rating: R-ish/NC-17-ish
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't plan on knowing them. Don't know their sexual orientation. Don't know if this really happened. Probably NOT. It's fiction. FICTION. Also known as LIES. Yes. I'm a liar.
Author's notes: Huge thank yous to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
janeausten and lynneybean for the beta. Also, thanks to milochka for pointing me to this community.
If you guys could read and give me constructive criticism, that would be muchly appreciated.
The heaving breaths were a rhythmic counterpoint to the harsh slapping of flesh against flesh that echoed in the small room. All around them, leering orc faces sneered in a macabre display of glee. Viggo ignored his rubber audience, intent only upon Sean, who was bent over an old work table, his ass angled perfectly for pleasure and for pain.
Thrusting in and out, in and out, the universe ceased to exist for a single moment when everything melded into a singular harmony that hovered, poised in a delicate, unearthly counterpoint to the coarse, harsh reality of the work room.
Pairing: VM/SB
Classification: RPS
Rating: R-ish/NC-17-ish
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't plan on knowing them. Don't know their sexual orientation. Don't know if this really happened. Probably NOT. It's fiction. FICTION. Also known as LIES. Yes. I'm a liar.
Author's notes: Huge thank yous to
janeausten and lynneybean for the beta. Also, thanks to milochka for pointing me to this community.If you guys could read and give me constructive criticism, that would be muchly appreciated.
The heaving breaths were a rhythmic counterpoint to the harsh slapping of flesh against flesh that echoed in the small room. All around them, leering orc faces sneered in a macabre display of glee. Viggo ignored his rubber audience, intent only upon Sean, who was bent over an old work table, his ass angled perfectly for pleasure and for pain.
Thrusting in and out, in and out, the universe ceased to exist for a single moment when everything melded into a singular harmony that hovered, poised in a delicate, unearthly counterpoint to the coarse, harsh reality of the work room.
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Date: 2003-06-09 02:32 pm (UTC)It's lovely. And hot. And WETA! Sorry, but it really seems I'm reduced to incoherence... it's a brilliant drabble!
Do you have more of this, by any chance? :)
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Date: 2003-06-09 08:34 pm (UTC)I'm in the middle of a few pieces at the moment, not all Vig/Bean, though.
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Date: 2003-06-09 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-09 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-09 04:20 pm (UTC)Very pleased that you joined us... we're always glad to lure others into the lair of VigBean love. :-)
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Date: 2003-06-09 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-10 09:57 am (UTC)And they are very good at it. Loved Viggo ignoring the rubber audience. That was good for a grin. Thanks!
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Date: 2003-06-09 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-09 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-09 08:08 pm (UTC)Great job!
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Date: 2003-06-09 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-11 03:21 am (UTC)*giggles*
Lovely descriptions and welcome to the VigBean homeworld ;)
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Date: 2003-06-23 12:19 pm (UTC)this is absolutely wonderful. and you've managed to make people (including me) *bibble* having conveyed a scene of extreme hotness in exactly 100 words.
congratulations. well done. and welcome to