Passion Dance

Passion Dance

Posted: February 2005
Title: Passion Dance
Author: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to watch (or be the meat in a Viggo/Sean sandwich), this story is nothing more than my erotic imagination taking flight.
Warnings: If you've got issues with m/m pairings or with anything that has to do with BDSM, then why are you even reading this?
Beta: Four first drafts and a patient boyfriend.

Summary: Sean's homecoming...and don't anyone tell me that Love Deluxe by Sade isn't perfect love-making music.

*****

Didn't I tell you
What I believe
Did somebody say that
A love like that won't last
Didn't I give you
All that I've got to give baby...

I keep crying
I keep trying for you
There's nothing like you and I baby...
This is no ordinary love
No ordinary love
This is no ordinary love
No ordinary love...
Sade , No Ordinary Love

Normally traffic in Los Angeles was enough to cause Sean to let forth a stream of rather loud and imaginative Sheffield curses. The 405 north was its usual slow crawl from LAX and it never failed to amaze him how this one stretch of freeway could always be so crowded, even at 3 in the morning. The 110 transition west towards Santa Monica was no better due to road construction.

It had been exactly one month, three days, five hours, seven minutes and thirty-seven seconds since he'd last seen the face or touched the body of the man whom for the past five years had come to mean more to him than nearly anything else in the world. He sorely missed his mercurial and slightly mad Dane, and Sean's only thoughts were of getting out of his clothes and flat on his back with Viggo on top of him as soon as possible.

Sean drove with the top down on his newest 'little' treat to himself - a vintage Mustang convertible, almost the exact shade of his lover's shimmering blue eyes.

The 110 morphed into Pacific Coast Highway, and the light breeze from the ocean ruffled his hair, grown longer to almost brush against his shoulders.

Memories of sweet stolen moments on secluded beaches raced through Sean's mind as he raced down PCH, seemingly the only vehicle on the road.

Five years they'd been lovers. He was pretty amazed by that, considering his past track record with anything even remotely resembling a committed relationship. Viggo loved him deeply, that was beyond question. He loved Sean enough not to chain him down.

Except in the privacy of the playroom, but that was an entirely different matter.

A secret smile crept onto Sean's lips, thinking of his lover's dominant streak. Oh yes, Viggo liked to play rough, and sometimes such play had taken Sean far out of his comfort zone; but from somewhere deep inside Sean had come to revel in the sense of freedom that such play engendered.

And his lover was a most patient, if exacting, teacher.

There was something quite liberating about being Viggo's 'boy' in the context of their BDSM relationship. Sean no longer thought in terms of right and wrong when it came to pleasure. He could give it or accept it, all without guilt or shame. It no longer mattered that he found such pleasure in the arms of another man.

And everything balanced itself out in their bedroom, where Sean ran the show...

Excitement built within him as he turned onto Topanga Canyon. A few miles more and he'd be home - back in Viggo's arms.

Sean grinned evilly, thinking of a sleeping Dane being awoken by the feel of a very hot, wet and eager blow job from the skillful lips of his 'boy'.

*****
A bare-chested and barefoot Viggo stood up and stretched limbs cramped from hours of sitting as his poetry muse had her way with him. This nights' marathon writing session had given birth to four entire poems, and even the framework for a novel.

The poems were as good as they'd ever been, though like most writers, he was ever critical of his own work and seldom comfortable with praise. The poems dealt with his favorite subjects - life, horses, beauty, and of course, love. One poem in particular was written as a stray image of a naked Sean bathed in light of the early morning sun entered his consciousness. It would be for his passionate Englishman's eyes alone, though not one word could be construed as overtly sexual. Still it was filled with personal thoughts and emotions too raw to share with the outside world.

Still buzzing from the heady rush of creative endorphins, Viggo reached for the remote that controlled the CD player which adorned the wall like some chrome and blue audio masterpiece.
Sultry music filled the room; Viggo closed his eyes, imagining his lover in front of him. He let his body drift, swaying seductively, his skin tingling from whisper-soft kisses from Sean's phantom lips. With a soft sigh, he let the lush erotic rhythms carry him away.

...And the sight that greeted Sean as he stepped into the living room held him completely spellbound.

Viggo had always been graceful. During his fight scenes in 'Rings, watching him had been like watching a leather-clad Nijinsky armed with sword and shield. As with his art, Viggo injected passion and unrestrained joy into his movements.

Sean was transfixed as his lover's beautiful body writhed sensuously against the erotic blandishments of the steamy song; the lean hips gyrating in a way that made Sean burn hot.

Viggo's hands slowly moved upwards, caressing the sides of his bare chest, head back, savoring his own touch. Then down again, skimming over his hips. His lips were parted as if waiting for a kiss.

The eyes opened slowly as if raising a curtain on a peaceful dream. Sensing Sean in the doorway, Viggo fixed his lover with a look of such searing carnality that it could have easily set the house on fire.

That look set Sean ablaze with the overwhelming need to be completely filled, to be taken over the edge. It had been far too long since he'd felt Viggo inside him and his body was insistent in its demand for release.

But Viggo continued to dance, the frayed low-rise jeans pure poetry in motion on the man's slender hips and muscular thighs. Those hips were a hypnotic temptation, swaying lasciviously, all the while his eyes burned blue-black heat, singeing Sean with the power of that stare.

"Dance with me," Viggo whispered huskily, his tone full of potent command.

It was a request that Sean couldn't deny, not with Viggo's voice sliding against his body like liquid silk.

Bridging the distance between them, Sean's arm encircled Viggo's narrow waist, pulling the other man close. Bare skin, hot to the touch, grazed against the softness of the cashmere turtleneck he wore. He inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of his lover's body - a heady mixture of spice, sandalwood, vanilla and man.

Their bodies moved in erotic cadence, their lips making sweet re-acquaintance. No homecoming could have ever been as sweet, Sean mused, gasping as Viggo's hips did a sinful little bump n' grind against his own.

And the kisses -

No man had the right to literally kiss one's soul into paradise, but even after five years and millions of such kisses later, Viggo's mouth never failed to cause Sean's legs to go weak.

They often began like this, tender and light as a summer breeze, filled with gentle sweeps of Viggo's tongue as he tasted the honey of Sean's mouth.

Then like a sudden storm those playful kisses turned into the kind of soldering heat that fused metals - breathless kisses that drowned Sean in their intensity. Those kisses gave no quarter, full of raw and brutal hungers, and always left Sean begging for more.

Viggo's finger's entwined in his hair, toying with the silken strands. "You let it grow." He buried his lips along the sensitive nape of Sean's neck, grazing the tender skin with his teeth.

"It's just long enough for me to do this..." Sean reeled as his head was forced back, baring his throat. Viggo sank his teeth deep into his flesh, sucking greedily as if feasting on Sean's blood.

Instantly transported from slow and smoky ecstasy to wild, wanton abandon, Viggo marked his lover over and over; reminding him, possessing him. Their relationship may have been open, but in the end they owned each other - heart, mind, body and soul.

And still they danced, their bodies undulating in slow waves. Sean shuddered in Viggo's arms as his tongue caressed the tender bruise he created.

Sean's cock throbbed insistently, growing tighter against the seam of his jeans. Viggo's own arousal pressed up against him made him cry out, desperate to be taken.

The dark-haired man's answer was to pull his hungry lover closer still, until not even a breath could come between them. His fingers were butterfly soft, tracing patterns up and down Sean's back.

"I love the way our bodies move together like this. Dancing is a lot like making love, you know?" The husky rasp vibrated against the other man's skin like aural aftershocks.

Sean groaned. Oh yes, he knew.

"Should I tell you what I was thinking about while you watched me?" Viggo's hands slipped underneath the turtleneck, savoring the answering heat of Sean's sculpted chest.

A finger found a rosy nipple, began a sensuous circumference around it. Sean arched, lips parted, wanting to beg, wanting to breathe.
And still Viggo tortured him with that wicked velvet rasp. "I was thinking about how beautiful you are when you're naked beneath me. When I'm inside of you, moving slowly in and out... When you beg me to fuck you harder and faster."

Sean could not escape the images his lover's words evoked. He could only pray silently that he would show mercy upon his aching body. The only music he heard now was that of his own frenzied heart, racing out of control.

"Viggo...please..."

"Please what, Sean?" He raised the shirt high enough to expose both nipples. Bending down he took the one he'd been playing with between his lips. "Should I tell you more of what I was thinking?"

Sean was reduced to a mewling, craving plaything eager for even the smallest touch now. Viggo laved one swollen nipple as his fingers circled the other.

"I thought of you on your hands and knees after being spanked...About how the slightest touch has you begging for me to fuck you." Teeth joined in the exquisite torture, alternating currents of pain and pleasure.

"I love the taste of your tears after I've disciplined you...And I love opening you up with my tongue, making you wet and ready."

Taking Sean's hand in his, Viggo guided them slowly downwards, past the planes of his stomach where he could feel the gentle flutters of the muscles beneath, until their conjoined fingers rested against the hard indentation of Viggo's arousal.

"Want me," Viggo murmured hotly against Sean's trembling mouth. Sean couldn't answer, having been reduced to breathy moans and lusty gasps.

Sean whimpered, wanting it badly. Wanting him.

Lips trailed fire down his lover's broad chest, and Sean's breath caught. It was a struggle to take air into his lungs when the only air that mattered came from Viggo's lips. "How badly do you want it?"

A strangled cry and Sean brought the Dane's lips back to his own, kissing him with need and hungry desperation, using his mouth to speak the language of lust and longing.

Dropping to his knees, shaking fingers undid the fly of Viggo's jeans. A rich, throaty laugh, deep as the night was his lover's response.

"You still didn't answer my question." Viggo tipped Sean's head upwards, their passion-heavy eyes bridging across light years. "Show daddy what you'll do for it."

Sean did not tease, not with his body aflame and Viggo's molten sin voice pushing all the right buttons. He took the hot, hard silken length all the way to the back of his throat. Grasping Viggo's hips, he pulled him deeper into his mouth and still it was not enough. He wanted - needed Viggo to use him - anything to stop the burning ache within.

Sensing that need, Viggo began pistoning in and out, grasping him by the hair and plunging deep. Sean's moans sent powerful reverberations throughout his body as Sean continued to swallow him.

Viggo pulled back, leaving Sean pleading, the lambent green eyes drugged and dazed.

Before he could draw another breath, Viggo sank back into that hot, eager mouth, battering him ruthlessly, grinding himself down Sean's throat, reveling in the sensation of the other man opening wider to take even more of him.

From the tip of his cock to the base of his spine and radiating outward, Viggo's slow-building climax unfurled like a hothouse flower. Once again he pulled back from the brink, determined to enjoy Sean's surrender to the last, determined to wrest pure pleasure from him as well.

Determined to fuck Sean's perfect face until the other man saw stars.

Dancing on the razor's edge of desire, Sean silently begged with his eyes until Viggo fed him again. He swallowed deeply, savoring the salty taste of pre-come. Viggo pumped his hips faster, filling Sean's ravenous mouth, burying his cock as far down his throat as was possible.

Oxygen was a secondary consideration as Sean worshipped the dark-haired man's mastery.

How he had missed this, dreamed of this while away from Viggo's arms.

Once more Viggo pulled himself away from the sweet surrender. He tipped the blonde man's face up, gently cupping his chin, an utterly licentious smile on his lips.

"Viggo...please, love..."

"Please what?" He lifted Sean to his feet, something he was grateful for since he did not trust his legs to support him. "What do you want?"

Sean shivered as Viggo's voice caressed him. He was consumed, desire driving him past all reason.

"...I need you in me..."

A ghost of a kiss passed over his lips. "You want daddy to fuck you?"

Sean was nearly sobbing with hunger now, completely unashamed of his need. "Yes oh god...yes!"
Blue flames scalded him as Viggo's lips traced faint patterns over his face.

"Will you let daddy fuck you any way he wants to, for as long as he wants to?"

Sean could only nod, his voice at the mercy of the fever that raged unchecked. Trembling hands hastily removed shoes, sweater, jeans and briefs, tossing everything carelessly aside. Naked he stepped back into his lover's embrace, pressing his hot, craving body against Viggo's, moaning deeply as he kissed him, whispering "fuck me, daddy" into his mouth.

"Get on your hands and knees and show daddy how ready you are," he commanded. It took Sean mere seconds to obey. A pillow cradled his head, and his hands were on his up-thrust buttocks, spreading himself wide open.

He heard his lover's appreciative breath, heard him strip away his jeans and felt the searing heat when his naked body molded itself against Sean's back. He felt the head of Viggo's cock lightly against his quivering entrance.

A finger teased, barely pressing inside, circling deliberately, keeping Sean on a tether of pure lust. Sean felt the cool slickness of lubricant in contrast to his fevered body.

"Beg for it," Viggo demanded harshly.

There was no shame in him as he did so. "Fuck me, daddy...fuck me...don't make me wait..."

Viggo slammed into him, grasping his hips tightly. Sean had never known anything more sublime as each thrust sent him soaring.

Viggo's lips brushed against his ear, his breath ragged, his voice dark, deep and dangerous.

"Don't think for one moment this is going to end quickly," he growled, pounding away hard, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the now silent room. "After all, it's been one month..." And he pulled out of Sean, the tip of his cock poised near the opening.

"...Three days..." He thrust inside of Sean's tight heat again.

"...Five hours..." Out.

"...Seven minutes..." In again as Sean crooned, almost swooning from the insensate pleasure.

"...And thirty-seven seconds since we were together and I have thought of nothing else but how good driving my cock into your sweet, tight ass would feel. Now show daddy you can take it hard and fast and deep."

Sean parted his legs wider, silently urging Viggo to ravish him.

Viggo fucked him relentlessly, grabbing handfuls of Sean's hair as leverage. Sean screamed, moaned and cursed as Viggo sank his teeth into his lover's shoulder, spurring him past all sanity.

Then he stopped, holding his craving lover suspended on the edge of the abyss.

Sean tried in vain to impale himself backwards, but Viggo's hands on his waist held him still.

"I warned you this wouldn't end quickly," he said, fingers grasping Sean's painfully swollen cock, tormenting him with languid strokes. "I plan to fuck you until you can't see straight."

Driving that promise home over and over, Viggo found the explosive center inside of Sean and was slamming himself hard against it, pulling back each time he sensed Sean's release drawing near.

Reveling in the raw, passionate violence of their lovemaking, Viggo continued to prolong Sean's torture, hands working Sean's cock in time to his thrusts. Sean continued to beg for release. Viggo continued to deny him.

"Want to come now," Viggo taunted. "Should daddy let you?"

"...Please..." and that word had become the extent to Sean's vocabulary.

"Then come for me," and Sean obeyed, clamping down hard on Viggo's cock as he spilled his come over Viggo's hand. He cried his lover's name as the massive climax took him and tossed him about as if weightless.

Moments later, Viggo's body shook with the force of his release, filling his lover utterly and completely until drained and spent.

They stayed fused together, reluctant to break the connection. Tender kisses from Viggo replaced the savage love bites of moments past.

Sean took Viggo's come-drenched fingers into his mouth, sucking and cleaning them, savoring the bittersweet tang, as Viggo bent to kiss him, tongues entwining, sharing their commingled essences.

*****
Silence once more reigned supreme; the sweat from their frenzied coupling cooled their bodies. Sean curled around Viggo, resting his tousled head on his shoulder.

Viggo caressed his lover's face, the blue eyes full of softness.

"Welcome home, elske. I missed you too."

*****

THE END

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