Pleasure Victim

Pleasure Victim

Posted: March 2005
Title: Pleasure Victim
Author: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Never happened. This is FICTION.
Warnings: And still more sex between men...You've been warned again.
Author's Notes: For Stefany, Anne and all my fellow slashy writers on When Darkness Beckons, LOTR Adult Fic and Mirrormere who wouldn't let me rest until there was a sequel from Viggo's POV. Blame the shower...

Summary: Viggo up against the wall...

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...my body is your leaf
shivering with each wind
of your tongue...
From Four Hours by Chrystos

A split second of time yields an eternity of thought.

So Viggo thinks as the span between the moment he walks into the living room and the moment he's slammed up against the wall by a hurricane named Sean with glittering jade eyes, a mouth hell-bent on suffocating him, and a body that literally drips sex and sin.

He's up against the wall with hands of flame searing his skin as eyes of pure liquid emeralds hold him spellbound. Sean's going to fuck him and there's absolutely nothing Viggo can do about it.

And even if he could, he wouldn't.

From the moment he walks down the stairs from the studio, he feels the change in the ambient temperature as if he's walked from the cool forests of the Pacific Northwest right into the interior of Mount Saint Helens...

...A split second of eternity watching Sean pace the floor like a caged tiger until those dark eyes narrow, trapping him in their predatory gaze.

The breath barely escapes his lips as he finds himself pinned like a butterfly in some erotic collection.

He doesn't remember where his paint-stained clothes went.

He's naked, vulnerable and completely at the mercy of this familiar stranger with lust in his smoky green eyes who is laying claim to every single inch of his flesh. Sean bites, licks, runs fingernails across Viggo's body, coloring half-moons in his skin as Viggo shudders against the onslaught of sensation...

And Sean's morality-shredding kisses - wet, hot breath that fans out over his face leaving nothing unscorched in its wake. Lips that lay waste to any thoughts of defense...

Five years of such kisses and still he hungers for them; still responds to their urgency, their flavor of exotic spice and aged brandy. Sean's kisses speak volumes when he has no words, nor the will to articulate them. Sean's kisses still dizzy and dazzle and ignite - they are dangerous and impervious to reason, just as the man himself is now...

They are kisses filled with wild boy attitude, the potent experience of the man, and they practically make Viggo forget his own name. Every breath he takes now is fully dependent upon Sean's sufferance for him to do so.

Rough hands possess him, mold him, and knead his buttocks as Sean presses their painfully swollen cocks together. He gives Viggo his fingers to suck and Viggo throats them greedily.

Over the frenetic pounding of his heart he hears Sean whisper "gonna fuck you Vig," over and over, a dirty little mantra. The seductive, forbidden, whisky-saturated lilt fucks him aurally as those lean wicked fingers, slick with saliva begin to fuck him in his eager hole.

Sean opens Viggo up wider, three fingers penetrating him and Viggo tries to scramble for purchase, wrapping his legs around Sean's waist. Those fingers tempt and tease that explosive place inside, torture him with a sinful promise of release...

And now Viggo screams "fuck me" in Danish, in Spanish, growls the words in English and for a split second thinks it's a damn good thing there are no neighbors close by because Sean has him howling like a banshee...

Because the fingers are now replaced by the velvet steel length of Sean's cock literally pounding him into the drywall...

Because it's an out-of-body experience while still very much in his body. Sean is fucking him so hard he feels as if he's floating...

Because he savors every thrust as it blends seamlessly into the one before it, much like the whip kisses he gives to Sean in the playroom and each time Sean pulls out he feels incomplete, empty...

Because he loves being a pleasure victim for Sean, loves it when his lover practically forces his submission...like he forces Sean's in the playroom...

Because the sweaty friction of their bodies rubs against his swollen cock and he's coming undone, unraveling, out of his mind, out of control, a plaything in the expert hands of the bronze demigod who rides him hard and gives no quarter.

Sean's eyes meet Viggo's - swirling seas of banded malachite that Viggo can only drown in...

He's consumed by the intensity of Sean's lust and his own answering need that craves what Sean's violence is doing to him -

...As they come together, screaming to the heavens, their bodies arching, fusing together like molten steel, going supernova, with Sean filling him and Viggo splashing hot seed between them.

And in that moment there is absolute silence and unspeakable joy.

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THE END

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