Up Against The Wall

Up Against The Wall

Posted: February 2005
Title: Up Against the Wall
Author: Ashlyn K. Toliver
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened (too bad), except in my imagination.
Beta: Myself and listening to Nightwish
Author's Notes: This one's for Anne, Alexa Bond, Foofy and Stefany...just because.

Summary: Sean wants Viggo now...no questions asked.

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Sean doesn't know where the feeling comes from but he does know one thing for certain...

He wants Viggo and he wants him *now*.

He never knows what will set the smoldering embers within him ablaze - whether it's a stray thought or random image. He never knows when it will happen, and he doesn't truly understand it.

All he does know is that Viggo is upstairs in his studio and that he wants him *now* - this moment, up against the wall, hard and fast.

Sean paces the floor of the living room like a caged tiger, half-naked. He has literally ripped the shirt from his body and thrown it aside somewhere, a cast-off puddle of soft cotton. His jeans are too tight, constricting the length and breadth of his need.

Everything either tingles or throbs or burns and he's drowning in the sensations of primal lust.

And it is lust, not love, which courses through his veins like molten steel. The lust is a seductive whisper full of dark, lascivious promises, filling his mind with wicked images of everything he wants to do to Viggo and everything that he *will* do.

More often than not, the two of them make long slow love, taking time to reacquaint themselves with each other's bodies and needs. They whisper tender endearments and savor the bliss of joining. Even after five years, though the landscape of their passion remains unchanged, there always seems to be something new to discover.

But not now...Sean is in no mood for such pleasantries. It's time for down and dirty, raunchy, raw and untamed sex and he's practically shaking from the sheer force of his desire.

He will wait, but the waiting will not dull the edge of his hunger. If anything, the waiting hones it to a razor-sharp point.

He will take his lover by surprise, slam the dark-haired man up against the wall and fuck him until neither has the strength to stand or move. He will make Viggo come and come and come until he's totally drained and spent. He will drive himself so deep inside of Viggo's body until they share one breath and one heartbeat. He will batter and bruise him until there's nothing else for his lover to do except surrender.

Sean wants to sink his teeth deep into Viggo's skin, wants to taste salt and blood, wants to mark him as an animal marks its mate. He wants to see Viggo's cool blue eyes go darker than sapphires; wants to stare into those eyes and be lost and never find his way back again...wants to hear Viggo beg and plead for everything Sean will give.

He wants to feel Viggo's legs wrapped around his waist, desperately clinging to him the way a drowning man clutches a raft. He wants to watch Viggo's throat constrict as he struggles to breathe as Sean takes him brutally and without mercy. He wants to stain that lovely mouth crimson with the power of drugging and demanding kisses, to intertwine his fingers in the thick softness of Viggo's hair, forcing him closer to the fire...

He wants to feel Viggo's hot, tight ass opening and welcoming him -

He wants to hear Viggo curse and cry out in Danish and Spanish until the only language that needs to be understood is that of their bodies rising and falling together -

He wants them to be baptized in sweat, semen and saliva...

He just wants Viggo *now*.

And when Viggo comes down from the studio, seemingly wearing more paint than the canvas he's working on, the only thing he sees is jade fire before he's up against the wall as Sean's lust utterly consumes him.

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THE END

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