Take My Breath Away

Take My Breath Away

Posted: February 24, 2006
Title: Take My Breath Away
Author: Klatschmohn and Ashlyn K. Toliver
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true.
Warnings: breathplay

Summary: Viggo trusts Sean with his life.

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"Do you trust me as much as I trust you?"

Sean's mouth brushed against Viggo's ear, his lips tickling the sensitive skin.

That voice poured down his auditory canal, which proved to be an erogenous zone. Viggo often thought that Sean's voice would be perfect to broadcast the evening news, though instead of tuning in to learn anything, people might be more inclined to masturbate instead of listening.

A word like "trust" - or "thrust" - spoken by Sean, sent little trembling waves down his spine, even after all these years. The dark rude sound of the "u"; the sharp hiss of the "s", like an aural snake coiled around him; the hard cut of the "t", pronounced with resolute finality.

Viggo shivered. "Yes." The whisper almost swallowed by quiet splashes of the water. Viggo's hands clenched at the wall of the tiled whirlpool in the middle of the room.

He glanced up at the mirror hanging on the wall opposite from him. Sean's head moved behind him while he nagged at his neck, tenderly biting and sucking, licking and kissing a wet path down his shoulders, blonde strands swaying over his eyes.

Viggo caught a glimpse of his own eyes...frightened and aroused.

Sean's sure, demanding hands caressed his shoulders, slid down alongside the curves of his muscular arms, down to the wrists that were bound tightly behind his back, shortly closing around them, pressing, then tugging hard to catch Viggo's attention.

"Viggo...love," Sean murmured huskily. "I can't do this to you when you're so afraid. You're shaking like a leaf..."

Viggo tried to deny it, shaking his head. "It's just...since that day my canoe tipped over during filming...that fear of being trapped under water...it hasn't really left me."

"I know." Sean soothed him. "We don't have to do this. We can try something else. There must be at least fifty kinky ways to treat a lover, and we haven't even made it to five yet."

"I want it..." Viggo groaned, confessing with his body as well as with his voice. He lowered his head, unable to bear seeing his reflection in the mist-shrouded mirror any longer. "I want it because it terrifies me, and if I trust you with this, you'll know I trust you in everything. That I trust you with my life..."

"You don't have to prove anything to me Vig."

Sometimes Sean thought he loved Viggo most when he was weak, only searching for comfort, wanting to curl up with Sean. But he knew their mutual respect and deeply fierce love had to do with the fact that they could take each other to places they wouldn't dare or want to go to with anyone else.

A childhood memory flickered through his mind; the various (and sometimes foolhardy) tests of courage he and his peers performed to impress each other, often involving pain, and always involving fear.

"I want to give myself over to you," Viggo whispered urgently. "I want to feel that you're in control of me...completely...that you control my reflexes...that you decide when I'm allowed to breathe..."

Sean moaned and pressed his cock against Viggo's cleft, swelling even harder.

"...I want you to feel how much power you have...that my life is in your hands...and you can do to me whatever you want..."

Sean breathed in soft little sighs as his cock itched and flinched, nudging gently against Viggo's ass, wanting in.

"...Because you can, Sean...you're the only person who can hurt me. And if you did, you'd destroy me, even if I didn't die. I want you to know that...to feel that..."

Sean hissed, hot and low as his cock finally breached Viggo's tight hole. He held on to his upper arms and fucked him as Viggo's hips bounced rhythmically against the edge of the pool wall.

A deeply indrawn gasp. "...And I know how much the thought of it arouses you..."

It was true. When Sean fucked him, lying between Viggo's wide-spread legs, he playfully encircled the dark-haired man's neck with his hands, his blunt and square thumbs stroking oh-so tenderly over Viggo's throat. The hold never became a strangling grip, but his eyes glittered dangerously, the both of them knowing how little effort it would take to cut off the precious supply of oxygen.

And when Viggo's head flung back as his body arched high to meet Sean's relentless thrusts, exposing his vulnerable throat, Sean sometimes couldn't resist biting him -hard - sinking his sharp canines into the tender flesh, right where the little vein was vividly pulsing under the skin.

When he fucked Viggo from behind, he would lay one hand on the small of his back, the other hand grasped around Viggo's neck, holding his lover down.

And now, strong, sure fingers once again slowly crept around his neck, finding the most sensitive points with alarming reliability.

"Breathe," Sean ordered softly. The word rolled quietly, gently murmured, but Sean's grip on his neck was like iron, and he forced Viggo down with one decisive push, mercilessly shoving his head under the warm water.

He could feel Viggo trying to hold still, to force his body into pliant obedience. He didn't move actively, but his frightened body jerked with impulsive revolt.

Sean held him down and fucked him, fucked the helpless flinching flesh, tortured with involuntary jolts and surges. He sensed the fear running through Viggo's body, tightening every fibre and sinew, whirring through his nerves.

He knew the signals when the last atom of oxygen had been drained out of Viggo's lungs, when Viggo desperately needed to breathe and his instincts would force him to gasp for air...knew it by the way Viggo's body tensed and slackened in a stuttering rhythm, each contraction sending a jolt of pleasure through Sean's cock.

In the last second he pulled him up, entwining his fingers in Viggo's hair.

Viggo shot up, coughing, spitting water, strands of wet hair flying like a fan, throwing drops everywhere as his lungs quickly sucked in that most delicious of gases.

He caught a look at himself in the mirror, water dripping from his hair and face, his mouth open, gasping for air...and Sean's aquiline features behind him, cruel with dark lust.

Sean only allowed him moments, never stopping the fucking. He had reached the state where he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop until he had thrust deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and rougher into the wet naked body beneath him... helpless, wiggling and squirming beneath him... "Down," he growled once more, "Down, Viggo..."

...And Sean put him under again.

Viggo's body tightened, out of control, thrashing about with mindless fear...and something else - Something else that began to dawn upon his nearly fading consciousness.

He felt the fear draining from him, a warm susurration of trust blowing through his mind. It was exhilarating, heady, and within moments breathing no longer seemed so important. Sean was literally fucking the fear right out of Viggo, each passionate thrust reconnecting him with memories of floating in amniotic fluid, when there was no fear of the water, when all there was to the senses was warmth and love.

Sean would not let him die. Sean would not, could never, harm him.

Viggo lost himself in this new sensation, as the warm water became as the blood that raced through his veins, let himself go, opened himself wider both physically and mentally, having no thoughts of being afraid. His cock pulsed, filling with racing blood from his excitement. God he wanted to come, but he'd wait. This would be his gift to his lover for taking him past his fears and limitations.

Sean's only thoughts were as Viggo surrendered all control to him - hold him down...hold him down...

...Just...

...Now...

...One...more...thrust and...

...Ah! Ah!...Oh god...as he brought Viggo up again, the water sluicing down his body like wild untamed rapids.

Sean came hard in Viggo's ass, tearing him up while he spilled the last hot jets of come, as both shared a groan wrested from deep within their souls.

When Viggo finally turned to place a deep and reverential kiss upon Sean's lips, it was difficult to tell the difference between the water and Viggo's tears of gratitude.

*****

THE END

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