Ornaments

Ornaments

Posted: November 4, 2005
Title: Ornaments
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPS
Characters: David/Sean/Viggo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Timeline: Present
Warnings: Piercing, a little bloodplay
Summary: Sean gets his rings.

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"Viggo...Do you really think we need to tie him up?"

"I'm not sure... you think he can handle it?"

"Pretty sure... as long as you know what you're doing..."

"Promise... I won't move." The blond man looked at the two men bodily pinning him down on his back. The auburn-blond man wielding a menacing-looking clamp near his left nipple lifted a dubious eyebrow. "Just get on with it, before I lose me nerve."

Viggo cackled, "Can't wait to hear you scream, lover." He donned a pair of thin latex gloves, motioning for the tall redheaded man next to him to do the same. All of them were as naked as the day they were born, centered on Sean's bed in a pile of intertwined arms and legs. Viggo picked up the silver clamp again and with no further warning, got Sean's erect rose-pink nipple pinched into its bite. The blond squirmed uncomfortably, but Dave leaned more heavily on his supine body and he settled.

"Needle," said Viggo, holding out his hand over the center of Sean's near-hairless chest. Plucking one up from its current resting place near Sean's shoulder, David dropped it carefully in the Dane's palm. As ever, he thought those hands were just a little too blunt and strong, the wrists a little too thick, to belong to an artist or poet. The actor side, the man, always got the job done, though, whatever it took; the capable hands told that story.

Sharp, glittery green eyes watched the shiny, medium-bored needle pass from hand to hand in front of him. In a second, the instrument would remove the guts of his nipple so a titanium ring of common ownership could be placed. Though the 'third' party in their arrangement, David had gotten his first, weeks ago. Nearly healed now, his small buds displayed the tiny golden rings of his own choosing. Sean had been on hand to hold him down while Viggo did the necessary.

Against his hip, Sean could feel the other man's erection being ground down hard like he was burrowing. It had been the same at David's piercing. The Brit had watched, amazed that Viggo could concentrate on what he was doing in that state, and half-jealous he hadn't volunteered to go first. But now here he was, nervous as a virgin, set up and ready to be pierced, having second thoughts. Not that anyone casting him was liable to need him to, but what if he had to take his clothes off for a film again? It had been nearly half a decade now—damn, he must be getting old—but one just never knew. His poor little nubs would never be the same!

But before he could open his mouth about it, a very sharp pricking and pushing-cutting sensation jolted through him. His body convulsed once, even with the needle still in his flesh. This time, the Aussie rolled almost all the way on top of him, what of him wasn't covered by Viggo, and there was a second aroused cock pressed against him. He huffed, and looked from one pair of blue eyes to the other, into stubbled faces with laugh lines and scars, four-plus decades worth of life just as his was, too.

It was silly, maybe, how they were piercing themselves like young kids; he knew they were too damn old for such shite. Except, they had evolved into a thing onto themselves that he doubted he'd ever been capable of understanding in his younger years.

"Hold still," Viggo said sternly, unnecessarily; the needle was removed, the metal ring pushed through the fresh wound while a thin line of blood ran down the curve of his ribs and another into the middle of his chest. Impossibly blue eyes widening, David leaned down and licked up the thick, coppery essence, and then after a moment of stunned refection, Viggo joined him. Groaning, Sean was aware of his own member twitching, trying to fill, even though he knew this little ceremony was only half over. David had bled, too, not quite as much, but he and Viggo hadn't done THAT. It was fucking turning him on. So was his limited view of his two lovers kissing each other with his red blood on their lips. He knew it was deviant, decadent, that he shouldn't be aroused by it but... He sniffed, because the pain, no more than a nuisance though it was, had made his eyes and nose run a little, and the other men jumped almost guiltily apart. They all exchanged glances, grinning ruefully.

"You two poncy gits think we can get this over with sometime tonight?" Sean smirked at them. And David shifted a bit, his crisp chest hair scratching against blond's right nipple as he did to make it stand up. The same sequence was repeated—clamp-needle-ring—though without the interesting blood-kisses. That side had hurt more, maybe from dreading it, and he jumped even harder, but bled less.

After they'd cleaned him up and applied antibiotic salve, Sean demanded, "Lemme see," so, carefully, the other two men assisted the newly-pierced blond off the bed and over to the full-length mirror on his closet door.

He was pleased at Viggo's handiwork. The rings were in straight, at an even depth. The little silver ball at the bottom of each hoop seemed almost a reflection of his own natural beads. He looked then at David's ornaments, gleaming softly within the fur of red hair, and then at the dark pelt on Viggo's as-yet unadorned chest. He wondered then what kind of jewelry the Dane would choose—gold or silver; rings, barbells, or something more exotic...

And it suddenly hit him that whatever it was... it would be him that would be doing the placing, after he drove the hollow needle through his lover's nipples. His own still hurt like a bitch, but damned if they were wanting to get aroused, anyway. Looking down, he noticed how his cock was now right in the running with the other two for heft, firmness, and purplishness. Soon, he knew, familiar with his own body's workings, he would surpass both of them with leaking precum. Yes, it would be down to him, he thought hungrily, eyeing the tiny, forever-hard little peaks. It was rare to catch Viggo's nipples at rest.

He and Vig, they were the core of this thing. David had been annexed, most willingly indeed, so he was equal, but not quite as long-entrenched; he knew this but was too easy-going to mind. That was one thing they loved about him, and it made him irreplaceable. But it was something much easier to know and feel rather than to explain and rationalize, and Sean soon quit thinking anyway as his mouth was possessed by those incredibly soft lips. The slightest tang of his blood remained, until their feverish kissing washed it away. Just as soft, but very unabashedly exploring every cranny of his inner cavern, the Aussie's tongue never failed to send shocks of serpentine lust all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes and ... Below, his erection was swallowed by most skilled cocksucking mouth on the planet, in his humble opinion, of course. The man it belonged to kneed his feet wide apart just because he knew what that did to Sean. Heat, suction, wet, curling tongue, those now ungloved hands that left no stone unturned, and Viggo's little grunts as he strove to make it good, so good... how had he ever deserved...?

Not that it mattered. His opinion and a more than generous load of cream along with a few million brains cells he hoped he could spare, was soon gushing from him. There he stood, shaky and assisted by David, watching what little glimpses he could get of his body being pleasurably mauled by his lovers. It was always best like this, when they were all together. While he got along fabulously with David and they played endlessly at their brothers kink, it always seemed... incomplete when Viggo was missing. He and Viggo had been together almost since the day they met, and it wasn't as if they weren't still in love; David just added... something.

Sean finished his climax and his reflections. His breath came in sharp pants, making the metal rings move within his stinging flesh. Somehow it hurt and tantalized him at the same time. Strange as it was, he almost always had some little moment of clarity when he came. Viggo was efficiently cleaning him with his tongue, the Aussie daring to touch his new trinkets very lightly without moving them. The two pairs of blue eyes both beaded on him unexpectedly, expectantly.

"I love them," Sean said simply.

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THE END

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