Posted: June 2004
Title: To Love One Another
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPS
Characters: Viggo Mortensen / Sean Bean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened. No malicious intent is meant toward those who contributed to this story in any way, via character, beta, or ‘borrowed' script.
Warnings: Slash, Romance, a few Spanish expressions.
Beta: Carmela, for Spanish
Summary: Viggo and Sean express their love in manly ways. Then they say the words. Finally.
Author's Note: Sequel to "Turn and Turn About." Follows it directly. Two of the sentences in this story were stolen from other movies. Yes, I admit it. A whipping with a wet noodle or a free beta to the first person can spot my rip-off's.

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" Goddamnit!" Viggo cursed when he next drew breath. "¡ Hostia!" He fumbled futilely with Sean's shirt buttons. His fingers were shaking too hard to be of any use. He attempted to unbuckle Sean's belt next and wound up slapping his own hand with the free end of it. "¡ Coño!"

Sean rolled his eyes. "Deadly and graceful with a sword, but simple clothing defeats him," he over-dramatized. "Make yourself useful and find some supplies." Sean sat up and shrugged out of his black shirt.

Unconscious of his gesture, Viggo licked his lips as Sean's pale golden shoulders were revealed. The tip of Viggo's tongue toyed with the scar slashing his upper lip. Watching this, Sean's whole body tensed in anticipation of that same tongue licking him. Without looking—he couldn't tear his eyes away from the other man--Viggo rummaged in his bedside drawer for the necessary items. A packet and a bottle landed on one of the flat pillows he favored.

"Satisfied?" he asked.

Sean, in the process of peeling his jeans down his long legs, glanced over. "You Yanks and your Trojans," he scoffed.

" Wha--? What's wrong with them?" Viggo wanted to know. He'd only bought the one brand. Who would have thought this would be such a problem? Sean attempted another sneer that ended in a snigger. "'Ribbed, for her pleasure,'" he quoted sarcastically. "I should be insulted."

"¡ Pucha !, you're definitely no ‘her.'" Viggo retorted. Where was this Spanish leaking from? He must still be high. Sean couldn't understand a word of it. ‘Oh well.' In a characteristic quick, efficient movement, he put his hand flat on Sean's chest, ran it down, and grasped the hard arousal he found at the base of his torso. Sean's chest was all soft skin and a few silky hairs covering firm muscle and bone. The throbbing shaft under his hand was much the same, with a smooth, sleek covering and power and potency beneath. When Viggo reached down, Sean mirrored him. The strong, calloused hand tightly wrapped around his cock, which was thick in Sean's palm.

Viggo felt like he was baring his soul, letting Sean see all his raw, repressed need. It scared the hell out of him, in a tingly-delicious way he'd never thought he'd want again. He bent to lick wide swaths across Sean's chest, playing with each pinprick nipple in turn. Unable to hold entirely still, he moved his hips in tiny, tight swings.

Sean left off what he was doing long enough to shed the last few articles of his clothing. He snagged the items thrown in haste on a pillow before, and then two similarly-sized men faced off, kneeling.

"Where were we?" Viggo muttered.

Up till then, it had been such a tease, laced with half-friendly, half-propositioning male bullshit. Viggo's long-deprived sex drive decided it was enough of a good thing; enough to get him turned on, hard; enough to ensure a man in his bed who maybe would take the piss out of him tonight and still love him (or some such) tomorrow.… and now it was time to put that aside for the moment and let the physical needs take over.

Surging forward to meet his soon-to-be lover in the middle of the bed, Viggo locked his lips down tight over Sean's, who gave him his tongue immediately. Their heads tilted to opposing sides, lips slanting together, tongues swirling. Two pairs of arms further entwined the men around themselves, pulling their bodies flush. They hissed simultaneously when their cocks brushed together for the first time, upright and trapped between their bodies.

Viggo wasted no time. He attacked Sean's curled upper lip, then his lower. Uncaring of whisker-burns, the fair-haired man rubbed his cheeks against Viggo's stubbly face between kisses. Sean had the most mobile lips he'd ever experienced, pliant but strong, and a tongue to match. If he wasn't licking his own lips, he was licking Viggo's and he tasted like mint and honey. Sean slid his hands up Viggo's lithe back, making the sinewy muscles ripple under bronzed skin at the electric contact.

"Christ, Viggo… touch me!" This was his Sean, begging him desperately to be taken and claimed.

" Mmm…" the darker man murmured. " Te voy a comer a besos." Both of his corded arms snaked around so he could cradle the globes of Sean's ass in his palms. And he pulled, grinding against Sean's belly and the other's hardness. Oh hell, just look at him--he wasn't going to need any lube at the rate he was dripping pre-cum

"What are you saying?" Sean asked, out of breath. Viggo's fingers had found his cleft. The blond spread his knees apart and arched his back. "I'll tell you later," was the answer. ‘Later,' Viggo promised himself, ‘I will tell him how I feel, too; but for now, I'll show him.' Leaning to the side for a moment, he retrieved the bottle of clear fluid left near them a bit ago. The lid popped easily. Viggo squirted a little pool into his palm to warm it, arms still hugging Sean close. A hot, wet tongue licked at his neck; he shivered a little and felt his cock stiffen to a hardness he had rarely known. It hurt, it was so hard.

Sean bit a few times along his collarbone. It stung, but before he had time to dwell on it a long-fingered hand found his sac and teased it relentlessly, rolling the balls within, ruffling up the wiry hairs. "You know, you have great bollocks, my friend," the Brit remarked, half-kidding, half-serious. Viggo snorted. "Yours too, then," he allowed. "But right now I'm more interested in something else."

With the warmed lube coating his fingers, he traced the valley between Sean's cheeks to his entrance. The jade eyes widened as he breached the tight ring. Viggo slowly began to shift around the other man, till he was to the side. With the oiled fingers, he slid slowly into the puckered hole, easing, then stretching. His other hand fisted Sean's hefty erection. Experimentally, he sought his hidden pleasure spot and, yes, there it was, that dense little bump on the inside. Pleased with himself, Viggo rubbed lightly over and over it till the other man's hips rocked to meet him. "I want you now," he stated in a low voice. All the while, his own arousal leaked its fluid all over itself.

This fact was not unnoticed by Sean. " Wanna taste you first," was the golden one's insistent demand, his lower body still hitching in muted time to Viggo's hand movements. "Oh, god, do it!" With his hands momentarily free, there was nothing for Viggo to do but watch and revel in the sensation. Glittery green eyes stared up at him from the level of his groin. Then he was being licked. The strokes of Sean's tongue gathered all the itch-sticky fluid. Next, the whole hot cavern closed over his plum-colored prick. Viggo's eyes rolled back when Sean's cheeks hollowed. "Stop!" he whimpered, " before I…"

A wrapped condom was shoved into his hand. "No, you don't," Sean cut in.

"Good God, Sean…" Viggo groaned, "Get on your knees, man." He quickly tore open the packet and gloved himself one-handedly.

Without so much as a sideways glance or the glare he expected, Sean did. He leaned down on his elbows, looking back over his shoulder. Unable to wait anymore, Viggo moved directly behind him and with a shaking hand around his twitchy cock, lined himself up.

The first slide in almost undid him. Oh, it was friction-bliss. Sean faced forward and arched his back. "Fucking Christ…!" he growled in Yorkshire dialect, which went straight to Viggo's roiling innards.

The darker man strove forward till his balls were pressed against Sean's spread ass. At that point, he lost control. His world reduced to the tight heat surrounding him and the heady display of Sean underneath him, fucking himself upon Viggo's length. His short nails sunk in deep enough on Sean's hips to leave red marks; in the same way, he scored the golden skin on the other man's back. Viggo's long dark hair swung in his face, strands of it sticking to his cheeks and temples which had become wet with sweat as he pounded his lover athletically.

Sean grabbed a pillow and bit on it to muffle his cries. The stifled noises sounded like exquisite pain. By contrast, Viggo had no such restraint. He grunted and huffed with every thrust into Sean's body. Vocalizations took him over.

" Cariño mío, you're so fucking good, Sean…"

The answer was only in whimpers. On his knees, which slid wider and wider apart, Sean writhed in a dirty counterpoint to Viggo's frenzied bucking. Beads of perspiration flew from them both with every fierce smack together. At the end, right before he shot his cream, Viggo reached around to the virtually untouched organ of his love and took it in hand. Sean was no less profuse than he in the offering of pre-cum; it covered the surface of his palm. He squeezed tightly, so excited by the throbbing response and Sean's gasps that his own climax began.

Almost chant-like, "¡Me muero; me estas matando; me vas a matar!" escaped him. Viggo thought he turned inside out from the depth and scale of his orgasm. He whipped back his swaying hair, exposing his throat, and yelled, "Oh fuck, oh Sean…" and liquid heat poured from him in near-painful spurts.

If ever Sean had been taken apart by a fucking, this was it. The man topping him, whom he had offered himself to, was so gone in passion or love or whatever but he was still hiding his true desires. He felt like he knew Viggo from afar, totally attuned to the man's quietly ironic watch-and-wait attitude toward him; and he knew him up close too from working with him. Even as his co-star fell heavily, drained, over his heaving back after shouting words unintelligible to him and milking every drop of seed from his body in turn, some unsaid things remained almost tangible in the air.

Even he knew the word ‘ corazon;' Viggo had whispered ‘mi corazon' and pressed a single gentle kiss against Sean's spine just before he disengaged. Sean was no dummy. There was no doubt. Viggo was in love with him. But, he couldn't do it. No, not again. Love hurt too bad. He would have to show him in other ways.
After Viggo's furious testosterone-fit, they'd napped. Sean awoke first. They were spooned with Viggo facing away from him. Perfect. Recalling the reluctance with which he'd agreed they would share equally in giving and receiving, the Brit determined to put a few fantasies of his own into play. So it came to be that Viggo woke from a dead sleep, sticky, with Sean's half-erect member tucked between his buttocks.

"Hands and knees, Vig," Sean growled into his ear. Wooden-faced, the man complied. Viggo shook slightly, and he was way too tense. Sean knelt behind him and pushed his head down. It would be the first and last rough gesture he made that night. There was no way in hell he would take a man who didn't want it. Sean thought about what it would take to get his stubborn, single-minded friend to understand why he would ask this of him, before he even had to ask at all. So, following the roadmap of his spine, Sean made a journey with his mouth down Viggo's back. He dipped his tongue into every hollow and flicked it over every bump. All the way down to his crack, continuing to his tail bone.

"Sean?" Viggo laughed uncertainly.

" Hm?"

"Kiss my ass!"

"…Do you one better, mate."

Parting the two spheres, Sean went down. Nervous and trembling, Viggo jumped when the pink tongue first touched his hole. It licked. The many tiny swipes rained down warm but not too warm, and wet but not sloppy. But it did not invade, not till he asked. Viggo was amazed to be there, expecting unpleasantness, to instead find himself ass-up being rimmed. When the tongue-tip tickled and sought entrance Viggo did not fight it. Indeed, he gave himself over and asked for more.

Despite his earlier bluster and initiative, once it came time for Sean to make love to Viggo, that's exactly what he did. It was not the same as when he'd taken Sean. It was so intimate… Intimate… Intimate. Viggo's mind stuck on the word. This was so new.

Sean had chosen to take him face to face, on his back. Any protests Viggo might have had were silenced the instant Sean spread his thighs apart with gentle but insistent hands. A cool-coated finger replaced the tongue. Viggo's moan spanned two octaves as Sean fingered his sweet spot.

With a smirk, the blond stared up into Viggo's dazed but fiery blue eyes. His panting breaths plumed all over the torso and pelvis of the man he knelt over. Purple, veined, rock hard, Viggo's manhood twitched in silent plea, the same request mirrored in his eyes.

"Please, Sean…"

" Y'want meh to fuck you now?"

When he reached down to pull the lean but bulkier body onto his, to Viggo it felt like surrender. A low moan escaped him and he closed his eyes. How could he let this happen? Shit, he wanted it, wanted it bad. He'd already slaked his desire once in the other man's body. He admitted to himself, finally, he had dreamed of this too, in the very darkest, most secret places of his solitary nights. He needed to be fucked. He needed it from Sean. "Oh, por Dios... Yes… fucking yes…!"

It felt so damn right, the sturdy body of a man between his thighs, inside him, rocking above him. That it was the man who he'd yearned after for weeks made it all the more passionate. Had he been naught but a fit object to practice a little mutual release on, it could have never happened this way. The man stroked and kissed and petted him all over his whole body, throughout the whole proceedings, and it was so personal. Viggo didn't think he'd ever been on the receiving end of such love.

Sean was even now kissing him so tenderly and flicking that lethal tongue everywhere. However, there was nothing delicate about the way they merged their bodies and souls. Even as it was happening, Viggo could glimpse mental images playing in his head of the two of them, sweaty and trembling from the strength of it. He would have called it ‘ scrumping,' or ‘humping;' maybe Sean would say ‘shagging.' The rhythm of sexual love was undeniable.Their well-muscled bodies writhed in their enthrallment, each using the other as leverage.

Sean set a pace that was neither fast nor slow, just whatever they both needed to screw themselves into a maelstrom of gut-wrenching twofold worship. Viggo almost couldn't believe himself, how he locked his legs around Sean's waist and never wanted to let him go. Later he would recall the distinct feeling of being fucked into the mattress, his sweet spot rubbed and abraded just this side of rough, yes; but also of Sean's half-glazed, lustful, emerald eyes never leaving his even while at the same time palming his cock till Viggo spilled in his hand.

Viggo screamed as he came, every muscle taut and quivering, standing out in sharp relief. The darker-skinned man was spurting his dregs when his lover at last shoved in hard and let go. The heat of it seared him to his soul. Sean gritted his teeth. His slitted eyes took on an unearthly shine as he came, staring intently at Viggo, letting him drink it in visually. "Ah, ah…!" he gasped though parted lips, a sound so uniquely Sean no one would ever mistake it for anything but what it was. And then he collapsed face down upon Viggo's chest. Their hearts thudded together, pulses pounding, as they came back down.

A good ten minutes later, Viggo stretched warily, one limb at a time like a cat. Sean was vaguely awake but too wrung out to move. "We're a sticky mess," the man who would be king chuckled.

"Oh, fuck, hose me down… I'm not moving!" Sean told him in his best cranky old man voice.

Gathering himself, Viggo threw Sean off with a surprise twisting wrench of his upper body. "Oh, that's a fine way to say thanks," Sean groused, not meaning it in the least. Wide-eyed, Viggo got up from the bed and walked off. A minute later the shower was running. Sean wondered if he had an overly sensitive post-coital basket case on his hands. He'd better find out.

A billow of steam hit him, when he opened the bathroom door. In the shower, discernable through the frosted glass door, Viggo had his forearms braced against the wall, forehead down upon them. Sean contemplated a round of wordplay, but no, that had never been his strong suit. Instead, he invited himself to conserve water. Viggo jumped and whirled around when Sean stepped in. His eyes were bottomless in their vulnerability. Sean took a deep breath. Oh, Christ, this again.

Well, who was he to lie, anyway? "Hey…" Began. Faltered.

"Hey." The response was cautious at best.

He had no idea what to say.

"So… are we…?" Viggo trailed off.

"Are we what? Daft like a couple of bleeding teenagers?" Before the hurt could well up in Viggo's eyes, he pushed on, and laid his hand on a gently sloping, wide shoulder, right above his friend's heart. "Yeah… I think so. I love you, you bugger."

Viggo laughed weakly. "Oh, shit… You totally scared me. Thought you'd bail."

"That's not to say I won't. I'm horrid at this. A total bastard, sometimes. But I mean what I said."

Sean could feel the love echoed back at him exponentially. The man felt so much more than he'd ever be capable of. "Love you, too, Sean," came the husky reply.

The English man eyed his half-breed counterpart and said, "Then show me."

Viggo knelt.

Hostia – blasphemous euphemism similar to goddamn
Coño – literally, ‘ cunt.' Expression of surprise or pain
Pucha – cunt/bitch, but less harsh of a word
Te voy a comer a besos – literally, ‘I'm going to eat you kissing you.'
Cariño – sweetheart
Me muero – I'm dying
Me estas matando – You're killing me
Me vas a matar – You're going to be the death of me
Corazon – heart
Por Dios – for God (for god's sake/for the love of god)

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THE END

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