Power Struggle 1

Power Struggle

Parts 1 - 3

Posted: May 2005
Title: Power Struggle
Author: Klatschmohn
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fiction! Never happened.
Summary: Sean and Viggo have a little disagreement about what would have happened if Boromir had survived.
Author's Notes: Special thanks to marius 2045 and Ashlyn.K.Toliver. Marius 2045, thank you for good advice! Ashlyn, you are great! You know how much I admire your work. Your support means a lot to me!

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Chapter 1: Powerstruggle - Battle of words

" What would have happened if Boromir had survived? What do you think? "

The intonation is sharp, attacking, and by the look in Seans provoking green eyes Viggo can tell the tension smouldering throughout the day is about to go up in flames.

Peter cancelled the filming of Boromirs death-scene with a discontented look at Sean, putting it off for tomorrow and far from pleased with the delay, Sean and Viggo sit on the grass in the little garden in front of Viggo´s terrace, drinking beer and discussing the script and the characters like so many times before. In spite of their mostly concurrent opinions an edgy undertone crept in their conversation.

And now this question.

" Why? " Viggo shrugs, casting intrigued looks over Sean´s face. " You see any problem? While he dies in Aragorn´s arms he confesses he would have followed him, true to him as to his king. Do you think he´s lying? "

Sean is shifting in his seat, unconsciously licking his lips.

" Boromir never lies. " Pride and indignation add a metallic colour to his voice. " But to let him die is a foul trick of Tolkien, only to evade the inevitable conflicts between Boromir and Aragorn. "

" What? " Viggo is astonished at the passion he hears in the Englishman´s voice. Sometimes one of the elder, more intellectual actors - like Ian Mc Kellen, Christopher Lee or John Rhys-Davies - dares to criticize the script, comparing it to the original book to measure its quality.

But to accuse Tolkien himself...?

" Come on, man, it´s hardly the bible now is it, " he says, waving away whatever comments Viggo had poised on his lips. " How exciting is a fight between good and evil when you already know who the villain is simply by the sheer ugliness of the figure, like the orcs for example? The only really interesting conflicts left are the ones within the fellowship itself. Like Frodo´s doubts in Sam when he is misled by Gollum´s intrigues. Or..., " Sean adds slyly, " ...the competition between Aragorn and Boromir. "

Viggo never noticed before how dark the vocals are rolling in " Boromir " , threatening like rumble of thunder.

And again the defiant look, forehead high.

" And instead of dealing with this rivalry in honour, " Sean continues with grim determination, " and allowing the characters to unfold gradually, the confrontation is cowardly avoided and Boromir must bite the dust. I bet the few scenes when Aragorn and Boromir have it out with each other will end up littering the rubbish bin of the cutting room, leaving nothing much of Boromir´s resistance against this ranger who just happened along. " Sean snorts with contempt and cools his heated tongue with a large gulp of beer.

" If that´s the way you see it I´m not surprised you simply couldn´t bring yourself to act Boromir´s surrender in the moment of his death... " Viggo grins, Sean frowns and grumbles.

Every time the cameras were working and Sean had to say the words: " I would have followed you... my brother...my captain....my king, " his face contorted in the same disgust and scorn he displayed so very well in the scene of the Council of Rivendell, his full sarcasm evident in every twitch of the corner of his mouth.

Sean is an extraordinary talented actor and his failure to portray Boromir´s surrender is clearly not the result of a lack of ability but of his inner resistance against this change in Boromir´s attitude towards Aragorn.

" Or... " Sean doesn´t answer and Viggo proceeds further on dangerous terrain, " ... has there been another reason for your problems during the filming...? " A sneaky whisper enters Viggo´s voice. " Besides your objections to Boromirs too quick and easy submission? "

Sean swallows. Viggo smiles, his tongue plays behind his teeth, wily crinkles curl around his eyes.

Viggo knows exactly he can´t expect an answer other than growling and grumbling. His remark hints to the hard bulge he felt between Sean´s legs even through layers of cloth and leather as he leant over Sean repeatedly, rubbing deliberately but discreetly against him... His own erection blossomed right from the start during the first take: as soon as he had beheaded the Uruk-hai, run to Sean-Boromir with fast jumps and thrown himself over the man who lay on his back, panting fast and heavy.

" Ow! " Sean complained because Viggos hard knee hit his inner thigh.

" Spread your legs wider, " Viggo admonished and in an instant he saw flying red spill all over Seans cheeks, his eyes winking with awkwardness.

Long before Viggo´s brain could grasp the meaning of this reaction his cock had its own interpretation ready and stretched out, curious for more.

During each of the following takes - and there were many, countless many takes - Viggo took a little bit more advantage of his position, feeling Seans body beneath him, stroking Seans cheeks, holding Seans chin and neck tenderly with both hands, his fingertips caressing the delicate spot behind Sean´s ears... Sean´s scowl deepened when this intrusive behaviour got directorial approval, because Peter wanted to emphasize the bonding of the brothers in arms.

There was no way that Sean could have missed the intent behind his teasing. Sean´s increasingly bad temper during the shooting had to do with Viggo´s shameless delight while he touched and cuddled Sean - but Sean was obviously not in the mood to comment upon this.

Instead, he snapped: " Aragorn wouldn´t have had the slightest chance to claim the throne of Gondor! Who would have wanted him? Boromir was a celebrated hero. He had fought triumphantly for his people, he had worked for Gondor since his early youth, while Aragorn hid away in the woods, denying who he was! Do you believe the people of Gondor would have accepted a stranger who on top of everything brought a she-elf as queen? Do you think they would ever have preferred him to Boromir whom they knew and highly respected? "

Viggo agrees with him silently, but Sean´s arrogance is beginning to rub him the wrong way.

" You forget that Gondor wasn´t a democracy, Sean, " replies Viggo matter-of-factly. " The wishes of the people wouldn´t have mattered or they certainly wouldn´t have allowed a delusional psychotic to reign as Steward for all those years. " He hears the sharp intake of breath and knows he ´s scored a point in whatever strange game Sean is playing. " The people of Gondor would not have chosen between Boromir and Aragorn... the two of them would more than likely have settled this among themselves... "

" I see. And how pray tell would Boromir and Aragorn have settled the question? "

" With a fair wrestling match. "

He was ridden by the devil to suggest that. But his desire to feel Sean pressed up against him once more, to roll over the ground with him, and also the increasing want to try his strength and fighting skills with Sean tempt him to challenge the other man
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Many times before he has used " rugbytackles " as an excuse to make contact with Sean´s tempting musculature.

" So, you want to fight, Aragorn? " Sean stands up and begins to rid himself of his T-shirt:

" OK! "

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Chapter 2: Power Struggle - Wrestling match

" Might as well take off the belts too, " Viggo says facing a half-naked Sean with complete nonchalance. " You could cut yourself with the buckles. "

Sean shrugs as he removes the belt He´s eager to put the arrogant ranger in his place once and for all.

" Wrestling only, " Viggo reminds him. " No kick boxing. No knife fighting. No amok running..., " he adds slightly worried, a little intimidated by the murderous look on Sean´s face. A memory flickers in his mind, standing alone against a schoolyard bully, " Biting and kicking don´t count! "

A blue-black glance slides over Sean´s well-built body. Not that he hasn´t seen him stripped to the waist before. But now, tensed in anticipation, his swelling pectorals rising and falling with the rhythm of his fast and deep breathing, skin flexing above the clearly defined sixpack, he is more beautiful than any sculpture Viggo has ever seen.

Viggo tears his eyes away from him, tries to lock up the artist and to set free the warrior in him. Holy shit, and this nonsense was his idea! Now there´s no chickening out without serious damage of honour.

Viggo undoes his own belt, draws in a breath then sends a silent signal of readiness. At once Sean flings himself onto him.

Shit, he thinks as the breath is knocked from his chest, the man has played villains and soldiers for years and has absorbed enough dirty tricks. His grip hurts right from the start, as he bends Viggo´s arms to positions his joints refuse to accept, digging his fingernails into Viggo´s skin so painfully that a high-pitched grunt escapes his lips.

Sean´s aggressive onslaught has taken Viggo by surprise, but he defends himself as best he can, wiggling like a snake. Both end up clinging to each other in a fierce clutch stronger than steel, intertwined with each other like an inextricable knot.

Sean´s sweat mixes with Viggo´s, fusing them together, Viggo clings to Sean like someone drowning and they stumble across the grass in zigzag pattern like some drunken Siamese twins, until they fall, and Viggo knows seconds before it happens that Sean will bear down upon him, far too hard, and then abstract paintings are shimmering in front of his eyes until a vibrating black screen blinds him.

Viggo successfully remembers how to breathe but finds himself in a position less preferred during a wrestling match. Viggo´s arm is wrenched painfully behind his back and Sean´s hand clasps around his throat. Viggo´s flat on his stomach with Sean hovering above him. Sean´s hand glides up to Viggo´s chin, then pulls the other man´s head back roughly, shoving his arm higher in his back. Viggo is arching like an Olympic gymnast.
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Sean bends down, his lips slightly stirring Viggo´s hair.

" Now... ranger, " he says, sarcasm dripping off his voice. " What do you think Boromir would have done with Aragorn after he´d won their competition...? "

Sean´s lips are tickling his ear-labs now.

Viggo sighs and lets his shoulders sink in what Sean thinks is capitulation.

Enjoying the fruits of his victory Sean feels too sure, pays little attention to his now-relaxed posture. The second Sean lowers his defences Viggo smiles for himself. He can always rely on Sean to react impulsively, never looking through Viggo´s much more calculating mind.

Viggo shoots up, bursting out of Sean´s grip.

" No need to worry about that, " he hisses, out of breath. " That´s a waste of time, because he will loose... "

He´s above Sean now, wrapping his arm tightly around his neck, taking him into a clinch hold then a throw that without question would have sent Sean to the ground... but one exactly placed blow hurls him back in circles.

Viggo squirms and stares at Sean with shock-wide eyes. The next blow crashes against his ribs and Viggo staggers back finally caught by the fence like a fly in the spider´s net.

That´s unfair, but Sean doesn´t look like he´s willing to negotiate any longer.

And suddenly Viggo understands the genesis of Sean´s seemingly senseless violence towards him.

If Sean was stronger than Viggo, their fight would have been Sean´s chance to deal with his frustration and get over it, to let out his rage and disappointment at being robbed of the best aspects of his character. Sean knows only of one man he can vent his feelings of incompletion on...

Viggo.

And somehow Boromir´s anger at Aragorn has become entangled with Sean´s feelings for Viggo in an unhealthy way.

It´s finally clear why Sean has resisted every attempt at flirtation, even though Sean´s desire for Viggo was visible to anyone familiar with the body language of intimacy.
Of course Sean must fight his feeling of being drawn to Viggo as long as he identifies himself with Boromir.

Unfortunately, enlightenment arrives somewhat too late. And it´s rather useless to contemplate complicated psychological complexities while well-aimed blows are hailing down on him.

Viggo almost laughs but it turns into a tortured cry after Sean´s next attack.
Viggo is supposed to be the method actor who stays in character day and night, while Sean slips out of his role while stripping off his costume. But now it´s Sean who is unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality.

He is stronger than Sean. And that´s the problem, because if Sean can´t win by regular means, there´s no doubt he´ll use whatever means he can, striking in the heat of affect.

Viggo reviews his options.

He can´t defeat Sean by playing fair when Sean ignores the rules, but he´s not prepared to let the fight get out of control, to strike back with the same violence and risk hurting Sean severely.

Viggo dodges away from a punch aimed at his chin.

Is he willing to let Sean win?

That might be a good idea. There´s a lot less risk in that - and again Viggo ducks under a fist - his friend would calm down, would probably be satisfied and able to overcome his inner tensions and contradictions.

Viggo locks eyes with Sean. He sees a green-eyed wolf, snarling, struggling for the first place in the order of rank. An alpha male, demanding submission from his opponent -

...from Viggo.

Let him win?

NO.

Not on your fucking life.

Viggo´s never been a violent man. He´s a staunch pacifist. But there´s a primal instinct lurking within him that comes to the fore.

He can´t - won´t - give in to Sean.

Viggo dances aside to avoid taking another hit, but realises this tactic won´t help him much longer. His patience is slowly fading and he´s quickly running out of ideas to peacefully diffuse the volatile situation.

Perhaps...

Viggo falls down. Sean´s own momentum makes him stumble and he´s landing on top of Viggo. He grabs Viggo´s wrists and pulls them down to the ground. His face is inches away from Viggo´s, the eyes throwing green-gold sparks of triumph.

Viggo´s never seen his friend´s face so furious and wild, his rugged features expressing hatred, power and euphoria, and god, he is beautiful...

" Now, surrender, Ara...hmmmpf... "

Viggo´s tongue in his mouth ruins his victory speech. Viggos head shoots up, driving his tongue between Sean´s lips and he sucks, licks... ahhh... Sean tastes salty and sharp from the fight, you could poison yourself with an oral overdose of testosterone from that kiss, and Viggo nearly forgets his plan, because he´s finally kissing Sean...kissing Sean Bean...Sean... Sean....

Thankfully his brain enters the wicked stage again, like Judas thinking of betrayal while kissing. He fumbles for one of the belts - he has made sure his fall went in the right direction, just near the heap of clothes.

Sean will not beat any records with his reaction time, shock-frozen by Viggo´s kiss for seconds, but now he jumps as if bitten by a snake, and Viggo catches him unaware, hurling him down and catapulting himself over him.

While sliding forward he raises Sean´s arms over his head, wraps the belt tightly around them, grateful that the " little book of knots " came in handy.

Sean is ranting and raging now, but with his hands bound it´s no real fight.

Viggo finds the other belt - and ok, that a thin tree stands nearby is pure luck but you have to be lucky sometimes - Viggo throws one end of the belt around the tree and locks Sean´s hands to it.

Sean kicks and writhes into exhaustion until the slim leather cuts his wrists, until the veins on his biceps are swollen to bursting and his hair clings in strands on his wet face.

Sean collapses tired, worn out, panting helplessly.

" Do that again, " Viggo purrs, very approvingly. " It´s nice to watch. "

" Untie me, you sick bastard! You asshole! Let me free! That´s unfair! That´s deprivation of personal liberty! "

" I would classify it as self-defence, " Viggo strokes his bruises accusingly and dabs gingerly at his hurting ribs where Sean´s fist hit like a comet.

" Fuck! Let me free! "

" I would consider the first option, " Viggo muses out loud, causing another fierce struggle from Sean. The blonde man squirms and writhes seeing the look of cool amusement on Viggo´s face. He forces himself not to move.

He´d be damned if he´d give that damn Dane something else to get hot and bothered over.

His eyes are haunted like the eyes of a wild animal caught in a trap, but he´s desperately trying to control his temper. Viggo is watching in fascination how Sean´s eyes seem to change their colour with the emotional roller coaster, turning from raging hatred to shame for the suffered defeat, from panic to resignation, from defiance to humiliation.

" Vig, please. Untie me. " He pleads softly with a rough and breaking voice.

Viggo looks at him like a predator looking at potential prey.

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Chapter 3: Powerstruggle - Make love not war

Sean´s body shivers from pent-up frustration, shaking from boiling rage like the lid of a pot clattering before the heated water spills over in founts.

He shuts his eyes and Viggo bets he´s focussing, using the techniques he learned at RADA to calm himself and slow down his heart rate.

Viggo has never seen anything in his entire life that compares to the glorious sight of this strong, proud man bound.

A captured hero. The pathetic suffering of a noble chief at the stake.

He approaches him cautiously, watching out for signs of danger. He sees Sean tense up even more as if preparing for a last attack.

" Kick me and you´ll pay for it, " he warns, his voice low and cold. " I don´t think you need me to explain that you´re at my mercy now? One stupid move and I´ll whip you. "

Sean growls, clinging to some last shreds of rebellion, but both know it´s an empty threat. Viggo crouches between his legs, now confident that Sean will not try anything. He leans over him like in Boromir´s death scene.

It takes every ounce of willpower Sean has to hold himself down, trying to avoid Viggo´s searing gaze.

Viggo reaches out, touching his cheek with the back of his hand as he did during shooting.

" Sean. You know that I know. "

Sean tries to look as if he hasn´t a clue what Viggo talks about so miraculously.

But Boromir never lies, Neither do Boromir´s eyes, and Viggo can see the truth in the lambent green orbs.
He even knows that Sean knows he cannot cheat him.

" God, Sean, you were so hard I´d probably have felt it through plate armour. " He bows down a little closer and continues in a low, seductive murmur: " And so was I. You know that, too. Isn´t it foolish to deny that to each other? "

Sean doesn´t answer. In fact, he doesn´t react at all. He even seems to have forgotten his situation and his urge to escape, lying perfectly still and calm.

" I´m not a beginner, Sean, " Viggo goes on, stroking him lightly, tantalizing the other man´s senses. " I´ve seen the heat in your eyes when you look at me and think no one else is watching. I know that look, Sean. I´ve been with enough men to know what it means. "

Viggo leans down for another kiss, but Sean flinches away, wrenching his head to the side. Viggo takes hold of his face with both hands, cradling it with a gentle force that will not be denied.

" Look at me and tell me it´s not true. But I hope I don´t have to remind you that Boromir never lies... "

Sean gives a desperate sigh - Viggo never knew such a simple sound could contain so great of a confession - and he smiles at Sean with fondness.

A good actor doesn´t necessarily make a good liar, and though Viggo has often watched the mask fall on Sean´s face when confronted with personal questions in interviews, Sean still doesn't feel comfortable with evasive excuses and short-cut denials, causing sweet embarrassment or cold stiffness on his face.

And there are some things Sean has never learned to conceal. At least not from those who know what to look for.

Viggo slowly starts to kiss him again, tenderly and playfully exploring Sean´s mouth. He doesn´t do much in the way of returning the kiss but there´s little resistance. Only when Viggo begins to kiss his way down Sean´s throat, following the curved line of his collar bones to his shoulders, leaving a trace of wet kiss-steps and little sizzling spots where he sucked until Sean´s blood rose to the surface, Sean finally interrupts him with a choked voice.

" Stop it... Please. "

Viggo gazes at his friend´s face, and is filled with compassion as he sees the battlefield of contradictory feelings that are in war with each other. It´s more than indecision; Sean is literally torn apart inside. Minutes ago he was insane with rage, but it was a rage partly born of suppressed desire, and now the feelings bait and switch like a disoriented magician who can´t make up his mind in which shape to appear.

He doesn´t quite stop stroking Sean, massaging his sides with deft hands, already sure that Sean´s body joyfully joins the game, wether Sean´s mind likes it or not.

" Vig... perhaps it´s usual for you to feel this way, but for me... "

" Really, " Viggo asks quietly, struck by the sheer helplessness in the Englishman´s eyes. " Never once? " His voice is full of affection and respect and wonder and maybe it´s the fact that Viggo doesn´t make light of his inexperience what finally convinces Sean to let him continue his kissing research mission once more.

Viggo acquaints himself with the parts of Sean´s skin he missed during his first descent, making sure not to ignore a single inch, and Sean is trembling and sighing from the intensity, his former anger and rage melting quickly into lust like a glacier into a roaring waterfall.

Sean hisses quietly as Viggo opens his Jeans and pulls them down, freeing an achingly hard cock.

Boromir never lies, Viggo thinks to himself, soft eyes swallowing the length and breadth of Sean´s erection.

Obviously, Boromir´s cock never lies either.

And Viggo goes down, licking and sucking, tasting all of Sean´s musky and male flavours.

Sean groans in desperate need. " Pease, Vig. Untie me, " he begs, as if remembering his situation for the first time. " I want to touch you. "

Viggo´s mouth slowly travels upwards celebrating a short reunion with Sean´s navel and nipples.

Lying stretched out on top of Sean, the two men lock passion-filled eyes.

" Only if you really want me to, Sean, " Viggo whispers, full of urgency and hunger. " But, please, Sean... let me have you like this... "

Pulsing desire nearly strangles him, lust glowing in his ocean-dark eyes as the image of a bound and naked Sean is forever seared into his mind.

His voice is ragged and husky. " Oh god, Sean, it turns me on to see you like this... tied down and naked in front of me... "

Sean lowers his lashes. Viggo senses shame but no outrage. His body language reveals awkwardness - the virginal flush, the way he averts his eyes from Viggo´s - and the contrast between these gestures of shyness and innocence and the rough beauty of his manly face is thrilling.

Viggo´s desire is so powerful it´s almost frightening. A part of Sean wants to deny his request but the refusal hovers there, just on the threshold of his lips, unwilling to formulate the words under Viggo´s intense stare. Sean opens his mouth, shuts it, and tries again... takes another go... but after several failing attempts the battle within is over.

Sean returns Viggo´s demanding gaze with a mixture of fear and trust.

Surrender has never had such a beautiful face before.

Interesting, Viggo thinks to himself in the span of a few moments, how practical matters always reinsert themselves, ruthless towards romantic situations.

" Hang on a minute, love... " Viggo whispers, and disappears into the house, to rummage through drawers and return with a bottle of lube.

Very funny, Sean thinks with a certain wry irony, as if he had any other choice.

With Viggo no longer covering him, that undeniable heat no longer clouding his senses, Sean´s fears and doubts once again rise to the fore, though intrinsically he knows the arguments against his feelings are weak.

Still... what his body wants... he doesn´t quite understand.

He does desire Viggo. He always has, it seems, but...

...But the panicked look in his eyes will not melt away so easily and by the time Viggo returns from his quest, he realizes what happened.

Viggo´s glad he left him tied up, otherwise the man would have vanished on him.

Isn´t it possible to leave the boy alone for a minute...!?

" Viggo - untie me, " Sean begins, and can´t he ask of anything else? " I´m just not ready for this. I can´t...I can´t, "

Shit, Viggo curses silently, having managed to get so far only to watch it all unravel right before his eyes and begin at the start again like at some fucking game of dice.

" Sean, " and Viggo covers him again hunting for the rest of his patience which has disappeared the moment his libido took over practically every rational thinking process. " You have thought of it before... you know you want to try... why not now...? "

He takes up his caresses again, first with gentle persuasion and then with tender demand, and he prays he´ll do it right and not blow it all with a mistake, do it well, not too fast or too slow... he´s never wanted anyone as much as he wants this rough and golden-haired man laid out before him like a feast and he has to make Sean want him just as much or else it will all be for nothing and he will feel like a complete flop for the rest of his life. What use is it to succeed on every field of activity when you fail in the most important moment of your life?

Viggo´s hands are all over him and he´s whispering soothing words in his ear, " I´ll go slowly, Sean... don´t be afraid. I want you, Sean, please... "

Ironically it´s Viggo who´s pleading and begging with a tied up man but he doesn´t give a damn as long as it works.

After a while he can feel Sean relax.
Eyes meet again and Viggo is relieved beyond imagination, because he doubts he´d have the discipline to release Sean at this stage, even if he insisted, and he really doesn´t want to think on that scenario...

But he wants to hear Sean confess. " Say the words. "

And Sean does, shaking from desire. " I want you, Vig... " he groans, the green eyes heavily lidded with uncontrollable need.

The floodgates open and there´s no turning the tide.

" Get on your hands and knees, " Viggo orders.

Sean manoeuvres into the required position and both are thankful the restraints have enough give for this to work.

Sean´s well-muscled buttocks are a temptation Viggo cannot resist, stroking the smooth skin, while using a well-lubed finger to lightly probe the cleft.

A faint cry of Sean, muscles already clenching.
God, Sean´s so damn tight, to prepare him means work. Viggo uses his arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead
Ok, he´s done that before, he knows what to do, shouldn´t be an insurmountable handicap after all the trials and tribulations he has overcome in the last half an hour, and since Sean said he´s a virgin what has he expected anyway? If he only wasn´t that nervous, like some candidate for exam who´s forgotten all he´s ever learned.

Viggo goes slowly, opening Sean up to new sensations, stroking and soothing him, whispering words to inflame and incite. With each gasp from the man beneath him, he pauses, allowing Sean to adapt and adjust.

He stretches him expertly, carefully - one finger only, murmuring: " Relax, Sean... feel me inside you... like this...yes...come on... "

Sean obviously has other ideas. Craning his head over his shoulder, he snarls at Viggo: " I´m not one of your nags shying or running wild, mate! Can´t you just shut up and do it? "

If Sean was one of his horses he could be ridden a hell of a lot easier, Viggo thinks to himself, then ceases to think at all as the image of giving Sean what he´s asking for nearly undoes him.

" Is that what you really want Sean? "

" Yeah Viggo... just do it... "

There is no way to enter Sean without hurting him, at least at first, in spite of the preparation and the generous amount of lube he´s used to slick himself up and to coat Sean´s entrance.

He has to push hard to force him open and get in just a few inches. The sensation of tight heat is overwhelming, and though he doesn´t want to hurt Sean, he can´t help moaning a deep shuddering breath of pleasure even as he feels Sean itching with pain beneath him, whimpering quietly.

Hands gripping Sean´s waist tightly, he waits, allowing for Sean to accustom himself to the fullness.

Sean moans, the outer ring muscle contracting, unsure about this invasion. He relaxes, taking in deep breaths as Viggo slowly breaches him.

Slowly and evenly, as much for his own benefit as for Sean´s, he begins a steady rhythm with strong but not brutal thrusts, his hand stroking Sean´s cock as he trembles beneath him.

Viggo can sense the moment of Sean´s surrender.

A sudden softness and pliability of his body, as if Sean´s muscles and nerves, every fibre of his being were connected to Viggo´s central nervous system, no longer obedient to Sean´s will but Viggo´s. He feels totally in control of Sean and a rush of lust for power floods his veins, more intoxicating than any drug Viggo has ever sampled.
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Yes, he will possess Sean, in every way possible - heart, mind, spirit, just as he possesses his body now. He will have him, claim him...

He looks down again at Sean, bound to him, begging with his sighs and ragged whispers, and lust flickers within him like tongues of flames.

But there is no thought of abusing his power. He needs to please Sean, to hold him, to love him... to make him want it, want it again, and want it forever and ever again...

He strikes Sean´s sweet spot over and over, urged on by Sean´s deep throated moans of pleasure. At the same time he strokes his cock with well-dosed pressure, making him last, longing, starving, until every single cell in Sean´s body screams for orgasm and he´s begging, not only with passion-ragged words, but with his whole body, offering himself to Viggo completely, feverishly shaking with need.

Only then does Viggo show mercy, finishing him with one last forceful surge, and Sean is gone, crying out and coming so hard he shoots hot onto Viggo´s hand and on the grass below him, whispering Viggo´s name again and again until the last splashes and drops are spent.

Now it´s suddenly so easy to bend him even further, spread his legs wider, fuck him deeper.

" Down. "

Viggo´s hard hand shoves his face down in the grass, holding him fast.

Viggo has the perfect angle to fuck Sean practically into the ground and there´s nothing Sean can do about it..

Only one thought, one want left - to fuck Sean, fuck him, fuck him in his tight ass, fuck his hot clenching hole... take him, take him, take him...

The force of Viggo´s orgasm causes him to cry out from the sheer magnitude of sensation that tosses him about and he comes hard and deep in Sean´s body, collapsing on him and bearing him down with his weight.

Spent and almost drained, Viggo starts to rise from Sean´s back.

" Stay, " whispers Sean.

Viggo hestitates, unbelieving.

" I like to feel you on me, " Sean says simply, and as Viggo covers him with his body again, he sighs satisfied, like a child rocked into sleep.

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Peter looks suspiciously at Sean, hiding his doubts and radiating confidence as best as he can.

" I hope you´ve worked out whatever the hell´s going on in your head " , Peter says with a tinge of asperity. " I´ve got that torturous helm´s Deep shoot and I really don´t want to spend another bloody day watching Boromir refuse to die. So for god´s sake Bean, will you just die today, and then we can all go home. "

Walloping Sean´s shoulder, he misses the look on the other man´s face as he announces the first take of the second day of the shooting of Boromir´s death scene.

Inwardly he hopes they will at least not need a third day.

The " clap " is heard, the cameras are whirring.

So far, Peter admits, watching the two actors before him, Sean is doing well.
The relief is short-lived as Peter waits with baited breath for the words Sean would only spit out with so much venom the day before

" I would have followed you... " says Sean, and Peter is stunned at the tone of willing loyalty.

" ...My brother... " he whispers with his last breaths, eternal faithfulness and friendship in his voice, love shining in his eyes. Peter raises his eyebrows, and even the crew is taken aback, watching in awe.

What the hell...?

" ...My captain... " Sean goes on, respectfully attempting to stand fast in spite of his grave injuries, the promise of obedience even past death clearly expressed in his unwavering gaze.

Peter´s lower jar simply drops.

It´s one of the few times he´s not gesticulating wildly, directing the activities of his cast and crew, but the extraordinary event is hardly noticed because everyone´s attention is utterly absorbed by Sean´s incredible skill.

Sean´s face finally transfigures in bliss and glory.

" ...My king... " he concludes, the last gasps filled with pure and honest devotion aimed at Viggo, whose eyes are welled-up with glittering tears.

Boromir surrenders to Aragorn as deeply and completely as a man can surrender to another man.

Is this the same Sean Bean who practically snarled those lines yesterday, not even willing to let a hint of friendliness enter his voice, yet alone submission?

Peter shakes his head. Actors. One never knows what´s going on in their twisted little heads. He hadn´t considered Sean a " diva " , but... well, actors, you know?

Moody as hell.

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THE END

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