brainofck | August 2

Title: August 2
Author:

muck_a_luck, posting in

brainofck
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ties and tying
Content/warnings: Light bondage, kink
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own ~~porno~~ script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles ~~if she ruled the universe~~ if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.

muck_a_luck and

brainofck

Urgh. I generally do not like stories where the characters know all about slash and slashers. Nor do I usually like stories where the characters are aware that they are characters. And yet, I have written this. But I think it'll be OK...

Had a little time to write today, so I did something that didn't take too much attention span.

Happy early birthday,

wyldestarr!

"Well, she can't have mine. Crazy stalker fans, break into your house and steal your knickers, and the next day they come back and steal your car..." Sean trailed off into mutters.

"Come on, she's harmless enough. She's a poet and medical transcriptionist. Besides, she didn't approach us, we found her!"

"We did not find her. You found her. And she's not fucking harmless. Collects swords and knives, and what the hell was that ball thing with spikes on it?!"

Viggo sighed. "How can you live in the land of knights in shining armor and not recognize a flail when you see one? And think how much fun it would be to surprise someone with something like this, that they really want, but couldn't possibly have!"

Sean snorted.

"Well, I like that tie. She can't have it. Where the fuck do you find these people, anyway?"

"Well...." Viggo mused thoughtfully. Sean recognized this tone in his friend's voice and didn't know whether to be worried or interested. Sometimes when Vig came over things got a little out of hand. But in a good way. Usually.

"I found this particular person while reading at Rugbytackle..."

"Jesus H. Christ, you are insane! Do you know that?"

There was a look in Viggo's eye, and Sean was sure he wasn't going to get off easy this time. Viggo turned and wandered back into the closet, rummaging around in the back some more. Sean slumped back against the headboard, waiting more or less patiently.

"It's not here, you know," he called, loudly enough for Viggo to hear him where had his head buried in suits and jackets and whatnot. Sean wavered between enjoying the freedom to have a large gorgeous wardrobe and wondering if it wasn't a little, well, off....

"I know," came Viggo's muffled reply.

Vig emerged from the dark interior of the closet with a handful of singularly ugly ties. Sean laughed.

"You had to dig pretty deep to find those," he chuckled.

Then he squeaked, as Viggo pounced.

Sean could have won the ensuing wrestling match, if that was what he had really wanted. But what he really wanted was to feel that luscious mouth on him. And Viggo could kiss. Long, hot, lingering, messy, sweet. Sean was more than willing to let himself be pinned at hip and wrist and just give over to his friend's lips and tongue, even if it meant that he ended up flat on his back and shirtless with two horrible pieces of silk binding his wrists firmly to the headboard.

Viggo was on all fours, panting over him, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He kissed Sean lightly on the mouth again, then the middle of his chest, and his belly button, then he hopped off the bed and left the room.

"Bastard," Sean muttered, testing the ties. "Where are you going, lunatic?!" he yelled after the American.

Viggo reappeared almost instantly, with his carry-on from the plane. That made Sean's heart skip a beat. Why on Earth would Viggo need a bag of supplies?

Viggo undid the zipper and began hunting through the bag. He pulled out a long string of leather that he tossed in Sean's direction. It hit him square in the middle of his chest, and rested there. What did Viggo need with that? Sean was very neatly immobolized already. But Viggo was still poking in the depths of the bag.

"I knew it wasn't in the closet," Viggo said with a grin, "Because I swung by your place in LA and picked it up before I left town."

Sean just stared in amazement as Viggo pulled the length of silver-grey silk from the bag. And a second tie. The sky blue one that was his own tie's near cousin. He looked from the ties to his friend and realized he really was in serious trouble. The heat and lust in Viggo's expression sent a jolt of something not quite fear, not quite lust, through Sean.

"Viggo?" he said, his voice just a little shaky.

"So, I found this person while reading at Rugbytackle," Viggo continued from earlier, laying the ties gently on the bed beside Sean and turning his attention to undoing Sean's belt and zipper, so that he had a naked, prominently aroused victim at his mercy. "Do you want to know what I was reading?"

"I have the distinct feeling I'm about to find out," Sean managed, distracted as Viggo settled on his thighs. Viggo reached out and lifted one end of the leather thong from Sean's chest, trailing the rest of it across Sean's skin, over his torso, down across his belly, until he swirled it sinuously around Sean's trembling erection, his cock chasing the soft touches. Viggo laughed softly.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah," Sean breathed, arching his back and shifting his hips, reaching for more. Viggo just gave him a wicked, wicked smile.

"What about this?" Viggo asked. And with quick, deft movements, began to bind Sean's cock. Sean whimpered, but couldn't manage a more articulate protest. He bucked so hard he almost threw Viggo to the floor. Which just brought another laugh from the man above him.

"In the story I was reading, you did this to me," he said, in a tone ridiculously conversational under the circumstances. "You wanted to have me, but you wanted me to hold out and fuck you when you were done. So you braided a leather bootlace around my dick. Fuck, it was hot. You really need to read over there more."

Sean was almost completely lost in the sensation created by the leather wrapping around him. But he did manage to follow Viggo's description of the plot of this story.

"Viggo," he said, trying not to sound panicked, "I'm not sure I like where this plot is leading..."

"Don't worry, my pretty little straight boy," Viggo crooned. He was carefully tucking in the ends of the strand, and he raised his eyes to meet Sean's. "You're precious ass is safe with me."

Then he ducked his head and licked. And licked. And licked. And sucked. Then swallowed him, leather bindings and all. Sean howled and tried to thrust, but Viggo was ready for him and held him still. He took him deep down his throat, then swirled his tongue over him, then swallowed him again. Sean groaned and panted and swore, and Viggo just laughed deep in his chest, which in itself was maddening. But Viggo had staying power. It went on and on. Sean thought he might very well die from this, if it didn't end soon.

Maybe he had actually managed to say that, because suddenly Viggo stopped and left. The sudden loss of Viggo's weight pinning him down was a shock. He drew his knees up and sobbed.

"Take it off me, you bastard!" He was nearly weeping from the torture of it. I'll never function the same way again, if you don't!"

"Now, now," said Viggo calmly, "You'll be perfectly fine."

Sean could hear the gentle sounds of fabric against fabric. Then Viggo was reaching around him, and he could feel the soft-rough, cool-warm caress of silk through the gaps in the leather bindings. A new, more gentle torture. All Sean could manage were sobbing little whines and whimpers, as Vig gently rubbed the silk of the tie over and around him. As from a great distance, he heard himself begging. For something. Anything. More. Viggo was shushing him, and then his warm weight was gone from the bed, as he left the silk draped over him, the lightest, most torturous of touches.

But Viggo was undressing. That had to be a good thing. Sean tried not to think about the throbbing between his legs. The fact that he could have cum so long ago. Cum twice by now.

Then Viggo was back, coaxing Sean back over, so that his bound cock was again standing erect between them, vulnerable and unprotected, the silver tie still coiled around it. Sean could barely breathe, in anticipation of whatever Viggo was going to do next.

"I can do something that you couldn't, in the story," Viggo said. How could the bastard still be talking about that damn story? The calm was slipping from Viggo's voice, though, being replaced by a promising combination of smug and excited.

"I can take you without the bindings having to come off," he said.

He positioned himself over Sean, and pressed down, slowly and carefully breaching himself on Sean's leather-bound cock.

"Fucking hell, you can't be serious?!" Sean panted. Viggo only nodded, grinning down at him, though a little strain showed around the edges of the smile, at the crinkled corners of his smiling eyes. Somewhere in his mind, the voice of Sean's conscience was telling him that he should put a stop to this. Tell Viggo no. This was a terrible idea. Viggo would hurt himself. But his mouth refused to cooperate, and the ties held his arms as they had all along, and his cock was vibrating in anticipation just from the feel of Viggo's hole pressing against the head, anticipating the feel of the tight grip of Viggo's passage surrounding him, desperate to be engulfed and clutched with enough pressure and heat to finally cum.

Viggo pressed with determination, taking Sean's girth, Viggo's breathing starting to reflect the ridges and valleys created by the bindings as they dragged over the rim of his hole, pressed more deeply into his body, until Sean was set deep within him, their balls snug together.

Finally fully penetrated, Viggo gave a gaspy little laugh, the smug sound still there, and started to ride him. If Sean had been able to focus on anything beyond his own body, he would have seen the stress in Viggo's expression dissolve into pleasure, then ecstasy, as the hard ridges and strange, irregular pressures inside him. But Sean was very quickly lost to everything but the pain of denied pleasure, as Viggo rode him harder and with more confidence, increasing the pace, accommodating Sean when Sean finally lost control and began to pump upwards, trying so hard to finish, but fuck it just wasn't possible.

Except it was. In a blinding, wrenching moment, he broke loose, despite the leather around him. Despite the fact that it couldn't be done, he came in hard, powerful pulses that took over his senses, blocking out vision and hearing and eventually consciousness.

He woke to find himself unbound and comfortably snug under the a quilt Vig must have found in the guest room. Viggo was sitting where Sean had been earlier, leaning back against the headboard, contemplating the two ties, wrapping them around his palms and wrists, thinking, muttering occasionally.

"She can't have them, Vig," Sean said stubbornly.

Viggo looked over at him and smiled.

Sean's tie

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Okay...just saw this pop on my flist. I was like, "August 2? What the hell is...OH! She didn't!" and then I swallowed a squeee and went under the desk. Literally. Had completely folded at the waist and was seeing if while seated one's head can touch one's toes. Will likely be unable to comment when I read this, so am thanking you muchly now. I'll see if I can scrape together some braincells post-reading to thank you again later.

*bounces muchly and tacklesmooches you to death*

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