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Ficlet Title: Morning
Author: Archet
Pairing: RPS, Viggo/SeanB.
Rating: NC-17, for sexual situations.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and makes no claim as to being true in any way.
Summary: in the morning, Viggo decides to hold on.
Feedback: yes, please
Archive: Rubytacking, my LJ, anyone else interested please ask.
Note: Helpful and excellent beta by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] tryllian and [livejournal.com profile] seleneheart. All mistakes and general weirdness is my doing.


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Though he hadn’t stepped foot outside his bed, Viggo could tell it was a beautiful morning. Sunlight angled in through the open window, warming the bedroom by degrees, filling the sheer drapes with a golden glow. The shadows of the windowpane frames lay grey against the sheers as they wafted on a bare breeze, patterns of lines that might have interested Viggo had he not been otherwise distracted. The night had been a long one, leaving him aching in the unlikeliest, most delicious places.


Beside him, Sean lay seemingly boneless on his belly, so deeply asleep that he wasn’t even snoring or trying to hoard the comforter. Viggo had awakened at dawn, had watched the sunlight slowly fill the room and inch over the foot of the bed to gild Sean’s toes where they just peeked from underneath the rumpled, blue coverlet. Sean, in his sprawl that attempted to encompass the entire right side of the mattress, but at the same time curl around Viggo, hadn’t registered the sunrise, the cool breeze slipping in the window, or the sunlight on his toes.


Viggo had noticed though, and now he lay very still, watched Sean dream and admitted to himself that he wasn’t prepared for this to end. He wanted more mornings like this, and more nights like last night where he and Sean had stumbled into Viggo’s bedroom, hands busy with each other’s clothes and laughing between kisses, where Sean had suddenly whispered Viggo’s name and had made it a name of need and want and desire.


They had been together before, a handful of nights that had found them reaching for one another out of mutual attraction and loneliness. There had been no talk of promises and it had been easy, so easy with Sean, being friends who fucked, but underneath the laughter there sparked a startling intensity that neither of them had ever mentioned. Yet, in all those nights Viggo had never seen Sean’s eyes so dark, so green, as they were last night, had never had heard Sean sound so hungry to be claimed.


Viggo’s eyes slid shut at the memory of how his fingers had tightened hard on Sean’s hips, remembering his thought that there would be bruises, that he wanted there to be, and it had all been pure reaction to the sound of his name sliding over Sean’s lips. In all the times they’d shared, Viggo had never seen Sean need him so, had never heard such undiluted desire from his friend. Suddenly Viggo had dared hope that Sean might be offering more than his body, or his friendship.


Sean must have read the emotions on Viggo’s face, for he’d whispered Viggo’s name again without being asked, and the sound of that voice breathing such desire into one word had set something aflame in Viggo. He’d pushed Sean towards the bed, then down on it, stripping him as they went, relishing the rip-snap as thread popped and buttons flew, relished the feel of Sean’s strong, lean body buck beneath him.


Then Viggo demanded his name. He had wanted to hear it again, wanted to see the look in Sean’s eyes when he gave it. Sean had obeyed and had given him what he was seeking, but this time along with the desire there was a challenge riding the rough syllables.


Now, his skin flushed with the memory of that low, husky voice, Viggo opened his eyes and looked at Sean. He remembered so clearly how the eager, familiar slide of skin on skin had become electric between them, how he had ached last night to have Sean, to be with him, inside him, burn him the way Viggo had been burned with just a word, a name. He’d been filled with need, with greed, until all that he could think of was of getting to Sean, of holding Sean down and leaving his mark on him.


It had felt like instinct and Viggo had set about marking his lover without asking permission, and Sean, naked and sweating had gloried in the rough, claiming touch. He’d pushed and pulled, demanded and asked all at once for what he wanted, needed, deserved with the arch of his back, the nip of his teeth, the rake of his fingers. He’d grappled and torn at Viggo’s shirt until he’d found bare skin. He’d nipped, clutched and sucked and demanded point blank with that thick, accented tone that had always reached out and grabbed Viggo down low, even in the beginning, to be fucked, right there, right now and right hard, dammit.


Viggo hadn’t failed him, and once he’d made it inside Sean, sheathed by that tight heat, riding that incredible strength, his friend and lover, the scale of his need tipped hard and he’d fucked Sean. Fucked him halfway across the mattress with merciless thrusts, not stopping for gentle kisses or caresses, not stopping until the orgasm came and ripped words from his mouth that he’d wanted to say for days and that now, by the light of day, he wasn’t sure Sean had even heard.


In the tumble back to awareness, lying collapsed against Sean’s sweat slicked chest, Viggo had known that he didn’t want this to end, and he’d dared hope Sean didn’t want it to end either. This wasn’t just about loneliness and friendly fucking, or about needing to be fucked, not anymore. It hadn’t been for a while, Viggo had been sure of it last night and he thought now, lying still and watching his lover sleep, that maybe Sean knew it too and that’s why they’d never talked about it.


They hadn’t talked about what would happen when Sean went home. They hadn’t discussed anything past green, lush New Zealand where Sean had once drawn Viggo down into the shadow of the makeup trailer and kissed him for what had seemed like hours. Now, Viggo hoped that they would talk about what was happening between them, and the just thought of it set his heart to pounding.


Viggo reluctantly glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, and saw that they still had a couple of hours before being due back on the set. He wished it were a couple of days instead. He wanted to preserve this, the morning, he wanted to hold it steady and still and just linger in it for as long as he possibly could, and the urge nearly sent him hunting for his old friend, his camera. He wanted to take Sean’s picture as he was now, in Viggo’s bed with mussed hair, wearing nothing but sunlight and the marks Viggo had put on him.


Turning the idea of photographing Sean over in his head, Viggo reached out and slowly tugged the rumpled coverlet down past the small of Sean’s back, already plotting the best angles. There were so many. Viggo lay still, fingers curled into the hem of the comforter and looked a long while and considered. The idea was a good one, it would give him something of their time together that he could literally take out and look at any time he wanted after Sean had gone.


Propping himself up on one elbow, Viggo reached out and coaxed the dark coverlet down another six inches, over the sweet swell of Sean’s rear. Sean’s skin bore dark smudges in places. Viggo stared at his own fingerprints and the sight of them sent goosebumps rising across his flesh.


No photographs, period, and the thought was sudden, immediate and crucial. No photographs, ever. Not of this, not when just anyone might happen upon them. Not when Viggo wanted this sight for his eyes only. His eyes. Only.


The feeling of possessiveness crested strong and sudden, but it wasn’t that surprising. Viggo breathed deep, let the emotion wash over him and embraced it for what it was.


It was just as well, photographs wouldn’t do this sight justice. Film would never capture the way the morning light, now truly streaming into the bedroom, playing across Sean’s fair skin. On film the red marks tripping across Sean’s back would lose their heat, their voice. These angry looking marks had been laid down in desire, had been made by Viggo and anger had nothing to do with it, and he doubted a photograph could convey what that meant. Mere pictures would pale next to what he knew as the real thing.


Still, Viggo’s thoughts lingered on his camera. Perhaps photographing Sean would help him gain perspective and that might be a good thing. It was hard to think clearly of tomorrow and the day after when Sean’s long, warm body lay so close. When the hope inside him threatened to break loose and make him wake Sean with the reckless words of the night before.


Viggo sighed, stretched out, eased his naked body even closer to Sean and rested his head on the corner of Sean’s pillow, nearly sharing Sean’s breath. It was a quiet, beautiful morning, and it couldn’t last. The sun would climb overhead, the morning would age into afternoon and the gold blanketing Sean would fade long before that. They both would return to work and spend long hours being other people, and pretending they hadn’t spent the night in one another’s arms, again.


Another night would fall and Viggo hoped, if possible, it would find him with Sean, but for now he only wanted to watch Sean sleep, to hear Sean breathe beside him, to feel him. With that thought his hand wandered to Sean’s back, then to a smooth shoulder blade before slipping down to the dip at the base of Sean’s spine. Viggo pressed his palm there and luxuriated in the warmth and power that one small spot had for him.


Careful not to tickle too much, keeping only the pads of his fingers against warm skin and bypassing the reddening marks left behind by his hands and stubble and teeth, Viggo let his fingers drift light and warm across Sean like the visiting sunlight. He let his fingers brush across the short beard Sean had grown for Boromir, then traced the arch of an eyebrow. He carded his fingers through soft, dark blond hair touched with bright morning highlights and was nearly surprised when his fingers didn’t come away smudged with gold.


Just then Sean stirred, perhaps finally registering the feather light touch, or the day’s mounting warmth against his skin, but when he moved it was only to rub his cheek against the pillow with a bare, contended sigh. In sleep his lips parted slightly, invitingly, and Viggo, keeping his fingers moving soothingly in Sean’s hair, closed the last little distance and pressed his lips against Sean’s sleep-soft mouth. Still bound in dreams Sean was slow to respond, but the presence of a warm body, and warm lips against his own, shifted him toward Viggo, and he reached out clumsily.


Viggo swiped his tongue across Sean’s lips, his fingers tightening in hair barely long enough to grasp and hold. Tilting Sean’s head back he gloried in the sheer pliability that he would’ve had to work for and earn were Sean truly awake. Keeping his grip light but firm in Sean’s hair, Viggo tongued Sean’s sleepy, wet-warm mouth lazily, only pausing when Sean mumbled sleepy nonsense that bordered on wakefulness. Viggo chuckled against his lover’s slick lips, then kept still until Sean fell quiet, warm and relaxed beneath his hand once more.


Viggo thought again that no photograph could possibly match this, Sean sleeping and marked and simply his.


He knew too, that soon he’d have to let go no matter how his fingers held tight in Sean’s hair, or how many kisses he’d stolen for his own from Sean’s lips. He knew that the sun would set on their island again, one more day would pass, and that before long Boromir’s scenes would be filmed and stored, and Sean would go home. But Viggo could hold tight to what he had while he had it. He could hold tight to the way Sean had said his name, to his words that Sean might, or might not have heard, and he intended hold onto the morning as long as it lasted, though it was already fading.


The flood of sunlight had abated somewhat, the sun having ridden higher outside the window, the angle of its rays shifting and losing some of their brilliance in his bedroom, though really, Viggo didn’t care overmuch. For now, this morning, he only wanted to watch Sean sleep. He wanted to lie quiet and collect his kisses and let the morning recede because for a while longer, Sean would be there, in his bed.


Viggo wanted to keep his lover, and the morning, for just a little while longer. Soon enough he’d wake Sean with his hands and mouth and time willing, they’d make slow, sleepy love once more before returning to Middle Earth, but for now Viggo was content to watch. They’d have to talk sometime, but for now he would touch and kiss and just breathe, and let himself linger in the moment and know that no matter what he would hold on, for as long as Sean let him.

Date: 2004-02-09 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jenmstar.livejournal.com
That was one of the best pieces I have read in a long time. Strong and subtle and even a little something to lighten the mood now and then (Sean's toes poking out of the covers *g*). This was fantastic. Hope there is more of this kind.

Re:

Date: 2004-02-09 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
You're too kind, thanks so much! I'm glad you liked the Sean!toes, and that they lightened the mood. They were a favorite of mine. *g* As for more V/S, I don't have any in the works at the moment, but with these two, it's only a matter of time. ;)

Thanks for reading!

Date: 2004-02-09 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ozcmom.livejournal.com
Ah, lovely, thank you for sharing. Could feel the heat from the sun, and was wondering just whether or not Vig would succumb to temptation and 'awaken' Sean.
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Date: 2004-02-10 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ozcmom.livejournal.com
[quietly claps hands with glee, coughs, settles and says calmly]

Oh good! Look forward to it.

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Date: 2004-02-10 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
Thanks for letting me know you liked! Viggo hasn't succumbed to the temptation to wake Sean just yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if he does in the near future.

Date: 2004-02-09 08:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loyaldreamer.livejournal.com
Very nice story *g* Thanks for sharing it...I love all the imagery and photographer minded things, and ahh Sean asleep and being watched makes me flash to Woman's Guide to Adultury ;)

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Date: 2004-02-10 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked!

and ahh Sean asleep and being watched makes me flash to Woman's Guide to Adultury ;)

I haven't seen that movie, am thinking maybe I should. ;)

Date: 2004-02-09 08:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cerulean_eyes.livejournal.com
nothing better than posessive Viggo. No nothing indeed. Well, maybe contemplation on how photography, no matter how good, can capture the real beauty - at least that's my own belief.

Very very well done. I like the subtleness of the piece... lovely.

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Date: 2004-02-10 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
nothing better than posessive Viggo

I agree! Thanks for reading and letting me know you enjoyed. ;)

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Date: 2004-02-10 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cerulean_eyes.livejournal.com
*looks at her own comment* i was so off my head or something. that was meant to be "CAN'T capture.." =___=

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Date: 2004-02-13 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
No worries! I didn't even notice myself. *g*

Date: 2004-02-09 09:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shrinetolust.livejournal.com
This was beautiful, simply beautiful. You caught me and held me, and like Viggo, I didn't want to let go of the morning. I adore fics that linger so lovingly on all the little details, and I loved the moments of such reverence, like when Viggo half-expected his hands to come away with gold on them. Breathtaking.

The descriptions are so vivid, I could see the patterns of sunlight and feel the warmth, and I was treasuring Sean's beauty.

And oooh, the hot, needy sex. So erotic, and yet tinged with the slightest angst, wondering if they would ever talk, wondering how long it could go on.

So happy to have been treated to such a wonderful piece!!

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Date: 2004-02-10 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked Viggo and his need to linger. I loved the idea of him watching Sean sleep, of touching Sean and needing to memorize his lover. I'm glad to hear the angst wasn't too intrusive, though it's definitely there.

Thank you so much for your lovely comments, :)

Date: 2004-02-09 09:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elfing.livejournal.com
This is so beautiful, and I think it's the sublte attention to detail and charactering that really makes it work as well as it does... despite the memories of them fucking, and the way Viggo marked Sean, it's still a lovely quiet piece.

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Date: 2004-02-10 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
The idea was for a quiet, warm Viggo!worshippingSean fic. *g* I'm glad that you liked it, and that it seemed to all flow ok. Thanks for reading!

Date: 2004-02-09 10:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liars-dance.livejournal.com
Lovely piece. Beautifully written and so well paced. What I particularly liked was that the detail and images were consistent throughout - no superficial sections, no empty patches, no quick finish. Thankyou so much - it's gone in my memory file.

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Date: 2004-02-10 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm so glad you found the imagery and details to be even handed and that they didn't go overboard.

Thankyou so much - it's gone in my memory file.

*hugs* I'm glad you liked it enough to want to save it, and thanks again for letting me know you enjoyed. It's appreciated!

Date: 2004-02-09 10:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] littlevagabond.livejournal.com
Aw, just wonderful! So very erotic and sweet at the same time. :-) I enjoyed this story very very much, the style is excellent. I feel happy now. - The two are so cute together. Thanks for sharing.

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Date: 2004-02-10 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
I'm glad it put you into a good mood! And that you found it both erotic and sweet, ;) Thanks so much for letting me know you liked.

Date: 2004-02-09 12:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] cinzia.livejournal.com
Lovely, lovely, lovely! So many beautiful images (I so can hear artist!Viggo's voice... He carded his fingers through soft, dark blond hair touched with bright morning highlights and was nearly surprised when his fingers didn't come away smudged with gold *melt*) and Viggo holding on, treasuring every moment, every touch... I like his thoughts about not photographing Sean, too--they make perfect sense (and explain so much *g*)

I love morning!fics, and this one is just brilliant. Sweet and soft and quiet and just. Oh. So good. *loves it*

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Date: 2004-02-10 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
I like his thoughts about not photographing Sean, too--they make perfect sense (and explain so much *g*)

I'm glad! They seemed to make sense at the time. ;) I tend to favor Viggo as being just a tad possessive of his Bean. *g*

Thank you so much for reading and letting me know what you thought. I'm glad you enjoyed! *hugs*

Date: 2004-02-09 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yehnica.livejournal.com
Such powerful imagery without any resort to flowery language. It just flows naturally and leaves you with a sense of... Content melancholy?

I particularly love this line: Viggo wanted to keep his lover, and the morning, for just a little while longer. So accepting and sad all at once. Thank you.

*not very coherent yet - no coffee*

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Date: 2004-02-10 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
It just flows naturally and leaves you with a sense of... Content melancholy?

Oh yes, he's far to happy to remain in the moment, but is a little sad at what might, or might not, happen between them.

Thanks so much for your feedback!

*not very coherent yet - no coffee*

Not to worry, I'm barely coherent most of the time. ;)

Date: 2004-02-09 09:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] milochka.livejournal.com
Absolutely beautiful -- thank you!

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Date: 2004-02-10 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed, ;)

Date: 2004-02-09 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lamath.livejournal.com
Mmmmm... Such wonderful imagery! I can see this perfectly in my head! *swoon*

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Date: 2004-02-10 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you liked the imagery. It was definitely a lot of fun to imagine. *g*
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Date: 2004-02-13 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
And you inspired me to write a morning fic of my own, except A and B.

There's no better compliment than that. Thanks so much! And I've just read your A/B and am still smiling. So much A/B hotness, loved it! ;)

On Sean and Viggo

Date: 2004-03-29 04:39 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
More, More, More, I love the fact that these two are so in love. I do agree it's beautifully written, and there should be more stories on these two. Thank you for the story :)

Re: On Sean and Viggo

Date: 2004-04-01 10:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] archet.livejournal.com
Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked the fic, I agree that there should be more stories on V/S. ;)

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