Drabble X's 9
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archetTitle: In the Keeping
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: R
Summary: Things end, and begin again.
Disclaimer: this is pure fiction and implies nothing as to the real lives of the drop dead gorgeous men who are the inspirations for these characters.
Note: nine linked drabbles.
Feedback: most appreciated!
Archive: my LJ, Rugbytackle
:::---:::
When it ended it ended badly. There was shouting and accusations, name calling, promises to leave and never come back, and once that was over there was the door slamming and God help him, there was the tears. For the first time in years he reached for a bottle to get through the moment, only the moment had come and gone and he was left sitting on his couch at four in the afternoon, bottle in one hand, nothing in the another.
He sat and waited for something to break the absolute silence. When nothing did he drank some more.
:::---:::
He got as far as London before his anger ran out. Later he wouldn’t remember how he made it back to his house, but he did. He told himself he knew how to handle endings, he’d certainly had his share, but this ending had broken something open inside him. He was afraid it was something that couldn’t be mended. He checked his answering machine, was surprised there were no messages, at least, not from the person he’d expected. He checked his mobile’s voice mail. Nothing.
He wondered if maybe what he’d thought they’d had wasn’t worth fighting for after all.
:::---:::
People do stupid things when they’re hurt and angry. Viggo understood that but understanding didn’t make his hangover hurt any less. He wandered around his house and everywhere he went he saw things that hurt him. A scrawled note on the frig about the Blades’ match on Friday. A pair of faded jeans. That damned, frayed and rumpled blue sweater. He would’ve gone into town but he figured that since he couldn’t walk a straight line he couldn’t drive in one, either. He felt misplaced, uncomfortable in his own home, and he understood why.
It just wasn’t home without Sean.
:::---:::
The phone rang. Sean buried his face in the couch cushions, waited through four rings and listened without wanting to as the machine clicked on. His recorded greeting sounded off and then, silence. Sean pushed himself up off the couch, rubbed at the cramp in his neck, listened. Whoever was calling hadn’t hung up. Before he could decide whether or not to answer, his mobile beeped from between the couch cushions. Sean looked from one phone to the other, suddenly Viggo’s voice sounded out from the answering machine’s tiny speaker.
“Sean, please, just answer at least one of your phones.”
:::---:::
In the end Viggo asked Sean to come home, and by the end of the week, Sean did. That first day they did nothing but make love, but by the next morning they were arguing again, though this time Viggo made certain Sean knew that if he walked out Viggo was coming after him. Sean went quiet and still, when Viggo asked what was wrong Sean asked him if he’d meant what he said. Viggo went to him, put his hands on Sean’s hips, pressed him against the wall, growled. “I’ll always come after you. I’ll always fight for you.”
:::---:::
Suddenly Sean couldn’t meet Viggo’s eyes. When was the last time someone had promised to hold onto him? When was the last time someone had promised not to let go when the going got rough? Sean didn’t know. Maybe never. Maybe it’d been so long since he’d had something good work out for him, he’d forgotten how to let himself hope for it. Viggo felt good against him, felt bloody brilliant pressing him into the wall and suddenly Sean wanted to believe again. He took Viggo’s face in his hands. “Promise me you’ll take me, promise me you’ll keep me.”
:::---:::
Viggo took Sean, took him hard against the wall, fucked him into the oak paneling until Sean was cursing, coming. When he found his breath again Viggo unwrapped Sean’s leg from around his waist, undressed him, pressed reverent kisses to each inch of skin revealed. He led Sean to the bedroom and soon was taking him again, sliding inside and nothing was between them but heat and sweat. Viggo made love to Sean as if it would be the last time he ever would do, and then he held him close, and finally, despite being exhausted, they began to talk.
:::---:::
They talked long into the night; bodies twined together, Viggo’s leg slung over Sean’s, Viggo’s arms wrapping him up as Sean finally told Viggo of his fears. Told him all the things he’d held inside. It surprised him how good it felt to let it all go, and he wondered when that had become so easy. Viggo laughed, said maybe they’d finally gotten the stupidity fucked out of their systems, and then Viggo told him other things, deeply private things that left Sean breathless.
This time it was Sean that growled. “You’re mine, and I’m bloody well fighting for you.”
:::---:::
Days slipped by, and Viggo felt things begin to change. They talked to one another, instead of at one another. Sean learned to share his doubts, his fears. Viggo remembered to listen when he did, to let him know what it meant to him that Sean trusted him so intimately. From their ending they began again, and Viggo fell impossibly deeper in love, something he didn’t think himself capable of. Viggo kept his promises. He went after Sean, took him and kept him and in return Sean did the same and somewhere in the keeping they built a life, together.
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: R
Summary: Things end, and begin again.
Disclaimer: this is pure fiction and implies nothing as to the real lives of the drop dead gorgeous men who are the inspirations for these characters.
Note: nine linked drabbles.
Feedback: most appreciated!
Archive: my LJ, Rugbytackle
:::---:::
When it ended it ended badly. There was shouting and accusations, name calling, promises to leave and never come back, and once that was over there was the door slamming and God help him, there was the tears. For the first time in years he reached for a bottle to get through the moment, only the moment had come and gone and he was left sitting on his couch at four in the afternoon, bottle in one hand, nothing in the another.
He sat and waited for something to break the absolute silence. When nothing did he drank some more.
:::---:::
He got as far as London before his anger ran out. Later he wouldn’t remember how he made it back to his house, but he did. He told himself he knew how to handle endings, he’d certainly had his share, but this ending had broken something open inside him. He was afraid it was something that couldn’t be mended. He checked his answering machine, was surprised there were no messages, at least, not from the person he’d expected. He checked his mobile’s voice mail. Nothing.
He wondered if maybe what he’d thought they’d had wasn’t worth fighting for after all.
:::---:::
People do stupid things when they’re hurt and angry. Viggo understood that but understanding didn’t make his hangover hurt any less. He wandered around his house and everywhere he went he saw things that hurt him. A scrawled note on the frig about the Blades’ match on Friday. A pair of faded jeans. That damned, frayed and rumpled blue sweater. He would’ve gone into town but he figured that since he couldn’t walk a straight line he couldn’t drive in one, either. He felt misplaced, uncomfortable in his own home, and he understood why.
It just wasn’t home without Sean.
:::---:::
The phone rang. Sean buried his face in the couch cushions, waited through four rings and listened without wanting to as the machine clicked on. His recorded greeting sounded off and then, silence. Sean pushed himself up off the couch, rubbed at the cramp in his neck, listened. Whoever was calling hadn’t hung up. Before he could decide whether or not to answer, his mobile beeped from between the couch cushions. Sean looked from one phone to the other, suddenly Viggo’s voice sounded out from the answering machine’s tiny speaker.
“Sean, please, just answer at least one of your phones.”
:::---:::
In the end Viggo asked Sean to come home, and by the end of the week, Sean did. That first day they did nothing but make love, but by the next morning they were arguing again, though this time Viggo made certain Sean knew that if he walked out Viggo was coming after him. Sean went quiet and still, when Viggo asked what was wrong Sean asked him if he’d meant what he said. Viggo went to him, put his hands on Sean’s hips, pressed him against the wall, growled. “I’ll always come after you. I’ll always fight for you.”
:::---:::
Suddenly Sean couldn’t meet Viggo’s eyes. When was the last time someone had promised to hold onto him? When was the last time someone had promised not to let go when the going got rough? Sean didn’t know. Maybe never. Maybe it’d been so long since he’d had something good work out for him, he’d forgotten how to let himself hope for it. Viggo felt good against him, felt bloody brilliant pressing him into the wall and suddenly Sean wanted to believe again. He took Viggo’s face in his hands. “Promise me you’ll take me, promise me you’ll keep me.”
:::---:::
Viggo took Sean, took him hard against the wall, fucked him into the oak paneling until Sean was cursing, coming. When he found his breath again Viggo unwrapped Sean’s leg from around his waist, undressed him, pressed reverent kisses to each inch of skin revealed. He led Sean to the bedroom and soon was taking him again, sliding inside and nothing was between them but heat and sweat. Viggo made love to Sean as if it would be the last time he ever would do, and then he held him close, and finally, despite being exhausted, they began to talk.
:::---:::
They talked long into the night; bodies twined together, Viggo’s leg slung over Sean’s, Viggo’s arms wrapping him up as Sean finally told Viggo of his fears. Told him all the things he’d held inside. It surprised him how good it felt to let it all go, and he wondered when that had become so easy. Viggo laughed, said maybe they’d finally gotten the stupidity fucked out of their systems, and then Viggo told him other things, deeply private things that left Sean breathless.
This time it was Sean that growled. “You’re mine, and I’m bloody well fighting for you.”
:::---:::
Days slipped by, and Viggo felt things begin to change. They talked to one another, instead of at one another. Sean learned to share his doubts, his fears. Viggo remembered to listen when he did, to let him know what it meant to him that Sean trusted him so intimately. From their ending they began again, and Viggo fell impossibly deeper in love, something he didn’t think himself capable of. Viggo kept his promises. He went after Sean, took him and kept him and in return Sean did the same and somewhere in the keeping they built a life, together.
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Magnifico!
Date: 2005-05-03 01:25 am (UTC)Absolutely wonderful. I'd be hard-pressed to pick my favourite line, but this one jumped out at me:
......and Viggo fell impossibly deeper in love, something he didn’t think himself capable of.
Re: Magnifico!
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Date: 2005-05-03 03:35 am (UTC)i love the angst!!! fighting and reconciliation fics always makes me happy :) more please!!!
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Date: 2005-05-03 05:40 am (UTC)Tory
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Date: 2005-05-03 12:55 pm (UTC)Hope you don't mind I friend you.
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Date: 2005-05-04 02:35 am (UTC)No, I don't mind at all, ;)
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Date: 2005-05-03 01:21 pm (UTC)This is lovely. I have a total fetish for the left-behind item of clothing...
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Date: 2005-05-04 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-03 02:01 pm (UTC)~Kris
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Date: 2005-05-08 11:02 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2005-05-16 05:13 am (UTC)I've heard back about that job you mentioned some time ago, and I've been accepted! :)
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Date: 2005-05-28 05:12 am (UTC)I love this pair!
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