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Finally am updating this series! Sincere apologies to those who asked for an ending way back when and are only just now getting one, if anyone remembers this after so long! Hope you enjoy, ;)
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (5.2/5.2)
Title: Hanging Gardens
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: NC & 17
Summary: a trip to the hospital, and finally saying the words.
Disclaimer: this is fiction, for entertainment purposes only and in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Note: Find parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5.1 are here: Scrubbing Bubbles, In Season , Causality of Circumstance and Herbs, Beds and Lovers , Hanging Gardens 5.1
Archive: My LJ, Rugbytackle
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
Warnings: none really that the rating above doesn’t cover...sap, attempts at hotness.
~*~
In the end it amounted to a spectacular lump on the back of Sean’s head. That and two and a half hours spent languishing in the nearest emergency room. The bleeding stopped a half hour into the wait and Sean started growling pretty soon after that, but Viggo would not be budged.
“A licensed physician is going to tell me one way or another whether or not I’ve fucking concussed you, so just get used to it.” His voice was low and worried, leaving no room for argument.
Sean scowled, glared and all around made an ass of himself but eventually sat back in his chair and waited. On some level that wasn’t worrying over brain swelling and concussions and skull fractures, Viggo thought something else swam just under the surface of Sean’s irritation because if Sean wanted to leave, he would have. As it was he stayed put and something in Viggo’s chest ached, just a little, but in a good way.
Not long after the worst of the growling had faded, Sean was examined and cleared. No concussion or fracture, just a nice lump, a couple of stitches and a whale of a headache setting in. A prescription for a mild painkiller was given and quickly filled at the nearest pharmacist. Viggo took care of this as efficiently as possible while Sean waited in the car. Honestly, Vig was prepared for a renewal and intensification of the growling but as soon as Sean downed a couple of the small white pills and they were back in the car and headed home, his lover stretched out in the seat, tilted his head against the window, and fell asleep.
Driving along, Viggo kept one eye on the road and one eye on Sean. It wasn’t long before his right hand drifted off the wheel and onto Sean’s thigh. He kept his touch light, gentle, only wanting Sean’s warmth beneath his hand for a moment, not looking to disturb. The city fell behind fast and as the sun burned bright in the afternoon sky Viggo reached out, brushed the backs of his fingers against Sean’s cheek, just let his hand linger. Another small touch, but Viggo was compelled to keep the connection and it wasn’t until a couple miles slid by that he lowered his hand.
Getting home seemed to take longer than usual, but before long Viggo had the car smoothly down the drive. He pulled as near to the house as he could manage. Sean was easily shaken awake, and made no comment as Viggo ushered him inside and straight to bed. He complained of a headache still, but summoned up a bit of snark when Viggo started untying his shoes.
“Bloody hell, I’m not an invalid.”
Viggo ignored the comment, and after a moment Sean eased back against the pillows, suddenly pliant. Viggo smiled and rubbed Sean’s bare feet, pleased at the contented noise the attention earned, and after a few minuets noted the complete stillness of Sean’s body. Asleep again, and Viggo murmured in satisfaction as he set about stripping off Sean’s clothes. That was something he was well practiced at, and soon his sleeping lover was naked on his bed . . . their bed?
Viggo’s gaze moved lovingly down over the smooth pale skin, and he felt the familiar hunger inside, and something else, something deeper . . . something more. He pulled the blankets up, reluctantly, then shed his own clothes and slid into bed, eased his bare body against Sean’s warm side, his arm slipping across Sean’s waist.
For a long they both lay still, Sean sleeping and Viggo, not sleeping. He wasn’t tired, even after the day they’d had, and his cock was hard. He wanted Sean, wanted inside him, to love him . . . maybe even wanted to tell him so, but . . . Vig moved, angled his hips away from Sean so he would not feel the hunger in him. At least, he tried.
“Don’t.” Sean’s voice came rough, though not with sleep as he hadn’t been resting that long.
“It’s ok.” Viggo whispered, not entirely certain just why he whispered, but he did all the same.
“It bloody well isn’t,” Sean growled, snaked out a hand under the covers and latched onto Viggo’s hip. “Want you.”
Viggo rose to one elbow, smoothed his hand up Sean’s arm, gazed down at Sean’s face in the glimmer of golden light that slipped in past the drawn curtains.
“Sean.”
“Vig.”
Viggo grinned, shook his head. “You’re just back from the hospital.” He reached up and brushed back blonde hair from Sean’s forehead. “We shouldn’t.”
Sean’s eyes closed briefly, then opened. “Feel better, head hardly even hurts. Please, want you, love.”
Viggo stared, and those clear green eyes stared back. Sean moved, brought their bodies to slide together and Viggo let out a breath as his cock throbbed. “Please, inside me.” The soft, rough quality of Sean’s tone had Viggo grinding down despite his best intentions.
“Sean, I-“
“Viggo. I need you,” and Sean arched, offered his body to his lover so openly, so freely. Viggo carded fingers through Sean’s hair, tilted his head back and looked hard into his eyes. What he saw there conquered him, and he slide atop Sean, groaning as the long legs opened, welcomed him.
“Lube,” he all but gasped, and reached to the beside table. Breathtaking moments passed as Sean moved sensuously under him, and soon Viggo had his fingers slicked. He slid one, two, three inside Sean’s ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Sean blurted, sounded startled almost and Viggo nudged his legs farther apart, settled himself between them to watch his beautiful lover buck.
Viggo wanted to fuck Sean, drive balls deep inside and nail him to the mattress. The hunger rose in him, brought sweat breaking out over his body even as Sean’s skin started to gleam with it. He ignored his hunger, but spent long minutes stretching Sean’s hole, stroking and pleasuring him. His breathtaking body arched and shuddered under Viggo’s care, and he moaned Viggo’s name.
“Viggo, bloody fucking god, I-” the words faltered, stopped altogether as Viggo rocked his fingers, as he stared into Sean’s eyes.
“I’ve got you, just enjoy it,” Viggo whispered again, the heat of his own hunger hard to deny, but he pushed it back for the moment as to watch his beautiful lover twist on his fingers. How long he stroked Sean from the inside out, watched his beautiful arch and buck, Viggo didn’t know, but at last he withdrew his fingers. Sean gasped, shivered as Viggo moved up his body, kissing and licking, leaving gentle nips over his belly, his nipples, the line of his arched throat.
Viggo growled as Sean’s legs wrapped around his waist, tilted his ass up to be taken. “Sean, god,” Viggo breathed, then drew down and took Sean’s mouth. Their mouths slanted together and Sean opened to him, offered his entire self and a shiver rocketed down Viggo’s spine, because he knew in that moment, he loved Sean more than he could say.
They eased apart, stared at one another in the low light, close enough to share each other’s breath. “Sean . . .”
Sean arched up, all heat and need. “Please, Vig, inside me.”
Viggo nodded, reached down and guided his leaking, aching cock to Sean’s prepped hole. He pressed forward, barely, and stared into Sean. “Say it, love, just once more.”
Sean’s entire body shuddered, his hands clenched Viggo’s shoulders. “Please, Vig.”
Viggo’s first thrust seated him balls deep inside Sean. Both men moaned, and Viggo cursed as he pulled out and eased back inside, glorying in the shaky cry Sean gave him. Sean bucked, his fingers curling hard into Viggo’s skin, and they never broke eye contact as Viggo started a slow, deep and gentle rhythm. Sean called his name, panted and twisted under him, and Viggo’s body shook with the restraint of not just pounding him until he screamed. Their bodies moved as one, their eyes locked, and Viggo spoke, the words falling like indecent prayers from his lips.
“So good, god, Sean, so sweet and tight . . . and all for me, mine to fuck, mine to love, so fucking hot, tight . . . gonna come so hard, gonna love you so deep, put my seed in you.”
Viggo’s hips moved faster, pace growing harder, restraint breaking down under the consuming press of passion. Sean moaned, bucked and took it all, his mouth open and panting, his eyes gleaming.
“Want your come, want all of you, Vig, ah, fuck . . . Vig!”
Viggo wrapped his arms around Sean’s bent legs, forced them even farther up, and nothing would keep him from taking this man, his Sean. His hips pumped, faster, harder, leaving slow and gentle behind as their bodies slapped together. Sean’s moans turned to cries, pleading cries and Viggo drank them in, took Sean’s mouth and swallowed the noises that were his to drink down.
“Come, come now, Sean. Give it to me!” Viggo howled, and he grinned wolfishly as Sean’s eyes glazed over, his mouth open in a rough cry as Viggo’s hips pistoned, drove his hard long cock deep inside. Liquid heat splashed between them and Viggo lost it, grapped Sean’s hips in his hands and fucked down as deep as he could go. Again, again, again and fuck, the pleasure exploded inside him, inside Sean. Viggo’s body went rigid, his eyes stared into Sean’s as he pumped his seed deep inside. They both felt it pulsing, filling Sean up, they both moaned.
At last the clench of pleasure eased, and Viggo collapsed, remembered at the last moment to roll to the side. He took Sean with him, kept their bodies joined and sought Sean’s mouth out blindly. They kissed, deeply, sloppily, at last pulling apart to breathe. Viggo hooked his leg over Sean’s, brushed sweat-wet hair back from Sean’s face.
“Jesus. Fuck. Did I hurt you?”
Sean grinned, answered breathlessly, “What do you fucking think?”
They laughed together, and Viggo finally pulled out of Sean’s delicious heat, quickly got his arms around his lover and pulled him close. They lay quietly for some time, until Viggo spoke into the air, heavy with warmth and the scent of their sex.
“So . . . we going to do this, then?”
Sean’s eyes fastened on Viggo’s, and he stroked his hands down Vig’s sweaty back. “Yeah, looks like.”
Viggo grinned, covered Sean’s mouth with his, tongued him hard and deep. Drawing back at last, he embraced the emotion rising inside him. “Love you, you know.”
Sean smiled, and Viggo knew, he’d do anything to keep earning that smile. “I know.”
Seconds passed, slow and heavy between them. Finally, Viggo prompted. “Well?”
“Mmm?” Sean replied, sounding rather sleepy . . . and rather exaggeratedly, Viggo thought. He rose up, looked down at Sean’s face, his heart stopping smiling eyes. “Excuse me?”
Sean grinned, slid his hands down Viggo’s back. “Love you, too, wanker. As if you didn’t already know.”
“Bastard!” Viggo accused, but grinned down at Sean, happier than he could remember being. Sean laughed out loud, gasped audibly as Viggo rolled them to the side, his hands curving greedily over Sean’s ass, fingers kneading.
“My Sean,” he breathed, and took a kiss, filled with the knowledge that he’d do anything to keep this, his Sean, warm and safe, happy and laughing in his arms.
Series: Domesticity, After a Fashion (5.2/5.2)
Title: Hanging Gardens
Author: Archet
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: NC & 17
Summary: a trip to the hospital, and finally saying the words.
Disclaimer: this is fiction, for entertainment purposes only and in no way implies anything as to the real lives to the lovely men who are inspirations for these characters.
Note: Find parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5.1 are here: Scrubbing Bubbles, In Season , Causality of Circumstance and Herbs, Beds and Lovers , Hanging Gardens 5.1
Archive: My LJ, Rugbytackle
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
Warnings: none really that the rating above doesn’t cover...sap, attempts at hotness.
~*~
In the end it amounted to a spectacular lump on the back of Sean’s head. That and two and a half hours spent languishing in the nearest emergency room. The bleeding stopped a half hour into the wait and Sean started growling pretty soon after that, but Viggo would not be budged.
“A licensed physician is going to tell me one way or another whether or not I’ve fucking concussed you, so just get used to it.” His voice was low and worried, leaving no room for argument.
Sean scowled, glared and all around made an ass of himself but eventually sat back in his chair and waited. On some level that wasn’t worrying over brain swelling and concussions and skull fractures, Viggo thought something else swam just under the surface of Sean’s irritation because if Sean wanted to leave, he would have. As it was he stayed put and something in Viggo’s chest ached, just a little, but in a good way.
Not long after the worst of the growling had faded, Sean was examined and cleared. No concussion or fracture, just a nice lump, a couple of stitches and a whale of a headache setting in. A prescription for a mild painkiller was given and quickly filled at the nearest pharmacist. Viggo took care of this as efficiently as possible while Sean waited in the car. Honestly, Vig was prepared for a renewal and intensification of the growling but as soon as Sean downed a couple of the small white pills and they were back in the car and headed home, his lover stretched out in the seat, tilted his head against the window, and fell asleep.
Driving along, Viggo kept one eye on the road and one eye on Sean. It wasn’t long before his right hand drifted off the wheel and onto Sean’s thigh. He kept his touch light, gentle, only wanting Sean’s warmth beneath his hand for a moment, not looking to disturb. The city fell behind fast and as the sun burned bright in the afternoon sky Viggo reached out, brushed the backs of his fingers against Sean’s cheek, just let his hand linger. Another small touch, but Viggo was compelled to keep the connection and it wasn’t until a couple miles slid by that he lowered his hand.
Getting home seemed to take longer than usual, but before long Viggo had the car smoothly down the drive. He pulled as near to the house as he could manage. Sean was easily shaken awake, and made no comment as Viggo ushered him inside and straight to bed. He complained of a headache still, but summoned up a bit of snark when Viggo started untying his shoes.
“Bloody hell, I’m not an invalid.”
Viggo ignored the comment, and after a moment Sean eased back against the pillows, suddenly pliant. Viggo smiled and rubbed Sean’s bare feet, pleased at the contented noise the attention earned, and after a few minuets noted the complete stillness of Sean’s body. Asleep again, and Viggo murmured in satisfaction as he set about stripping off Sean’s clothes. That was something he was well practiced at, and soon his sleeping lover was naked on his bed . . . their bed?
Viggo’s gaze moved lovingly down over the smooth pale skin, and he felt the familiar hunger inside, and something else, something deeper . . . something more. He pulled the blankets up, reluctantly, then shed his own clothes and slid into bed, eased his bare body against Sean’s warm side, his arm slipping across Sean’s waist.
For a long they both lay still, Sean sleeping and Viggo, not sleeping. He wasn’t tired, even after the day they’d had, and his cock was hard. He wanted Sean, wanted inside him, to love him . . . maybe even wanted to tell him so, but . . . Vig moved, angled his hips away from Sean so he would not feel the hunger in him. At least, he tried.
“Don’t.” Sean’s voice came rough, though not with sleep as he hadn’t been resting that long.
“It’s ok.” Viggo whispered, not entirely certain just why he whispered, but he did all the same.
“It bloody well isn’t,” Sean growled, snaked out a hand under the covers and latched onto Viggo’s hip. “Want you.”
Viggo rose to one elbow, smoothed his hand up Sean’s arm, gazed down at Sean’s face in the glimmer of golden light that slipped in past the drawn curtains.
“Sean.”
“Vig.”
Viggo grinned, shook his head. “You’re just back from the hospital.” He reached up and brushed back blonde hair from Sean’s forehead. “We shouldn’t.”
Sean’s eyes closed briefly, then opened. “Feel better, head hardly even hurts. Please, want you, love.”
Viggo stared, and those clear green eyes stared back. Sean moved, brought their bodies to slide together and Viggo let out a breath as his cock throbbed. “Please, inside me.” The soft, rough quality of Sean’s tone had Viggo grinding down despite his best intentions.
“Sean, I-“
“Viggo. I need you,” and Sean arched, offered his body to his lover so openly, so freely. Viggo carded fingers through Sean’s hair, tilted his head back and looked hard into his eyes. What he saw there conquered him, and he slide atop Sean, groaning as the long legs opened, welcomed him.
“Lube,” he all but gasped, and reached to the beside table. Breathtaking moments passed as Sean moved sensuously under him, and soon Viggo had his fingers slicked. He slid one, two, three inside Sean’s ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Sean blurted, sounded startled almost and Viggo nudged his legs farther apart, settled himself between them to watch his beautiful lover buck.
Viggo wanted to fuck Sean, drive balls deep inside and nail him to the mattress. The hunger rose in him, brought sweat breaking out over his body even as Sean’s skin started to gleam with it. He ignored his hunger, but spent long minutes stretching Sean’s hole, stroking and pleasuring him. His breathtaking body arched and shuddered under Viggo’s care, and he moaned Viggo’s name.
“Viggo, bloody fucking god, I-” the words faltered, stopped altogether as Viggo rocked his fingers, as he stared into Sean’s eyes.
“I’ve got you, just enjoy it,” Viggo whispered again, the heat of his own hunger hard to deny, but he pushed it back for the moment as to watch his beautiful lover twist on his fingers. How long he stroked Sean from the inside out, watched his beautiful arch and buck, Viggo didn’t know, but at last he withdrew his fingers. Sean gasped, shivered as Viggo moved up his body, kissing and licking, leaving gentle nips over his belly, his nipples, the line of his arched throat.
Viggo growled as Sean’s legs wrapped around his waist, tilted his ass up to be taken. “Sean, god,” Viggo breathed, then drew down and took Sean’s mouth. Their mouths slanted together and Sean opened to him, offered his entire self and a shiver rocketed down Viggo’s spine, because he knew in that moment, he loved Sean more than he could say.
They eased apart, stared at one another in the low light, close enough to share each other’s breath. “Sean . . .”
Sean arched up, all heat and need. “Please, Vig, inside me.”
Viggo nodded, reached down and guided his leaking, aching cock to Sean’s prepped hole. He pressed forward, barely, and stared into Sean. “Say it, love, just once more.”
Sean’s entire body shuddered, his hands clenched Viggo’s shoulders. “Please, Vig.”
Viggo’s first thrust seated him balls deep inside Sean. Both men moaned, and Viggo cursed as he pulled out and eased back inside, glorying in the shaky cry Sean gave him. Sean bucked, his fingers curling hard into Viggo’s skin, and they never broke eye contact as Viggo started a slow, deep and gentle rhythm. Sean called his name, panted and twisted under him, and Viggo’s body shook with the restraint of not just pounding him until he screamed. Their bodies moved as one, their eyes locked, and Viggo spoke, the words falling like indecent prayers from his lips.
“So good, god, Sean, so sweet and tight . . . and all for me, mine to fuck, mine to love, so fucking hot, tight . . . gonna come so hard, gonna love you so deep, put my seed in you.”
Viggo’s hips moved faster, pace growing harder, restraint breaking down under the consuming press of passion. Sean moaned, bucked and took it all, his mouth open and panting, his eyes gleaming.
“Want your come, want all of you, Vig, ah, fuck . . . Vig!”
Viggo wrapped his arms around Sean’s bent legs, forced them even farther up, and nothing would keep him from taking this man, his Sean. His hips pumped, faster, harder, leaving slow and gentle behind as their bodies slapped together. Sean’s moans turned to cries, pleading cries and Viggo drank them in, took Sean’s mouth and swallowed the noises that were his to drink down.
“Come, come now, Sean. Give it to me!” Viggo howled, and he grinned wolfishly as Sean’s eyes glazed over, his mouth open in a rough cry as Viggo’s hips pistoned, drove his hard long cock deep inside. Liquid heat splashed between them and Viggo lost it, grapped Sean’s hips in his hands and fucked down as deep as he could go. Again, again, again and fuck, the pleasure exploded inside him, inside Sean. Viggo’s body went rigid, his eyes stared into Sean’s as he pumped his seed deep inside. They both felt it pulsing, filling Sean up, they both moaned.
At last the clench of pleasure eased, and Viggo collapsed, remembered at the last moment to roll to the side. He took Sean with him, kept their bodies joined and sought Sean’s mouth out blindly. They kissed, deeply, sloppily, at last pulling apart to breathe. Viggo hooked his leg over Sean’s, brushed sweat-wet hair back from Sean’s face.
“Jesus. Fuck. Did I hurt you?”
Sean grinned, answered breathlessly, “What do you fucking think?”
They laughed together, and Viggo finally pulled out of Sean’s delicious heat, quickly got his arms around his lover and pulled him close. They lay quietly for some time, until Viggo spoke into the air, heavy with warmth and the scent of their sex.
“So . . . we going to do this, then?”
Sean’s eyes fastened on Viggo’s, and he stroked his hands down Vig’s sweaty back. “Yeah, looks like.”
Viggo grinned, covered Sean’s mouth with his, tongued him hard and deep. Drawing back at last, he embraced the emotion rising inside him. “Love you, you know.”
Sean smiled, and Viggo knew, he’d do anything to keep earning that smile. “I know.”
Seconds passed, slow and heavy between them. Finally, Viggo prompted. “Well?”
“Mmm?” Sean replied, sounding rather sleepy . . . and rather exaggeratedly, Viggo thought. He rose up, looked down at Sean’s face, his heart stopping smiling eyes. “Excuse me?”
Sean grinned, slid his hands down Viggo’s back. “Love you, too, wanker. As if you didn’t already know.”
“Bastard!” Viggo accused, but grinned down at Sean, happier than he could remember being. Sean laughed out loud, gasped audibly as Viggo rolled them to the side, his hands curving greedily over Sean’s ass, fingers kneading.
“My Sean,” he breathed, and took a kiss, filled with the knowledge that he’d do anything to keep this, his Sean, warm and safe, happy and laughing in his arms.