After having dealt with a jittery nervousness all day long, Sean welcomed the falling night. The words Viggo had said earlier, kept playing themselves over and over in his head. It had made it hell to try and concentrate on where to move or what to say, when the same Viggo in full Aragorn mode was standing all too close. Sean was pretty sure that everybody on the set had known what he was thinking and he was happy to have been wearing make-up that concealed what he was sure had to be a permanent blush by now. And Peter had been watching them; Sean guessed that a confused Boromir and a smirking Aragorn wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for his movie.
But at last, the shoots and scenes were over for another day and evening darkness was pouring over the mountains. Sean had kept the light turned down low, and their house was a lacework of shadows and moonbeams.
He felt the presence of another just before strong hands curled around his shoulders. And as they slid down to his upper arms, Sean felt the pressure of a warm, solid body behind him.
“Don’t move,” Viggo’s voice purred in his ear and Sean shivered. The voice was his lover’s, undoubtedly, but the intonation, the accent…was all Aragorn.
Bowing his head slightly, showing his submission although not too much, Sean couldn’t resist leaning back, enjoying the feel of Viggo’s fully costumed body tightly against his own. He felt a strange pull of the character he was currently carrying around in his own head. Sean didn’t follow the method kind of acting, but he couldn’t deny that he got attached to the characters he portrayed, some more than others. Which explained the spice of rebellion in his surrender.
“Now, my beautiful golden love,” Viggo murmured, “I want you to undress yourself for me. Every bit of clothing, until I can touch all of you…”
In response Sean reached for the hem of the T-shirt he had on. Pulling it over his head, a thrill tingled through him as bare skin met the coarse fabric of Aragorn’s dark tunic. He felt the heady pull of letting go, and suddenly Sean couldn’t wait to be out of his clothes, letting Viggo turn him over, turn him into somebody else. Green eyes closed as Viggo/Aragorn’s hand dipped lower and undid the first buttons of the worn jeans Sean had on. Obeying the unspoken order, he moved quickly, removing the jeans, shoes and socks and not in the mood to linger, the black boxers.
“Perfect,” the familiar voice whispered into his ear again. “Only one thing missing, my love… Lift your arms for me.”
The leather had softened some by use, making it curve willingly around Sean’s wrist. He watched in fascination as the brace was fastened around his right wrist. Its twin was fastened around the other wrist. Holding his arms up, Sean studied the identical trees etched beautifully into the supple leather. He made a fist of both hands, and then turned the delicate underside of his wrists up, watching the buckles run over his skin.
This far his lover hadn’t done more than just touch him, which made Sean yearn for more.
“Lay down on the bed,” the words tickled his skin like a feather. “I want to see you.”
He moved languidly, every once in a while in a mood to tease, Sean made his way into the bed, stretching catlike on his back. Arms resting over his head with fingers just touching the headboard, Sean lifted his gaze to meet Viggo’s.
In the dimmed light Viggo’s eyes were shining. A small smile curved his lips. For a second he just looked. A breath, hovering on the verge of a sigh, escaped him.
“You truly are perfect, pet.”
He watched as Sean mirrored the smile.
“I’m going to have to make you mine.”
In a fluid motion Viggo drew Aragorn’s sword. Sean could immediately tell that it was the real sword, not one of the props made by someone in the crew. Light caught on the edge and raced along the steel.
“Close your eyes, my love.”
Green eyes fluttered shut and as the cold steel touched his chest, Sean’s breath caught in his throat. The tip of the sword was dragged downwards over his stomach until it was nearly touching the centre of his arousal. Heart racing, body on fire, Sean murmured a protest. He didn’t open his eyes, knowing fully well that if he watched his lover now, saw the possessive look in those wolf eyes, it would be his undoing.
The sword felt heavy against his skin, almost living as the metal absorbed his own heat. It started to move upwards, Sean bit his lip to no utter another sound. He was acutely aware of everything around him, the proximity of his Aragorn/Viggo…the lines blurring between the two, the feel of the bed and the blankets under him, the humid air as well as the fire raging in his veins and the deadly weapon exploring his body. The steel held a double-sided mouth that was not biting; Sean imagined that it tasted him, licking over his warm skin.
Undeterred by Sean’s thoughts, the blade continued to move upwards. Sean’s fingers curled around the bars of the headboard, body defying his will as his back arched upward. The tip of the sword rested against his breastbone for a slight second, then it was moved. It found the vulnerable hollow at the base of his throat.
Sean was pretty sure the world had stopped. He had forgotten how to breathe, moving restlessly as his body pleaded for more while the blade laid waiting at his exposed throat.
The sword lifted slightly from his chest, the tip of the blade pressed down. He had the time to register the sweet sting of metal slicing into the tin skin of his throat, before he was shocked into coming. Every muscle went rigid as pleasure tore into his flesh and mind, wiping out everything.
Everything except the other person in the room with him. Sean wasn’t sure, but he thought he had spoken Viggo’s name, but he didn’t know if the word had been equipped with sound. Or as some part of his brain insisted, the name had been Aragorn.
He came back to himself still in the bed, the sound of his own heavy breathing curling around his exhausted senses.
“Hey,” a soft voice said next to him, and Sean turned his head to find Viggo looking back at him. “I’ve never seen you do that before.”
“Yeah.” Sean had a strange feeling that he had melted into the bed and was now going to have to spend the rest of his days surrounded by springs, feather pillows and blue plaid bedspreads. He had to smile “I don’t think I’ve ever done that before either.”
“Well, you were just magnificent, my dear…”
Viggo was still only watching him, leaning on one elbow, not touching at all. Sean figured they needed to rectify that. The tug of Middle Earth once again came, and he moved. In a single movement he was on top of the darker man, watching with some satisfaction the surprised look on Viggo’s face.
“I think, my king, that you are overdressed for the occasion. Why don’t you let your faithful steward help you solve that problem?”
He could see the grin before it even started. Viggo knew as well as he did, that Sean would never be this forward, but they both knew that Boromir would. Sean was starting to like this more by the second.
“How can I resist such a noble offer?” Viggo’s eyes were filled with a sparkling smile.
Sean suppressed his own smile. Taking his eyes off Viggo’s face, he undid the fastenings on the tunic. Uncovering naked skin, he let the smile show.
“I am happy to serve you, my captain…” He bent down and placed a sweet kiss on Viggo’s chest.
“My brother…” Another kiss, this time lower.
“My king.”
Swiping the tip of his tongue against the heated skin, Sean looked up. He didn’t resist as Viggo pulled him up and into the first kiss of the night. Instead he tugged at Viggo’s tunic and simply said: “Off.”
The other man complied and Sean felt again the thrill of controlling what was happening. He placed his utmost trust in Viggo and hoped Viggo felt the same way. He was happy to play inside their boundaries, feeling secure enough under the cloak of being someone else to push at those boundaries a little. And he had to admit that he liked the feeling. Deciding to explore a little further, he turned his attention to the side of Viggo’s neck, nipping ever so slightly with his teeth. The quick intake of breath gave him courage to carry on. By now he was sitting naked in his semi-clothed Aragorn/Viggo’s lap, it felt rather kinky and the thought made him blush.
Viggo’s hands, calloused from sword practice, mapped out the continent of his back. One hand travelled to Sean’s neck, folding around the back in a familiar, possessive gesture.
“I want you.”
The words were out before Sean knew he had even thought them. The last of the blush tinged his face as he met blue eyes with green. Carefully he lifted one hand and brushed a few stray locks of dark hair away from Viggo’s face.
Shadows played between them. Viggo studied him before answering.
“I never could deny you anything.”
The black pants were made of a softer fabric than the tunic, and it slid easily along Sean’s naked skin. He stopped the other man from taking them off by placing his hand over Viggo’s.
“Don’t. Keep them on? I…like them.”
“Of course.”
Viggo’s hand moved boldly down Sean’s back, touching him intimately. Eyes falling closed, Sean uttered a small, surprised sound, body moving involuntary into Viggo’s.
“Please,” he murmured, not knowing quite what he was asking for, letting his world narrow to the feel of touching and tasting. Letting the other man guide him, he didn’t open his eyes until he felt Viggo take his hands, lacing the fingers together in an intricate patchwork. It felt strange watching his lover from this angle, having to look down at him. He moved easily, using Viggo’s strong hold as leverage, body falling mindlessly into the desired rhythm.
They had no need to speak, but neither broke eye contact. Only during the onslaught of pleasure did they break the visual bond, Viggo let himself fall forward, arms around Sean’s waist, head against his shoulder. Sean let him rest, lovingly caressing the damp tumble of dark hair reaching just past Viggo’s shoulders.
“I love you,” he said slowly and felt Viggo’s arms tighten around him in response. In the quiet night Sean realised that he did, actually. He was right where he was meant to be, with the one he was meant to be, regardless of how they had got there. Right here, right now, everything was perfect.
He looked out at the star-sprinkled sky and wondered if that was true, then why did he feel like everything was going to break?
An uncomfortable trace of something akin to foreboding slithered over Sean’s spine, and he hugged Viggo to him reflexively. He rested his head against dark hair and closed his eyes, shutting the night out. There were no monsters out there. Everything was perfect.