Title: Putting Out Fire With Gasoline Author: Alex (parts 1 & 3) and Liz (parts 2 & 4) Alex_cat_45@yahoo.com twopipstreasures@aol.com Rating: NC-17 Type: Viggo/Sean B. slash Disclaimer: Never happened, never will… Summary: Viggo and Sean come to terms… Feedback: Please! Archive: yes PUTTING OUT FIRE WITH GASOLINE Part 4 – Sean See these tears so blue/ An ageless heart than can never mend/ These tears can never dry/ A judgement made can never bend/ See these eyes so green/ I can stare for a thousand years/ Just be still with me/ You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through…. -Bowie, ‘Cat People (Putting Out Fire)’ "See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it was a mistake. A mistake because I could see the checked hunger boiling in Viggo’s eyes, hunger that I had sated, but on my terms. Sure, Viggo had willingly followed me into the abyss, had fucking asked me for it, for Christ’s sake… but still, he followed. He should have led. I wanted him to burn me with that damn fire in him that I knew was there. What’s that saying…? ‘To ashes and gone…’ "Eist le mo chroi." A phrase in Gaelic whispered from my lips, something that had stuck with me from dialect coaching. ‘Listen to my heart’. Don’t know why, but leaning there against the tree with Viggo’s head next to mine, our heavy breathing cutting through the hush in the woods, the words just drifted into my head… …and set Viggo off. "YOUR heart, Sean?," he growled through tightly gritted teeth into my ear, his fingertips digging almost painfully into my shoulders. "How about MY heart? Would you like to know what’s in MY heart? Want me to show you, you bastard?" Before I could answer, or knew what was happening, I was spun around by Viggo and slammed up against the tree, my hands held behind my back, the side of my face roughened by the bark. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him boil over. As he ground his cock against my ass, I decided to go for it, to fucking bait him, to shove him over the top. "You cold arsehole. You wanted me, and you couldn’t say it! I had to fucking drag it out of you! What is it, you can only PAINT your fucking feelings?! Cold bastard…." I spit out the last two words, meaning them wholeheartedly. Viggo plowed me into the tree harder, his free hand taking both my balls and cock into his shaking fist. "I’ve wanted you for so long. So fucking long, Sean," Viggo hissed in my ear, low and menacing. "I’m NOT cold. NOT. If you knew how many hours I’ve spent thinking of your lips wrapped around my cock… kissing you until breathing was an afterthought… fucking you so hard and so long…" He squeezed my cock a bit hard, and a gasp burst from me. "You fucking make me think of things, and I can’t handle the rush, Sean. At least I thought I couldn’t. You want me, Sean? You’ll GET me…." I heard a harsh spitting noise, my legs were kicked apart, and I yelled as Viggo rammed into me with a force I was surprised at. My arms were lifted above my head, wrists held to the scraping bark. My whole damn body cried out, in pain and lust and fire… Viggo’s cock slammed me over and over, an angry fuck that was so much the more passionate because of it. My earlobe and shoulder were bitten into repeatedly, and my mind was lost to the ecstasy inside and out… Here was the fire I was searching for in him. Here was the Viggo I knew was there, buried deep, and I welcomed it. His cock kept hitting that one spot that made me bite back screams of pleasure, and his whole body’s friction along my back made me writhe to feel more of him… I bucked into Viggo’s hand, wanting to come, needing to come… "This is MY heart, Sean," he panted, thrusting hard. "You make me so fucking mad, damn you. I love you. I burn for you." "Oh, fuck, god, Viggo…," was all I could groan as I came, my eyes shut tight against the fireworks shooting off behind them. Fucking hell…. Viggo came hard a split second later, his final thrust causing the bark to cut into my cheek. His moans reverberated through the forest, like some primal beast finally satisfied. Well, well… Aragorn and Boromir had written their own chapter, hadn’t they… My arms dropped to their sides, I was turned back around, and gathered into Viggo’s arms. Viggo’s fire… I had to provoke it to see it, but it WAS there… He soothed Gaelic words back at me, into my ear as he stroked my hair. "Gra, anois go deo." Love, now forever. Indeed. ~end~