Fic: Fantasies (Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen - Rating R, Prompt # 043)
Title:Fantasies
Fandom: LOTR RPS
Characters: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Prompt: #043. My lord, you called me. I come.
Word Count: 3,719
Rating: R
Summary: Sean and Viggo watch The Return of The King...
Authors notes: written in roleplay by liars_dance and moldava. This was written as part of a longer piece of roleplay. To explain what's going on, Sean has been into town and brought back chinese food and a tub of Karamel Sutra icecream for lunch and a hire copy of Return of the King (sounds like the kind of afternoon most women fantasise about - lol). After one distraction in the stable - ;)- they have now finally finished lunch...




"C'mon, Vig. If you've had enough chinese, why don't we clear up here, get the DVD on and go relax on the sofa with that tub of icecream and a spoon?"

Viggo chuckles, his breath huffing across Sean's jaw. "Sounds good," he murmurs, "so long as clearing up here means putting cartons in the garbage. Don't know if I'm up to much more." Viggo smiles, his eyes sparkling as he assumes Aragorn's accent. "Besides - I want to see my Boromir again..."

"And I want my ranger.. when he was at hand he was never mine.. I just can't wait for that.. a ranger all of my own.." Sean whispers, resting his forehead against Viggo's as he remembers feeling his lips again and again when they were shooting Boromir's death scene and wanting to cry knowing that that was all he was going to get.

"Those cartons are going to find themselves into the trash so quickly they'll never know what hit them," he promises, lips curling in an expectant smile already.

God, this is just so good, Viggo thinks as he slowly straightens and his answering smile is warm and loving. Hold on tight to this, Mortensen - don't ever let go... He strokes his hands down Sean's arms as an idea comes into his mind that makes his smile widen.

"Well - your ranger's gonna clean up a little and check the fire, son of Gondor. I'll see you in a minute - yeah?"

Son of Gondor...

Hearing those words spoken by Viggo's soft voice is enough to make Sean shiver, and it's a very pleasurable shiver. Oh yes, he's going to clear up the kitchen real quick, he thinks straightening his pants and giving himself a quick clean at the kitchen tap before grabbing cartons and dropping them in the trash. Teacups and teapot are unceremoniously dumped in the sink and soon he's drying his hands.

Outside the snow is falling thickly now, making the thought of a roaring fire and Viggo wrapped around him on the sofa even more appealing.

In the bedroom, Viggo shrugs off his shirt and pants and washes quickly. He can hear Sean moving round the kitchen at speed, every now and then a loud sound of something else being dumped somewhere. He chuckles to himself as he opens the closet door and roots around at the back. Smiling, he takes the hanger out and looks at the two items of clothing for a moment and then without further hesitation, starts putting them on.

Two minutes later he is dressed in a pair of worn leather pants and a long burgundy tunic - a last minute present from Fran. When Viggo reaches the living room, Sean is already there, poking at the fire with a long brass poker.

"Well, I've no beard this time and the hair's a lot shorter, but the clothes still fit," he murmurs, waiting for Sean to turn round.

"Oh fuck.." Sean murmurs reverently, taking in Viggo's garb.

Narrowed green eyes travel up and down Viggo's luscious body, savouring each detail. Yes, the hair is blond and shorter, and the face is clean-shaven as usual, but then Aragorn never wore that tunic open to the middle of his chest the way Viggo's doing right now and his nipples were never allowed to poke through the fabric the way they're doing right now.

"I think I'll skip the icecream and have a second helping of you.." he whispers, his mouth dry.

Viggo can see the look in Sean's eyes and he chuckles and steps up close. He wraps his arms round Sean's waist and bends his head, his teeth nipping briefly at the juncture of Sean's neck and shoulder.

"I'd forgotten Fran had given me these clothes," he murmurs huskily. "She said it would be a shame for me not to wear them now and then. But I could only wear them for you. And wearing them is making me remember so many things, Sean - so many times - happy and sad.."

Sean leans into Viggo and rests his cheek on the head buried in his neck. The nipped skin sends a warm, pleasant tingling through his body and so do the memories that are flooding his mind.

"I'll send Fran flowers and champagne to thank her. You have no idea of how many times I jerked myself off thinking of how hot you looked wearing this shirt.." Sean's fingers tighten around Viggo's waist as he remembers, then their touch turns slow and sensual again.

"What's making you sad?" he asks softly.

The thought of Sean sending flowers and champagne to Fran with a thankyou note makes Viggo smile and a long contented sigh leaves his lips as he feels the warmth of the fire and Sean's embrace. "I'm not sad now," he whispers. "I'm warm and happy and loved - but I remember some sad times back then..."

Viggo tips his head back to look at Sean's face. "Sad times like when your divorce came through - when I could see how much you were hurting and I wanted so much to hold you and tell you that no-one would ever hurt you again." Viggo pauses, his lips brushing Sean's jaw.

"And sad when you left New Zealand that last time - I was wearing these clothes because I was on set and couldn't come to see you off. That was a fucking awful day..."

"I remember that day.. Fucking awful just about gets it right... can't remember ever feeling so cold and empty in my life as I felt that day on the plane taking me back to England.. Only thing I could think about was you.. Drank myself into a stupor and replayed in my mind all those nights we spent together, chatting and arguing and venting.. all those nights when I watched you, listened to you when what I really wanted to do was put my head on your shoulder and let go.."

The warm pressure of Viggo's lips against his skin, the real solid feel of the life they now have together makes it possible to think back without feeling the stab of anguish and loneliness, the feeling of having screwed up in his life once again.

"I wish you had let go," Viggo whispers against Sean's skin. "Then maybe I'd have found the courage to say something - to do something about the way I felt about you..." He pauses and takes a breath, the scent of Sean's skin filling his nostrils.

"But that's all gone now and we found each other," Viggo murmurs, his teeth finding the rim of Sean's ear. "So why don't we sit down and you can tell me all about jerking off while thinking about Strider's leather pants... and maybe I'll tell you about a favorite line in the last movie - a line I wished that Boromir would say to me..."

"A line you wanted Boromir to say?" Sean asks, clearly intrigued. His palms are travelling up and down Viggo's torso, feeling the strong muscles under the thin fabric of the burgundy tunic, touching and exploring in a way he had longed dreamed of doing back in New Zealand.

"Why don't we lie down on the sofa and trade stories?"

Viggo kisses Sean softly on the mouth. "Let's start watching the movie first," he whispers, tugging on Sean's hand. "Otherwise we'll never get to see it. I've only seen this movie once... I want to see Boromir come back to haunt that bastard Denethor - a father who didn't deserve either of his sons..."

Viggo pulls Sean down onto the sofa, wrapping his hard, warm body in his arms and reaching for the remote control. "Okay, love?"

Sean settles down with a soft sound of pleasure. God, how he loves being on a sofa with Viggo.. he thinks as he tangles his legs with Viggo's and leans back into his chest.

"Do you have the remote or do you want me to look around for it?" he asks with a small chuckle, unable to resist the tease.

"I do have it, thank you," Viggo whispers with an answering chuckle and a teasing dig of his fingers into Sean's ribs. "And a good thing too or we'd never get the movie started. I haven't forgotten the last time you looked around for it..." Viggo presses the button and the movie eventually starts. He sighs and pulls Sean closer, and soon he's lost in Middle Earth.

It's all so familiar and at the same time so different...

Sean reaches for Viggo's arm and wraps it around his stomach, lacing their fingers together. There's no need for words, he knows memories and feelings are shared.. a whole world of hopes and regrets and bittersweet moments, and then on top of it there's the wonder of this wonderful dream they've both helped create.

Viggo shifts on the sofa, enjoying the warmth and feel of Sean's body against his own. Watching David on screen makes him smile and remember the scene that they did in the Houses of Healing - a scene and a very important line that never made it into the movie.

"I reckon Faramir and Aragorn would've made a good team, don't you?" he murmurs against Sean's ear. "I mean, Aragorn saved his life - Faramir would want to show his gratitude to his king, don't you think?"

Jealousy stings for a moment, surprising Sean, who wasn't expecting to still have so much of Boromir inside him. But Viggo is right.. Faramir and Aragorn would have worked better together, teamed up more easily. Faramir didn't have his elder brother's temper, had never expected to be Steward and rule Gondor one day.. He would have been eager to please his King..

"You're right..." he agrees softly, toying with Viggo's fingers. "He would have seen Aragorn as the one who brought him back from the dead and gave him life again.."

"Yeah... but it was Boromir's fire that Aragorn wanted - what he needed... I reckon Aragorn would be seeing Boromir every time he looked into his brother's eyes - and more than just a part of him would be wishing things were different..." Viggo pauses. "Like I was wishing I was looking at you when we shot the scene they never showed - and not David," he adds, sliding their joined hands down Sean's belly and letting his palm rest over his crotch. Again, Viggo's teeth find Sean's ear.

"And wishing it was you that said that line..."

Sean arches a bit, his body tensing between the two focus points created by teeth teasing his earlobe and the warm pressure Viggo's palm is exerting over his groin. Not moving, not stroking.. just there.. touching, claiming.. He wets his dry lips and tries not to tense, letting the feel of it curl through him lazily..

"I stayed away from the set when they shot that scene, I couldn't bear to see it again and again.. I wanted to be in David's place and the poor guy couldn't understand why I was so snarky with him that day.."

Viggo can feel Sean's intake of breath, the slight arch and push of his body and he slowly drags the heel of his palm down over Sean's zipper. "But you know the scene I'm talking about," he purrs, breathing warm huffs of air across Sean's ear. "You know the line David said..."

Viggo swallows and closes his eyes, his own arousal a flush of warmth spreading through his body. God... I'll never have enough of this man, Viggo thinks as with a soft growl, he slowly pulls down the zipper on Sean's jeans and slips his fingers inside.

"I know..." Sean's throaty whisper comes from so deep in his belly that the two words hang in the air as if they have weight of their own, substance. There is not enough room in his pants for Viggo's fingers and his own rapidly filling cock.. Those fingers are just too skilled, know him just too well.. and the damn cock responds as if it knows that they belong together, that they were made to play together..

He tries clearing his throat. "I know the line you mean..."

Sean's words resonate through Viggo's body, making him shiver. "Good... then you know what I want," he whispers, stroking Sean's now very hard cock, "what your king wants..." The flesh under his fingers is silky, warm and deliciously damp already and Viggo shivers again as a wave of desire and love flows through his body. Viggo curls his tongue round the rim of Sean's ear and pulls him in closer as his fingers stroke a slow and even rhythm, his thumb rubbing under the head.

"You're so hard... so hot... I'm calling you, Sean. And you know what I need..."

"Yes.. I know what you need and it is what I want.. what I've always wanted.."

Sean's fingers are now curled around his lover's wrist, his thumb unconsciously mimicking Viggo's movements and stroking the smooth, silky skin on the inside of his arm, tuning in to the pulse beating fast and steady.

"Can't resist... My lord, you called me. I come.." he whispers, surging up into Viggo's hand and climaxing so hard he's almost blinded by the sheer force of it.

The sound of Sean's breathy voice, rough with arousal saying those words makes Viggo shudder and a low moan rumbles up from his chest as warm come spurts and spills between his fingers. He grasps Sean's chin with his free hand and leans in, kissing him hard on the mouth, his tongue insistent and probing as if trying to find the remnants of the words that are still sounding inside his head.

"Fuck," Viggo gasps when at last he breaks the kiss to breathe, "I nearly came in my pants when you said that..."

"Don't, it's not in your pants that I want you to come..." Sean whispers urgently when he has use of his mouth and voice again. He turns around a bit, so that he's half-facing Viggo now, so that he can see the love and desire in those blue eyes.

"My King has healing hands, so they say and I bear witness to that, but his faithful Steward believes that all of his Lord's body has the power to heal and make better. Will the King give his Steward permission to worship him?"

Viggo swallows and licks his lips, shifting a little on the sofa in an attempt to more evenly distribute the contents of his suddenly too tight leather pants. "Yes," he replies softly, lifting his sticky fingers from Sean's cock to his own mouth and licking at them slowly.

"And the king is seriously hoping his Steward knows how to unfasten these pants," he whispers breathlessly, "because his own fingers are occupied..."

"The King's Steward is a very resourceful man.. He can see that his King has his hands full right now and will be honoured to take care of relieving his lord of those tight, uncomfortable pants..."

Sean is literally purring. His hands smooth the soft leather encasing Viggo's strong thighs as they travel up and bracket the bulge straining the pants' zipper. He's willing to bet that Viggo is not wearing anything under those pants and the prospect makes his mouth water.

"Good," Viggo murmurs, sinking down lower in the cushions and spreading his thighs some more to give Sean room. His cock aches in its tight confinement and the feel of Sean's hands is almost too much. Viggo shivers, then swallows and licks his lips, looking at Sean with eyes clouded with arousal.

"It probably isn't right that the King should beg his Steward is it?" he whispers.

"It is not seemly..." Sean agrees solemnly. "And quite unnecessary..." he adds softly, looking up and meeting Viggo's eyes, drinking in the need in them and promising its fulfilment.

Loving fingers carefully unzip the leather pants and curl around Viggo's erection, freeing it before pulling the pants down and baring Viggo's hip.

"My King is so beautiful.. Far more than a mere Steward deserves.."

"Oh no," Viggo whispers, his breath erratic now as he watches Sean through half closed eyes. "It's your king who's undeserving," he gasps. "It's your king who's amazed his Steward wants him like this - who's so crazy in love he can barely breathe sometimes.." Another shudder of pleasure passes through Viggo's body as Sean's fingers manage to touch every extra sensitive area all at once and he groans.

"And it's your king who's going to come real soon..."

"And the Steward is ready to take his life-giving essence. The Steward loves his King..." Sean murmurs, his eyes burning with all the need and love he had been unable to show openly during filming. His fingers wrap possessively around Viggo's cock as he lowers his head and takes it into his mouth. a soft sound of pleasure escaping him when his tongue slides along the shaft.

No good - can't watch any more - or I'll come right now... With a soft cry, Viggo's head falls back against the cushions, his eyes closing as he gives in to the feeling of Sean's mouth around his aching cock. His toes dig into the carpet while his fingers clutch the fabric of the sofa... his thigh muscles tense and his neck arches as Viggo struggles not to thrust himself down Sean's throat.

"Sean," he breathes. "Oh, fuck - Sean..."

Yes, say it.. say my name.. say I'm the one, the only one... Sean wants to say as his grip on Viggo's hip tightens in response and his fingers try to say what he cannot.

Sean can feel Viggo's body quivering under him, muscles tensing and staying tense as he tries to hold himself in check, and he growls softly around the cock filling his mouth. No holding back, he wants it all..

Viggo shudders as Sean's growl sends a series of delicious vibrations through his already sensitised flesh. His balls tighten almost painfully making him whimper and bite his lip. Suddenly he's no longer able to stop his hips from bucking upwards and his hands reach for Sean's head, his fingers threading into short soft hair.

"Too much, Sean," he whispers, "going to come... Sean..." The last word is a strangled sound as Viggo's body convulses and he comes with a sharp cry.

A brief, triumphant sound is all Sean manages before Viggo fills him, hot and throbbing and so wonderful that he wishes it could go on forever. He loves it, loves knowing that Viggo has let go for him and that he's giving him pleasure and holding him secure while he's lost in a world of his own.

His fingers are gentle now, trying at the same time to prolong the pleasure as long as they can and to guide Viggo back to him.

Viggo's eyes slowly open, the room and the sounds of the Battle of Pellenor Fields slowly seeping into his consciousness. But most of all he feels the soft and loving rasp of Sean's tongue and fingers bringing him home. He swallows and lets out a long sighing breath.

"I swear one day your mouth'll kill me, love," he whispers, his voice husky and sated. "But what a way to go..."

"Nonsense..." Sean withdraws with a reluctant sigh and licks his lips, looking up at Viggo's dazed face with twinkling eyes."It is the opposite.. I am 100% sure that coming is good for your health, and even it it weren't, well... what you said.. what a way to go.."

He rests his head down on Viggo's belly, rubbing his cheek into skin and hair and thinking that Boromir would approve.

Viggo chuckles breathlessly. "Yeah.. you're right. I think I read about that somewhere..." He strokes his fingers through Sean's hair and smiles to himself.

"And now I'm glad that scene didn't make it into the movie," he whispers. "Cause the one that's playing on a loop now in my head is something far more special..."

"We make our own scenes now, and maybe it's for the best that things weren't like this between us back then. Actor or not, I wouldn't have been able to hide what I feel - what I felt - for you..." Sean presses a kiss into the damp, musky skin above Viggo's groin before talking again.

"It's not that I would have been ashamed or anything like that, it's just that I don't want to share you with anyone..."

Viggo takes in another long shaky breath, a smile still playing about his own lips as he feels Sean's brushing his skin. "It's okay, love - I know just what you mean. Perhaps for the sake of the movie, it's a good thing we weren't together then. But not for us, eh?"

Viggo pauses, remembering. "Ain't it strange?" he asks. "I mean... I lived all those months with no real privacy and surrounded by folk most of the time yet because I couldn't have you, I felt as lonely as hell."

"Don't think about it.. all of that is past.. no more loneliness..." Sean shifts, moving up and wrapping his arms around Viggo's waist, pulling him against his chest until his head fits in the hollow of his shoulder.

"The King and his Steward are together now, the way it should have been.." he murmurs, lips pressing into Viggo's hair.

"Yes," Viggo murmurs softly, burrowing into Sean's shoulder with a long sigh of satisfaction, "you got that right..." He smiles and closes his eyes. "Must remember to drop Fran a line sometime and let her know..."

"We can send it with the roses I'm going to send to thank her for giving you these clothes and making one of my fantasies come true. One of my many fantasies..." Sean purrs, smiling into Viggo's hair.

"Did I ever mention to you that the props people gave me Boromir's vambraces as a farewell gift?"

Viggo stops breathing for a moment as the memories flood back and then he smiles and presses his lips against Sean's throat.

"No, Sean," he murmurs, "you didn't..." Viggo pauses and makes a soft growling sound in the back of his throat. "But talking of fantasies..."

END