Title: Love thy Enemy – Chapter Two Author: Anne & Ashlyn (klatschmohnrot@yahoo.de) Fandom: LoTR – RPS Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen/Karl Urban Rating: NC-17 (seriously) Warnings: Dark themes, very unsafe sexual practices including the exchange of bodily fluids. Disclaimer: Never happened, but if it did, no one told us… Ashlyn’s Note: A very big hug and “thank you” to my sis, Anne, who understood that I needed a little time away from the VigBean universe. She also sent me a rather awesome gift that I wear with pride practically every day and it has my co-workers wondering just what it is that I do outside of work… Summary: The kiss that launched a thousand fantasies… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Whatever you want…” Karl whispered hungrily, shaking with the force of his desire. “Do with me whatever you want…” Boromir’s redemption ended with a kiss. The redemption of Karl Urban began with not one kiss, but two. Two men held the promise of salvation from their lips. One man in particular also held the key to his damnation. Karl fell into rough scraping whiskers and wild tongues dancing in his mouth, stealing his breath as he succumbed to a slow and sweet asphyxiation, drunk on sheer charisma and testosterone. Somehow he’d been raised from the floor where he’d knelt, waiting for them to claim him and he lay flush against the wall with his hands dangling uselessly at his sides as hungry lips possessed his, knowing he had no avenue nor wish to escape. His eyes were closed, but he didn’t need them to know whose lips did their sweet damage to his psyche. Viggo’s kiss was smooth and insistent. He didn’t need brute force to get Karl to do his bidding. His tongue simply pushed Karl’s where he wanted it as he swept his mouth from upper palate to gums to the smooth surfaces of his teeth. He also took Sean’s mouth, sharing taste and texture with him and Karl could do nothing but moan deep in his throat for more. Sean’s kiss was rough, punishing, his teeth taking little nips that were meant to cause pain. Instead they excited Karl even more, the violence a heady aphrodisiac, knowing that a part of the Brit’s actions stemmed from jealousy. Karl suffered the cruel ravishment of his mouth by Sean and did so gladly. There was danger and desire within the man, and though the blonde wasn’t the object of Karl’s single- minded need, he couldn’t deny the pull he felt nor the fire that burned from Sean’s virile presence. They raped him with their kisses, though as it was said, one cannot rape the willing. The passion of seduction, the near-claustrophobic closeness of the two men was like a drug, lulling him to euphoria. Stripped of all will, all rational thought save one… Anything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His clothes evaporated as if they’d been made of nothing but subatomic particles dismissed at will, and it didn’t matter to him whether they were intact or whether Viggo and Sean had shredded them to bits. He was naked with the two of them framing him like a pair of masculine bookends. The sensual heat of his naked skin, the feel of his rough, manly hands against his body – so different, so sure in their skilful forbidden carnal knowledge compared to a woman’s - exalted him and sent him into the realm of pure eroticism, aware of the power he was slowly unleashing. They tortured him with touches, skimming lightly over his sides, nails lightly flicking at his nipples, hands trailing downward against the rippled abdomen and dipping into his navel. He tried not to thrust into their hands as one, then the other, took his swollen cock and began to stroke it as they continued to kiss him and each other. Viggo felt each flutter of Karl’s muscles beneath the skin as the rough insistent caresses sculpted him into whatever shapes of desire he saw fit. He heard the hoarse cries and ragged gasps of a man trapped between a literal rock and a hard place who struggled not to move but also struggled with wanting two pairs of hands that tortured him and wrecked sheer havoc on the places on his body where the ache was fiercest. Viggo rubbed then pulled on a puckered nipple, which brought a rush of blood to Karl’s already stiffened cock and a small moan of pain. “Anything, Karl…” Viggo asked once more, a dark whispered query of silken jet craving as he idly, casually worked the nipple into frenzied sensation that shot straight down to Karl’s cock and caused him to clench the muscles of his buttocks in eager shadow sensation of being breached. He paused in mid-squeeze, giving the young man time to form an answer. Amber fire lit Karl’s eyes as he swallowed Viggo in his open gaze that held nothing back. “Yes, Viggo…anything…” “Tell me again, Karl…” the Dane urged seductively, a finger trailing up and over the nipple he’d been working. “Tell me that you’ll let me use you…let Sean use you…” Karl groaned in an agony of need. “Why do you need to hear it when my body’s already yours,” His head was thrown back, exposing the pulse beating madly at his throat. “Whatever you and Sean want to do to me...” Absolute power – what a rush. Sean had never given himself so completely, Viggo thought amazed and nearly humbled by the abject devotion in Karl’s voice; then felt ashamed at his small mental betrayal of his lover. Nonetheless it was true. Sean still fought him, though the battles often whetted his appetite. Still, Karl was willing to show him what it felt like to just take – take without thought, completely selfish, centred solely upon his needs, his hungers. With an infinitesimal gesture, he beckoned to Sean and whispered low in his ear. A terse nod and Sean retreated for a moment as Viggo nibbled on Karl’s earlobe while tickling the taut furred sacs between his thighs. When Sean returned, bracketing him once more, Viggo took his mouth hostage as Sean ground his clothed hips into the crease of his buttocks, whispering sugar-sweet dirty, “I’m going to fuck this ass before it’s over, you fucking Kiwi bastard.” Karl pushed his hips back, a blatant signal of compliance as Sean’s filthy chuckle turned into strong fingers kneading the firm globes. The fist now grasping his cock tugged at him, making him even harder than he’d ever been in his life and he fought to keep himself from going over the edge too soon. “On your knees, Karl,” Viggo ordered roughly as he felt something smooth yet unyielding being slid along the length until it rested at the base, holding him prisoner. “I want your hands behind your back and that hot mouth of yours open for me…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His lips swollen from abrading kisses, Karl eagerly, fervently worshipped the thick column of flesh thrust roughly in and out of his mouth, a penitent praying at the altar of lust. Bless me father, I so desire to sin… Viggo held his head as the lean hips swivelled and pummelled Karl’s throat. The dark-haired man gave his tongue over to lapping at the long vein and deep-throating the fat crown. As above, so below. And above him Viggo kissed Sean passionately, his tongue mimicking in Sean’s mouth what he was forcing Karl’s to do to him. “God,” Viggo moaned into Sean’s kiss, “He’s got such a hot little mouth…sucks cock like he’s done it all his life.” “Probably has,” Sean answered, sweetly malicious as he smacked the side of Karl’s cheek with his erection. “Probably how he got the part of Eomer in the first place…” Karl didn’t have to gaze upwards to know what was happening, and though his cock had been tightly bound with the rubber ring, the need to come wasn’t as great as he thought it might have been. His mind and body were there for one thing – to please Viggo in any way the older man chose. It had been his decision, and he was determined to see it through. He felt Sean’s eyes upon him, felt Sean’s thick cock sliding against his cheek, battering his face, leaving glossy lines of pre-come on his skin. The scents of both men dazzled him – the very air he now breathed was fragranced with dark, musky smells and his tongue revelled in the taste of turgid flesh that laid claim to his mouth and throat. Viggo shoved in hard enough to choke him, and his eyes watered but he would not give up his prize. If Viggo wanted him to draw his last breath with his mouth wrapped around him, so be it. And still Viggo fucked Karl’s face and throat; nasty, dirty and sloppy, using Karl’s hair as a fulcrum, his hips grinding into Karl’s nose and lips. Karl bound by ring and with his hands behind his back, lived to serve. Lived to be Viggo’s sex toy, his whore. Viggo was huge and it taxed his jaw, feeling as if it would unhinge at any time. Sean’s cock kept rubbing against his face, teasing and yet not so. And still they kissed; Viggo’s arms around Sean’s waist as their mouths slid over their roughened skin. They kissed and whispered masculine endearments that were for Karl’s ears alone. A reminder of what he did not have. Karl understood all too well the message. If he couldn’t have Viggo as lover, this was the next best thing. To be used by him – and Sean – to allow himself the pleasure of Viggo giving him what he’d dreamed of. Sean loved this. All the things he’d wanted to do to Viggo and somehow never managed to fully articulate his desires he could do to Karl with fiendish impunity. For too long Viggo had taken the lead in their passion – deciding the when and wheres and even the hows. Sometimes the man let him be on top, but it seemed their sex was less about pleasure and more about dominance. Each time they made love, both emerged from the battlefield of their respective beds battered and sore as if they’d fought instead of fucked. Many times, they had. Teeth and nail marks attested to the savagery of their hungers. It wasn’t that sex with men was something new to the Brit, though it rankled not to have had as much experience as Viggo seemed to. It was that Vig thrived on being in control and making Sean lose it. Even when giving head, somehow Viggo always managed to turn the act into one of possession rather than submission. He shouldn’t have felt that way, but the situation called for the ugly truth. Viggo fought him, even when submissive – Karl would not. Karl would be a good little boy-toy. And he was doing a hell of a job, on his knees with his lover’s cock plunging in and out like a piston on a well-oiled machine. Karl Urban was willing to do anything – and that one simple word coalesced around Sean like the charm of making, anaal nath’rach – a thick fog of red haze that obscured any sense of kindness and merely opened the gates of sheer wanton greed. Without warning, Sean’s thick head demanded entry into Karl’s already full mouth, and Viggo held still as his lover’s cock slid tantalizingly alongside his. Karl quickly secreted more saliva to make the passage of two thick members easier, but it was all in vain. They took turns in fucking him, slip-sliding down the narrow passageway of his throat, nearly cutting off his air supply. Consciousness fled. He was floating above it all, on his knees, hands willingly behind his back, his mouth a conduit for the gratification of the two men holding him fast between their rock-hard thighs. Before long it no longer mattered which cock thrust into his mouth, which slid and abused his already raw lips and tongue. The flavours mingled, musky and potent, the soft sighs above him melted into one long, shuddering symphony of lust. The ache that pooled between his legs burned as he took himself to a higher plane, inhaling both cocks as if his life depended on it. He heard them groaning as they moved faster upon him, inside him. His jaw threatened to completely unhinge, his eyes burned, his throat and tonsils burned, his entire face was being scraped raw from the constant rubbing of groins against chin. His hands behind his back – no restraints save Viggo’s admonition – caused his shoulders to feel as if being wrenched from their sockets, his knees hurt from kneeling. Such glorious suffering. He fucked their cocks with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, screw finesse. Karl wanted their come – Viggo’s come. Wanted Viggo – and Sean – to flood his mouth with burning rivers of molten seed. He wanted it on his face, to bathe in it, for Viggo – and Sean – to mark him as their territory. He wanted to swallow it, to savor it like a fine full-course meal. Fingers tugged at his scalp causing pain, but it barely registered as the panting grew in intensity, as his tongue slid seductively against their undersides where the blood flowed and throbbed. They were both so close, the drops of clear fluid taking on a fuller-bodied flavour. Surprisingly, Viggo let go first. With a harsh cry, he pumped what felt like oceans of thick hot cream into Karl’s battered throat, coating the passageway with bitter-salty streams of come, while Sean simply worked him faster, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on swallowing. A moment later, Sean followed him over the edge, growling his release as he sprayed Karl’s lips and face with ropy jets of sticky seed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Viggo dreamed in vivid Technicolor and sensory overload. Sean and Viggo had fucked Karl’s face twice more during the long night – both squirting come in his face and making him lick it off. Viggo bent Sean over, presented his lover’s round pucker for Karl to rim as Sean sucked Viggo off. They shoved a well-lubed plug between Karl’s cheeks and made him ride it as both took turns licking his cock, only to pull back when they sensed orgasm. Not that Karl could with the ring still encircled around him. His balls felt heavier than lead weights, swollen painfully beyond all capacity and they refused to release him. Somehow with the coming of dawn, they carried an exhausted and still aroused Karl to their bedroom and dumped him in the middle of the bed, where they kissed and roughly fondled him until they fell asleep. And Viggo was certain he dreamed. He dreamed of Karl’s skilled mouth on his cock as he emptied the contents of a full bladder down the dark haired man’s throat. He was certain he dreamed because it was an illicit thrill, knowing that he should stop – that he should pull out before it went too far. It was one of his many dark desires he’s never share with Sean, who rightfully would be disgusted by such an act. But the dream had him in its wickedly debauched clutches and would not allow him to waken. It felt so real, as if he were actually reaching down to thread his fingers into the jet black silk of Karl’s hair to pull that sinful mouth away – or perhaps to force more of his cock deep into that hot, welcoming orifice. He groaned, hoping the sound would be the key to wakefulness. He opened one sleepy lid and the sight instantly caused searing heat to pool in his groin. Karl’s intense tiger’s-eyes met his as his lips formed the forbidden words Viggo swore he’d never hear in regards to what they both wanted. “Do it…” the whisper was filled with salacious and dirty promises, hunger for Viggo still thick on Karl’s tongue. “…I know you want to…anything, Viggo…remember?” Oh fuck, how could he not – but not that. Right, his primal brain mocked him. Karl wants it. You want it, and you know damn well Sean would kill you for even suggesting it…so go ahead…give the slut what he wants… And before he could agree, Karl dove down on his cock and Viggo let go, a steady and thick eruption that was completely different than coming and yet if it were possible, he would send hot jizz along with the hot fluid straight into Karl’s eager body. Angry at himself and at Karl, he continued holding the man down, caring little if Karl could draw a breath as he fed Karl’s twisted desires…and his own. tbc