Title: Love thy Enemy – Chapter Three
Authors: Anne & Ashlyn (klatschmohnrot@yahoo.de)
Fandom: LoTR – RPS
Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen/Karl Urban
Rating: NC-17 
Warnings: Dark psychological themes, very unsafe sexual practices including the 
exchange of bodily fluids.
Disclaimer: We could only wish, alas this is so not true …

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 puts up with some 
very capricious muses who don’t always want to behave…

Summary: Just how far will they all go?

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Sean awoke to Viggo’s deep-seated moan.

He gazed down to see a mouth framed by dark-hair being held down as Viggo’s hips 
pistoned upward, his cock obviously spilling its milky contents down Karl’s throat.

The sight was enough to stir his sleepy organ into sudden rapt attention and he 
waited for his lover to finish so that he could take his turn as well.

There was something different about this orgasm, the look on Viggo’s face, the way 
his eyes practically rolled back in his head, focused on empty space, a shuddering of 
his limber body that Sean had never seen or experienced before no matter how many 
times they’d had sex and the smouldering embers of jealousy quickly fanned into new 
flames.

There was no way in hell that he’d allow that bastard Karl to get away with whatever 
it was he may have been trying to get away with.

He waited patiently, one hand fisted around his cock, slowly stroking it as he watched 
Viggo slowly come down from whatever high he’d been on.  When their eyes met, 
there was both guilt and challenge.

Before he could demand anything, Viggo said, looking disdainfully at Karl, “Go on 
then…do it to Sean.”

Before Sean could even figure out what the “it” was, Karl was on him, inhaling his 
cock all the way to the base.  Shock instantly gave way to pleasure, but a part of him 
derided the Kiwi for not doing anything different.  After all, last night, he’d taken both 
cocks into his mouth.

“So what’s so special about this morning,” Sean asked coolly, trying to feign 
indifference to the dark head that was bobbing up and down on his shaft.  Viggo 
turned on his side, eyes lit with dark desire.

“I pissed in Karl’s mouth, Sean.  I want him to do the same to you.”

Sean’s blood nearly froze.  He didn’t know what to think at the revelation and 
instantly brought Karl’s face up, pulling him away as if tainted.

“You can’t be bloody serious Vig.  Coming in his mouth is one thing, but that’s – what 
you’re asking…”  He couldn’t even say the words that expressed what he felt at that 
moment.  He never knew Viggo was like that, or had ever wanted anything like that 
from him.

So much he didn’t know about the man whom he’d been sharing sex and secrets with 
for so long.

And Karl, who lay there between his legs with a hungry expectant expression on his 
face – Karl had swallowed Viggo’s piss and now wanted his?

Hatred warred with disgust but neither could stand against the look of pure lust in 
either man’s eyes.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, now did I, Sean…”  Viggo’s voice pitched low and dangerous, 
the way he sounded when they were playing for keeps.  “You’re going to piss in 
Karl’s mouth.  I want to watch you lose yourself in him…”

Viggo rose and pushed Karl’s head back down on Sean, holding it fast while burning 
his green-eyed lover with eyes of wicked blue flames.  Sean wanted to hate Viggo’s 
assertion of dominance, especially in front of Karl, but the sounds the other man was 
making in the tense sexual silence of the room, the feel of that sinful mouth sealing 
itself onto his needy hard flesh, and the dirty voice in the back of his head that kept 
whispering how much he really did want to humiliate Karl like this –

Angry at Viggo and twice angry at Karl, Sean thrust deeply into the other man’s 
mouth mercilessly, trying to make him choke, but just like last night, Karl simply 
adjusted himself and took the straining length as far down his throat as he could.

“That’s it lover…” Viggo urged eagerly, excited by the power of forcing Sean to do 
something he could never admit to wanting to do.  His hand was on Karl’s neck, 
guiding him with not-so-gentle force, “…Make him take it all…”

It felt so good…too good, but Sean couldn’t stop.  Dark dreams of things he’d never 
considered doing suddenly became possible.  For a split-second he imagined it was 
Viggo whose mouth worked his cock, and he wondered if he would actually do what 
Karl was about to.

All rational thought fled as he emptied a roaring stream into Karl’s waiting mouth and 
he shouted loudly, cursing Karl, cursing Viggo and cursing himself for giving in.


That was merely the tip of the iceberg as far as Karl’s erotic torture was concerned.

“I want him splayed out on the bed,” Sean drawled, a sort of calm cruelty in the 
whisky-smooth voice and turbulent green eyes. “I want his legs spread wide – wide 
enough for it to hurt…”

Karl was bound tight on the bed, face down, spread-eagled, with no give to the 
restraints. He was bound like a human sacrifice upon an altar made of swirling blue 
satin sheets sticky with come and sweat.  His perfect ass, as yet unmarked and 
lightly quivering lay before them like a sumptuous buffet of flesh.

Both Viggo and Sean drew in appreciative breaths at the sight of the smooth, 
muscular back, the S-curve of his spine as it tapered down to the trim waist and 
flared upward and out to taut globes and joined with sleek, muscular thighs and 
calves.  Viggo ran a covetous hand over the smooth flesh, enough to cause Karl to 
moan deep and writhe a bit against the silky material.

Like Sean, the sense of noblesse oblige ran hot through Viggo’s veins.  Already he 
was thinking of the criss-crossing welts on pale skin and the sounds of pain 
emanating from Karl’s lips.  A part of him was eager to pay the Kiwi back for this 
morning’s lack of control, though he couldn’t deny that it had excited him beyond all 
measure to use the man in that way.

It had excited him in a way that Sean never had.

Again the wicked, guilty voice of brutal honesty invaded his thoughts.  He loved Sean 
– but love had nothing to do with what he was doing to Karl.  Karl was merely a body 
allowing himself to be used, and it wasn’t as if he were cheating on the blonde man – 
after all, Sean was right here with him, sharing in the sexual banquet.

That knowledge didn’t put the voices in his mind to rest.  They merely retreated until 
their next opportunity to chastise.  


Sean’s eyes searched Karl’s as a small sneer of cynical lust curled his upper lip. Karl 
held the other man’s gaze steadily, facing Sean’s look of pure malice with the 
unflinching depth of his swirling topaz eyes that challenged Sean to do his worst.

Once more he was struck by the vulnerability in Karl’s strength, and in the power of 
his surrender and like before he didn’t want to be.  Karl had made his decision and 
stood by it, irregardless of what had been asked of him and what was to be asked of 
him. He never attempted to shield his emotions; the pure love for Viggo was still there 
for all to see. 

Sean didn’t want to see Karl as a man equal to him in love.  Karl was – should have 
been – nothing more than two ready, willing and available orifices to fuck. 

If that was true, why the hell did he feel as if the better man was winning…and that 
man wasn’t him?



Viggo watched fascinated as he lightly caressed Karl’s buttocks with the worn, yet 
sturdy leather belt.  It was the same belt he used on Sean – a fact his lover noticed 
instantly and stiffened slightly.  He was fascinated because where Sean would curse 
and struggle, Karl’s ass writhed upwards as far as it could, as if savouring the 
sensation of a tongue of leather upon naked flesh.

Absolute power intoxicated.

The first strike was as loud as a clap of thunder in the silent room.  Karl gasped, the 
stinging fire created ribbons of surging pleasure and throbbing pain.  He took a deep 
breath, steadying himself for another blow, which quickly followed the first.

As Viggo whipped him, Sean stepped before him and observed Karl with something 
as close to dispassion as he could muster. He knew that Viggo missed seeing Sean’s 
face during their spanking sessions because his head was bowed, or he was bound 
like Karl; but now Sean could see Karl’s countenance, could see it through Viggo’s 
eyes, the beauty and nobility of a man’s sweet suffering.

Karl’s most intimate reactions were revealed to him. Stripped totally naked not only 
physically, which was enough to take Sean’s breath away (for as much as he hated 
to admit it, Karl was a gorgeous man), but inwardly as well.  He could well imagine 
how bitter the Kiwi must have felt – his emotions laid bare in front of the man he 
hated had to be a much more bitter humiliation than the beating.

However, it certainly didn’t seem that way, judging from Karl’s deep and hungry sighs 
and the way his body arched up to meet each lightning-downstroke, which spoke far 
more eloquently of his desire.

Sean saw and felt all of that and it laid waste to any sense of triumph.

He’d hoped that such a beating from the man Karl had loved would be akin to ripping 
his heart out and laying it on the table, bleeding and flinching for all to see.  Instead 
what he saw was something that stirred him to both pity and rage.

“Look at me,” he ordered in a hard whisper.  Karl obeyed, his eyes meeting Sean’s 
again.  Love and determination were clearly written all over his face as he gave a thin 
smile to the man before him.

“Don’t you wish you were me right now, Sean,” Karl murmured thickly, taunting him, 
his voice rough from his moans.  “Don’t you wish Viggo was doing this to you rather 
than you just watching…?”

Sean snarled his reply, “Beat him harder,” eager to wipe the look of self-satisfaction 
off Karl’s face.

The blows came faster and harder and Sean paid no attention to Viggo as he began 
stroking his cock, watching Karl’s pupils dilate at the shock of each next blow that fell 
in a literal hailstorm of blows, his mouth opening with strangled cries.



It had to be wrong but Karl couldn’t contain his pleasure.

In front of him, his thick cock close enough to touch if he could and the legendary 
Sean Bean sex face practically in front of him.  No wonder Viggo was in love.  Sean’s 
nostrils flared and his lips slightly parted, that decadent tongue licking his lips in 
delight. Both pairs of eyes were hot and filled with lust. Their sighs grew louder, Karl’s 
with sublime pain and Sean’s with illicit excitement. 

Both were so similar, and yet so opposite to each other in their reactions.  Both 
practically forgot about Viggo as their world became limited to the lover and the rival.



Karl was hurting so beautifully, the image would forever be burned in Sean’s mind. 

His scrutinizing gaze savoured every contortion of Karl’s features and tremble of his 
lips, Karl’s teeth pressed together, chin and cheek muscles working, eyes shutting 
when the next blow hit his back, wrinkles on his forehead deepening with the strain of 
suppressing his cries, veins on his temples swelling, little drops of sweat forming on 
his bronze skin. 

Every time Karl drifted into a trance of pain, his eyes dimming, his sight obviously 
blurring, Sean called him back.

“Harder.” Sean hissed, working his cock, masturbating to the symphony of Karl’s 
ecstasy.  

“Harder, damn you,” Sean groaned deeply as the rhythm of the belt striking Karl’s 
tender flesh and his fist pulling at his cock merged into a single beat.  Rivalry lay 
forgotten for a moment in time as both men reached the apex of their completion 
screaming to the sky, as one of the most powerful orgasms Sean ever experienced 
jerked his body forward as his seed splashed like butterfly blots on Karl’s face, 
coating his mouth, nose and chin. 



It hadn’t taken Viggo long to collect himself, a little angry at Sean. The beating of Karl 
should have been less about Sean’s coming and more about Viggo’s asserting his 
power.  After all, it wasn’t Sean that Karl wanted.

He began to realize what had started out as Karl giving himself to both men sexually 
was becoming far more complicated than it should.  Karl’s body was an object to be 
used in whatever way he saw fit.  Sean was merely a tool in that use.

Wasn’t he?

He watched through slitted cat’s eyes as Sean’s fingers rested on Karl’s pliant lips, a 
show of demand in the small gesture. Karl closed his eyes and kissed the hand with 
a devotion that made Viggo nearly lose it. 

The single voice became a chorus of furies, demanding to know what right Sean had 
to command such devotion.

Karl’s surrender was so beautiful, so deeply arousing – and it shouldn’t have been 
Sean’s to savor.

It was his, and Sean needed to remember that.


The feel of Karl’s lips on his skin had him hard again. 

Gazing at Viggo with lust-filled eyes and completely ignorant of the dark thoughts 
racing inside the Dane’s head, he softly caressed Karl’s whiskered cheek with the 
back of his hand.

“With his legs spread so wide,” Sean’s murmur was heavy with voluptuousness, “his 
body will tense…I will enjoy his tight ass even more…”

Viggo favored him with a honey-sweet grin that fooled no one.

“And I plan on enjoying your ass, Sean, since I haven’t yet, and my dick needs a 
place to go,” he said matter-of-factly.  “Get him ready then yourself.”

Sean hesitated, and Viggo couldn’t keep the smugness from his face, knowing full 
well how much the other man hated preparing himself that way.  He knew that Viggo 
got off on watching him part the taut globes of his ass cheeks as he used a finger (or 
more depending on Viggo’s orders) to slick his hole with lube.

In retaliation, the Brit roughly prepared Karl, the bound man’s ass still hot from the 
beating, with no particular consideration.  He scissored one, then two fingers inside of 
Karl’s desperately clenching pucker, coating the inside with just enough lubricant to 
avoid drawing blood.

Viggo merely watched, hands folded in front of him.  “Your turn, Sean…lube up that 
ass…fuck yourself with your fingers…”


Karl might have been in another realm of the senses entirely, but that didn’t mean he 
wasn’t perceptive to the shift in atmosphere between the two men.  Passion had 
quickly given way to animosity as Viggo forced Sean to open himself.  He knew, 
probably better than Sean himself did, that Viggo needed to feel that he was in 
control.  The beating may have come from Viggo, but it had been Sean who enjoyed 
it the most.

Okay – actually it had been himself who had enjoyed it the most.

And now he was going to be fucked by Sean who in turn was going to be fucked by 
Viggo.  It was almost as if both men would be inside of him, and though from his 
position he wouldn’t be able to see anything, he would most definitely feel it.


Sean entered Karl immediately, pissed off at Viggo’s typical high-handed behaviour.  
It pissed him off to no end because he was doing it in front of a rival – a rival his cock 
was forcing inside a slicked yet still tight asshole.

The sensation of Karl’s nearly unyielding ring of muscle giving way was so exciting 
that Sean thrust four, five more times and had to fight for control, though what he 
really wanted to do was fuck Karl hard and fast and come before Viggo had a chance 
to do anything.

As if the man read his mind, he grabbed Sean’s hips in mid-thrust, and held him 
hovering over Karl’s entrance.

“My turn,” Viggo whispered scalding hot against his ear. 

Unlike Sean, Viggo slowly, deliberately sank into his lover, pausing inch after 
exquisite inch as Sean tried to impale himself upon the thick cock, shoving his ass 
back seeking the head to brush against his sweet spot.  Hours seemed to pass and 
Sean seemed to completely forget about the man beneath him as Viggo finally 
seated himself fully only to start fucking him into Karl. 

Sean nearly lost his mind then, his ass full of Viggo, his cock enclosed within Karl’s 
hot clenching hole. The feel of smooth skin and hard muscles on him and under him, 
sandwiched by two hard bodies, Karl’s sighs and groans under him, and Viggo’s 
panting above him…it was almost too much, but yet never enough, and he lost 
himself in a tidal wave of lust.

Viggo wasn’t looking after Sean, cared nothing for his lover’s orgasm. Viggo was just 
fucking, thinking of nothing else than fucking, simply fucking.  He fucked Sean’s ass, 
the harsh slaps of sweaty skin and pistoning hips reminding his lover without the use 
of words that he owned it.  He fucked Karl through Sean while imagining Sean’s 
reaction if the tables were suddenly turned and it was Karl’s cock buried deep in his 
tight hole.  As he imagined, his cock got even harder and he rammed into Sean for all 
he was worth, the arousing fantasy taking on an almost hazy reality.

He could do it.  He could make Sean do it, just as he made Sean piss into Karl’s 
mouth.  And knowing Sean, deep inside he’d want that too.

Sean gave himself over to the pleasure flowing at him from behind him and beneath 
him, never once realizing that Viggo was fucking him not for pleasure’s sake but to 
own him.  Instead each violent thrust sweeping over his hypersensitive prostate was 
met with a thick moan of blindingly white and pure bliss.


They fucked Karl, but in reality they fucked each other in the ways they’d never been 
able to.  They used Karl’s bound and open body as a means of communication – to 
say the things they never could.  They fucked him and each other in rage, anger, 
pain, fear, jealousy, control and somewhere within those tortured feelings, for love.

The men were heavy on him; Karl could hardly breathe, but the weight and heat 
stimulated him in a way he hadn’t experienced before. Viggo shoved Sean into him, 
Sean pounded into him, viciously sweet and slick and hard, and it was the constant, 
insistent brushing of his prostate combined with the enormous pressure holding him 
down what undid him.

That, and his mind’s eye image of the two men above him, fucking each other and 
fucking him.  

Restrained as he was, Karl could move enough to raise his hips to meet Sean’s 
decadent downstrokes as his cock, having been freed earlier, rubbed sensuously 
against the silky sheets.  The room was filled with dirty grunts, shivering moans and 
Viggo’s nasty narration and all of it was building up within him. 

“…Fuck him Sean,” Viggo growled, “…fuck him like I’m fucking you…hard and 
deep…owning this ass…” and he shifted the angle of his hips so that Sean threw his 
head back, sighing hungrily for more.

Viggo bent him over until his chest rested against Karl’s back, his cock firmly wedged 
between Karl’s buttocks.

“…I’m fucking Karl through you Sean…fucking him like I fuck you…making him like it 
just like I make you like it…” 

Karl couldn’t stem the tide had he even considered it.  He came, sullying the sheets, 
and the spasms shivering through his body drove Sean into ecstasy. Sean cried out 
Viggo’s name and Viggo whispered Sean’s, as Karl felt the tremors of Viggo’s 
ejaculation transmitted through Sean’s body and echoing in his own. Sean suddenly 
bent down, his lips tenderly on Karl’s earlobes. “You feel incredibly good, Karl,” he 
murmured. 

So it had to be Sean, who offered the first gesture of solace and warmth in their 
games with his body, mind and heart. The physical hardships hadn´t broken him. It 
was Sean´s comforting compliment that almost lured out a little sob, deep in his 
chest. He stamped down the emotion inwardly, holding his breath.



They were gone.

With the loosening of the restraints, Karl brought feeling back into his painfully-
stretched limbs.

After several minutes of companionable silence as their bodies morphed themselves 
back into a semblance of normalcy, Viggo had quickly withdrawn, grabbing his 
discarded jeans from the previous night as he said, “Come on, Sean. Let’s grab a 
beer.”

Karl felt Sean´s hand rest on him, stroking him lightly in a gesture of concern and 
indecision. For two seconds Sean showed no reaction to Viggo´s suggestion, then he 
simply moved to loosen Karl’s bonds just enough give him some leeway to recover 
from being stretched in one position for hours.

His body felt as if it had been ravaged by twenty men instead of two.  There were 
assorted bites and bruises and welts and his hole leaked come and maybe a little 
blood, though Sean had been rather generous with the lube.  His mouth tasted rank 
from having been used as a human chamber pot.

And Karl had never felt better in his life.

Sean could pretend that he owned Viggo, but the facts were that Viggo wanted what 
Karl was giving.  He couldn’t see Sean opening his mouth so that Viggo could piss in 
it.  He couldn’t imagine Sean being beaten the same way as he had.

Not to mention, having both men lay claim to him, trying to wear down his resistance 
only to outlast everything they tried was a more than merely satisfying feeling. 

He was certain they had more plans for him, and he was ready for them.
 


Viggo slowly sipped his beer while watching Sean from the corner of his eye.

“We shouldn’t leave him like that, you know?”

Viggo idly lent back, smiling at Sean sarcastically. “And why not?  Right now, I’m sure 
Karl’s imagination is racing a mile a minute, wondering just what we’re going to do to 
him next.” 

Sean did not smile back. Over the few last weeks he’d never spoken of Karl with 
nothing less than hatred and contempt. Anytime he saw Karl, he bristled with barely 
suppressed rage, even at the mere mention of the man’s name.

And now, with the sexual adrenaline having since worn off, he felt the icy tendrils of 
remorse wash over him.

“He loves you very much,” Sean said quietly, almost sadly. There was a trace of 
anxiousness and awe in his voice and eyes, and the next words were hardly audible. 
“You have so much power…” He lowered his head abruptly, turning it aside.

“Sean…look at me,” Viggo demanded, and he could see how difficult it was for Sean 
to comply, as he unwillingly met Viggo’s gaze, casting down his eyes again at once, 
then slowly obeying and facing Viggo.

“You know that I love you.” Viggo took hold of Sean’s trembling hands, attempting to 
sooth him.

Sean closed his eyes. “But you don’t need me as much as I seem to need you.  
Don’t!” he shook his head as Viggo opened his mouth to speak. “You know it’s true. 
I’m a jealous bastard who wants you all to myself and you’re aren’t. You can be alone 
once in a while and I can’t.  I count the seconds until you’re back like some silly love-
struck girl. Now I see what someone else is willing to do for you…,” Sean’s voice 
trailed off.

“Would you do the same for me?” Nothing in Viggo’s voice betrayed his expectations 
or emotions about the question. There was nothing but neutral interest and cool 
curiosity.

Silence, then, “No.  I’d never let you beat and humiliate me like that.  I’d kill you if you 
tried anything like what we’ve been doing to Karl.”

“But you don’t have a problem with Karl…”

“What the hell do you want from me?”  Sean nervously ran his fingers through his 
hair.  “Okay here it is then…everything I’ve done to Karl – at least some of it – those 
are things I’ve always wanted to do to you.  I never realized that ‘til now.  You’ve 
always taken the lead in sex, you’re the bloody Mr. Know-it-all.  You lead and I follow.  
Sometimes that’s okay, but there are times you just don’t seem to care about my 
needs.  Finally – and I don’t fucking care if Karl’s doing all these things to prove 
whatever it is he’s trying to prove – but finally, I get to do what I want, and I don’t 
have to care about anybody else.”  

“And you can’t do that to me…”

“You don’t allow that, Vig.  You never have.”