Title: Love thy Enemy 6
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: Many big hugs and kisses and “thank yous” to my sis, Anne, who 
continues to put up with my very capricious muses who don’t always want to 
behave…She always talks me into collaborating on her wicked ideas because 
they’re so damn GOOD!!!

Summary: Denouement…

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Viggo knew he should be grateful – somewhere deep inside he knew – and yet he 
hated being thwarted so publicly.

Injured pride nagged at him, rage threatened to swallow him whole.  His cock was 
painfully hard and he needed an outlet – one that wasn’t attached to his lover.  He 
couldn’t hold himself or his anger in check, and though he wanted badly to fuck Sean 
until he bled, he couldn’t take revenge with so many people around him.

Then he spied Miranda, kneeling with her head down, hands demurely crossed in 
front of her.

A brilliantly devious plan once again formed in his head.

He knew he should ask permission – he knew the rules of Master/slave relations 
better than anyone else in here (besides Ian) – he knew it and didn’t care.

Two steps placed him in her line of sight had she been looking.  He reached out, 
placed a finger underneath her chin to raise her eyes.

A masculine hand shot out, clasping his forearm tightly. 

“Is there something you want, Viggo?”

In David’s eyes was amusement.  A Master quite sure of himself and of his slave.  
Viggo backed off, realizing that getting what he wanted required a certain amount of 
finesse.  He was about to apologize for his breach of etiquette, but the other man 
simply smiled and nodded.

“You may have her mouth – which you have probably noticed is quite adept – or you 
may have her breasts, which I have discovered to my delight, she actually enjoys.”  
And though David’s offer of Miranda seemed generous, the unspoken rules loomed 
large between them.  Viggo was not to penetrate her pussy or her ass.

Viggo readily complied.  It wasn’t her pussy nor her ass – as delectable as he was 
sure they were – he wanted.

Nodding tersely, David’s wicked grin grew even wider.  With a loving yet stern gaze 
at the kneeling figure, he lightly stroked across her full lips with his finger.  

“Please our gracious host well, sweet Miranda, for I will be watching…”

“I will, Sir,” she answered back in a low dulcet tone.  With that, she rose gracefully 
like a water nymph from a glassy pool.

Viggo guided her towards the couch, which would still give him an unrestrained view 
of the action.  Placing several thick throw pillows beneath her head, he lay her down 
and straddled her stomach, careful not to rest his full weight on her.

Miranda’s breasts were not large; each fit into the palm of his hand, with their plump 
rosy-copper nipples.  He rolled each tip between his fingers until they grew harder.  
Her sweet little cries were totally unlike Sean’s loud passion, but Viggo found that he 
enjoyed the sound.  It had been quite awhile since he’d been with a woman.

And there was no denying Miranda’s loveliness.

“May I touch you, Sir,” she asked respectfully.  Viggo’s cock jumped at the sound of 
the honorific.  Sean had never called him ‘sir’ with such sweet surrender.

Nodding yes, her slender fingers reached out to caress the planes of his chest, 
sighing loudly with feminine contentment as she traced muscles beneath the skin.

Meanwhile Viggo continued teasing her puckered tips as he felt her lithe body 
undulate beneath him.  She no longer spoke, but her eyes urged him to go further as 
her fingers fluttered their way down his chest to his navel until she made contact with 
his stiff cock.

“May I suck you, Sir?” Miranda whispered throatily, lips quivering.  “I do it to my 
Master all the time before I take him between my breasts.”

“How much of me do you think you can take?” Viggo growled roughly and when 
Miranda dove down with the mouth he’d so recently watched pleasuring Karl, he’d 
almost forgotten about Sean and the whole disastrous night.  

It was so very different from Sean – hot in a way that another man couldn’t be – and 
yet there seemed to be limits too.  Perhaps it was because she was a woman that he 
held back.  Or perhaps it was due to the fact that she belonged to another man, 
whose eyes he thought he could feel on his back, though David was quite busy with 
Ian, the both of them entwined on the rug in a sixty-nine position.

And there was Sean, behind Karl, his cock slipping and sliding out of him in a slow 
rhythm as he parted his ass cheeks.  Lij’s cock was in Karl’s mouth and the double 
penetration was more than Viggo could take.

Roughly he removed his cock from between Miranda’s sucking lips and crushed her 
breasts together in a vice-like grip, burying his cock in the tight and hot satin space 
he’d created there.  Her saliva made a perfect slick lubricant as he pushed in and 
out, mimicking his lover’s movements.

It wasn’t long before their eyes bridged the small gap between them, each daring 
and challenging the other.

Sean fucked Karl – deep, slow strokes – pulling all the way to the thick crown, then 
plunging back in…

Viggo fucked Miranda between the slippery valley of her tightly-held breasts, the 
head of his cock nearly brushing against her parted lips…

Sean fucked Karl – each measured thrust brushing against Karl’s prostate – 
swivelling his hips to bring the angle of contact deeper…

Viggo fucked Miranda with an almost brutal tenderness that he’d seldom shown to 
Sean…

They fucked two different people, and yet each lascivious movement of their bodies 
was for the other – to taunt and to tease and to torment – to say all the things they’d 
never dared say or acknowledge… Viggo had never desired Sean as much as he 
wanted him now… 

…Dimly, while sweat of strain poured down over his face, Viggo felt that it was not 
simply thirst for revenge, not only the impulse to claim Sean again, to force this 
beautiful insurgent under him again. It was a need that lived far deeper beneath the 
procellous surface of the sea of his emotions – he loved Sean, loved him more than 
ever for standing up against him… but the realisation cut too deeply, hurt too much; 
it was real, physical pain, only to be countered with physical lust – with thrusting, 
forcing pleasure from Miranda´s flesh… 

Viggo fucked Sean by fucking Miranda, unable to not be concerned for his/her 
pleasure, wishing the gasps and sighs belonged to his lover…

Sean fucked Viggo by fucking Karl.  He fucked with all the jealousy he’d felt for the 
man on his hands and knees in front of him, with all his defiance, and all the rage 
and uncertainty he’d engendered within him… and then again with the solidarity he 
never had managed to keep out of the sex with Karl and something else he felt but 
didn´t even want to know or name… 

Karl swam the treacherous alternating currents of Sean plunging deep inside of him 
and Lij’s surprisingly thick cock stifling his groans, tasting the salty precome… 
somewhere along the ride Sean had told him he could come when he wanted, once 
again overstepping Viggo´s orders which both knew they didn´t care for any longer.

Miranda simply enjoyed pleasing another man besides David, revelled in the 
sensations of being at another’s mastery, free to just ride the waves of bliss with 
another man’s hands creating another wet and willing orifice…

Lij had fantasized about having Karl’s wicked mouth wrapped around him, and the 
reality was far hotter than even his hottest dreams, with that tongue eagerly licking 
him like a sweet.  For a moment he wished that it was just himself and the Kiwi in a 
no-holds barred fuck-fest as he pushed his cock to the back of Karl’s throat…

Sean and Viggo’s tempos grew steadier, quicker – and as if their minds were aligned 
in perfect symmetry, both remembered the past several nights like a hardcore video 
montage – Karl against the wall as they both ravaged his mouth; Karl on the floor 
between them as their cocks took turns fucking his mouth, only to plunge in 
simultaneously; Karl’s mouth as a willing receptacle for their piss; Karl bound as he 
watched them fuck, helpless and needy…Karl whipped by Viggo then fucked by 
Sean who was being fucked by Viggo at the same time…

Volcanic memories erupted as the room was filled with the sounds of cries, gasps 
and groans, wet slurping sounds and that of flesh slapping and sliding against flesh.  
The atmosphere was hothouse intense as undulating bodies in various states of 
unrestrained concupiscence strove to reach the apex of their pleasure.

And amidst the swirling riptides, Sean and Viggo spurred the other on, racing each 
other towards climax, uncertain if it was a competition or a demand…

A heavy masculine voice shouted first, setting off an instant chain reaction as each 
person in the room found themselves rocked in a massive shared orgasm; thick hot 
jets of creamy fluid flooding and coating lips, breasts, mouths and asses…Miranda’s 
sweet feminine juice gushed from between her spread legs, thoroughly soaking 
through the fabric of the sofa…

Even Orlando, the sole hold-out of the group, unable to resist the siren’s call of the 
sexual tableau before him, stroked himself to a ball-draining conclusion, squirted out 
on Karl´s back and collapsed like a rag doll on the floor, panting heavily…

*

Viggo was torn between rage and regret. 

He wondered if they would ever get the smell of sex out of the house.  Certainly the 
sofa would always have the faint lingering traces of Miranda’s orgasm captured in 
the material, and he’d never forget the sight of an elegant Ian turned almost bestial 
as he and David pleasured each other.

What could have been an incredible night of guilt-free sex had become a total 
nightmare, and it had been his fault.

The entire disastrous situation reminded him of long-ago tales of the gold-rush; when 
companions stuck together through misadventure and misfortune – until they finally 
found the treasure they’d been seeking.  Then greed reared its ugly head, corrupting 
them until they killed each other just to have a little bit more.

It had been much the same with him. He had been totally power-mad, corrupted by 
his lust to dominate two strong men who both loved him in their vastly different ways.

Beneath the guilt and self-recrimination, he slowly became aware of just how much 
he needed Sean.  It had taken Karl’s submission to show him – so much for emotion 
instinct. 

Why on earth he’d chosen Sean he had often wondered, when in the past he’d 
gotten off on his partners being submissive, something Sean wasn’t at all by nature. 
He had thought it was thrill of seeing he could force the proud Brit into submission 
and knowing that Sean would only surrender to him and no one else.

Now Viggo saw with the pure crystalline clarity that self-recognition always brought, 
that he truly needed a man like Sean – someone who fought him tooth and nail – to 
keep his dark side in check. He needed an equal, someone who could be partner 
and opponent, who could protect him, if necessary, even from himself. And he knew 
that was exactly what Sean had done.

He needed – wanted – Sean as the powerful alpha male who fiercely guarded his 
heart, and would only surrender to someone he loved…and that surrender meant a 
thousand times more than the surrender of even the most devoted masochist.

Sean would never surrender for his pleasure alone, but would do so out of love and 
devotion.

Just as Karl had done…and much like Sean – Viggo had taken his surrender for 
granted, as his right.

It wasn’t.  Surrender was a gift. 

*

He was tastefully dressed as always. 

Tall. Dark. Dashing in an almost intimidating way. He strode casually up to Sean, a 
careless smile of genuine warmth on lips that just a mere day or so ago, had been 
bringing Sean so much dark and dirty pleasure.

Sean ground his teeth so hard he was sure Karl could hear them. 

Couldn’t Karl be just a little bit more of an asshole, petty, obnoxious, vain – simply a 
little bit easier to hate?  Better yet, couldn’t he have been utterly broken by what he’d 
allowed the man he had loved – and perhaps still did – to do to him?  

Why did he have to be a person of such disgusting beauty and integrity?  Worse, 
why did Sean feel himself admiring that strength of character?

Still, the cold look on Sean’s face didn’t invite Karl to come any further. A few steps 
apart from him Karl stopped, gazed into the chilly green eyes. 

“Thank you.” Karl said simply, openly. Sean grunted something completely 
unintelligible, mistreating every word cruelly. 

“For what you did,” Karl explained, taking Sean’s mess of growls as a question. 

“What I did?” Sean repeated tauntingly. “I fucked you in front of half the cast while 
Lijah fucked your mouth and the rest of them jerked off on you. That what you 
mean?”

Karl couldn’t help letting out a small laugh.  Sean’s calculatedly cruel response didn’t 
surprise him. Stepping closer, he replied. “I know exactly what you did, Sean.  And I 
know why you did it. And I stand by it: Thank you.” 

Ignoring Sean’s attempt to cling to hostility, Karl quickly embraced him. He was 
pleased – and a little bit surprised – to feel Sean’s tense body relax slightly and his 
arms snake around him in a short embrace. 

Before he could stop the words from spilling forth, Sean murmured, “No.  I don’t think 
you’ll ever really know why I did it, Karl.  He lowered his voice to hide the sudden 
onslaught of emotion that welled up.  “Maybe I’ll never know either.” And then, very 
quietly: “Take care…” Karl smiled.

*

Karl saw Viggo standing solitary guard on a stretch of deserted beach, the waves 
lapping at his bare feet playfully and the wind and sun idly playing with his longish 
hair. Several strands defiantly fell over his face as he approached him, as if wanting 
to shield his turbulent thoughts.

This was a much different Viggo now. 

The past few days had been a revelation to Karl.  He’d seen Viggo’s weaknesses – 
and even his cruelty, his need to control everything and everyone. Mere hours after 
the party, the overwhelming sense of intoxication was completely gone.  It had been 
nearly an entire week of being fully exercised of the demon that was his idealistic 
love for Viggo. 

Viggo felt the scrutinizing gaze on him, the same unyielding honesty Karl always 
radiated, honesty about his feelings, and also in his judgement. There was no sense 
of disillusionment, only enlightenment.  Karl had forced him to come face to face with 
parts of himself he’d long denied, had seen him in a way very few people ever had – 
including Sean.  

All thoughts of regret he’d nursed alone, the impulse to apologize to Karl, vanished in 
an instant.

With a slightly arrogant toss of his head, Viggo threw his hair back. The corner of his 
mouth pulled downwards for a moment, baring his teeth in a sneer, then shut his 
mouth, almost in a pout, proudly lifting his chin. It was very much the same defiant 
look he’d given in A Perfect Murder, as he watched Gwyneth Paltrow and Michael 
Douglas from the top of the stairway – the sudden change in his expression, injured 
pride taking over and pushing back conscience-stricken remorse... finally inciting the 
resolve to murder the woman who hurt his manly pride. 

For some reason Karl had always loved that scene, the look on Viggo’s face. It took 
him by surprise when he realized he loved him still. 

Yes damn it, he loved the man – but not the myth.

He wasn’t disappointed with himself, nor shocked in the least. Instead, the realisation 
brought a smile on his lips that stemmed from his deepest core, and shone with an 
aura of secrecy only the most intimate feelings can conjure up on one’s face. 

Yes, he was strong enough to love. To give more than he was given back. To love 
someone despite their flaws. And he’d seen Viggo’s very clearly. He’d looked 
through Viggo, bared the darkness within Viggo’s soul to the light: he could easily 
read Viggo’s mind like an open book. 

He was no longer this superhuman, incandescent, untouchable being.  There was 
vanity, his lust for power, his cruelty, his insecurity and his selfishness. And yet there 
was still all that wonderful Viggo-ishness, too – the playful boy inside the man.

An unknown power coursed through Karl, filling him with vital strength, an almost-
invincibility. He had given himself over to Viggo completely (and to Sean), had 
surrendered body, heart and mind for five days, and he knew Viggo wouldn’t forget a 
single minute of it. 

It was now up to Viggo what he made of it, what he learned from it. Karl had the 
experience of what it meant to love someone without condition, to give without 
taking, and he almost pitied Viggo.

Viggo instantly sensed the change inside of Karl. In an inexplicable way, it changed 
him, too. He stretched out his hand and as Karl took it without hesitation, Viggo 
slightly bowed in deference. They needed no words. Karl nodded once in silent 
acceptance. 

And walked away, never once looking back.

*

When Viggo entered the living room, he saw Sean seated on the sofa, a forlorn look 
on his face. He sat beside him and lightly stroked Sean’s hair, as if he was too shy to 
touch him properly. 

“Was it a mistake, Sean? Did we go too far?” 

Sean didn’t know how to answer the whispered question.  He’d been inside the belly 
of the beast and there was no way he could have possibly emerged unscathed.  
Even now, staccato images of Karl helplessly beneath him, Karl’s eyes, his mouth, 
his cock, his ass – all of it – both thrilled and repelled him.

“I know I went too far…” Viggo whispered, almost inaudibly. “Can we deal with what 
it did to us…can we cope?”

They’d both seen sides of themselves hidden under layers of parry and riposte.  
They had been takers rather than givers, enemies instead of lovers.  They had used 
Karl to deal with feelings and emotions too raw and too frightening to verbalize.  

Actions had definitely spoken louder than words.

Sean looked up at him briefly, a flash of anger staining the green eyes. “You want 
me to surrender to you even though it goes against who I am to give in like that…I’m 
not Karl…”

The accusation made regret wash over him like a bitter tide. “Sean…” and he pulled 
his lover closer, seeking his heart for the right words now.  “No, you’re not Karl, and I 
don’t want Karl.  I honestly admire him for what he did, but I need you to be that little 
bit of rough. I need you to remind me that I can’t have everything I want and that I 
need to be willing to give as well as to take. I need you.”

Sean finally let go, sinking into Viggo’s embrace, his kiss.  “Can you accept me like 
this, Vig?  Is it enough?”

Viggo just kissed him until the words “It will always be more than enough, Sean” 
seared themselves onto his heart.

~Finis~