FIC: The Exchange (NC17) - SB/VM slash

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Title: The Exchange
Author: niceandfluffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen
Warnings: Graphic sex, food play, kink, mild bondage
Beta: mrsbean
Disclaimer: Completely not true, never happened, and is not an accurate portrayal of reality. Written entirely for entertainment purposes.
Summary: Sean finds himself needing to rewrite some of the rules of a bondage session – but at what cost?
Author’s Note: Written for the wordsontongue challenge


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He didn’t know how long he had been waiting. It could have been five minutes or five hours, each second ticking by so damned slowly that Sean was sure time had frozen in place. He shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable. The metal chain between the handcuffs ching-chinged against the headboard as he moved, but he had long since forgotten the indignities of his current bondage. All he was focused on now was the burning, throbbing agony between his legs as he waited for Viggo to return.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Sean squirmed again. His hands instinctively tugged downwards, wanting to touch himself, but the handcuffs were refusing to co-operate. The blindfold was also proving to be an annoyance as well. Sean knew his imagination was relatively active, but this was ridiculous; there were so many different scenarios running around his mind that he could have written five decades worth of porn scripts, and none of them were helping him calm his overheated groin.

Where the hell was Viggo anyway? He had been promising excitement and eroticism all day, a husky whisper in Sean’s ear whenever he had tried to concentrate. The simple task of drinking coffee had been hard after that, let alone trying to do any type of work. And now, when Sean had been stripped naked and thrown roughly onto the bed, handcuffs trapping his hands over his head and a black velvet blindfold snug around his eyes, there was absolutely no sign of him.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Sean snarled, his hips needing to move. He tried to curl up, needing any type of friction against his hard, burning erection, but Viggo had made sure that his arms were just at the wrong angle to try any type of bedroom acrobatics that had not been on the schedule. He flopped back, the growl still vibrating at the back of his throat in pure frustration. He didn’t do waiting. He didn’t do anticipation. Kink was all very well, but it needed to be now and it needed to be straight forward. Waiting was pure agony, his stiffened cock brushing gently against his belly as it tried to find some source of satisfaction.

Sean stopped dead at the sound of the door opening, his breathing slowing as he tried to hear what was happening. Talking was out, Viggo had made that quite clear; although Sean had been willing to give handcuffs a try, he wasn’t quite as sure about the riding crop that Viggo hid underneath his bed. And yet talking was damned tempting – he just couldn’t hear anything once the door had softly clicked shut, and suddenly his burning anticipation had begun to creep into weary tension.

Viggo was an artist. Artists had a nasty tendency to be inventive, and when it was his own naked body on offer then this was more disturbing than he had been expecting. Sean swallowed. Finally he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Vig?”

“No talking,” the words were soft, but firm. They were also from a direction that Sean hadn’t been expecting. He shifted on the bed again, and turned his attention to his right hand side. He could almost feel the hand on his chest already. What would that hand do, he wondered? What would it touch? Would it gently pinch his nipple, or would it glide smoothly over his muscles?

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Still nothing. Sean’s heart was pounding in his chest. His skin had taken a slight sheen of sweat, and his muscles trembled lightly as he forced himself to stay still. There was a strange, stinging sensation through his entire form that was begging him to move, to jump, to pull against the shackles, but god, that would be a bad idea right about now. Do not antagonise the man who held the key to the handcuffs. That might not be the usual golden rule, but Sean felt it still had significant merit.

“Vig?” he said again, his dry throat forcing his voice to croak slightly. There was the softest of snorts from Viggo.

“I told you,” he said pleasantly. “not to talk. Which part of this didn’t you understand?”

“Well, it’s-,”

“No talking.”

Sean growled. Oh, that wasn’t fair. He shifted on the bed again, and glared into the darkness of the blindfold. Viggo had a nasty habit of being sneaky, and he wasn’t opposed to letting the sneakiness creep into his sexual habits.

Apparently he wasn’t opposed to letting his cooking creep into his sexual habits either. Sean was suddenly aware of something very, very cold and wet drip onto his chest; the handcuffs went chink-chink once again as he nearly hit the ceiling.

“What the-?!”

There was a weary sigh. “Sean, silence requires you not to open your mouth,” Viggo said patiently. “But, on behalf of your squeak, it’s ice-cream. Mint choc-chip, before you ask,”

Of course it would be. Sean glared a little harder, but of course only the blindfold reaped that benefit. He shivered, and then trembled a little more as Viggo leaned over him and began to delicately lick up the melted mess. Sean groaned softly as his lover’s hot tongue chased a choc chip around his chest, pausing only to suckle on one of Sean’s nipples before he finished the cleaning programme.

He only hoped the ice-cream didn’t come with a chocolate flake. He didn’t want to think where that would end up.

The bed dipped as Viggo added his weight; Sean held his breath as he felt Viggo straddle his body, leaning over him but not quite touching. The only hint was the soft sound of Viggo’s breathing and the warmth of his breath on Sean’s neck, and that strange tingling feeling that seemed to turn up whenever anyone breached his personal space. Sean strained a little more against the handcuffs, and then jumped as another ice cold splodge ended up on his nipple.

“Fucking hell,” he swore softly. There was yet another weary sigh and his nipple was nibbled a little harder than Sean had been expecting.

“If you’re going to break the rules and talk, then perhaps we should reassess things, hmm?” Viggo purred softly. “You get back your ability to talk in exchange for something else.”

Sean mulled that over. “In exchange for what?” he asked suspiciously.

“Something else. Well?”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“Exactly.” Viggo’s tone made it clear he was smiling. Sean scowled and shifted on the bed, his groin throbbing hard to remind him this really wasn’t the time or place for a long drawn out discussion. How bad could it be, anyway?

Then again Viggo was very inventive.

But not talking was likely to kill him in some form or other.

Then again, the next thing might kill him slower.

Sean growled softly and moved once again, his engorged cock bobbing gently with his hips’ movement accompanied by the musical ‘chink-chink’ of his bondage.

“Well?” Viggo murmured softly, dipping his head to lick his tongue up Sean’s neck lazily. The blond groaned softly, feeling his groin tighten even further. This wasn’t fair. Okay, so submissives weren’t really supposed to get ‘fair’ aimed at them, otherwise it was likely to miss the whole point, but it was much harder when you were actually physically tied up at the time.

“Okay,” he said reluctantly, then shivered in sensation as Viggo’s tongue worked its way up his neck again.

“Good boy,” he breathed in his ear. “Spread your legs.”

Not the best response, but he guessed it could have been worse. Sean growled softly, then slowly allowed his legs to fall apart; the handcuffs and blindfold made him feel remarkably vulnerable, as though the man above him was actually a serial killer rather than his friend of so many years. His breath hitched as he felt the palm of Viggo’s palm brush against his heated erection before drifting down to caress his balls in his hand. The agony intensified, waves of pleasure picking up the pace until he felt as though his lower body was about to explode at any moment.

“Vig,” Sean groaned softly, a growl a little too obvious in his voice.

“Hmmmmmm?” the hand had turned to a light tickle which was forcing Sean to grab onto his willpower with both hands to avoid squirming so badly on the bed that any observer would assume that the blanket was red hold. Sean gasped, and allowed his head to tip back on the pillow. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!

“Please!”

“Please? Please what?”

“Please sir?!” Sean tried, which gained him a throaty chuckle.

“Good try. And no, I’m not speeding up. I like to see you squirm, sweaty and needy and pleading to come,” Viggo’s voice was warm and pleasant, as though all he was doing was advising the best cake to cook when meeting parents in law.

“This isn’t fair,” Sean snarled.

“Good.” Viggo continued to caress his balls with his hand, and leaned up to lick off the sticky ice-cream from his chest. Sean let out a sigh of relief as the hand finally removed itself from his groin, then yelled aloud in shock as ice-cold ice-cream applied itself to his cock and slowly began to trickle between his legs.

“Holy fuck!!”

“I wonder how you’d do that?” Viggo pondered. “A holy fuck. Would you require a priest, for example,”

His tongue began to lick off the ice-cream, following the lines of Sean’s penis; the blond groaned again as Viggo swirled his tongue around the blunt tip and dipped it into the little slit which was already leaking. Sean shuddered and forced himself to remain quiet, but it was damned hard. It was even harder when one hand slid between his legs and began to flicker the tip of a finger against his entrance, in the manner of one who wasn’t quite sure whether to ring the doorbell or not.

Sean squirmed again, needing a little more contact. He whimpered as he felt Viggo’s mouth continue to lick and suck him, his teeth brushing against him lightly as Viggo’s finger slowly began to toy with his bottom. A pop of a cap signified the addition of lube, the finger retreating for a moment to coat itself in the slippery substance, and Sean bit his lip as the finger returned for another scouting mission.

Viggo seemed determined to take his time over it all. Every lick was lazy, every poke from the finger was slow and sensual and enough to drive any sensible person utterly insane. The torture wasn’t even over when the slick finger finally breached him; Sean felt his muscles slowly and reluctantly allow the invader access, discomfort adding to the burning throb that seemed to have taken over the entirety of his body. All this need, all this agonising pleasure, and still nowhere near actually reaching his climax. Sean resisted the urge to howl out his frustration, and widened his legs a little more.

“C’mon.” he begged. “Please.”

“Gotta do things right-,” Viggo’s voice was muffled, the vibrations of each word pulsating through his cock. Sean whimpered again.

“No you don’t!”

The finger paused in its explorations, before giving another little twitch; another finger added to the mix, and began to slowly twist inside him as though they had decided to take up ballroom dancing in Sean’s lower intestine. The blond shifted again, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip with such intensity that he wouldn’t have been surprised to taste blood.

Finally, Viggo chuckled and withdrew his fingers.

“Well,” he drawled softly. “Can’t have you all concerned. That would never do, right?”

Sean let out a sigh of relief, which was pretty premature as it turned out; there was a strange snap of what sounded like rubber in the background, and then a smooth, cool hand slid under his buttocks and raised them firmly. He squirmed automatically, and -then stopped as he felt the firm tip of Viggo’s length press against the tight ring of muscle that led into his body.

“Relax,” Viggo soothed, which was all very well for him to be saying. Sean bit his lip again as he felt his lover slowly press his penis into him, battling for a moment with Sean’s stubborn muscles, then begin to slide ever deeper within him. The blond gasped as Viggo conquered him, inch by painstaking inch, and accompanied by the burning, splitting pain that suggested that the ballroom dancing fingers had completely misjudged how large they had to make his backside. Within a few moments Viggo was buried ball-deep within him, such a hard, unforgiving length in the very core of him that seemed to be the only thing Sean could really focus on.

Well, that was until Viggo’s strange rubber hand rediscovered Sean’s cock and began to stroke it. He couldn’t resist a whimper. The cool, slick hand seemed so alien, and yet it felt right, a forbidden exotic sensation that contrasted so damned well with his own body. He groaned again, his hips leaping in an attempt to get more sensation and to get Viggo moving within him again, but Viggo seemed set on his own timetable. Impaled on the other man’s cock and unable to control the speed of the gloved hand, Sean could only squirm and plead to get his own views heard.

Viggo chuckled and began to move slowly. Sean felt the other man test his balance carefully as he stroked and thrust at the same time, an impressive display of control but so damned needed. He arched his back as the sensations within him began to build, creeping higher and higher to the climax that lay just outside of his reach. His body was already adapting to the massive presence that had taken over his lower region, and Viggo’s thrusts soon picked up speed and power; Sean felt himself shift on the bed from the force, but that wasn’t something he was going to complain over. He gripped Viggo harder with his internal muscles and snarled softly, bucking with his hips to encourage the touches to his cock to speed up.

Faster, faster… closer, closer… Sean’s lip was subjected to even more punishment as he bit down hard on it, screwing his eyes up and feeling his body build higher and higher. Viggo’s breathing stated his own agonies, the other man’s breath ragged and broken as he thrust harder and harder into Sean’s willing body.

Almost.. nearly…

Sean howled in sensation as Viggo’s hand clamped down on him, his tormented body shuddering in his release as he violently came. He stiffened then flopped back down onto the bed, spent and exhausted, as he felt the unmistakable awareness of Viggo’s own climax deep within him.

For the next few minutes they simply stayed there, frozen in place, rediscovering the wonder of oxygen. Sean sighed in contentment as he sagged further onto the mattress, smiling up at Viggo sleepily as the blindfold was removed.

“So, what replaced the silence?” he wondered. “The gloves? Which, by the way, felt like a particularly erotic bin-bag.”

Viggo chuckled and gave him a kiss.

“No.”

Sean frowned. “The ice-cream?”

“Nope.”

“Well, the handcuffs were there already,” he said doubtfully. Viggo chuckled, and brushed the slick gloves down Sean’s cheek fondly.

“I haven’t done it yet.” he advised. Sean’s eyes narrowed.

“What? But we’ve got to meet up with the others in about..,” he paused as he automatically tried to look at his watch and came into conflict with his handcuffs. “… well, soon,”

“And we will,” Viggo replied cheerfully. “Only you’ll be going with an additional accessory that only we will know about,”

Sean’s eyes narrowed even further in suspicion. “Like what?”

The smile that aimed at him was brightness personified. The butt plug that ended up accompanying them to the pub was something else entirely, bright, shining and so damned intimate that Sean had been almost certain that everyone in the damned place knew about it.

That was it. Next time they did kink, he was going to be in charge.

END