Title: "Pozhaluysta" Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen Rating: NC-17 Summary: It's been too long since Viggo's been in Sean's bed. Disclaimer: Never happened. Notes: All information about Viggo's tattoos and their meanings can be found here. Thanks to Madame_D for the brilliant Russian translations. Written for the Sons Of Gondor Halloween Trick Or Treat Exchange, for Empy, who wanted Bean/Viggo, tattoos and bloodplay (if possible). Takes place during the filming for 'Eastern Promises', which took place in London. It's been far too long since Viggo and Sean have been together like this – had more than a night, an hour, a few stolen moments between filming this, promoting that, always on the move. Far too long since they've had time to relax, rediscover, explore. Since Viggo's been here in Sean's home, his bed, on crisp cotton sheets, since Viggo's had Sean's low, soft voice in his ear, felt Sean around him, with him, both of them naked and stretched out and open. So much time, too much time, and Viggo was determined to make up for some of it (not all of it, no, he knew better than to tempt the fates), to give himself completely over to Sean, to remind them both what it was like between them. "Tell me about this one, then." Viggo arched as Sean's tongue snaked over inked skin, blazing fire along every inch of his back where Sean was touching him, moan muffled by his pillow. He couldn't believe he'd ever forgotten, even for a second, what this felt like. What Sean felt like, tasted like, the rasp of Sean's tongue on him, the way his skin pebbled under the caress. "Which...which one is it?" "Looks like a church. With writing on the top." "Ah. Um." Viggo let out another soft moan, clutched the sheets with shaking hands. Tried to keep from begging when Sean urged him onto his hands and knees. Tried to concentrate, even though his entire body was anticipating what was coming next. "It says...vazhno ostat'sya chelovekom...the...the important thing is to remain human. The, uh, the cupolas...they're...prison sentences." "Intriguing." Then Viggo felt the slicked head of Sean's cock start to push inside him, and he pushed back into the invasion, tucking his knees underneath him. Both hissed their pleasure at the first slide home. "Still so tight," Sean murmured, sounding slightly surprised and pleased, and ran roughened hands up along Viggo's back, then across his shoulders and arms. "And these on your arms?" he asked, slowly starting to move. Concentrate. Concentrate. Breathe. "They're..." Sean twisted his hips just so, and it took Viggo a moment to regain his bearings, to remember where he was, where they were. "The crow's...death...and the...God, Sean, the skull is...means murderer." "And the sayings?" He felt Sean press against him, the heat of his chest against Viggo's back, cock moving in and out with slow precision, painting each word across the shell of Viggo's ear. Viggo clenched his hands into fists, vision blurring as Sean thrust deep. "Cherniy voron...ya...ya ne tvoy...Nesmotrya na...sud'bu...pozhaluysta, neh ostanavlivaysya..." "What was that?" "Don't stop," he repeated in English, then lapsed once again into Russian when Sean's tongue flickered along the cords of his neck. "Pozhaluysta, Sean...pozhaluysta, neh ostanavlivaysya..." "Now that, I think, I understand." Sean's laughter was low, slithered along the pulse in Viggo's neck. The next thrust was brutal, hard, sent Viggo sprawling onto the bed. "Perfect," he heard Sean murmur through the roaring in his ears, and then Sean dug long fingers into his hips as he started to move. Viggo's eyes watered at the pain, at the pleasure, both battling inside him, each stroke of Sean's cock taking him higher, then higher still. He rubbed his own cock along the sheets, desperate for friction, for that final push, and when Sean hit his prostate just right, he bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The world went white, then grey, and spun lazily for a few timeless moments. Then gentle hands turned him over and a soft kiss, tasting faintly of copper and nicotine, was pressed against his lips. When he opened dazed eyes, Sean's soft, intimate smile was the first thing he saw. "Ready?" Sean asked, but didn't wait for a reply. He just pushed Viggo's legs apart, slid back in, bracing his hands on either side of Viggo's head. Sweat dripped from Sean's forehead and nose onto Viggo as he curled trembling fingers around Sean's arms and held tight, met each downward stroke with his own counter-thrust. Wrapped his legs around Sean's thighs to hold him in place, chests rubbing, matted hairs tangling together as they moved, harsh grunts spilling from Sean's lips, vibrating against Viggo's. The next time either of them spoke, the shadows had lengthened along the walls, and Viggo was dozing, head cradled on Sean's shoulder, with one of Sean's arms wrapped comfortably around them. They were tangled so close that not even Viggo was certain he could tell them apart. The idea of it was comforting. "Let's not wait this long next time." "Hmm?" The what Sean said broke through the post-coital lassitude. "You sure?" he asked, lifting his head. It was hard to read Sean's expression, but what he saw encouraged him. "Yeah," Sean replied softly. "I'm sure." A litany of questions and practicalities was on the tip of Viggo's tongue, but he swallowed the words. Swallowed the fear that this may not be what he wanted it to be. There was time enough for that talk later. For figuring things out and seeing if maybe this was...well, if it was. For now, he had this. And, all things considered, this wasn't so bad. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!