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Chameleon	By : sagralisse Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: sagralisse

Pairing: Viggo/Billy

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Lies, all lies.

A/N: My first attempt at RPS, written early last year.

Feedback: Man, can you hook me up? I need a fix.
"This is the last one, sorry." Viggo sat a bottle on the coffee table.
"Oh, sorry," said Billy. His smile lost a little of its potency. He looked at the beer and then at Viggo.
"Go ahead. I'm fine."
Billy drank a bit, enjoying the cold. "Would you like to go out, then? Or I could go and get some more."
"I'm fine." Viggo's voice had that serene sound to it. For the millionth time he watched they way Billy's expressions kept changing under his gaze. Billy could act, but he could never not act. He could never just be impassive. Now he showed a smile, a flash of open-mouthed uncertainty, then I'm-about-to-say-something-clever.
"Am I keeping you up then? It is nine-thirty already."
Viggo snorted, smiled. "No, you're fine. You're always welcome here." It was always easy to leave things half-said.
Billy flashed a grin, a silly one with his eyebrows up. "Next time I'll bring the beer."
"Hmmm." Viggo leaned in and touched Billy's face. First touch. The grin vaporized, left a moment of blankness. Then something earnest and angelic took its place as Viggo traced his jawline.
"If you like."
"What?"
"You can bring the beer next time if you like."
"Oh."
Viggo was content. He stroked Billy's cheek and watched him decide what to do next. After three heartbeats Billy came to him for a kiss. Viggo held his face and kissed him slowly, breathing serenity into him. Billy's kiss changed like his expressions, at first eager, then more relaxed... then something deeper began building. Viggo smiled. Billy's hands felt nice, searching for bare skin under Viggo's sweatshirt. His mouth tasted like desire, or maybe beer. Sometimes it was difficult to tell the difference.
Billy's hands found their way to the top of Viggo's jeans and began undoing buttons. He broke off the kiss. Then Viggo could watch his face again, observing that sweet openness, a flash of self-consciousness, a flush, a touch of sadness, hunger. Viggo felt a bit guilty for taking pleasure in that uncertainty... just a bit. Billy might want encouragement, but he could do without it for now.
Billy closed his eyes and slid off the sofa, knelt between Viggo's legs. He gave just a little "what the fuck" look before turning his face away. Viggo felt Billy's hands on his cock, and then the warmth of his mouth and his tongue moving. Viggo sighed.
It became difficult for Viggo to stay impassive, thinking of that expressive mouth while feeling it encircling him. He hummed a little, letting himself show a le ple passion, passing his hands through Billy's hair, to his bare neck. He pulled Billy closer, closed his eyes. A little passion. It was obvious anyway as he pushed deep into Billy's mouth.
"Fuck." Viggo thought of curls framing an angelic face and smiled.
Billy came up for air and gave Viggo's glans a bit of attention. He ran his tongue over all of it, around a few times before gently probing his urethra. Viggo pushed aside the rumples of his shirt and began watching him again. This time he saw concentration, contentment. Then Billy took him back deep into his mouth, and his face was distorted but angelic still.
It was fabulous, but Billy's eagerness was beginning to be contagious. Billy was pulling Viggo's jeans off now, muttering "let's have these off then" softly as he sought more bare skin.
Billy had picked at Viggo's defenses for a ridiculously long time, had tried his humor, tried teasing, had tried charm after charm as if they were keys to Viggo's locked door. No doubt they'd opened many doors before. Viggo had half-expected him to give up, but he hadn't. He was here, hands stroking the long muscles in Viggo's legs, his mouth seeking, trying a little slower rhythm, a little faster, a little less tongue, a touch of teeth, searching for another key.
When Viggo felt the beginnings of a deep itch he groaned. He sat up and pushed Billy away gently, kissed him.
"Come with me." He rose and went into the bedroom, shedding his shirt as he went. Billy trailed behind. Viggo plopped himself on his big bed, shifted to the middle and sat cross-legged. He swung the hair out of his eyes and gave Billy a half-smile. Billy stood, looking sublimely awkward again, adrift. Then he began undressing under Viggo's cool gaze, revealing pale skin, a body more masculine and ordinary than his face. He looked as if he was longing for something, but didn't know what it was.
"There's lube and condoms in the drawer there." Billy flashed a startled look, chagrin at being startled, laughter at himself for being chagrined. He located them without fumbling, but then put them down again to took off his watch. Finally he brought them to Viggo, trying not to look like he was crawling across the bed.
Viggo took them from him and unexpectedly pulled him into a warm embrace. It was as if he'd decided that remaining distant would be somehow... too false to be forgiven. Like the ugly sneer of a bad top. Billy was unbelievably pliant as Viggo pulled him down, spooning with him. Billy gasped as Viggo's hand found his cock and his mouth found Billy's neck and earlobe. Viggo thought about short hair that left a sweetly arching neck quite bare and smiled again.
His hands roamed -- gentling, arousing, taking ownership. He pressed his cock against the cool curve of Billy's ass. Billy reached around, awkwardly, but Viggo captured his wrists and held them lightly in one of his.
"Relax," he said in Billy's ear, and Billy did. Viggo ran his hand over Billy's chest and stomach. Billy rippled at his touch, like Viggo's fingers were trailing through a pool of clear water. "I'm glad you came tonight. Are you?"
"Aye." Billy hadn't lost his voice quite yet. He turned onto his back and Viggo saw that his expressions had stopped changing. He was just... open. Maybe happy. Viggo kissed his mouth, open-eyed, and Billy looked back at him. He looked like he'd been fucked already, but then Viggo touched him again, and a shadow of impatience crossed that glow.
Viggo shifted on top of him, one knee between Billy's legs. He thrust against Billy, feeling pubic hair against his cock... feeling Billy's cock pressed between them. Now Billy's hands were free again. He stroked Viggo's arms and chest, echoing Viggo's touch. Viggo closed his eyes and thrust against him more urgently. His serenity dissipated, or at least it was joined by something more feral. He opened his eyes to see Billy half-smiling, eyes twinkling. It was most definitely an I'm-going-to-get-fucked-really-soon smile. Which was alright. Viggo shook the hair out of his eyes and grinned crookedly back at him. After all, it was true.
Viggo knelt between Billy's legs, spreading them, then found the condom and rolled it on. He paused to stroke Billy's cock and cup his balls, stroking the silky skin behind them. His hands left Billy for a moment, and Billy shivered. Then they were back and one was tugging his balls while the other rubbed cool lubricant into his ass.
And then, after months of teasing, after months of trying to find the right key that would make Viggo open up, Viggo was pushing in... pulling him onto his cock. It was Viggo entering him smoothly. Viggo felt nothing like resistance, only a tightness that was breathtakingly sweet. A hiss of pleasure escaped him as that one never-ending thrust brought him all the way in. Billy was whimpering with his head thrown back. Viggo pulled out a bit and rolled his hips. The resulting moan from Billy gave Viggo a fierce grin.
"Viggo." Billy called him and he thrust again, deeper. "Viggo." This time it came out as a whisper. Viggo went to him, lay against him, kissed him again, fucked him, and for a long time listened to his breath catch with each thrust. At last, with a sigh he abandoned that last bit of distance, that last bit of tantric slowness angan gan fucking Billy hard. His nostrils flared. Billy moved with him, accepting, incapable of being surprised.
Viggo put his teeth against Billy's neck and thought of a rabbit dangling from the jaws of a wolf. He bit, and Billy startled, groaned and came in a hot rush between their bodies. A few fierce strokes later Viggo came also... a long, roaring orgasm. Sparks obscured his vision, swam around Billy's face like fireflies.
He held that moment for a long time, pinning it, refusing to let it wriggle away from them. And then he moved off, found covers and pulled them over them both. He settled beside Billy, draping his arm over Billy's chest. He felteleseless, which was a kind of serenity.
Billy smiled a new smile, one that seemed almost surprised that there was life after, or maybe surprised at how Viggo's arm around him seemed to stake some sort of claim. He saw Viggo still watching him through half-closed eyes and sighed.
"Can you turn the lights out now?"
"Hmm... do I have to?"
"Aye."
Viggo gave him a quirky smile. "Alright."
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