fellowshippers | FIC: Excess is Ease

Title: Excess is Ease
Author: Ree (orlicat)
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Viggo and Orlando get a little frisky in the bathroom of a club. Very short.
Warnings: Angst, some kink.
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: I videotaped this. FOR REAL YO. Er. Not.

Posted to: my journal, vigorleancult, orlandoslash & fellow_shippers. Sorry for the mutliples on your friends page. :/

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        Bend down, bend down. Excess
        is the only ease,
        so bend. The sun is in the tree.
        Put your mouth on mine. Bend down
        beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed up scenes
        of what comes after death. Is being
        fled from what bends down in pain.
        The elbow bends in the brain, lifts the cup.
        The worst is yet to dream you up,
        so bend down the intrigue
        you dreamed. Flee the hayneedle in the brain's tree.
        Excess allures by leaps. Stars burn clean. Oriole
        bitches and gleams. Dread is the fear of being less
        forever. So bend. Bend down and kiss
        what you see.

                Excess is Ease, Stan Rice

Leather and silk. Heels clicking on the tiled floor. Alcohol and sweat. Whispered words and screams. Dark purple and blue bruises on soft flesh. Bright red blood on soft bruised lips. Clothes scattered across the floor, tongues fighting for dominance. Fleeting touches and anxious thrusts. Panting, oh breathe and give me more ... oh right there, thats perfect, more please, more. Scratches on tender flesh and eyeliner tracks on sweaty cheeks. Skin slapping against skin, heavier and harder, faster and yes, harder more more please ... Music thumping in perfect rhythm to expertly timed thrusts, perfect moonshaped scratches on soft thighs. Every moan a crescendo, every scream a climax to a song, every scratch and bruise a work of magnificant art. Boot heels clicking against the counter tapping out their own rhythm, legs parted farther than humanly possible, lithe body perched atop the counter. Thigh muscles burning and aching, body quivering, lips begging for more. Close oh so close, just a little more ... oh please, baby please, more ...

Dangerous, oh so dangerous.

Hurt more, a little more. Right there is ... oh yeah thats it. Screams decending to moans softly against that perfect flesh under the ear, stars bursting behind closed eyelids with a release so strong its dizzying. Just a moment to recover darling, so fantastic, so very mind-blowing as always. Soft rustling as clothes are righted. Oh I look a fright, like a magnificant trainwreck, eyeliner everywhere. All right, baby. Lets go. Time to go home.