Fic: Killin' Time. (1/?) VM/SB

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This came outta nowhere and it completely sucks, but hey, somebody's gotta do it!

(also posted at My LJ and at rugbytackle )

Title: Killin' Time (1/?)
Author: themashylady
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: (for this chapter-PG)
Summary: None for this chapter
Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't know these men or make any claims on them.
Warnings: Angst. Self-harm (kinda)

Feedback: Give it to me baby!

Notes: Couldn't be bothered to proof-read, so I put it up as it was.

If I could get over you
then I could get away from here
it's such a lonely place
I only have myself to blame
and if I make it through
the wasteland of my mind
maybe then I'll find a way
to find a brighter day

 

The smell of sweat hung in the air and the room was dark. The thick, heavy drapes that hadn't been opened in months probably, blocked out any offending light.

"Shit"

The cigarette slipped from his fingers, falling quickly to Sean's bare chest burning the skin there. His breath quickened, his eyes wide and bright in the shadows, he decided against moving the hot ash from himself and instead left it to melt the soft skin.

Ah, pain.

Something he was used to, something he could understand, could control.

Lying back, he groaned at the sensation tingling his torso, the warmth spreading from a pinpoint of white-hot heat. As the cigarette slowly burnt itself out, leaving black marks and red-orange embers, Sean let himself drift, his eyelids fluttered shut and he tried to fall asleep.

'Oh Viggo, if only you could see me now.'