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Title: Lights Out
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stationer
Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom likes to hit
Disclaimer: not. true.
Warning: Violence and rough sex
x-posted toviggodom, stationer
Lights Out
by stationer
The first time Dom hits Viggo it's with an open-handed smack across his left cheek. Viggo's left, Dom's right. It stings for all of two minutes and Viggo forgives Dom after one.
"Don't do it again," Viggo warns, his raspy voice rumbling through the dark kitchen, daring Dom to respond.
"Don't make me do it again," Dom replies hotly.
Viggo smirks at Dom's snotty tone and schoolyard-bully stance, hands on hips, chin tilted upward in cocky defiance.
"Fuck you," Viggo says evenly. He takes two steps closer to Dom, the linoleum sticking to his bare feet.
It was worth it, Viggo thinks when Dom turns and runs, the screen door banging shut behind him. It was worth it to feel Dom's hot mouth under his own, to feel his body squirm between Viggo's hips and kitchen counter.
***
The second time leaves bruises on Viggo's upper arms and left cheekbone and makes him think twice about groping his friends in public washrooms.
Viggo is surprised when Dom shoves him up against the wall and even more surprised when Dom's fist collides with his face.
"Fag," Dom says, his face contorted with fury.
He spits on Viggo's shoes, steps over to the urinals, takes a piss and then washes his hands with enough liquid soap for his whole body.
***
The third time is in Viggo's doorway, the porch light buzzing and flickering on its last legs.
Viggo stumbles blearily to the front hall, tripping over various shoes and misplaced books in the dark. He remembers the note Henry had left for him in the kitchen before leaving for his mother's and doesn't even try to turn on the light.
DAD! light bulbs - bathroom and front hall. -Henry.
When he opens the door Dom's eyes are little grey slits and his mouth is set in a deep, angry scowl. His ears burn bright red in the wavering light. Viggo's cock is awake now, even if the rest of him isn't. Dom's eyes follow Viggo's hands as they move to adjust the waistband of his boxers.
When Dom's fist slams into Viggo's bare stomach he takes two steps back and tries to remember how to breathe. Dom's hand is still clenched into a fist, ready to strike again. Viggo takes a second to wonder how so much anger could possibly manifest itself in a 27 year old brat who has everything he could ever want.
And then he grabs Dom's fist mid-swing with his left hand and smacks his cheek with his right hand. Dom looks bewildered, like he never expected Viggo to fight back.
You arrogant, little fuck, Viggo thinks as he pushes Dom face first onto his leather couch and straddles him, pulling Dom's wrists together behind his back.
Viggo tries not to rock his hips against Dom's ass, bites his lip to keep himself from leaning forward and licking a trail up Dom's restrained arm. Dom's hips are shifting now, struggling to get out from under Viggo. He makes a muffled little noise that Viggo can't hear properly.
"What?" he asks roughly.
He hears it again, a tiny request whimpered into the couch cushions.
"Speak the fuck up," Viggo says, tightening his hold on Dom's leather-clad wrists.
"I said I want you to fuck me, you stupid motherfucking asshole!"
Hot anger bubbles up from Viggo's stomach and his restraint snaps like a rubber band in his chest. He holds both of Dom's wrists down with his left hand and with his right he deftly reaches under Dom's hips, pops his fly and yanks his jeans down with one rough tug.
Dom grunts into the pillows when Viggo's open palm smack against his bare ass.
"On your knees," Viggo says. His voice is calm and casual, but his hands are shaking like leaves. He lets go of Dom's wrists, sits back and drags Dom's jeans the rest of the way down his legs, his blue flip-flops going with them.
"Fucking whore," Viggo hisses, "won't even put on a pair of underwear." The heavy denim lands with a thud and a little jingle of loose change on the floor.
Dom's legs are spread wide now, bare knees digging into the soft, black leather of Viggo's couch. Viggo reaches a hand out to Dom's back and pushes his t-shirt up. Dom's spine arches slowly into Viggo's touch and Viggo lets his fingers press solidly against each vertebrae.
"Viggo," Dom growls angrily, shivering at the roaming fingers on his warm skin.
Viggo's cock is hard and aching in his boxers. He pushes them down around his thighs, jerks his cock a few times, smearing the pre-come down with his fingers. He stifles a groan when Dom's hips shift backwards slightly.
"You need to learn to be patient," Viggo grumbles, eyeing Dom's perfect little ass.
When Viggo pushes Dom forward and tongues lightly around Dom's asshole Dom tenses up and mumbles something that sounds like ohjesusfuck into the leather cushions. And when Viggo slides his cock into Dom, hard and fast and shaking Dom chokes out a scream that Viggo hopes is supposed to be his name.
Viggo wraps his fist around Dom's cock, thicker than he expected, and jerks it roughly up and down. He slams his hips hard against Dom and Dom clutches the arm of the couch, swearing and yelling until he spills into Viggo's hand and Viggo pushes him down onto his stomach. Viggo bites hard on Dom's shoulder and makes no noise when he comes hot and sticky on Dom's back.
***
The fourth time Viggo is expecting it and sits on his bathroom floor for three hours with a package of frozen peas slapped over his black eye.
He wakes up sticky and cold on his leather couch, boxers still twisted around his thighs. He finds Dom in the bathroom, dark eyes staring into the mirror.
"You bit me," Dom says.
Viggo glances at Dom's shoulder and sees the red teeth marks, barely visible against Dom's tanned skin.
"You fuckin' deserved it," Viggo says, knowing it's the most wrong thing he could possibly say. Still, he's been planning on saying it since the exact second his teeth sunk into Dom's flesh.
When Dom turns around and takes a swing Viggo doesn't even think about stopping him. He backs up against the wall and waits for it. When he's sure he's heard the front door close he reaches for the light switch and then remembers, light bulbs - bathroom and front hall.
In the kitchen the big windows let in the bright mid-morning sunlight, but Viggo flips the lights on anyway, just to prove he can.
Author:
stationer Pairing: Dom/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dom likes to hit
Disclaimer: not. true.
Warning: Violence and rough sex
x-posted to
viggodom, stationerLights Out
by stationer
The first time Dom hits Viggo it's with an open-handed smack across his left cheek. Viggo's left, Dom's right. It stings for all of two minutes and Viggo forgives Dom after one.
"Don't do it again," Viggo warns, his raspy voice rumbling through the dark kitchen, daring Dom to respond.
"Don't make me do it again," Dom replies hotly.
Viggo smirks at Dom's snotty tone and schoolyard-bully stance, hands on hips, chin tilted upward in cocky defiance.
"Fuck you," Viggo says evenly. He takes two steps closer to Dom, the linoleum sticking to his bare feet.
It was worth it, Viggo thinks when Dom turns and runs, the screen door banging shut behind him. It was worth it to feel Dom's hot mouth under his own, to feel his body squirm between Viggo's hips and kitchen counter.
***
The second time leaves bruises on Viggo's upper arms and left cheekbone and makes him think twice about groping his friends in public washrooms.
Viggo is surprised when Dom shoves him up against the wall and even more surprised when Dom's fist collides with his face.
"Fag," Dom says, his face contorted with fury.
He spits on Viggo's shoes, steps over to the urinals, takes a piss and then washes his hands with enough liquid soap for his whole body.
***
The third time is in Viggo's doorway, the porch light buzzing and flickering on its last legs.
Viggo stumbles blearily to the front hall, tripping over various shoes and misplaced books in the dark. He remembers the note Henry had left for him in the kitchen before leaving for his mother's and doesn't even try to turn on the light.
DAD! light bulbs - bathroom and front hall. -Henry.
When he opens the door Dom's eyes are little grey slits and his mouth is set in a deep, angry scowl. His ears burn bright red in the wavering light. Viggo's cock is awake now, even if the rest of him isn't. Dom's eyes follow Viggo's hands as they move to adjust the waistband of his boxers.
When Dom's fist slams into Viggo's bare stomach he takes two steps back and tries to remember how to breathe. Dom's hand is still clenched into a fist, ready to strike again. Viggo takes a second to wonder how so much anger could possibly manifest itself in a 27 year old brat who has everything he could ever want.
And then he grabs Dom's fist mid-swing with his left hand and smacks his cheek with his right hand. Dom looks bewildered, like he never expected Viggo to fight back.
You arrogant, little fuck, Viggo thinks as he pushes Dom face first onto his leather couch and straddles him, pulling Dom's wrists together behind his back.
Viggo tries not to rock his hips against Dom's ass, bites his lip to keep himself from leaning forward and licking a trail up Dom's restrained arm. Dom's hips are shifting now, struggling to get out from under Viggo. He makes a muffled little noise that Viggo can't hear properly.
"What?" he asks roughly.
He hears it again, a tiny request whimpered into the couch cushions.
"Speak the fuck up," Viggo says, tightening his hold on Dom's leather-clad wrists.
"I said I want you to fuck me, you stupid motherfucking asshole!"
Hot anger bubbles up from Viggo's stomach and his restraint snaps like a rubber band in his chest. He holds both of Dom's wrists down with his left hand and with his right he deftly reaches under Dom's hips, pops his fly and yanks his jeans down with one rough tug.
Dom grunts into the pillows when Viggo's open palm smack against his bare ass.
"On your knees," Viggo says. His voice is calm and casual, but his hands are shaking like leaves. He lets go of Dom's wrists, sits back and drags Dom's jeans the rest of the way down his legs, his blue flip-flops going with them.
"Fucking whore," Viggo hisses, "won't even put on a pair of underwear." The heavy denim lands with a thud and a little jingle of loose change on the floor.
Dom's legs are spread wide now, bare knees digging into the soft, black leather of Viggo's couch. Viggo reaches a hand out to Dom's back and pushes his t-shirt up. Dom's spine arches slowly into Viggo's touch and Viggo lets his fingers press solidly against each vertebrae.
"Viggo," Dom growls angrily, shivering at the roaming fingers on his warm skin.
Viggo's cock is hard and aching in his boxers. He pushes them down around his thighs, jerks his cock a few times, smearing the pre-come down with his fingers. He stifles a groan when Dom's hips shift backwards slightly.
"You need to learn to be patient," Viggo grumbles, eyeing Dom's perfect little ass.
When Viggo pushes Dom forward and tongues lightly around Dom's asshole Dom tenses up and mumbles something that sounds like ohjesusfuck into the leather cushions. And when Viggo slides his cock into Dom, hard and fast and shaking Dom chokes out a scream that Viggo hopes is supposed to be his name.
Viggo wraps his fist around Dom's cock, thicker than he expected, and jerks it roughly up and down. He slams his hips hard against Dom and Dom clutches the arm of the couch, swearing and yelling until he spills into Viggo's hand and Viggo pushes him down onto his stomach. Viggo bites hard on Dom's shoulder and makes no noise when he comes hot and sticky on Dom's back.
***
The fourth time Viggo is expecting it and sits on his bathroom floor for three hours with a package of frozen peas slapped over his black eye.
He wakes up sticky and cold on his leather couch, boxers still twisted around his thighs. He finds Dom in the bathroom, dark eyes staring into the mirror.
"You bit me," Dom says.
Viggo glances at Dom's shoulder and sees the red teeth marks, barely visible against Dom's tanned skin.
"You fuckin' deserved it," Viggo says, knowing it's the most wrong thing he could possibly say. Still, he's been planning on saying it since the exact second his teeth sunk into Dom's flesh.
When Dom turns around and takes a swing Viggo doesn't even think about stopping him. He backs up against the wall and waits for it. When he's sure he's heard the front door close he reaches for the light switch and then remembers, light bulbs - bathroom and front hall.
In the kitchen the big windows let in the bright mid-morning sunlight, but Viggo flips the lights on anyway, just to prove he can.
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Actually, no, I'm very insecure about writing graphic sex. I can never get it to sound the way I want it to, so I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
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