Birthday Fiction Double Feature

[moldava]

!!! Happy Birthday !!!lannamichaels

*tackles and snogs you*
You and puppy and your invite code got me in this LJ madness and I'll never be the same again
*snogs you some more, sends puppy to lick you all over*

Have a fantastic day and enjoy your gifts ;)
Since I couldn't decide on which of the two you'd like better, here are both. One is schmoop and one is slightly kinky pwp.




Title: Lanna's Puppy reads slash
Author: moldava
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R
Disclaimer: not mine, and Puppy belongs to lannamichaels
Notes: unbeta'ed


Viggo was sprawling on the couch, apparently immersed in some deep creative writing but in fact doodling idly and ogling Sean, who was seated in front of his laptop.
He loved watching as grins and frowns and a myriad of other different emotions chased each other across Sean's face when he didn't know he was being watched.

He now peered at him curiously, intrigued by the way his face had suddenly gone sort of purplish.

"Something wrong, Sean?" he inquired, slightly worried.

Sean spluttered and gestured to the laptop screen, apparently too outraged for words.

Viggo rose from the couch and went to stand behind him. However, he soon forgot his curiosity as to the cause of Sean's agitation. The back of Sean's neck had gone reddish too, and Viggo decided he'd better check if this meant it tasted differently, so he started sucking and biting gently on the skin just below Sean's hairline.

Sean would not be distracted though, and that meant something was really the matter, so with a last nibble Viggo reluctantly turned his attention to the screen.

"So, what's wrong, Sean" he asked, his hands massaging Sean's tense shoulders.

"It's that damn woman, she's at it again!!"

Mmmhh, Sean sounded outraged, thought Viggo, nuzzling his hair, noting with pleasure that for once they were clean of gel, nice and silky.

"Is she? And what exactly is she doing? And what woman are you talking about by the way?"

"That Lannamichaels, the one who's always writing of me. You know what she's up to now? She's writing of me as if I were a puppy!!"

"Really? How cute of her. Yes…" Viggo drawled softly, still nuzzling Sean's hair. "She's not really off the mark, you know, I must say that a puppy!Sean sounds quite appealing. And does this woman go all sweet and schmoopy over puppy!Sean?"

Sean snorted. "No way, she's evil, I tell you. I'm puppy and you're my Master. And you wouldn't believe the things she has me doing for you…"

Sean was blushing again, Viggo noted. "Like what?" he asked, intrigued.

"Well, it seems that I'm a real slut, and a bit of a pain whore too. Heck, the way she writes it, it seems that I'm quite ready to do just anything you tell me to do, and say 'thank you Master' to boot…"

"You've been reading those slash stories again…" Viggo's tone was now stern. "How many times must I tell you not to dabble with that stuff? It always gets you all worked up."

Sean squirmed in his seat, looking just like a puppy being scolded by its master. If he'd had a tail it would have been wagging ingratiatingly.

"But Viggo, it's such funny stuff to read, and you must admit that there have been times you've enjoyed experimenting little ideas I picked up while reading those stories."

"Ha! So now you're trying to tell me that you read that stuff just to make me happy? Sean, I'm really beginning to believe that Lanna woman is right. You are a bit of a slut, and you certainly are my slut. So if she now says you're a puppy and I'm your Master, she must be right on that count too. Mhh…" Viggo swivelled Sean's chair around so that they now faced each other and gave him a good once over. "Yes, I think you make a really nice puppy." He straddled Sean's legs and started murmuring gently. "Are we a cuddly puppy? Do we like to play with Master? Do we enjoy having our tummy scratched?" he asked as his hand crept under Sean's sweater and started stroking his belly.

Sean arched up and wiggled a bit under Viggo's hand, making purring sounds that actually belonged more to a kitten than a puppy.

"Oh, yes, good puppy…" Viggo cooed, his teasing fingertips trailing up and down, from Sean's nipples to the waistband of his sweats, his light touch driving Sean crazy. "You know Sean, good well-trained puppies wag their tail at Master to show they're happy to see him. Is my puppy happy to see me? Will he wag his tail for Master?" he asked, his hand slipping down inside Sean's sweats to encircle his twitching cock. "Mmh, nice tail I must say, quite thick for a puppy… oh yes, looks like we're one very enthusiastic puppy, sooo happy to feel his Master's hand petting him… That Lanna is certainly right, this is one sluttish puppy," Viggo remarked as puppy gave one hard push and came into his Master's hand.

"You know Sean," Viggo observed casually while licking his hand clean, "good affectionate puppies will show their affection to Master every chance they have, sort of licking his hand, his face, other body parts maybe, if they're accessible…"

He was still talking when he found himself tackled to the ground and swarmed all over by puppy's eager paws. Puppy nosed his way under Viggo's t-shirt and started licking eagerly his chest, wetting the hair with broad strokes of his tongue and chewing playfully on Viggo's nipples.

"I think I'm beginning to see the appeal of this," mouthed Sean, tugging with his teeth on the line of hair that went down Viggo's belly to his groin. He pushed Viggo's pants out of the way and started licking all around his crotch, deliberately avoiding Viggo's cock, hard and leaking by now.

Every time Viggo twisted, trying to bring his hard on in contact with Sean's mouth, Sean moved back, until Viggo decided he'd had enough of this hide and seek.

"Fuck, Sean, are you trying to kill me or what?" he panted.

Sean rested his chin right beside the small pool of precome on Viggo's belly and looked up at him smiling, a wolf cub more than a puppy actually.

"Oh Master, puppy is terribly sorry but puppy would never dare eat Master unless Master gives his explicit permission," Sean sounded entirely too pleased with himself, Master thought gritting his teeth.

"Sean, or puppy, or whatever you wish to be called, either you go down on me like now or I'll keep you leashed to the bedpost until I am convinced you've learned that cleverness is not a quality appreciated in a puppy that's respectful of his Master. Are we clear?"

Sean - he was one hell of an actor after all - managed a look that was half-smirk, half kicked-puppy, licked his lips in anticipation and swallowed Viggo entirely in one go.

Oh yes, thought Viggo, trying not too buck too much off the floor and into Sean's mouth, puppy was very talented indeed and had a wicked tongue too. He moaned as said wicked tongue did wicked things all around his head and into his slit. He fisted his hands into Sean's hair and came with a strangled shout.

When his eyes went back into focus, Viggo found himself staring into his puppy's impish green eyes.

"Puppy would like to snuggle with Master now," Sean pleaded, smiling.

Viggo nodded, still too dazed to speak, and allowed Sean to plaster himself all over him and nestle under his chin.

"Puppy," Viggo said lazily once he'd caught his breath back, "remember to get that Lanna woman's address for your Master. Master is grateful and wants to send her a gift."

"Yes Master, and maybe if we are nice to her she will write us a story with naughty puppy leashed to the bedpost," Sean added dreamily.






Title: Handcuffs & Gloves
Author: moldava
Pairing: Alec/James
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not mine regretfully
Notes: unbeta'ed; warnings for PWP and use of toys; gloves courtesy of my friend Bernie



Handcuffs & Gloves

Alec watched with a satisfied smirk Mr. James Bond, sprawled on Alec's own bed and snoring softly.

These Brits, he thought, always acting so very cool and superior... and they couldn't even tuck away a bottle of vodka.
But that was okay with him, that suited his plans for tonight.

For quite a while he'd been wanting to get 007 exactly in the position he was now. To be more specific, what he had in mind required Mr. Bond to be awake enough to actively participate in the night's entertainment, but that would come in its own time, Alec was in no hurry.

And it wasn't as if Mr. Bond was going anywhere tonight, 006 smirked, as comfily padded handcuffs were snapped around unresisting wrists and on to the bedposts.

He surveyed his work and nodded to himself, pleased with what he was seeing. He licked his lip, trying to calculate how long it would take for 007 to sleep off the worse of the vodka overload. What he was aiming for was that moment when the sleepiness from the alcohol had gone but the high was still there.

He ruthlessly stamped down the impulse to touch himself and opted instead for a cold shower. He paused a moment to give James a last leer, then headed to the bathroom.

***

When Alec returned about twenty minutes later, he was clad only in a pair of black silk boxers and he looked like sin.

Bond was still asleep.

Alec toyed with the idea of waiting for 007 to wake up before taking his clothes off, so that he could make him beg for that, then decided not to wait and started stripping him.
He had to pause after unbuttoning Bond's shirt, the handcuffs were in the way... He shrugged and ripped the shirt apart, knowing that just this would be enough to make Bond furious and ranting about the fact that the shirt was a Turnbull & Asser one.

Alec's not too gentle stripping woke Bond from his stupor. He blinked dazedly. Automatically he tried to roll onto his side to take a look at the watch on the bedside table and found himself unable to move. He realized he was cuffed to the bedposts. He looked up to see Alec grinning at him, arms crossed over his naked chest, black boxers hugging his hips and showing the outline of a semi hard cock.

Bond let out a colorful string of profanity, straining and pulling at the handcuffs while Alec simply watched, and smiled, and licked his lip in that unconscious reflex that always drove Bond wild with lust.

Alec drank in the sight, feeling the rush of heat running again through his body, barely cooled down by the icy shower. The way the hair covered Bond's chest and belly down to the patch at his groin was totally hot. And gave him an idea.

He went to open a drawer and took out a box. There was a pair of black leather gloves in it and he drew them on with unusual care as Bond eyed him warily from the bed.

Alec walked slowly to the bed, climbed on it and straddled Bond's body. The gloved hands, which Alec had kept loosely curled, unfurled and settled on Bond's chest. It was only then that Bond realized that the undersides of the gloves were studded with tiny rubber spikes.

Alec smiled as he saw realization dawn on Bond's face, a smile filled with knowledge, and lust. He started moving his hands slowly over Bond's chest and watched Bond arch up as if he'd been shot, only the handcuffs anchoring his arms and Alec's knees holding his sides keeping him on the bed.

The rubber spikes were far from painful, but the sensations they triggered, trailing over skin and tangling in chest hair, were so pleasurable that they verged on pain.

Bond had been promising himself he'd keep his mouth shut, make no sound, not give Alec that sastisfaction, but when the spiked fingertips closed on his nipples he had to bite his lip hard to hold back the keening his entire body wanted to give voice to.

Alec drank in hungrily Bond's efforts to keep himself in check, and his failure to do so, every spasm in Bond's face, every tremor in Bond's body feeding his lust and his sense of power. He was so hard now he could probably cut glass with his cock, but he knew how to wait. Hell, he'd been waiting his whole life, he could certainly hold out those few moments more that would only heighten his pleasure and his dominance.

The gloved hands went to up to massage Bond's shoulders, pressing hard into the muscled flesh, then trailed down lightly tracing his armpits and his sides until they rested on his pelvic bones, fingers tracing lazy circles where hip became buttock.

Alec's green eyes, gone almost black, had never strayed from Bond's face. They now slitted in annoyment, displeased with the fact that Bond's eyes were now tightly shut, robbing him of reading the emotions they betrayed.

That would not do, Alec thought, and one of his hands went to trace as lightly as a whisper Bond's swollen cock. Bond's whole body jumped under Alec's hand and his eyes flew open and locked with Alec's with a kind of desperation.

"Ask me, tell me what you want, beg me," Alec bent forward and whispered into Bond's ear, his warm breath feeling almost cool against Bond's fevered skin.

Bond thought about resisting, but somehow it felt like a mockery. Inside he'd been silently asking and begging for what seemed like hours, he couldn't hide that to himself, so why hide it from Alec when Alec knew already?

"I need you, I need you inside me. Please." Bond's voice felt dry, rusty.

Alec nodded, acknowledging the point. "You chose right, it would have been useless to resist..." He rose to strip off his boxers, pleased with the way Bond's eyes had zeroed in on the tented bulge under the wet silk. Condom and lube had been ready on the night table since he'd brought Bond home and cuffed him to the bed.

"You've been a good lad so far, I'll let you choose. Do you want me to prepare you with the glove on or without it?" Alec had already taken one glove off and was now showing Bond his two hands palm up, one gloved, one not.

Bond swallowed, feeling as if his throat had suddenly shrunk.
He'd wanted to remain silent before, now he wanted to speak and found he could not. He swallowed again and whispered hoarsely. "The glove, inside."

Alec grinned as if he'd already known the answer and lubed his gloved fingers. He settled between Bond's thighs and very carefully pushed one finger in, watching him squirm and hiss. When Alec felt him relax, he twisted his finger, slowly, his other hand steadying Bond's hip. A second finger joined the first, stretching, teasing. A gloved fingertip reached deep and Bond sobbed, his arms straining against the cuff, wanting to reach, to grab, to reciprocate the teasing.

"More, one more," he begged.

"No lad, it's not with my fingers that I want to make you come. You're almost there, I know. Hold it. Wait for me." Alec withdrew his fingers as slowly and carefully as he had pushed them in, tugged the glove off and did a quick job of donning condom and lubing up.

And the time for slow and careful was done with, they were both out of time.
Alec grabbed Bond's hips and slid in quickly, easily, as Bond pushed back, trying to use his legs to bring Alec in more deeply. The ungloved hands on his hips were driving Bond crazy, the feeling of skin against skin feeling overwhelmingly sensual to him after the tantalizing but alien one of leather and rubber.

A raw lithany of begging and moaning and cursing erupted from Bond's lips when one of Alec's hands went to fist his cock and work it in the same rhythm with the pounding he was giving Bond's ass. Alec's fingers gripped Bond's cock almost too hard, his thumb pushing against the head in a way that made Bond come with a hoarse shout.

The gush of warmth on his hand and the way Bond was clenching around his cock were for Alec the sign he could let go. He took a deep, ragged breath, drew back and slammed in one last time, feeling as if along with his semen, other things were flowing out of him and into James, things he would never be able to reveal to him until it would be too late to say them.

Alec rested a moment, his cheek on Bond's sticky belly, then he reluctantly rose and drew back from inside Bond's body.
He discarded the condom and crawled up to the headboard, uncuffing Bond from the bedposts and gently. massaging his wrists.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked, as he settled by Bond's side and drew him against his chest.

"Yes Alec, I'll always forgive you."

It was done. Now the way he had chosen a long time ago waited for him and there would be no going back.
This had probably been a mistake, but one he would never regret.
At least he now had something to remember.