Title: Violent Passion
Author: klatschmohn and Ashlyn K. Toliver
E-Mail: KTR525@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Sean B./Viggo M., Orlando B.
Warning: BDSM, Violence
Disclaimer: All fiction!
Summary: Everyone has a lesson to learn…


Chapter Seven – Violent Passion

Viggo was being battered to a pulp and I had to do something because the 
word ‘yield’ didn’t seem to be a part of Sean’s mental vocabulary…

I launched forward, yelling “stop it” at the top of my lungs, my only 
thought being to protect the man I loved, but as I came between them 
Viggo whirled around, his fist crashing into my left eye.

I reeled back in shock and pain as my eye begun to swell, almost blinding 
me.  I stumbled backwards until I made hard and painful contact with the 
rocks behind me.

“Stay out of this!”

In that moment I wouldn´t have minded if the two assholes had killed 
each other. I had buried them right there and then. A punch in the eye 
was all I got from Viggo for wanting to protect him…! 

I shouldn’t have worried nor interfered, having earned a black eye for my 
trouble.  A cornered Viggo is a deadly Viggo and just when Sean thought 
he’d gained the upper hand, Viggo’s leg snaked out, entangling Sean and 
sent the Brit spiraling to the ground.

In an instant, Viggo’s knee was on his back, forcing Sean’s face into the 
gritty sand.  Sean struggled to wrest himself from Viggo’s unyielding grip, 
then froze when Viggo growled hungrily:

“I’ll punish you for that, Sean…I’ll punish you hard…”

And in their twisted little lexicon of love, punishing Sean meant 
forgiveness…

That is, if Sean made that choice.

No one moved.  No one even breathed.

I could see Sean’s mind working as he slowly gave in, the defiance in his 
body language having given way to something else, a compulsion far 
stronger than the anger that had fueled his earlier violence.

No dammit, I wanted to scream at them…it can’t end this way…

Not after everything I’d done, everything I’d suffered…Sean couldn’t just 
surrender so easily.

I hadn’t realized that I’d screamed that last part aloud when Viggo’s 
burning sapphire gaze fell upon me, filled with such unrelenting hatred, 
and I felt myself rooted to the spot, afraid to move.

I didn’t know if I would live through the pain that tore through me like a 
raging wildfire, physically from my swollen eye, and from the pain in my 
soul as I slowly realized that I’d lost everything…

Viggo knew what I’d done…

And what was to come next was as much my punishment as it would be 
Sean’s.

Viggo held Sean’s head to the ground as he ripped Sean’s already tattered 
shorts from his body.  He then picked up the leather belt that had lain 
benignly on the sand.

It was as if the entire world went silent, holding its breath in frightened 
anticipation.

The first blow sounded like an explosion in the almost near silence.  

I saw Sean’s body jerk forward as if trying to escape, though I knew in his 
mind this was what he wanted, and at once he bent down again and 
remained in his submissive position.

The next series of blows rained down so hard and fast on Sean’s bare 
flesh that I was afraid Viggo had utterly lost control and had crossed the 
fine line between passion and cruelty.

With each slap of leather against ass or back, I tried to curl into myself, 
into the solid rock…

Sean’s cries of pain began slowly morphing into moans of desire as Viggo 
whipped him steadily, pausing long enough to look into my eyes.

“You want to be in his place, don’t you Orlando…”  Viggo whispered 
pitilessly towards me.

Not Orli…Orlando.  Cold, clipped, precise syllables full of icy scorn.  Never 
had I hated my name more than in that moment.

The words were cruel, far crueler than that belt he was using on Sean.

Satisfaction glowered in Viggo’s eyes, knowing just how much he’d 
wounded me, but far from done… 

Viggo was in a rage and there would be no stopping him until it burned 
itself out.

Within Sean’s eager body.

He dropped the belt and knelt down behind Sean’s upturned ass, 
caressing it lightly as a shared groan escaped from Sean’s lips…and from 
my own.

“I own you Sean Mark Bean,” the older man growled savagely, loud 
enough for me to hear.  “I own you, and by the time I’m done you’ll know 
it…”

“Please,” Sean whispered, gasping from the gentleness of Viggo’s touch 
on the blistering red of his heated skin.  “Please, Vig…not that way…”

Viggo held still for a moment.

“I’ll use lube,” he answered, knowing what Sean had meant.  “But I won’t 
make it hurt any less.  This will be a lesson you’ll never forget.” 

I’d never forget it either.

“Your ass is so tense and tight Sean,” Viggo sighed blissfully as his hand 
slid over Sean’s buttocks covetously, “And I plan on fully enjoying that.” 

He slicked himself up with the small bottle of lube, working it with 
tantalizing strokes over that hard cock that I would have sold my soul to 
have do to me what it was about to do to Sean.

My whole body stiffened as he lined up, positioning himself near Sean’s 
entrance, then slowly forced his way inside as Sean moaned and 
shuddered underneath him. 

Sean winced.

Viggo sighed with raw, pure pleasure.

I sank to my knees, no longer able to stand.

My eyes widened with shock as I saw him pick up the belt again.

The belt was poised in mid-air.  I flinched as he brought it down, a hard 
slap against Sean’s already tender backside.  The jolt that coursed 
through Sean’s body must have provided an intense stimulation for Viggo 
because he moaned deeply while Sean whimpered with pleasure and pain 
beneath him.

“Again,” he whispered, and hit Sean full-force.  I didn’t want to see this, 
didn’t want to feel trapped helplessly while with each thrust of his hips 
and the steady rise and fall of leather made it more than clear that Viggo 
didn’t want me at all.
 
The sexual excitement of Sean’s willing body and lusty groans started to 
overpower the rage, and Viggo’s expression changed, his movements 
losing their brutal edge. He threw away the belt, grabbing Sean’s ass with 
both hands.

Then he turned those flame-bright eyes to me beneath strands of dark 
hair, hanging all over his face – bruised and battered but still able to take 
my breath away.

“You like to watch, Orlando…Well – watch!”

It didn’t matter that Sean had been beaten in front of my eyes; I still felt 
the painful stirrings of jealousy as Viggo thrust inside him.

“I don’t want you,” Viggo growled at me, never slowing down his thrusts. 
“I could never love a manipulative little bastard like you…I love Sean…and 
I’m fucking him as I would never fuck you…”

My cock was hot and hard, even though the hatred and contempt on 
Viggo’s face as he looked at me brought tears to my eyes.

“…That’s right, you little slut, go ahead and cry for what you’ll never 
have…and even if I walked away from Sean…it would be a cold day in hell 
before I ever came crawling to you…”

His words, as they had been before, were like daggers to my heart, but 
neither he nor Sean were done with their torture.  From beneath his 
position on his knees, I saw Sean’s green eyes glitter with something I 
knew was malicious triumph.  Obviously Sean was not a gracious victor – 
he wanted to see me as shattered and broken as he’d been earlier.  He’d 
fucked me in the church the same way, but it had meant nothing – not 
like this…  

This was punishment and penance and love…

I had the first, but would never experience the other two with Viggo Peter 
Mortensen.  

Never.

It was then, at that juncture of raw passion and fierce brutality – that I 
finally knew I would never have him. 

I cried silently, my hurt and swollen eye stinging from the salty tears, 
while Viggo now fucked Sean with the same strength and intensity, but far 
less brutally.

I had ceased to exist for them.

But I heard them murmuring to each other, fervent whispers of apology 
and forgiveness and love.

“God, Sean…” Viggo whispered against the sweat-soaked back beneath 
him as their movements became more fluid, more tenderly. “You were 
right…I was jealous.  I´m sorry, baby…,”I saw Viggo bestow small kisses 
up and down Sean’s spine as he continued seeking absolution within 
Sean’s wounded but still perfect body. 

Sean gave a little snort, half acceptance of the apology, half 
announcement that Viggo would pay for that, too, but later…  

“…I’m such a fool, Sean…taking you for granted…I just never thought I 
could feel like that…so stupid…forgive me…”

And now Sean’s answer came in the form of a long, shuddering sigh as he 
groaned, “…I forgive you, love…just don’t stop fucking me...feels so good 
having you inside me…wanting me…”

“…I’ll always want you, baby…I’ll never stop showing you…”

And Viggo arched, flinging his head back, a shower of dark hair and sweat 
raining down his back and I would never forget the expression of wild joy 
on his face as he spent himself completely inside Sean’s ass, deep inside 
the body he claimed as his possession.

So lost in my own misery, I didn’t notice Viggo sliding slowly out of Sean’s 
ass and striding over to where I was still on my knees.

Viggo bent down, grasping me by the hair and hissed savagely in my ear, 
“What ever made you think you could be even half the man Sean is?”  He 
wrenched my chin in his hands, forced me to stare into the dark tempest 
of his eyes.  “What ever made you think you’d be good enough?”

Rising to that full, imposing height that seemed almost god-like from my 
position, he took his cock in his hand, and with malicious indifference he 
aimed and pissed on me as if I was a random boulder or bush he had 
chosen. 

I don’t know what held me in place, but I didn’t move, while the hot fluid 
coursed down my face and body as he emptied himself on me.

A little smile of satisfaction flickered over his face as he bent down once 
again to whisper more merciless words in my ear. “That, Orlando, is all 
you deserve.”

Viggo stood up, turned his back on me returned to Sean.

This final humiliation still wasn’t enough for either of them.  They were 
going to leave me a broken shell.

I saw him tenderly lift Sean into his arms, embracing the other man 
defiantly, before sliding to the ground to his knees in supplication. He held 
onto the straining length, stroking it firmly as Sean’s hips rocked against 
his hands.

Before he took Sean’s cock into his mouth, his dark eyes mocked me.

“You’re not even man enough to be my whore,” he whispered cruelly, then 
proceeded to give to Sean all the pleasure he could with lips and tongue.

Sean fucked Viggo’s mouth steadily as the man before him lost himself in 
sensation.

It was over…I had lost everything. 

In spite of everything, their love was built on a solid foundation that could 
withstand even my selfish manipulations. Oh yes, I may have caused 
some trouble in their little paradise, but nothing could change the way 
Sean and Viggo truly felt about each other.

Nothing. 

Not even their own foolishness, weakness, and stubbornness. 

I ran, not caring about how my clothes, my face and hair were soiled.  I 
could always wash it away, but Viggo’s look of searing contempt and his 
last words would stay with me forever.

I could still hear them as I tried to escape their shouts of violent climax…

TBC