Fic: Thrust and Parry (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle: Thrust and Parry
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salixbabylon
Pairing: Liam/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 890
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real actors. This is just fiction, people.
Summary: Sometimes playing with one kind of sword leads to playing with another kind of sword.
Notes: Fornamarie120, who wanted sweaty, disheveled men. Massive thank-yous to helena_s_renn for the beta!
Thrust and Parry
It had been happening more and more often: practice turning into sparring turning into... Flirting? Or whatever it was. Viggo couldn't quite figure out what was going on between him and Liam. The undercurrents between them were full of many mixed feelings, from the tense opposition of their characters in the movie, to the camaraderie he felt for Liam as a coworker and friend, to the humor and fun they were having as they teased each other while waving swords around. Possibly something sexual was mixed in, as well. He wasn't naive enough to think there was much of anything serious meant by it, but still. The weight of Liam's eyes following his body seemed much more than just professional.
As had become their pattern, once they finished working on the choreography and blocking for their big fight sequence, they stayed in the studio and practiced some general one-on-one swordplay. Liam was actually very good at it, thanks to several different films he'd worked on, while Viggo's experience was more of the "hack and slash" variety he'd picked up initially while working on 'Rings.' Liam teased him for relying on brute strength and wasting energy on big, easily-filmed movements rather than the small, quick thrusts and parries of traditional fencing.
As usual, by the middle of the bout Viggo was drenched in sweat and breathing hard while Liam was dancing around and harassing him verbally, though they were both disheveled and glowing from the effort. For such a tall man, Liam was very, very graceful. Every move was succinct, careful, economical. He was beautiful to watch.
Of course, Viggo was supposed to be fighting, not watching. And he ought to know better than to let his mind wander like that as they dueled, since Liam now had him boxed into a corner.
"If you fuck like you fight, all wild, out-of-control energy, it's no wonder that you're single," Liam teased.
Viggo parried, trying to use some of his strength to get past Liam and put some room between them. "If you fuck like you fence, I bet your partners fall asleep squashed under your weight, waiting for some fucking movement."
Liam batted the tip of Viggo's sabre away from him, blocking his attempt to get some more room, and laughed. "Harsh words from the man with the big moustache. Tell me, do you think it will tickle, your moustache on my bollocks, while you're sucking my prick?"
Growling, Viggo struggled against the urge to smile. "Only one way to find out," he parried both literally and verbally, and a grin slipped out.
"What's that? Buy you dinner first?" Liam asked, twisting around to finally let Viggo out of his corner to play with him a bit more.
"Disarm me," Viggo said, managing to finally get in under Liam's guard for his first touch. It would have felt like more of a victory if his opponent had been half as sweaty as he was, but Liam's long arms and legs gave him a distinct advantage.
"Point. Which would you prefer: that I get in my last touch and beat you or that I knock the blade out of your hand?"
"Surprise me," Viggo said with a breathless grunt, dodging the tip of Liam's saber at the last second.
"You seem done in; shall I end it?"
"Only if you're getting tired, old man," Viggo taunted.
Liam snorted in reply and with a few quick feints and a giant lunge culminating in a painful slash at Viggo's wrist, his opponent's saber clattered to the ground.
Viggo held up both hands in surrender. "I concede."
Liam advanced anyway, sword still drawn threateningly, although of course the tip was blunted. With a rare, mischievous grin, he stalked closer, and Viggo hesitantly stepped back until he ran into the wall. He didn't feel endangered, just curious about what Liam was up to and willing to play along to find out.
"Now that I've conquered you," Liam smirked, "whatever shall I demand as payment?" He dropped his arm and let the tip of the sword rest on Viggo's knee for a moment, then ran it lightly up Viggo's inner thigh. It came to a stop on his cock, which began to fill with interest.
Viggo moved his feet apart and leaned back against the wall as he tilted his pelvis forward slightly. A lazy grin tugged at his mouth. "Well, since you've defeated me so thoroughly, I'd say it's up to you; I've no choice but to submit."
Liam threw his head back and laughed, dispelling some of the sexual tension but not all. Viggo was quite taken with how sincere, how honest his friend's humor was, and how rare it was to be seduced with laughter.
"You had a suggestion earlier - maybe we should see how much this moustache tickles?" Viggo offered, raising an arm to wipe at the sweat trickling down the side of his face.
Liam dropped his sword and rested the point on the ground as he pretended to consider the offer. "Shower first, I think," he said, eyes still sparkling. "Or perhaps during, if you're not finished playing with swords."
Viggo laughed. "Oh, I don't think I am. After all, I still need to disarm you."
Amused, they both went to fetch their towels and prepare for the next bout.
~end~
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Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Liam/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 890
Disclaimer: No offense meant at all to the real actors. This is just fiction, people.
Summary: Sometimes playing with one kind of sword leads to playing with another kind of sword.
Notes: For
namarie120, who wanted sweaty, disheveled men. Massive thank-yous to helena_s_renn for the beta! It had been happening more and more often: practice turning into sparring turning into... Flirting? Or whatever it was. Viggo couldn't quite figure out what was going on between him and Liam. The undercurrents between them were full of many mixed feelings, from the tense opposition of their characters in the movie, to the camaraderie he felt for Liam as a coworker and friend, to the humor and fun they were having as they teased each other while waving swords around. Possibly something sexual was mixed in, as well. He wasn't naive enough to think there was much of anything serious meant by it, but still. The weight of Liam's eyes following his body seemed much more than just professional.
As had become their pattern, once they finished working on the choreography and blocking for their big fight sequence, they stayed in the studio and practiced some general one-on-one swordplay. Liam was actually very good at it, thanks to several different films he'd worked on, while Viggo's experience was more of the "hack and slash" variety he'd picked up initially while working on 'Rings.' Liam teased him for relying on brute strength and wasting energy on big, easily-filmed movements rather than the small, quick thrusts and parries of traditional fencing.
As usual, by the middle of the bout Viggo was drenched in sweat and breathing hard while Liam was dancing around and harassing him verbally, though they were both disheveled and glowing from the effort. For such a tall man, Liam was very, very graceful. Every move was succinct, careful, economical. He was beautiful to watch.
Of course, Viggo was supposed to be fighting, not watching. And he ought to know better than to let his mind wander like that as they dueled, since Liam now had him boxed into a corner.
"If you fuck like you fight, all wild, out-of-control energy, it's no wonder that you're single," Liam teased.
Viggo parried, trying to use some of his strength to get past Liam and put some room between them. "If you fuck like you fence, I bet your partners fall asleep squashed under your weight, waiting for some fucking movement."
Liam batted the tip of Viggo's sabre away from him, blocking his attempt to get some more room, and laughed. "Harsh words from the man with the big moustache. Tell me, do you think it will tickle, your moustache on my bollocks, while you're sucking my prick?"
Growling, Viggo struggled against the urge to smile. "Only one way to find out," he parried both literally and verbally, and a grin slipped out.
"What's that? Buy you dinner first?" Liam asked, twisting around to finally let Viggo out of his corner to play with him a bit more.
"Disarm me," Viggo said, managing to finally get in under Liam's guard for his first touch. It would have felt like more of a victory if his opponent had been half as sweaty as he was, but Liam's long arms and legs gave him a distinct advantage.
"Point. Which would you prefer: that I get in my last touch and beat you or that I knock the blade out of your hand?"
"Surprise me," Viggo said with a breathless grunt, dodging the tip of Liam's saber at the last second.
"You seem done in; shall I end it?"
"Only if you're getting tired, old man," Viggo taunted.
Liam snorted in reply and with a few quick feints and a giant lunge culminating in a painful slash at Viggo's wrist, his opponent's saber clattered to the ground.
Viggo held up both hands in surrender. "I concede."
Liam advanced anyway, sword still drawn threateningly, although of course the tip was blunted. With a rare, mischievous grin, he stalked closer, and Viggo hesitantly stepped back until he ran into the wall. He didn't feel endangered, just curious about what Liam was up to and willing to play along to find out.
"Now that I've conquered you," Liam smirked, "whatever shall I demand as payment?" He dropped his arm and let the tip of the sword rest on Viggo's knee for a moment, then ran it lightly up Viggo's inner thigh. It came to a stop on his cock, which began to fill with interest.
Viggo moved his feet apart and leaned back against the wall as he tilted his pelvis forward slightly. A lazy grin tugged at his mouth. "Well, since you've defeated me so thoroughly, I'd say it's up to you; I've no choice but to submit."
Liam threw his head back and laughed, dispelling some of the sexual tension but not all. Viggo was quite taken with how sincere, how honest his friend's humor was, and how rare it was to be seduced with laughter.
"You had a suggestion earlier - maybe we should see how much this moustache tickles?" Viggo offered, raising an arm to wipe at the sweat trickling down the side of his face.
Liam dropped his sword and rested the point on the ground as he pretended to consider the offer. "Shower first, I think," he said, eyes still sparkling. "Or perhaps during, if you're not finished playing with swords."
Viggo laughed. "Oh, I don't think I am. After all, I still need to disarm you."
Amused, they both went to fetch their towels and prepare for the next bout.
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Date: 2007-12-29 09:34 pm (UTC)Mmm, would like to be there to see it . . .!! :)
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Date: 2008-01-12 08:31 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-01-11 06:00 am (UTC)I think that's my favorite line. Or maybe "After all, I still need to disarm you." What lovely images, hot and playful at the same time. Thank you!
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Date: 2008-01-12 09:03 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the story - happy belated holidays. *hug*
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Date: 2008-01-14 09:12 pm (UTC)That's quite the interesting pairing!
Sorry, too tired for a more coherent feedback but I really liked it...thanks for sharing!
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