Title: Other Worlds
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: Explicit Sex Eventually
Warning: A.U. It's got it all. Allusion to rape nothing descriptive, magic, sort of character death, slight touch of schmoop.
Beta: Glorfindel
Disclaimer: This never happened...if it did well let's just say I'd be really surprised! Viggo, and Sean are real people but they do not know me nor I them. Nora Roberts is one of my favorite authors and this story A World Apart, came to mind as one to slash up, no offense meant. Basically retelling the same tale, but my way. This was written in fun that's all. Not for profit.
Feedback: Yes please send to Sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com
Archiving: Yes but ask first please.
Notes: A.U. very loosely based on Bulgarian folk tales about dragons that can shape shift and more closely based on A World Apart. Basically I am slashing the story up with Viggo and Sean and dragons…what fun ;-)
Summary: A.U. Viggo is a NY city cop and Sean is a Lamiaslayer (Dragonslayer) from another place and time. * Told you it was A.U. * ;-)

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]
[Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]

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Chapter 5

Sean soon caught up to him. "Viggo wait."

He stopped and whipped around quickly to look at Sean. "What were those other things?"

"I do not know. He said he found them in another world." Sean stated shaking his head.
"I did not expect that."

"Well I didn't expect to wake up this morning with you on top of me either." Viggo spat back. "What the fuck have you dragged me into?"

"I have not dragged you into anything, it is your destiny as it is mine." Sean replied.

Viggo opened his mouth to say something then stopped and started walking back toward the subway platform.

By the time they reached Viggo's car he was woozy from blood loss and Sean had his arm around him to keep the man upright.

"Can you drive?" Sean asked.

"Yeah. Just don't let me pass out and kill us both." Viggo scowled.

Sean was grateful that the man's bad temper had passed. He was angry about the women being taken and particularly so about the child. Sean hoped they would not be too late to save the women. They were surely already impregnated and finding them and healing them would be something he would have to do quickly. Lamia gestation time was not as long as human, it was why they could breed so fast.

Sean helped Viggo into the car then quickly ran around and got in the passenger side.

The drive back to Viggo's apartment was excruciating for him. "What's in those claws?" He asked turning into the parking garage.

"There is poison, but once we get you inside to water, I can heal you." Sean explained.

"Shower again?" Viggo asked.

"Afraid so."

"Well I might die but at least I'll be clean." Viggo said trying to smile.

Sean shook his head. "Don't jest about such things."

"Why? What would it matter to you if I died anyway?" Viggo asked a bit colder than he had intended to.

Sean was hurt but looked him in the eye. "It would matter." He stated flatly. It would matter a great deal to me. He wanted to add.

Once they were parked Sean got out and ran around to Viggo's side of the car and helped him out. Sean cinched his arm tightly around his waist and led him back to the elevator. He pushed the button and shifted Viggo into the box then pushed the button for his floor.

"Good memory." Viggo murmured.

Sean just smiled slightly and then tugged the keys out of Viggo's other hand. Once they reached the floor Viggo lived on he half dragged the man to the door, unlocked it and let them inside. Sean booted the door closed behind them, then suddenly he turned and hefted Viggo over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

"Oh honey, but this is so sudden." Viggo tried to tease but his voice was slurred.

Sean laid him facedown on the bed and peeled off his ruined jacket and tore away what was left of his shirt.

Viggo's breath hissed through his teeth at the bright burn of pain. "Can you be a little more rough, Nurse Ratchet? I live for pain you know." Viggo gasped through clenched teeth.

"Quiet." Sean commanded assessing his wounds. They were deeper than he'd thought. Four ugly groves and one jagged puncture. The blood that had started to clot flowed freely again.

After a few moments Sean stood up. "Can you get into the shower you think?"

"Yeah…can you help me with my boots and jeans?" Viggo asked but still hadn't raised from the bed.

"I will aid you." Sean assured him. He set to stripping himself. Once he was naked he then began stripping Viggo still lying on the bed. First his boots and socks and then he slid his arms around Viggo and helped him sit and then stand. He got on his knees in front of Viggo and began unbuttoning his jeans and Viggo looked down at him oddly. Oh what a sight that was…but his back was stinging way too much to think much further on that.

Sean nearly carried him to the shower and Viggo was feeling dizziness setting in. Once in the shower Sean turned on the water and Viggo howled in pain from the burn.

"There is no shame in screaming. I know it hurts." Sean soothed.

That was the understatement of the day. Viggo thought for a moment, then he felt Sean slide into the shower behind him. He heard him begin to chant and run his hands lightly over the wounds as the water sluiced over them.

The blood was starting to run red again. It had been nearly green before from the poison. Sean smiled at that. He continued to chant and run his hands over the wounds letting the water and his magic heal them. Soon he stopped.

"You need to rest to finish healing." Sean stated and turned off the water. "Lean against the wall."

Viggo did as he said and stood there waiting for Sean to return to him with soft clean towels. Soon he was back on his bed laying on his stomach and Sean was pulling the covers over him.

"Rest and heal, warrior." Sean whispered and ghosted a soft kiss over Viggo's uninjured shoulder. The gesture did not go unnoticed and Viggo smiled into his pillow before sleep claimed him.

Viggo dreamed, strange, colorful dreams of battles and blood. Sean with his sword flashing in the dark shadows. In dreams he knew Sean's body, the feel of his warm muscles under his hands and even the taste of his skin. The sound of his voice, low and
seductive. Viggo could feel it as if it were as real as the pillow under his head Sean's lips upon his. But it was only a dream.

When he did wake he was aching and this time not from a cold or injury, but for Sean. He sat up instinctively reaching for his shoulder but found nothing, no wounds, no scar, nothing. Had it all been a dream after all? One wild fever induced dream starring the most magnificent man he'd ever met?

The idea that Sean had only been a figment of his imagination depressed him greatly. Was the only man who'd ever stirred him on every level just a product of his imagination? Sure he had a creative imagination but this was too much. He sighed deeply.

Back to reality. He told himself as he tugged on a pair of clean jeans that had been laid on the chair by the bed. He didn't remember doing that earlier, then he took a step toward the bedroom door and nearly tripped over his jacket. He scooped up the battered material and nothing in his life had ever delighted him more than seeing the ruined bloodstained jacket. He tossed it aside and bolted for the door.

Sean was sitting cross-legged in the floor, his nose all but pressed to the television screen.

"I like this box." Sean announced not even turning around. "This battle is interesting."

Viggo stared for a moment and realized he was watching a British soccer match. "You like that huh?"

"Yes." Sean said standing and crossing to Viggo. "You healed well."

"Yeah…amazing. You'd make millions with those hands of yours." Viggo said with a grin.

"Millions of what?" Sean asked and Viggo laughed.

"Never mind. Get hungry?" He asked nodding at the bag of chips and the beer on the coffee table.

"You do not have much food that I understood how to prepare but this at least took the edge off my hunger." Sean explained.

"I guess you wouldn't know how to use a stove or a microwave. Would you like me to fix something or maybe order something?" Viggo asked feeling strange about letting a guest go hungry.

"I am fine. You however I am sure need food, you have endured a lot this day." Sean answered.

Viggo grinned. "I am pretty hungry." He started to walk toward the kitchen but then felt a little woozy. "What the fuck?" He said wavering and Sean immediately was there to catch him.

"After effects of the poison. I was able to draw it all out but it can still leave you somewhat weak." Sean explained grasping him about the waist and leading him to the couch. "It will pass in a few moments."

"Man that felt weird." Viggo said breathlessly and turned slightly to face Sean. Their lips were mere inches apart and Viggo badly wanted to close that distance but didn't know if in Sean's world that was acceptable. It certainly wasn't here really and he didn't want to meet the end of that sharp dagger again.

Sean however solved the problem for him by leaning in and softly touched his lips to Viggo's. When their lips met it was soft and sweetly hesitant at first but Viggo pulled Sean closer and sank deeper into the kiss…deeper into Sean. Neither of them dominated the other they shared in the kiss, reveled in it. The feeling of Sean's tongue sliding against his own made blood rush and pool low in his abdomen.

He had wanted Sean since he first looked into those jade eyes. He had wanted him since before then he realized. Always, had dreamed of him, even before they'd met. Sean had spoken of destiny, was this a part of it too?

Heat flared like a torch within as the kiss deepened, changed, heightened somehow. Viggo had never felt such passion, such intensity in a single kiss before.

When they finally drew apart their breathing was ragged and both men looked dazed.

"By the goddess." Sean whispered.

"Yeah." Viggo agreed dragging in a breath.

"I desire you, Viggo." Sean whispered softly.

Viggo had never been submissive in any relationship, with males or females but Sean's softly whispered words made him feel as if he was melting.

"Show me." Viggo whispered in return.

Sean smiled at that answer and stood pulling Viggo up with him and they headed for the bedroom.

Sean stopped beside the bed and Viggo pulled him in for another soul shattering kiss.
Then Sean's lips moved from his mouth to Viggo's jaw, trailing down to his throat and the moan that escaped caused Sean's blood to turn to molten lava in his veins. This want, this elemental need was like nothing he had ever felt before with any other.

Viggo trailed his hands down across Sean's muscled back lightly scoring the flesh with his short nails causing the warrior to moan into his overheated flesh.

Sean could feel the man's hardness pressing against his own through their clothing. Without ceasing his ministrations on Viggo's throat he began to thrust his hips forward slowly, rubbing their erections together. The feeling was almost too much and Viggo groaned his pleasure.

Soon both of them were undressed and on the bed. Viggo was writhing under Sean's hot mouth clamped around his nipple pulling another guttural moan from him.

"Sean, please." Viggo whimpered needing, wanting more.

"You wish to join with me?" Sean asked looking up and nearly shivering at the blue black eyes staring back at him.

"Yes." Viggo whispered breathlessly.

Sean smiled. "Is there…anything to ease the way?" Obviously Sean's done this before. Viggo thought before he pointed to the night stand.

Sean opened the drawer and found a small bottle then held it up. Viggo grinned and Sean settled back between Viggo's legs. Sean spread some of the slick liquid over his fingers.

Viggo bent his legs allowing Sean access to his most sensitive area. The warrior moved his slick hand down between his lover's legs where he began to slowly breach the tight outer ring.

Viggo gasped but pushed back trying to impale himself more. This drew a small smile from Sean, evidently Viggo was not inexperienced in male joining. When Sean added a second finger stretching his lover more then curled his fingers, Viggo moaned loudly and writhed against the sheets.

"Sean." Viggo gasped in a huff of breath.

Sean smiled down at him and leaned in to kiss the slightly darker man. Viggo was breathtaking. Sean thought for a moment, an utterly breathtaking human. He'd never felt this sort of connection with a lover of any kind before. With a trembling sigh, he pulled his fingers back and then forward brushing that most pleasurable spot.

"Please. Sean…please." Viggo begged barely able to drag in shallow breaths.

"You are enjoying this?" Sean asked smiling.

"What do you think?" Viggo responded with another groan of pleasure, his hips following Sean's fingers.

Sean chuckled softly and withdrew his fingers eliciting a beautiful whimper from Viggo.
He positioned himself between Viggo's legs, added more of the slick oil to his member, and then slid into him completely in one long, agonizingly slow stroke. Viggo shuddered beneath him moaning loudly as he wrapped his arms and legs around Sean.

"By the goddess, Viggo." Sean hissed at how wonderful this felt. He had never felt this way during joining before. He had stopped moving trying to regain his control, the tight heat that surrounded him seemed to brand him from the inside out.

Viggo shifted pushing back toward Sean and soon the blond warrior began to move slowly with deep thrusts. When Sean changed the angle Viggo moaned loudly.

"More." Viggo called out and the warrior began moving faster, plunging deep within him. Both men were moaning with each thrust and Sean chanted in some other language that was beautiful. The foreign words seemed to blaze through Viggo and he was thrusting back and panting.

"Please, Sean…harder." Viggo cried out just as Sean began to speed his thrusts slamming into the other man with such force the headboard was pounding against the wall as both men neared the edge of oblivion.

Sean reached down and took Viggo's member in hand and began stroking him in time with his thrusts. Viggo cried out as his orgasm slammed through his body with such force he was shuddering and barely able to catch his breath. A moment later Sean called out his release in that other language as he spilled inside his lover.

Sean collapsed on top of Viggo and they both gasped for air. After a few moments Sean rolled away and then collapsed beside Viggo pulling him into a tight embrace and kissed his forehead.

"Viggo, I have never experienced a joining like that before." Sean whispered. No joining had ever been so intense, nor so pleasurable for Sean. None had ever caused him to feel this mysterious sensation that went far beyond the mere physical.

Viggo looked into sparkling green eyes and smiled. "Me either. That was… astounding."

Viggo licked his lips and could taste Sean on them. His mouth the intimacy of their kisses had been like feeding each other. Their love making yes love making it was more than just lust or sex, there was far more here. That made Viggo wistful, what if once the dragons were slain Sean had to return to his world? Would he be left alone now after meeting the one person who could light fire to his entire soul? Viggo decided not to think of that now…just rest and recuperate before their next match with the Lamia.

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