Chain Lightning

Chain Lightning


Characters: Billy Boyd, Sean Bean
Genres: Angst, Erotica, Romance

This not-for-profit story is pure fiction. The author makes no money from it, and it is not true exept in said author's twisted little imagination. This is true of all chapters, meaning none of them are true and the author makes no money from any chapter.

Warnings: Adult Content - NC - 17 very light B/D, D/S - Billy has a father-figure fixation. Just so happens this is right up Sean's alley. (This type of relationship is known in the gay community as "daddy/boy”. I looked it up. In this case there's nothing too extreme, but is, in fact the more romantic and tender variety of daddy/boy as opposed to the "rough trade" variety)

If this kind of relationship is not your thing, then stop reading right now. Having said all this, if you like kink with a good deal of fluff and romance, then read on!

Summary: Billy/Bean - Sometimes lightning strikes. Sometimes lightning can even strike twice. Then there is chain lightning...
Sean and Billy are having thoughts straight men just don't have...do they? Romantikinky.


Author’s note: the following, Chain Lightning,
is my very first RPS. It's M/M slash and pretty kinky.
It’s all a lie. Never happened, never will. I make no money from this so sueing me is pointless.

It's nothing more than fiction.

It starts out mostly with just rude language and a touch of slash, but will simmer a while then come to a boil. I’m just learning this stuff. I’m trying to experiment and play with style a little. Hope you enjoy it.

There is a warning that this story is kinky.My boys can get pretty nasty, and that includes such naughtiness as very light D&S (dominance & submission) very light B&D, a little spanking, even some twisted little fetishes. My Sean likes to be dominant, a bit controlling and he has a very powerful fetish for a certain pet name. My Billy has never explored his non-het side He unconsciously looks for a father figure.
Sean happens to have a huge weakness for this sort of thing.

If you read it and are squicked, don't blame me.
You’ve been warned.
Flames will not be tolerated.
I did take a lot of requests for some of the kinkiness.

Dedicated to:
the lovely Alexa at Green Opals,
the Sean Bean slash archive,
which can be found here:
http://greenopals.50megs.com/

Also dedicated to the lovely and generous webmistress
of By the Blood of Gondor, which can be found here: http://bloodofgondor.facesgh.com/

She has been so kind as to upload and host my stories to her site, encourage and support my creativity and make me a gorgeous logo of Boromir's shield, decorated with the images of my sexy boys with a bolt of lightning in the background
and the title of my story, Chain Lightning, written at the bottom. Eternal thanks, oh Mistress of By the of Blood of Gondor!

Both are very warm, wonderful women.
Thank you, thank you, and thank you!
You’re wonderfully wild and wicked women!

The lyrics in the header (don't you just love that word?) are alas not of my making, but those of a master, Don McLean,
from the song, Chain Lightening. There are other composers whose songs I use as a reference as well. These set the tone for each chapter.

Please bear in mind that none of my stories have been beta-ed, so if anyone spots an error or would like to suggest a change in a phrase, paragraphs, terms, etc., please be so kind as to include your suggestion in a review in a civil manner.

The kink stays, however, as much of the kink was requested by readers. I do take requests, so if there is something in particular you would like to see Sean and Billy do, don't be shy!
I don’t accommodate a lot of requests for kinkiness, but I will accommodate some, if I like it. I keep the identity of the requesters confidential. My boys are very accommodating,
Sean is strong and fearless, he can take it, and his Billy's so sweetly compliant where his studly Sean is concerned.


Reality; there is reality and then there are different realities,
worlds upon worlds. What is real, in these alternate worlds, shifts like quicksand. In one world the characters have certain leanings and face different challenges. In the next things are completely different. Chain Lightning has multiple chapters,
but it is a complete story. There will be more stories in a series of the Chain Lightning stories, and there will be a different
reality with each story.

This, my first slash, is only one universe in a series. In Chain Lightning II: Sheet Lightning, it will be a different reality.
It will still be Billy and Sean, but they will be a slightly different
Billy and Sean, just as their realities are different. The third, Chain Lightning III - How to Cut a Diamond, is more or less a very sexy romance with tones of D&S, elements of mind control and sexual manipulation. The series will reflect a different style as well as a different Billy and Sean. My two darling men will be like a summer storm; you won't know what to expect
until the clouds gather and lightning strikes. There are many kinds of lightning, and in this series there will be
many kinds of Billy and Sean. I hope you grow to love all the Billys and Seans I create here. In each story, the weather is
pretty much a character of it’s own.

I hope you like them. I’ve gotten some wonderful e-mail
from people who enjoy my ®Billy/Beans (registered trademark
held by Ghost in the Mist)
Okay, that’s a lie, but I did coin the term.
I hope you like them enough to leave a review.

Thanks for taking the time to read this foreword! So grab a raincoat or umbrella, and let’s have a nice read on a rainy day…
Watch out for lightning. It can strike anyone, anywhere. Just ask the characters in these stories!


Warmest regards,

Ghost in the Mist

Chain Lightning

By Don McLean

Sometimes when I'm thinking that love's not around
My heart begins sinking; I don't hear a sound,
And the world is in blackness, no light shines on me,
I suffer no blindness, no one can I see,
Then a flash from the heavens, like a loud jagged wire,
And the silence is broken, and the night is on fire.

It's like chain lightning, this love that I feel.
Who knows where it strikes or when it will hit,
How long it will last, or when it will quit.

Chapter one

Sword Dance

by

Ghost In The Mist


This was the scene: the scene that launched a thousand slashfics, as Billy recalled, blushing furiously even sitting here alone in his apartment. The sword-practice scene with Sean Bean, where Pippin had tackled a much larger Boromir, then launched a tickle-attack.

And all he could think of was Sean’s chiseled features and a twinkle in his eyes that seemed somehow secret, as if this tall and incredibly handsome man had some little secret, kept only for himself, like a selfish child. Like a selfish child that kept a bit of chocolate tucked away, unwilling to share it with his mates.

It had been so cold that day. Even now, when Billy thought about it, he could shiver. He could shiver, but not from the memory of how cold he had been, but how warm. Feeling all warm, Billy blushed, all alone, sat drumming his fingers on his table beside his uneaten bowl of porridge, blushed remembering how cold he had been, then how warm.

He’d stood there shivering in the cold wind, slowly turning blue between takes when he felt a large hand settle on his shoulder. He cast his eyes about, cataloging who was where; only Sean was missing. ‘Lige, Sean Astin, Orli and Dom were huddled together, Viggo, John and Ian were off to his left in an animated discussion. Had to be Sean Bean.

“You’re freezing, little hobbit.” Came the unctuous voice behind him, sounding rather jovial. Unctuous? Where the bloody hell had that thought come from? Recalling that moment, Billy blushed, sitting all alone with his damned cold porridge. Sitting all alone thinking of Sean and feeling all warm.

Billy had looked over his shoulder. Yep, Sean Bean, looking at him as if he had some sweet tidbit stashed away all for himself. Why is he looking at me like that? Billy had thought.

Billy had stood still as a stone, feeling Sean standing behind him, unable to respond, feeling a sudden case of vertigo.

“Such a little thing,” Sean had said again, once more jovially. “It’s your body mass, little hobbit; the smaller you are, the easier you lose body heat.”

“I, um, well…” Fuck. Just fucking great, just fucking lovely. Such fucking witty repartee.

And then it happened. Sean took off his Boromir-cloak and wrapped it around Billy and circled him with those powerful arms and Billy’s heart did a sword dance in his chest and he felt all flushed and warm and cozy and time had slowed to a crawl. Time had slowed to more than a crawl; time was fucking stuck on pause like a fucking bad DVD player and the fucking vertigo got much, much worse when Sean turned him around and again circled him with those arms. And Billy had looked into those green eyes and Sean had looked into Billy’s green eyes and it was all green eyes and warm, strong arms and that secret, amused look on Sean’s damnably handsome face and fuck he smelled so good, and then Billy had fucking squeaked, squeaked like the fucking little hobbit he was and his knees were like fucking water and why? Why was this happening? What was he supposed to do now?

And then it was time for another shoot, the sword practice scene, the one that had launched a thousand slashfics, and Billy was watching his tiny double tumbling on top of Sean, and Billy’s heart started doing a sword dance again, doing a sword dance because he wondered, he wondered what it would be like to be that double just now, if that was him, Billy, tumbling, tumbling on top of Sean and then Sean’s muscular arm looping around Billy and the feeling, like a mild electrical shock, and Sean looking at Billy and smiling at Billy and laughing his deep, wonderful, warm laugh, and even as cold as Billy is without the Boromir-cloak and Sean’s wonderfully strong arms around him, even shivering with the cold, when Sean pulls him down for the tickling scene, Billy feels suddenly very, very warm, and his heart is doing the sword dance again and Sean has that secret look again and man, suddenly Billy wondered why he was having this fucking little imaginary fucking sexual fucking hiccup and fuck but Billy was so warm he was fucking sweating and what the fuck was fucking wrong with him?

Billy sat alone at his table in his apartment, and he was warm, very warm, he was sweating but he was alone and it was cold, so fucking cold, colder than his uneaten porridge, and his heart was doing a sword dance.