Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog: The House Always Wins
Type: RPS
Author: Foofy
Pairing: SB/VM/OB
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Never happened. Characters are not an accurate representation of the actors in any way, shape or form, and are not making a statement on actual sexual preferences. In short, it’s all lies.
Warnings: Contains BDSM and possible non-consensual sexual situations. Fluffy fans beware.
Description: Viggo outlines some house rules. Warning! BDSM at play

Chapter 12


The younger man froze in his position, eyes wide, staring up at Viggo as though a gun had just been pointed at his direction.

” He didn’t *make* me-“ protested Sean.

“ Sean. Be quiet.”

Sean quieted obediently. Orlando had managed to regain control over his voice.

“ We were miles away from anywhere. I was scared.” His voice was low and quiet. A little too perfectly low and quiet. Viggo snorted.

“ How stupid do you think I am?”

Silence sensibly greeted this question. Orli stared at Viggo’s muscular back for a minute, then shook his head.

“ Vig, stop it. I told you, he didn’t do anything,” Sean felt he had to insert something in here.

“ And I told you to be quiet.” Viggo turned slightly to stare at him. Sean silenced again in the face of such a glare, although it was not the look he imagined. Anger and hurt stared back at him. The blonde had a suspicion there was a whole lot more than one background story people weren’t telling him. Any more of this and he was going to have to go on the search for diaries.

“ I’m sorry. I thought you’d …,” Orli broke off again miserably.

“ I’d what?” Viggo obviously had interrogation as a study area. The younger man stared at the floor bleakly.

“ He had this idea you were treating me differently. Like now,” Sean broke the silence again, a worried look towards Orli before staring defiantly towards Viggo. One of the most dangerous looks Sean had ever seen aimed itself at him. The defiant nature decided to call cticctical retreat.

“ Ignore my instructions once more and I promise you you will regret it,” Viggo growled softly. Sean swallowed and belted up. Viggo gave him one more second of an appraising stare, then returned his gaze to his interrogation victim. “ Is what he says true?” he demanded.

Orli nodded, still seemingly fascinated with the carpet. Viggo let his breath out steadily, running his hand through his hair in what was obviously a moment of indecision. Sean was stunned by this; ordinarily no indication at all would cross Viggo’s expression, let alone hand gestures as well.

“ What were you expecting?” Viggo said finally, his hand falling back to his side, some of the hostility erased from his voice. “ I can’t treat him like I treat you. He’s inexperienced. He needs to be able to walk before you make him go back to crawl.”

Sean himself kept quiet, hoping to get even more ignored. The inexperienced part was grudgingly accepted, although Sean felt bloody silly being classified as such against a kid in his twenties, and the whole “he” concept was getting grating. However, conversation should be considered a Good Thing. The lack of shouting and/or hitting was even better.

“ You let him get away with things,” muttered Orli.

“ I half near strangled him!” snapped Viggo, who Sean was shocked to notice seemed more disturbed about this tSeanSean did himself. Sean had a horrible feeling that Viggo might not have been quite as in control as he had thought, which suggested all sorts of scary prospects if willpower hadn’t conquered all.

“ He talks back to you,” continued Orlando.

Sean made sure his mouth was firmly shut and looked guilty.

” Trying to save your ass I notice,” Viggo folded his arms. Orlando finally took his eyes from the floor to glare at him angrily at this, his hands clenching into fists.

“ That’s what I mean! You make excuses for him!” They had all known the explosion was coming, but Sean hadn’t been expecting the level of the attack and by the shocked expression on Viggo’s face he had a suspicion the artist hadn’t either. A fire normally unknown in the placid young man burned merrily in the young man’s eyes, fuelled by fear and anger. Sean’s guilt went into overdrive. If he hadn’t turned up they still would be happily continuing on their odd relationship, semi-abuse arguments aside.

Meanwhile the conversation was still raging.

“ You allow him to take advantage!” Orli was no longer sitting passively on the floor. “ It’s like you .. you treat him as an equal!”

“ He IS an equal, as are you, and you damn well know that,” Viggo’s grip on his anger was apparently becoming a little looser. This normally acted as the hydrant to Orli’s fire. Usually anyway.

“ Not in the games! Not here!” Orli almost stamped a foot, which would have been comical if elsewhere. Viggo was silent, studying the angry young man.

” Then what would you have me do?” he said finally. “ Chain him up? Put him through one of your obedience training ideas?”

Sean’s eyes tried to stay the same size as he made sure he was backed as far against the sofa as he could. This type of obedience training was unlikely to have the chocolate treats and promised all sorts of interesting times.

Although there was no visible glance in his direction, Orli appeared to be aware of Sean’s expression as there was a noticeable hesitation inserted. Viggo raised an eyebrow pointedly.

“ If necessary,” Orli’s voice said finally and seemingly grudgingly, which Sean was relieved about.

Not much though.

Viggo sighed as though Orli was being particular idiotic, and shook his head before moving to sit in his chair by the side. Orlando watched him, waiting for some comment. His arguments seemed to be hindered when none made an appearance.

Sean’s eyes slid towards the door, cautiously judging the distance as though hidden in the room with a couple of mass murders. His clothes were certainly not going to be reunited with him easily. The urge to leave the argument was beginning to get overpowering; he had once considered that he would prefer to know about criticisms about him. Now he was beginning to have some serious second thoughts, and possibly even thirds.

Neither of the other two seemed to notice him as he moved to his feet and edged towards the door. Orli wtilltill focused entirely on Viggo, although his temper appeared to have sunk to what Sean probably would term deep sulk if he had been trying to pay close attention. For now simply getting out before the atmosphere succeeded in suffocating him was high on the list, seconded by the possession of a pair of boxer shorts.

Viggo’s gaze slid towards him as Sean managed to get to the door. Sean hesitated, waiting to see whether permission to exit likelikely to be withheld. After all, if he didn’t there was probably going to be an argument about it when he had left. Orli noticed the look and glanced over his shoulder. A frown appeared.

“ I suppose you’re going to let him walk off whenever he feels like it,”

Sean cringed automatically at the look that crossed Viggo’s face at that. Orlando, whose judgement of the situation could only be read by what he saw on Sean’s expression, froze slightly.

“ And I suppose,” came Viggo’s reply, cold and sharp. “ tem temper tantrum of yours is going to continue until you manage to seriously annoy me.”

Orli looked back at him, trying to keep his movements slow and unhurried, but this fooled absolutely no one. Sean began to wish for Viggo’s blank expression again; the anger, once having made an appearance, was obviously not one to mess about. And it was to Viggo’s acting credit that he didn’t need to say a single word further; his sheer posture spoke more volumes than even Shakespeare had the mind to write.

There was a pause that seemed to last a century. Sean realised he was holding his breath and released it carefully into a silence where a mere pin dropping might start some horrific war.

“ Orlando, I have been more than reasonable with you,” Low, clear, precise, as though scientists were taking measurements. Sean wished more than ever that his position was on the other side of the door. “ And now you come back with .. what? Petty jealousy?”

“ You’re changing the rules,” Orli’s voice was unsteady, although he did a valiant attempt to straighten it.

“ As opposed to you ignoring them? It is my decision on how to treat the pair of you.” Viggo’s eyes flashed in annoyance. Sean had read this description in stories, normally the type that wished for some type of sensationalism with the minimum of words, but this was the first time he had ever properly understood what it meant. “ Not. Yours.”

“ I could leave,” Orli’s voice had completely left any resemblance to steady. Viggo’s gaze, on the other hand, was steady personified.

“ Yes,” he said quietly. “ You could. If you wanted to.” A firm but haunted gaze stared at himo yoo you want to, Orlando?”

Sean now wasn’t sure if he could leave, even if permission was thrown at him. Orli’s shoulders were hunched, the younger man obviously staring back at the floor. Thank god it had been hovered that day, given the amount of inspection it was currently receiving.

There was a noticeable absence of any answer whatsoever. Viggo stared at him a few moments longer, then flickered up to Sean who was still watching transfixed, one hand resting on the han handle, mouth slightly open. At the realisation of the attention aimed at him, the mouth was shut instantly. Vigavegave a small nod, which Sean translated extremely well. However, the damn permission wasn’t wanted anymore. Typical.

With one last look at Orli, Sean left the room as silently as possible. There was a soft click of the door shutting after him, the blonde facing the stark emptiness of the hallway in front of him and the silence of the room behind.

If ever a drink was needed, it was now.

*****

Two hours later he found himsbackback outside the same silent door, which this time was slightly ajar. The whole house, in fact, was silent, which was probably not a good thing. Sean plucked up his courage and pushed the door gently open, revealing a terrifying scene of .. well, nothing. No scene of horror greeted his vision, no scenes of vast arguments and violence, although on closer inspection a vase had fallen from its perch and shattered into pieces on the carpet. By the colour of said vase, this was no great loss.

Sean edged in further, just in che hhe had missed anything. He hadn’t. This brought up a whole new world of considerations, mostly along the lines of panic.

His eyes slid back to the hallway and the doors that lead from it. The kitchen was clearly empty anyway, and no one had meetings in the bathroom. Unless it was about the soap, and even then it got complicated.

The gym or the bedroom. Neither of which Sean was particularly enthusia abo about viewing. Taking a deeper breath than perhaps was needed, Sean all but slinked back to the hallway, deciding against the gym and resting his hand on the bedroom handle.

The door opened soundlessly, as it had before. The main pendant light was out but the bedside lamp made up more than enough for this; it managed to cast shadows in interesting places, turning the scene in front of him into some thing almost theatrical. Orli was curled up beside Viggo, arm outstretched over his chest, seemingly fast asleep. The shadows hid what state his body was in, as did the blanket which was draped over him in an artistic fashion. Viggo also seemed to be asleep, his back nearly propped up against the headboard. The older man had obviously managed to attract some clothing; the white shirt was almost startling in its colour. Orli, needless to say, was completely naked. Some things never changed.

The uncomfortable feeling was beginning to creep up on him again. Feeling like he was spying, Sean ran through a few things in his mind. He almost ran straight out the door in shock as Viggo moved slightly, opened his eyes and looked directly at him. Horror films had nothing on Viggo’s timing.

“ Bloody hell, Vig!” hissed Sean, when his heart managed to get over the shock. Viggo gave him a trademark blank look, then yawned, and looked down at the sleeping figure of Orli. Sean followed his gaze.

“ He okay?”

Viggo carefully unwrapped himself from the younger man’s embrace, gently lying him down and rearranging the blankets over him. Orlando gave a mumble in his sleep, and rolled over. Viggo nodded to Sean, and headed back out the door. After a moment’s hesitation, Sean followed him.

“ Where did you go?” Viggo asked idly as he walked to the kitchen, completely ignoring Sean’s earlier question. Sean trailed after him.

“ Pub. Thought you two needed to talk without me hanging around,”

“ Hmmm,” Viggo neither confirmed nor denied this particular statement, taking a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets and filling it with water. Sean’s eyes were drawn to Viggo’s left sleeve, which had a distinctly red stain on it.

Definitely not paint. Had to be wetter.

Oh dear god in heaven.

Sean dragged his eyes away as Viggo turned and rested against the kitchen counter, taking a sip from the glass and finally rested his eyes thoughtfully on Sean. Sean managed to keep his expression neutralch tch took all of his ag abg abilities, willpower and a bit of good luck shoved on the side.

“ Orli appears to have himself wound up a bit,” Viggo commented.

Sean looked at him in surprise, having expected very little information to be passed his way, even if said information was somewhat of an understatement. Orli had managed to wind himself up so much Sean wouldn’t have been surprised if he hit the moon. Viggo’s expression was still one of thoughtful calm.

“ Did you sort it?” Sean offered as his part of the conversation.

“ I certainly hope so. I have no desire to tackle hysterical arguments every time I get home. I have other things to do,” replied Viggo drily. “ I’m assuming you’re now worried about how I sorted it,”

He assumed right. Sean had a nasty feeling he wasn’t going to like it. Viggo raised his eyebrow in a type of minimal shrug, and took another mouthful of water as though he was having one of the most relaxing converons ons in the known history of civilisation.

Viggo sighed and finally placed the glass on the side.

“ Much as I hate to say it,” he said finally without looking from the glass. “ he might have a point. I may have been slightly too lenient with you.”

Sean felt a cold chill creep between his shoulder blades.

“ However..,” Viggo continued. The cold chill paused at this. Sean could deal with a however. However was good. “ However, I don’t feel that it’s a huge problem in your development,”

Great, now he felt all of twelve.

“ We just have to come to some agreed arrangement. I’m not treating you like Orli. That’s final and I have no intention of moving from that position,” Viggo folded his arms and gave him a careful look. Sean tried not to look too relieved, and certainly tried not to look at the blood- uh, red stain. Kitchen stain. All it was. Definitely.

“ So..?” Sean thought he had to say something, if nothing more than to prove his tongue still worked.

“ So,” Viggo scratched his neck idly. “ you’re going to have to stick to the house rules. No deviations. No little spats of rebellion. *No answering back*,” He studied Sean’s expression to ensure this had truly sunk in before continuing. “ This, however, is purely for the games. I don’t want for you to be some silent servant who hangs round the place looking gorgeous and that’s it. That’s easy. However, your spark, your rude wit and your occasional annoying behaviour must be outside of the games or when it’s clearly necessary. I give you an order, and it’s a clear order, you obey. Got it?”

Sean confirmed that it had been got. Viggo stared at him, as though suspicious that was too easy. The probable stain was back in Sean’s vision, although he managed not to look at it directly.

“ And I’m planning to collar you sooner lat later,”

Sean blinked. It sounded remarkably like an episode of the Bill, or some other old police programme that seemed a staple diet on many of the cable channels. Viggo translated the look of confusion more than adequately.

“ Mark you as mine. Leather collar?”
Oh! Oh! Right,” Sean went back into relieved mode, which was short lived. “ Does that mean I have to wear it outside?” he asked suspiciously. Viggo seemed a little more relaxed now Sean was actually speaking.

“ You have to wear it wherever I say,” he said easily. “ but on the whole, no. Let’s not get more attention aimed at us than is already necessary. I suppose you’ve heard what certain people have been saying,”

“ Certaiopleople?”

” Karl,” confirmed Viggo.

“ He’s a people now?”

“ Is that sarcasm I’m detecting?” An eyebrow was raised. Sean looked immediately guilty. Viggo smiled to himself, and adjusted his position back against the counter. “ Said *person* has been throwing around a few rumours.”

Sean’s stomach went back to sick mode. “ What sort of rumours?”

“ The usual, except with some interesting twists. Most of the rumours have been stamped on, mostly by our friend Dominic,” Viggo shrugged. “ We appear to be Dom’s resident charity, not that I’m complaining. But essentially Orli doesn’t appear to be mentioned in these tales. You appear to have developed a few perversions I doubt whether you know about. I appear to be Satan Incorporated. It’s certainly creative,”

Sean watched him. “ You seem bloody calm about it,”

Viggo looked to the glass. “ Occasionally one has to sit back and take things in your stride.”

Sean took in the blank expression.

“ Oh god, what did you do?” The sick feeling in his stomach turned into a wrench. Viggo alone, nothing to do but to think and brood and wander and talk .. and fight…

“ I’m touched by your immediate response,” Viggo’s voice was dry again. “ I haven’t done anything to him,”

“ At all?” the doubt in Sean’s voice was blatantly clear to both of them.

There was the slightest of pauses. “ I may have offered some advice, but that was purely it. He can still walk, trust me. Not a finger was laid on him.” Viggo caught Sean’s expression. “ Or a boot, or an elbow or any other item.” Viggo’s voice was becoming colder by the second. Sean looked down in what he hoped was a suitable submissive gesture.

Appeased by this, Viggo continued. “ We shouldn’t have too many problems with him.”

Sean looked at him warily. “ That’s almost saying nothing can go wrong. The fates are watching,”

Viggo sighed. “ If it’s going to happen, it’ll happen. I *guess* it should be fine. Okay?” he folded his arms stubbornly. “ There’s nothing for him to use,”

“ Apart from Orli,” said Sean without thinking. Viggo raised his head and looked at him sharply.

“ And what does that mean?”

Sean desperately tried to rid mouth of foot. “ Uh. Well, he seemed to like him a lot at the bar,”

Viggo’s full attention had still not shifted from him. “ Anything else?” The tone was not one to mess with. Sean tried to look casual, or as casual as one got in such a circumstance.

“ Nothing really. He’s not mentioned in the rumours either,” he threw in as a possibility.

“ Indeed.” Viggo stared at him a few moments longer, then sighed. “ I suppose you’re right. However, Orli won’t do anything with him. Unless you want to confess anything further, of course.”

Sean denied the need to confess. Viggo stared at him thoughtfully for a few minutes more.

“ I didn’t want to start off the new system badly, but if I find you’ve been lying to me I promise you won’t be able to sit down for the next month.” Viggo’s voice was steady and utterly, utterly sincere. Sean tried to look offended, which seemed to be passable as Viggo attention drifted. The glass of water was brought back into play.

“ You need a shower?” Master of the change of conversation, Viggo gazed at him idly. Sean glanced down at himself, as though filth was obviously clinging to him.

“ I suppose so. Muscles ache a bit. No doubt I stink as well,”

“ Can’t have stinking. House rule.”

“ Do I get a list of House rules or are they the type that changes with your mood?” asked Sean suspiciously. Viggo gave him an innocent smile.

“ A list is far too easy.”

“ Really,”

“ Oh yes.” Viggo placed the glass of water back down on the counter and folded his arms once again. “ You’re a bright boy, Sean. You’ll figure it out,”

Sean prayed for brightness. Viggo smiled again at the weary expression, and wandered towards the door, seizing Sean’s arm and propelling him through the doorway whilst he was at it. Sean allowed himself to be propelled with the minimum of fuss.

*******

The shower did feel good. The warm water trickled off his muscles, soothing and massaging his shoulders, running down his spine and pooling at his feet briefly before making its escape. Viggo’s presence had unnerved him at the start, but after a few minutes he was properly enjoying the shower to its full extent, said observer having parked himself in the same position as Orli had previously.

The sound of the water must have masked Viggo’s approach as a hand lay itself gently on Sean’s shoulder. Sean glanced round, startled, and almost slipped on the wet floor. Viggo caught him gently.

“ Stop trying to crack your skull open,” he ordered. “ It wouldn’t suit you.”

“ You do sneak about, don’t you?” protested Sean, turning back to the shower.

“ Ranger training,” murmured Viggo, his hands moving over Sean’s chest assessingly. “ Comes in extremely useful in a remarkable amount of situations,”

“ You tend to attract the situations where it might be appropriate,” replied Sean drily, putting his head back under the water briefly. His breath hitched as he felt Viggo’s teeth on the back of his neck, his hands sliding down to rest either side of his hips as though afraid Sean might slip again.

“ Uh. Orli?”

“ Uh Orli what?” Viggo said lazily.

“ I thought he didn’t want us to spend private time together,” Nevertheless Sean leant back against Viggo’s body, as though his mind and body were on different conversations.

“ We had a chat over it.”

“ Did you?”

“ We did. And it’s ketchup, by the way,” Viggo leant over to seize Orli’s shower gel and squeezed a good size blob into his hands.

” You what?”

“ Ketchup. The stain you kept not looking at on my shirt. It’s from Orli’s hamburger.” Viggo rubbed his hands together and started tracing soapy patterns over Sean’s back. Sean tried not to look guilty.

” Never thought that-“

“ Bullshit,” replied Viggo easily. Sean paused.

“ Okay, it *might* have crossed my mind. But only briefly.”

There was an amused noise from Viggo, who obviously had other ideas of how long the idea lingered in the mind. Sean groaned as skilful hands started to kneed and massage his back, his head tipping back.

“ During this chat, there has been a decision regarding your training,” murmured Viggo, whose hands never stopped working despite their owner’s attempts to nuzzle Sean’s neck at the same time.

“ Oh. Good?”n wan was in a world of sensations and warmth, and quite frankly was not really in the position to give anything more than a casual consideration before going back to the touch. Viggo’s hands had reached the small of the back, dedicated in their mission to turn Sean into a pile of jelly through over stimulation.

“ Indeed. You’re going to have a few .. lessons,” Viggo sounded extremely pleased about this. In fact, Viggo had sounded pleased for quite a while now. Sean would have gotten suspicious had it not been for the fact that a soapy hand just ran itself down the cleft of his backside.

” Do I get graded?”

“ Don’t mock this. I worked hard to sort this out.” Viggo said in the same pleasant tone, although his hand squeezed Sean’s right buttock hard. Sean yelped a little louder than was actually necessary, in order to show that the point had indeed been noticed.

“ So am I on best behaviour now?”

“ I sincerely hope not. However, yes, you’re supposed to be,” Viggo had gone back to work on Sean’s neck again. Sean pondered on the best way to behave in a shower, which didn’t help by the fact he had no idea what the lesson was that he was supposedly learning. Apart from possibly how to cope in narrow spaces with slippery floors and someone who seemed determined to-

Sean almost lost traction with the floor yet again as Viggo ran his soapy hand over Sean’s rock hard erection, brushing but not giving any decent friction. There was a strangled gasp from the blonde who was desperately trying to behave himself, to stay still, focused, to completely-

“ Bloody hell!” yelped Sean as Viggo’s attention moved back to its original target, his finger gently playing against Sean’s entrance, occasionally darting in and out in teasing movements that merely pointed out exactly what not was happening. Occasionally Viggo’s own arousal ground itself against the firmness of Sean’s soaped thigh.

“ Ilet let that one pass,” Sean could feel Viggo grinning against his neck. “ But swearing at your master isn’t normally part of the House Rules,”

“ How about bloody hell, *sir*? OW!” Sean’s back straightened at the sharp hard slap against him, his left buttock stinging slightly from the blow although this was obviously the shower rated walloping. Normally it went completely numb before the pain started to flow back. Sean heard Viggo sigh.

“ I’m actually faintly impressed. How is it that you forget less than five minutes since I told you no talking back?”

Sean managed to bite down on the comment about soap affecting his common sense and kept a respectful silence. He could feel Viggo watching him on the back of the neck, as though his stare somehow heated the skin.

” I’m serious, Sean. You’ve got to work at this too. No talking back. No misbehaving. “ Viggo paused for a heartbeat. “No unauthorised orgasms,” he added softly.

“ ..sorry..,” Sean managed to stop staring at him in shock and bowed his head, which seemed to be a gesture Viggo liked. Hangdog look, almost. Which was entirely appropriate in all manner of ways. There was another minute of simply water running off his shoulders, then Viggo continued to caress him. On the shoulders.

And oh god, this was just agony. Sean shut his eyes against the delicious and evil torment that was being inflicted, his body burning to just move, just swing around and seize him and press his mouth against Viggo’s and… Sean screwed his eyes tighter, and tried to think of anything non-arousing. Cabbages. Majestic mountain scenes. The latest football results. Dale Winton.

However, even these couldn’t keep his mind from Viggo, and Viggo damn well knew this. After another two minutes of kneading, stroking and caressing, his hand slid to Sean’s arse yet again. And then vanished as its owner got out from the shower.

Sean stared after him incredulously. Viggo was busy drying himself with one of Orli’s super fluffy towels, not paying any attention to the fully aroused Brit still standing under the shower. Finally Viggo gave a glance in his direction.

“ I’ll see you in the bedroom, Sean. You must be exhausted after your flight, and I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I didn’t allow you a good night’s sleep,”

Their eyes met. Sean managed to swallow down the rude retort about bastards who teased then abandoned, and managed to look away. Viggo smiled to himself again, and left the room just as Sean switched the shower water down to cold.

****

By the time Sean had sorted himself out, Viggo was already curled up in bed. Orlando had re-snuggled against his lover, his even further across Viggo’s chest as if in possession. The older man looked up as Sean entered the room, ran his eyes down Sean’s naked form approvingly, then laid a kiss on the top of Orli’s head.

The blonde made his way grudgingly to the bed, sliding in and glancing at the slumbering form of Orlando curiously. Obviously hadn’t had much in the way of sleep last night. Either that or he’d been drugged. Or bashed over the head. Or…

Orli ruined a lot of these ideas by yawning widely and changing positions, rolling over. Viggo gave him a fond look, and settled back against the pillows. Within moments Sean felt Viggo’s hand run along his thigh. His cock twitched at the touch, still incredibly sensitive to anything along those lines. The blonde bit his lip and tried to run through the football results backwards in his head.

“ You seem a little tense, Sean.” Viggo’s voice was lightness itself. Sean growled in his throat, and whimpered desperately as the hand brushed over his rapidly stiffening erection.

“ This isn’t fair, Vig..,”

” Isn’t it?” Viggo squeezed him gently. Sean whimpered again, pleading eyes turning to the older man, his hands beginning to claw in the blanket. Perhaps the sofa would have been a better place to sleep.

“ Please,” gasped Sean as Viggo’s nails raked against sensitive inner thigh. Viggo acted as though he hadn’t heard, still playing, still causing the forest fire that were Sean’s nerves.

“ You move to relieve yourself and your hands are going to be tied,” warned Viggo pleasantly as Sean’s right hand acted almost independently of sensible thought. Sean moaned unhappily, and reclaimed the blanket.

“ This still isn’t fair,”

“ So I hear,” Viggo smiled wolfishly at Sean’s indrawn breath as his hand traced its way between Sean’s legs. Sean’s groin was becoming decidedly more agonising each minute that passed, although he couldn’t bring himself to roll over. No doubt that would probably open up new areas to explore, in a manner of speaking.

“ You’re doing well, if it helps,” offered Viggo.

“ It doesn’t,” groaned Sean. There was a sleepy noise from Orlando who had finally properly been roused from sleep and who was watching them with a sleepy expression normally found on kittens who had a full stomach of milk.

” What’s going on?” he yawned again, and nestled closer to Viggo. His eyes brightened slightly at the realisation. Sean groaned again.

” Don’t you start,”

Orli grinned at him, and started to nuzzle Viggo’s ear, nipping and murmuring. The older man paused for a minute to consider.

“ That could be consid rat rather evil,”

Sean whimpered again, just in case anyone hadn’t realised how evil it was becoming without Orli’s contributions. Orli looked back at him again, almost entirely woken up, looking as though he was expecting an order to charge any second. Viggo gave him a gentle slap to move Orli from his chosen resting spot of Viggo’s stomach, and ran his hand back across Sean’s chest. Sean managed to fight any temptation of moving, although nothing short of extremely strong superglue was going to stop him squirming.

“ We really should be getting some rest at this point. I understand we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” Viggo idly mused this point. Sean had a suspicion that cold showers might go back on his Things To Do. Orlando went back to nuzzling Viggo’s neck, no doubt with more suggestions. Sean wasn’t entirely sure he liked this new share a suggestion week; Viggo might be persistent in his demands, but Orlando seemed to be the Prince of Tormenting.

Viggo frowned towards Orli, who put on his own submissive expression which didn’t quite hide the sparkle in his eyes. Sean felt his temperature rise yet again as Viggo eyed him thoughtfully and far too assessingly. He rested his hand over Sean’s erection, which to Sean felt hot enough to melt steel.

“ Sean. Gym.”

Sean’s stomach had an interesting back flip at that particular comment, and looked worriedly towards Viggo. Viggo’s expression had gone back to the classic blank style he seemed so very fond of. The gym suggested things, although one thing his desire noticed was the possibility of some type of conclusion. Sean had a nasty feeling if he didn’t move he was going to be left like this for the rest of the night and probably the next day as well. Boromir was going to be walking in an interesting fashion, no doubt.

Orlando had perked up dramatically at these words and had already slid from the bed, stretching slightly to get his muscles working properly. Even the thought of this made Sean tense. He looked back at Viggo, who was still watching him steadily; Sean was reminded of an animal behavioural scientist and a poised notebook, waiting for observations of the creature’s habits. Obviously whatever he chose was likely to have far reaching consequences, which was never great at this time at night with an erection so stiff it could probably support a statue in Trafalgar Square.

The act of physically being marched to the gym was also noticeable in its absence. This was going to be one of those choices where passing blame about was going to be difficult. Bastards.

Sean collected his nerve and also got out from the bed. Viggo smiled at him, and followed; obviously Trafalgar Square was not going to be short of places to put their statues, concluded Sean as he took in the state of his lover. His concern about his own state of affairs had stopped him considering what Viggo was attempting to forget as well.

Any hint of upset had vanished entirely from Orlando, although Sean knew from experience that this didn’t automatically mean anything. Orli seemed to have an ability to hide his feelings extremely well, although no doubt they continued as motivation behind the scenes. Orli grinned at them happily as they entered the gym, Viggo’s hands immediately running down Sean’s back before the door had even finished shutting.

“ Orli,”

The younger man nodded, and moved to the side of the bed. Sean was just opening his mouth in comment when Viggo’s hands shoved him firmly towards the bed. Sean stumbled, then glanced over his shoulder in mild shock. Viggo met his gaze calmly.

The situation rather than the agonising throbbing in his groin was beginning to take priority in Sean’s mind once again; lust could only mask the terror so far. Sean gave the bed a look normally reserved by actresses for Great White shark attacks in movies, then his attention was borrowed as Orlando moved closer, pushing him down into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Sean allowed himself to be positioned, his eyes occasionally flickering back to Viggo in the vague hope of knowing what was happening next.

Viggo’s expression was serenity itself.

“ Lie on your back.” The tone was one of clear authority. The older man’s eyes slid towards Orlando as Sean moved backwards, feeling the cool crisp linen under his skin and wondering exactly how he managed to get into this hated room and not particularly caring about it. Orli swiftly captured his wrists with the handcuffs which were still attached to the bed. The metallic sound of the locks closing were one of absolute finality.

Viggo wandered closer, his eyes running down the naked and faintly trembling body in front of him. Smiling to himself, Viggo raised an eyebrow at Orlando who was hovering at the side, eager for instructions.

“ Make him comfortable,”

Viggo folded his arms and watched as Orli moved in for the kill, immediately straddling Sean’s thighs and leaning over him, running his tongue over Sean’s lips and plundering his mouth. Sean groaned helplessly in Orli’s mouth as the younger man deliberately rubbed himself against Sean’s erection in one of the slowest possible ways without actually being stationary. Orlando pulled himself up and stared down at him in distinct satisfaction, kitten with the cream, trailing his nails sharply down Sean’s chest before pinching his left nipple sharply, causing Sean to yelp with sudden pain.

Sean suddenly realised he wasn’t too fond of the look that was currently gracing Orlando’s features. The smile was there, certainly, but his eyes seemed to have a glimmer that didn’t seem to be cheerful banter. His eyes shut briefly as Orlando pinched his nipple again with not entirely short nails, then moved over Sean’s arousal once more, grinding against him.

Words desperately wanted to be said or at least pleaded, but Sean managed to bit down on these. No talking back. At all.

Fucking bloody stupid rules. And rules were meant to be broken, after all. Sean opened his eyes to notice that Viggo had moved closer at the side of the bed, watching Orlando’s performance calmly. Okay, so perhaps the rules weren’t going to be broken today, and certainly not in this room which had more equipment than the average dungeon.

Orli slid back down Sean’s body, his mouth gently tugging and teasing. His tongue dragged over Sean’s length, his hands firmly pushing Sean’s legs wider to allow him access. Sean felt the warm wetness flicker over him, sucking on his balls, playing everywhere where Orlando could reach. The blonde’s trembling had developed into fully fledged squirming, his hands clinging to the cuffs as though they were a lifeline. Orli teased and tormented; Sean yelped again in shock and pain as he felt teeth nip sensitive skin, pulling against the cuffs.

“ Orlando,” Whether this was just pure timing or whether Viggo was reacting to Sean’s cry, the blonde didn’t know. However, it was entirely welcomed as Orli slipped from his body and went to stand by the older man, his eyes fixed firmly on the figure on the bed. Viggo leant over Sean, his hand cupping Sean’s chin and making sure that Sean was watching them. “ Still with us?”

Sean groaned his assent, and then almost groaned again as Viggo immediately drew Orli into a long, lingering kiss, pulling the younger man into an embrace that was definitely on the erotic nature. Sean watched helplessly as Viggo’s hand drifted down to cup Orlando’s buttock.

He also suddenly couldn’t fail to notice the long cut on the back of Orlando’s left arm, something that timing and poor lighting had apparently managed to hide. And were those smudges or the beginnings of new bruises on that arm too?

Sean would have sat up straighter had the situation allowed. As it was he managed to give his wrists further abuse.

Ketchup indeed.

However, all thoughts were off ketchup or ketchup related injuries as Orli sank gracefully to his knees and gave the head of Viggo’s cock a puppy dog lick before taking it fully into his mouth. Viggo’s groan was more than enough testament to show exactly how much the older man had been controlling himself. After a mere few seconds, Viggo’s desire to ensure Sean could see what was happening seemed to be put on the back burner; his hands were in Orlando’s hair, and there was no uncertainty in the fact that Viggo was fucking Orlando’s mouth as hard as he could, in a manner that would certainly have caused Sean to choke by now.

Mind you, watching this sort of action was ready to make Sean choke as it was. He gave another helpless tug on the cuffs, and gave serious consideration to how much trouble he would get in if he managed to unlock them. He whimpered softly at Viggo’s cry during his completion, another indication of how frustrated the artist must have been. Orlando swallowed every last drop as though he hadn’t eaten for a year.

Visibly more relaxed, Viggo ran his hand through Orli’s hair lazily. If he suddenly decided it was time for bed, Sean vowed that he was going to misbehave, and misbehave hard. Viggo’s attention came back onto Sean, as though the fact that he was tied to the bed had slipped his mind.

“ How are you feeling?”

Sean judged this to be a genuine question gro growled at him. Viggo found this amusing, and continued to rub Orli’s head.

” Haven’t heard you beg yet,”

“ Would it do any good?” Sean was getting ready to consider anything at this stage. Viggo considered this idly.

“ Probably not,” concluded the older man with the beginnings of a grin. It was the type of grin normally associated with evil James Bond villains and the outline of the evil master plan. Sean remembered having to master it himself. Viggo looked back at Orlando thoughtfully, then back at Sean.

” I’ll do a deal with you, Sean,” he said easily. Sean looked surprised, but not quite as surprised as the expression that flashed across Orli’s face. Sean looked from one to the other warily.

” Deal?” he echoed, in case his hearing had become inaccurate. Viggo didn’t bother to confirm this, and had gone back to looking at Orli. The younger man was obviously conscious of this attention, his posture looking slightly more alert than previously.

“ I let you out the cuffs. I let you come. I even let you decide how to come, within reason,” Viggo’s voice was pleasant.

Sean’s, in contrast, was almost raw. “ In exchange for…?”

Viggo’s smile was even more pleasant.

“ In exchange,” he replied. “ for you physically punishing Orlando yourself.”


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