Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog
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.

Sean had decided after three more days that subterfuge was just not his thing. He couldn’t breathe without feeling guilty, which was becoming a royal pain in the backside. And Sean knew about pains in the backside, especially after yesterday night’s ‘lesson’. If he got any more lessons like that he was seriously considering buying a vat of cooling cream, as well as further investigations into suitable excuses why he was continually walking oddly. There was only so much that could be blamed on the orc stunt men.

On the plus side, Viggo, as far as he knew, was currently oblivious to Orli’s extra curricular activities. However, the words Viggo and oblivious did not tend to make comfortable stablemates. And it wasn’t as if Sean would notice if Viggo had full information on the situation, complete with diagrams and full timesheet; the older man was bloody annoying in his ability to keep expressionless at all times, in all circumstances, in all weathers. People like that should be banned by law.

Also Orli himself was proving to be a little more of a hardship than Sean had imagined. After the first few hours of sulking from afar, the younger man apparently had reviewed the situn ann and was now proving to be more affectionate than a basketful of puppies to both Sean and Viggo. Viggo was bound to notice something was up in the face of such adoration and badly made coffee with the accompaniment of cookies.

Doomed by the presence of biscuits. What a way to go.

The third night started pretty much the same as the last two. After the ing ing meal, the television was seemingly abandoned by Orli who immediately snuggled up to Sean and started to nuzzis nis neck with all the determination of Dr Livingstone facing Africa. Recently Orlando’s sex drive had apparently reached epic proportions, and it had taken all of Sean’s best puppy dog looks at Viggo to ensure that they didn’t end up in the gym on a regular basis. The gym was still somewhere that Sean attempted to avoid at all costs, even if he did tend to do gym things outside of it, and the large king sized bed in Viggo’s room and the occasional romp on the sofa had taken the gym’s place. The sofa was definitely feeling the strain by the new range of creaks it held.

Orlando either didn’t mind or didn’t care that this new relocation had occurred. Sean could feel the warm breath on the sensitive skin of his neck, Orlando’s hands resting gently on his chest, leg almost curled over him. Obvious hardness pressed at him through two pairs of trousers.

Sean’s body had not overlooked this attention, and was more than raring to go, Sean having to shift slightly to ensure that he wasn’t being castrated by his own trousers. His body heat seemed to have tripled, the throbbing in his groin a persistent attack on his nerves to get going, to do something. Sean could feel his heart rate increase as Orli licked his way down his neck, carefully ensuring that nothing was going too far to engage a Viggo wrath, but not allowing Sean to get out of feeling anything but a hazy lust cloud his mind.

They had both previously noticed the fact that Viggo tended to allow them to play if both were obviously eager and straining, and this little snippet of information was being used full heartedly by Orlando. Sean’s grumbles about his body’s self control were often immediatelertaertaken by sheer desire, especially when Orlando put his hand *there*, mouth *there* and thrust against his thigh in that manner. Or any manner thinking about it.

Viggo lowered his paper and watched them for a few minutes idly.

“ Orlando, put him down,”

The pair of them looked at him, Orlando kissing Sean’s neck once more before pulling away slightly. Sean attempted to forget Orlando’s iron hard thigh pressed up against him as they watched Viggo fold his paper neatly and put it on one of the side tables. Apparently the script was about to be re-written, and change was normally alarming even at the best of times.

Viggo interlaced his fingers and sat back on his chair, in the manner of an elderly professor looking at two wayward pupils.

At this expression, Orli had scooted away from Sean even further and had the most seductive told-off expression known to man currently gracing his features. Sean gave him a faintly disgusted look, and glanced back at Viggo, waiting for orders and thankful that his mind could focus a little less on lust and a little more on the instructor. Viggo was good at instructions, even if they did have a nasty tendency to be along the lines of “place knob A into slot B”.

“ Sean, move away from him.” The voice wasn’t that loud, but the sharpness could have cut through leather.

The blonde tried to look innocently baffled, and moved further away from Orli, thoughts of exactly where this was leading racing through his mind. Oh God he knew. He must do. Behind that cool exterior lay .. well, probably a cool interior, but no doubt a *knowledgeable* interior at that.

A look of unease had also crossed Orli’s features, his eyes flickering to Sean then back to Viggo who hadn’t moved since his last sentence. Viggo was sporting his usual expression, the blank as a fresh canvas one, his posture relaxed yet still managing to be threatening. Extremely impressive, if you were in a position to admire such things rather than simply panic.

Silence inhabited the living room for several minutes. Sean could feel cold sweat building up on his back. The need to query seemed to be suffocating him, trying to get whatever was coming to bloody well come and stop tormenting them.

Finally Viggo yawned and stretched lazily, a large cat in a chair. The type who liked to play innocent before pouncing and attempting to disembowel whatever fluffy animal happened to be passing. Viggo’s eyes fell lazily on Orlando’s shirt.

“ Strip,” he ordered finally.

There was almost a visible amount of relief in the room. Stripping was fine. They could do stripping. However, Viggo spoilt this relaxation by getting up from the chair, stretching slightly again, and wandering through the door. Now that was different. They both knew Viggo’s fondness for watching them strip, just drinking in the sights and the sheer power he held to make both of them undress simply by his instructions. To ignore this completely re-wrote the script yet again. This was becoming a habit.

Sean glanced towards Orlando as soon as the door shut behind him again.

“ What the bloody hell’s going on?”

“ I don’t know.” Orli was slipping out of his clothes, unbuttoning his fly. “ Probably one of your lessons again.”

Sean groaned to himself, then looked towards the door nervously to ensure that Viggo was not sneaking back in. Viggo’s ranger abilities were occasionally uncanny, but even he would find it difficult to dodge past a firmly closed door without causing disturbance. Sean felt it might, just might, be safe to speak.

“ He doesn’t know does he?” he said in the lowest voice he could find.

” I would imagine we’d have heard about it by now if he had,” hissed back Orlando. Sean, who remembered the scene before the last confessional, was silent. Obviously such thoughts were also running though Orli’s mind as the young man continued nervously. “ He can’t know. There’s no way,”

“ Is it sorted?” shot back Sean, well aware of Viggo’s ability to be able to find out things he really shouldn’t.

“ Mostly,”

The conversation was cut short as Viggo re-entered the room, still looking as peaceful as someone who had merely stepped out to get a cup of tea. In his hand was the familiar black leather bag. His hand, for no discernable reason, was wet. Placing the bag on the chair, he stretched again and glanced towards Orli who, by this time, was completely naked and back on the sofa.

“ Good boy,” he murmured mildly. His eyes flickered to the blonde. “ Sean, here.”

Sean moved off the sofa and wd tod towards him, his eyes moving back to Orlando automatically before standing slightly behind Viggo. Whatever was being planned, he didn’t want to start getting in the way unnecessarily. No doubt his own involvement was already carefully planned and plotted.

” Take off your shirt,” Viggo threw the words over his shoulder at Sean, never taking his eyes from the younger man in front of him. Sean’s shirt vanished in the blink of an eye. Viggo was silent, just looking at Orli as though about to sketch or paint him, taking in the lighting, the mood, the positioning. Orlando, for his part, started to look distinctly nervous in the face of such scrutiny, and Sean wasn’t too far behind him.

Viggo finally moved, aurneurned back to the bag, the clasp unlocking with a quite hefty click. He glanced towards Sean thoughtfully, and Sean’s stomach did a sudden lurch as he recognised something other than the usual blankness glow in Viggo’s gaze.

Knowing how badly he hid his guilt, Sean immediately looked to the floor in what he hoped was a passable submissive gesture. He was aware of a few more chinks and solid sounding noises as Viggo turned his attention back to the bag. The blonde desperately tried to keep his gaze from wandering towards Orlando on the sofa, focusing on the soft carpet beneath his feet. He felt desperately naked, despite the presence of some very hefty jeans still gracing his lower body, the nervousness reaching levels he had not experienced for some time.

Evidentially satisfied, Viggo stood back and looked once more towards Orlando, who was still sitting on the sofa. The younger man shivered as the cool gaze travelling down his body then back up again to rest lazily on the nervous watching eyes. Viggo all but sauntered forwards, thrusting the item he held in his hands at Sean who took it automatically, the older man stopping in front of the sofa, staring at Orli like he had never seen him before in his life.

Sean almost dropped the item as Viggo gracefully dropped to his knees between Orli’s legs and ran his hand up the younger man’s thigh gently. Orlando groaned, shutting his eyes briefly whilst his hands gripped the sofa. Viggo continued his gentle assessment, completely avoiding the younger man’s obvious arousal and simply stroking and massaging his legs. Orlando’s hips pressed forward in invitation, which was equally completely ignored.

The blonde finally managed draw his astonished expression down to look at the item he was still holding, and, with a few quick rotations, had hazarded a guess on its use. Thankfully it seemed to be another one of Viggo’s various restraints, although this one appeared to be much sturdier than his usual type. Viggo was a handcuff man; this looked like something that normally graced the pages of Good Dungeon-Keeping.

“ Sean,”

Sean’s head snapped up guiltily, but thankfully Viggo was still giving all his attention to Orlando’s lower regions. A quick decision darted into his mind. Well, if Viggo could suddenly change his habits…

“ Sir?” he replied.

Viggo paused, and gave him a slightly incredulous look over his shoulder for that obedient response, but was soon turned back to his target, Orlando already a bag of quivering nerves.

“ Oil. It’s in the bag.” came the further instruction.

“ Sir.” And the yes sir and no sir was surprisingly easy. He could almost feel he was back in Sharpe once more, although if they started doing an episode with these particular props it would suggest that ITV needed more even more help than he had thought. The bottle of what appeared to be baby oil was sitting near the top of the contents of the bag. That was another thing to be thankful for; he had caught a glimpse of some worryingly shaped black rubber items near the bottom of the bag he hoped were just there for … well, scenery. The desire to go rummaging was around the same level of desire as dressing up as a giant chicken.

He moved back and passed o tho the bottle silently. The lid was popped, and oil was added to the equation, the hands slick and moving nearly everywhere. Orlando moaned gently at the tender touches. Well, at least the oil might sort out some of the more persistent of the sofa squeaks, thought Sean idly.

Viggo moved gracefully back to his feet and stepped back.

“ Orli, stand.”
is wis was immediately obeyed, the younger man standing in front of him, parts of his body shining from the oil in the light of the room. Viggo gave another half smile, then moved back down and started to oil Orlando’s calves, moving up to run his hands all over the back of the young man’s thighs. Orli groaned and jerked his hips forward as Viggo’s hands started caressing his buttocks, smoothing the oil into them as though desperately wishing to moisturize every inch of Orli’s body.

Sean found he was quite happy where he was; there was still the part of him which was tense, waiting for the shark to bite. However, there was an increasing part of him which had given up the paranoia as mere rubbish and was enjoying the show immensely. The work begun by Orli on the sofa was clearly being added to by Viggo’s contributions. He shifted uneasily, trying to ease the building pressure in his jeans, his groin throbbing at each of Orli’s moans. And Orlando liked to moan a lot.

Viggo had stood again now, his hands working on smoothing over Orlando’s chest, running his hands over lean muscles, over shoulders and shoulder blades, stroking over his belly and waist as though trying to get a fine polish on it. Orli had succeeded in being reduced to a bag of quivering nerves and was working overtime, his eyes having fallen shut of their own accord, his legs trembling in the effort to keep himself upright. And this, Sean had to remind himself, was be any anyone had even touched his erection.

There was another graceful movement as Viggo stepped backwards, eying Orli as though trying to decide whether a piece of art was right. He moved to the right, watching the shadows dance on Orli’s back, which still bore signs of the beatings he had taken previously. A few bruises graced Orlando’s right buttock.

“ Good.” This seemed to be for more Viggo’s own benefit than the other two. Orlando’s eyes met Sean’s momentarily,ore ore closing again at the light touch on his hip. The older man glanced towards Sean, then flickered down to the restraints that Sean still held. The blonde nodded, and stepped forward, carefully passing him the item as though a nurse passing a surgeon the scalpel.

With infinite gentleness, Viggo carefully positioned Orli’s wrists in the restraint; within moments his arms were securely fastened behind his back, a thick hard piece of leather between the two large gauntlet like restraints that kept his wrists immobile.

Sean was beginning to get nervous again. Viggo and gentleness with his games was not usual. Even he knew that, and by the nervous chewing of Orli’s bottom lip it had obviously occurred to the younger man as well.

Viggo stepped back once more, a satisfied look on his face.

“ Stay put,” he ordered, a little more of the usual steel inserted into that order in case Orlando had the even slightest consideration of moving. He glanced towards Sean, who was still shifting uneasily in his tighter –than- planned jeans.ome ome with me,”

Sean looked at him in mild shock, then his eyes flickered over at Orli again. He nodded.

“ Sir,” Keeping his head slightly lowered, he followed Viggo towards the kitchen, feeling the cold air from an open window hit his sweaty chest like a hammer. Viggo, for his part, barely seemed to have broken a sweat as he closed the window and fastened it securely. Sean wat him him nervously as the older man swivelled round, leant back against the worktop and almost studied the ceiling.

“ So.” Viggo said finally. “ Want to tell me anything?”

“ Like what?” Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Act cool. Hold fast. Do not panic.

Viggo cocked his head to one side, studying him. “ You appear to have something on your mind. I thought I might be able to help,”

Sean shook his head. “ I’m fine,” he lied, feeling his heart rate pick up dramatically, thumping inside his chest so hard that he was sure that Viggo could hear it. Heck, he was sure that England could probably hear it for that matter.

“ Really?” drawled Viggo, folding his arms. “ Sure there’s nothing you want to say? To get off your chest?” Viggo waited until Sean had plucked up the courage to look at him in the eyes. “ To confess?” he asked softly.

“ Nothing comes to mind,” Sean replied finally after a few minutes of trying to ensure his vocal chords did what he wanted them to. He risked another glance towards Viggo. His stomach felt as though it had been punched by the expression he found there. Sean knew the extent he had lied, regardless of what it was about, and, like a hammer blow to the head, he realised Viggo knew exactly the depth of his deceit. The older man’s eyes were heavy, as though they had aged fifty years in front of him.

Sean couldn’t help himself, felt his own eyes widen and soften, had to look away. He tried to focus on anything, any item, any colour, anything to stop him thinking of that particular weary look which had been aimed at him.

“ What do you know?” he asked softly. There wasoftsoft sad noise of amusement from Viggo.

” Things that you obviously took a lot of trouble to hide from me.”

Sean managed to steel himself to look at him again.

“ I didn’t mean to hurt you, it’s just I know what you’re like with the subject of Karl,” he began, the fear already gnawing inside of him. Not of any physical punishments, but of never taking that particular expression off Viggo’s face again. “ And then when I found out he was with Orli I assumed…,”

Ssuddsuddenly trailed off, realising that the older man looked as though he was shell-shocked, an almost dazed expression on his face, sadness mixed with resignation. And it was at this point that Sean realised that Viggo had been fishing for confirmation of the rumours he had heard, holding onto a hope that had suddenly been shattered.

“ Oh god.” Sean stepped forward, eyes bright. “ Vig, I was going to tell you. I just didn’t want to bother you without the full details,”

“ Bother me?” Viggo chuckled to himself. “ He didn’t want to bother me,” It was as though he was speaking to another person in the room. Sean placed his hands on Viggo’s folded arms, his eyes trying desperately to obtain eye contact but Viggo persistently managed to avoid this.

“ It’s not that important,” begged Sean.

” Not important?” Viggo echoed coldly, abandoning focusing on the kitchen. A steady glare of anger, pain and something else aimed itself directly at Sean. Sean resisted the increasing urge to step backwards, his eyes pleading with him silently. “ Let me get this straight. Both of you lie to me, for some time now, and it’s not important?”

The menace in the voice was almost tangible.

“ That’s not what I meant. I mean what the actual thing was about isn’t important. It’s minor, honestly,” Sean was alarmo heo hear his voice shake.

Viggo gave him one long contemptuous look and movo wao walk past him. Sean automatically tried to stop him by grabbing at his arm, but Viggo wrenched it away, not even bothering to look back at him.

“ Vig, please!” Sean pleaded, staring after him. The older man stopped, his posture almost entirely stiff and straight.

“ You will follow me and do whatever I say. And you will shut up. Was there any part of thaatematement you did not understand?” Viggo didn’t turned round. Sean stared at the broad back miserably.

“ Sir.”

“ Good.”

*******

And Orli knew as soon as they entered the room; Sean, who had kept his eyes trained on the floor, raised them briefly to acknowledge the worried dark brown stare on him. He saw eyes widen in understanding, and then it was all focusing on Viggo who was at the other end of the room, seemingly fine. But then so many things seemed mild before they finally attacked, erupted or anything else of an explosive nature.

Said artist under scrutiny wandered back, his hands playing with the old traditional horsewhip which he seemed so very fond of. All of Viggo’s focus seemed to be targeted on this item he was examining in his hands, as though having not noticed the faintly trembling naked form of the younger man standing directly in front of him.

“ Viggo…,”

Sean was shocked out of staring at the floor when Orli spoke, and stared at him instead. Orlando never spoke during the games, not unless it was requested or simply pure encouragement. The speech had also halted Viggo’s general caressing of the whip, although he did not avert his eyes from his original subject.

“ Did I allow you to speak?” Cold, dry, clinical.

Sean’s eyes slid to Orli who was obviously struggling to make a decision, to push through what conditioning was already present. The conditioning won, or possibly the concern; Orlando dropped his head in submission. Viggo seemed to be in a world of his own, still sliding and twiddling the whip through his fingers as though it were a living creature.

Viggo finally looked up, and walked towards the young man, eyes scanning Orlando’s body but entirely avoiding his eyes. Orli gasped as Viggo gently ran his hand over Orlando’s shoulder and trailed it lightly down his chest, drawing a few patterns with a finger. And it was clearly obvious that Orli was back to raring to go. His breathing hitched, eyes wider than Bambi, as the hand continued down to his hip. It gently stroked him, assessingly, carefully, as though the owner was trying to etch it into his memory for future use.

Sean felt thankfully forgotten as Viggo continued to touch and caress, the artist moving slightly round to be able to trail his fingers across the rise of Orli’s firm high buttocks, lingering dangerously then rising up to run up Orli’s spiSeanSean could see the tremble through the younger man’s body, the lower lip bitten for fear of making a noise or moving. It was like watching one of the nature programmes where a unwitting member of the public had disturbed a dangerous wild animal and was desperately trying not to move.

The sound of the hard slap made Sean jump, almost causing him to lose his balance. Orlando jerked his back straight at the feel of Viggo’s palm hard against his already overheated skin, in a blow that Sean was certain would have caused a large amount of discomfort to Viggo himself as well as his intended target. A large amount of force had gone into that particular strike, and yet the older man had not bothered to use the whip which was still being held in his left hand. Sean risked a look at Viggo’s expression, which seemed almost entirely blank. The whole situation could have been happening to someone else.

Sean hesitated, concerned enough to consider the suicidal prospect of speaking. He met Orli’s gaze again, the younger man’s chest indicating how hard he was breathing; Orli shook his head slightly, his eyes steady on Sean’s. The blonde wavered again, his eyes shifting to Viggo as the older man paused and glared towards him with the look of irritated rattlesnakes. Obviously the head shake had not been overlooked. Sean dropped his eyes again, and tried to look innocent, which was bloody difficult again yet incredible given all the practise he had been doing recently.

After a few moments pause, Viggo raked his nails up what section of Orlando’s back he could reach given the restraints, which had blocked a large quantity of Orlando’s scarred back from his attentions, before moving the attention to the young man’s chest. Sean watched them avidly as Orlando let out a low moan, Viggo’s fingers playing with his nipples, the younger man’s head slightly tipped back. His m, li, lips slightly red from where he had bitten them, was open a crack; all in all he looked like a man who was in a daze.

Viggo stepped back a pace, and eyed him with the bla blank expression that he had used previously. Great White sharks had more emotion in their eyes. The older man finally yanked off his own t-shirt and clothes and dumped them unceremoniously on the floor, neatness obviously only applying to other people. The whip, which Sean had assumed was going to end up somewhere unpleasant, also disappeared into the mix, its danger hidden by 100% cotton.

Orlando watched him, still trembling, his eyes eager and pleading.

The older man cocked his head to the side a fraction, studying the younger man. Orlando, hands still trussed behind his back, returned the look steadily, his helplessness seemingly something to be forgotten in the face of desire to please, to obey.

“ Knees,” the instruction was softer than kitten fur. Orli dropped gracefully, huge brown eyes looking up at him beseechingly. Sean could see the flicker of emotion cross over Viggo’s features before it had vanished once more, the sun hidden behind the clouds.

“ Open your mouth,” Viggo’sce wce was impassive, as though requesting a cup of tea. And this was obviously what Orli was hoping for by his immediate response, taking him into his mouth and almost begging for forgiveness through the use of his tongue. If he had hoped for a little more enthusiastic response he was sorely disappointed, for Viggo did not groan once; once or twice Sean watch a little indecision flash across the expression, only for it to be clearly conquered the next minute. Viggo’s eyes had now closed slightly, all the willpower in the world unable to completely conquer the power that Orlando had over him.

“ Enough,” Roughly, Viggo gave Orli a little push backwards, so that the young man was sitting bold upright. His eyes was bright, wide and eager, waiting for the next order, stilling his body as Viggo unshackled the restraints and re-buckled his wrists in front of him instead.

Viggo made a satisfied grunt, then glared towards Sean who was watching them carefully. The expression Sean found there was not listed as one of the most pleasant he had seen in his life, and certainly stopped any hope he had for any future absolution.

“ Sean, fetch the ice,” the command was in his usual manner.

Ice? Was he planning some large bruising session? Nodding, being the safest thing to do, Sean moved swiftly towards the door and the kitchen, worry gnawing inside him like a large rat with a taste for entrails. And that was a pleasant metaphor indeed.

The ice itself was not difficult to find, large quantities of it stored in the icebox of the fridge. Rather too much of the damn stuff. Frosty the snowman had nothing on Viggo in the cold department.

Choosing only one tray, Sean took a few moments to steady himself before returning, his hand growing colder by the minute. Viggo gave him a half glance as he re-entered the room, his disgust still clear on his face. Feeling like the lowest form of life on earth and not really knowing why, Sean passed the tray without comment.

A blindfold had been tied around Orli’s eyes whilst he had been gone, a hastily devised one made from what appeared to be a silken scarf. Orlando’s posture was still one of nervous anticipation, which stiffened even further as he felt Viggo’s breath on the bare skin of his shoulder. Viggo’s skilful fingers had already dug out the first of the ice cubes, which were more bullet shaped than cubed. The tray itself was one of the new fangled rubber ones, which might have explained the shape. Or not. At this point in time, Sean’s assessment on ice cubes was being restricted by sheer nervousness.

Sean watched as Orli straightened his back in shock as Viggo ran the freezing cold ice-cube down the young man’s spine before making a circling pattern on Orli’s left buttock. It was clearly obvious it was taking all of Orli’s willpower to stay still under the cold onslaught, the faintest of hisses escaping from the young man’s lips.

Viggo watched him for a moment casually, seemingly a mere spectator, the ice melting slowly in his fingers. His hand was already wet, the occasional drip fleeing to the safety of the carpet. He moved slightly, calculatingly, before running the ice-cube along the length of Orlando’s still strong erection.

He couldn’t have had a more active response than if he had given him an electric shock. There was a yelp of shock from Orli, his hips bucking automatically. Viggo’s other hand immediately shot out and grabbed hold of his hip.

“ Stay. Still.” he ordered. Orli gave a pathetic whimper, but managed to stay still as Viggo ran it along his arousal again. Viggo’s lazy gaze met Sean’s once more; the ice-grey eyes hardened slightly, before turning back to the subject in front of him. The ice-cube ran across the right hip, the resulting jolt being steadied by Orli’s anticipation and Viggo’s still firm grip on his body.

Viggo smiled grimly, before running his non-iced hand over Orli’s backside, and giving Sean another lazy yet deadly look.

Orlando yelped again as ice-cube ran down the cleft of his backside, across the hot area of his entrance before Viggo carefully pushed it inside of him, his hand returning to Orli’s hip as the young man struggled to stay still, not to speak. His head tossed slightly, his bottom lip obviously being bitten as the ice gradually melted inside of him.

Once he was satisfied that Orli wasn’t about to disappear anywhere, Viggo retrieved another ice-cube. Sean glanced at the pack. 14. Bloody hell…

Viggo met his gaze calmly as though reading his mind, challenging him to speak. They stayed like that for a few moments, ice-blue eyes meeting soft green. Sean dropped his eyes first. After all, it was a little block of cold water, what’s that going to do-

Orli gasped loudly again as little block of cold water met parts for whom coldness should have been a mere myth. The younger man gave a sob-moan, trying to adjust to the frozen invasion, fighting his reflexes.

“ Good boy,” murmured Viggo, his hand drifting across Orli’s hair in the vague resemblance of a pat. He glanced to the side. “ Sean. Here.”

Sean obeyed. Not that he felt he had much choice in the matter either. Viggo didn’t have a wild evil glint in his eyes. He wasn’t cackling like a manic or stroking a long furred white cat. He wasn’t even holding any weapons and smiling in a cold fashion. However, the force of the command gave Sean no opportunity to embrace his inner rebel, especially as he found himself moving automatically at the words before it had even crossed his mind to resist.

“ Kneel.” Viggo now wasn’t even bothering to look at him, fishing for another ice-cube. Sean knelt and thanked the lord for Levi jeans, the denim condom against ice invaders.

However, the ice was still not intended for him. Viggo ran the ice-cube across Orli’s chest, causing his nipples to harden even further. Then it was back along his erection, a desperate moan accompanying this particular activity. The erection struggled to hold its own against such a force of coldness. Once satisfied, Viggo whipped the ice away and stared down at Sean who was pretty much knelt at his feet.

“ Take him into your mouth,” he ordered.

Sean was suddenly thankful he didn’t have sensitive teeth. Warm mouth closed over cold flesh, and Orli yelped again at the sudden change, jerking backwards to the extent that Sean almost caught him with his teeth. Sean almost bit him again as Viggo’s hand suddenly appeared on the nap of Sean’s neck, the fingers – albeit wet and cold – starting to tease the soft downy hair there. Sean shivered and tried to focus on the job in hand. Mouth. Whatever.

This was increasingly difficult as Viggo moved behind him, his fingers going on an exploration of Sean’s back. Trailing lightly across it, Sean’s skin was a sea of nerves, each touch seemingly causing an electric tingling sensation as though a tazer had been applied. He could feel Viggo kneel behind him,lowilowing the dictatorship of the wandering fingers, which had encountered the solid barrier that was the beginning of the jeans.

Sean twirled his tongue over now much happier and warmer flesh and tried to ignore the fact that Viggo’s h wer were creeping around to the front of his jeans, carefully and slowly unbuttoning them. Orli at this point was fucking his mouth, thrusting into him desperately, and it was taking all of Sean’s concentration not to choke, just to relax as much as possible and let the younger man find his release. Preferably as soon as possible, and definitely before the fingers-

Sean jerked forward at the touch of hand on erection and almost choked as the cock went a little too far down his throat for comfort. Fingers paused to see if the consequences were a little more fatal than they had wanted, and when Sean managed to recover, continued to burrow underneath the loose cotton of the boxer shorts. Sean moaned pleadingly against Orli’s cock, begging Viggo mentally not to go any further, to allow him to finish one sex game before being thrust – metaphorically speaking – into another one.

Viggo obviously either didn’t have the mental capabilities or just didn’t care. The onslaught continued, and it was seemingly more erotic due to the parts that Viggo just couldn’t reach due to the jean barrier. Sean could feel Viggo’s length against him, worryingly hard, Sean’s trousers beginning to dig into sensitive skin into his hips as they were pulled away to allow hands access.

Orlando was groaning strongly at this point, his legs threatening to give way. Sean could see his head tipped back, his hands clenched in their restraints, muscles straining, as the younger man struggled to keep control. Sean increased the pressure slightly, which was all Orli needed or at least could cope with. With a cry, the younger man came, almost collapsing with the shock of release, dropping to his knees as Sean released him. Viggo’s hands paused; there was a low growl behind Sean aimed towards Orlando, who realised his error and immediately tried to stand up again. However, Sean’s hands on his hips held him to the floor.

Viggo’s retribution of this activity was swift and accompanied by Sean’s strangled yelp, Viggo’s hand simply tightly squeezing Sean’s balls. Sean’s hands dropped immediately, the blonde breathing heavily with a whimper or two to emphasis the fact that yes, this was hurting quite a bit. Viggo waited for a few more moments before finally releasing him.

Orli had recovered enough for legs to obey him, and had struggled to his feet the moment Sean’s hands had left him.

Viggo’s hands tugged at the jeans again.“ Ge“ Get these off,” he growled in Sean’s ear. Sean struggled out of the jeans and boxers as best he could without completely getting up, throwing them onto the nearby sofa.

The blonde managed not to look behind him as Viggo got up and wandered towards Orli once again, his hand trailing across the young man’s shoulders which noticeably straightened at the touch. The breathing came short and faster. Viggo leant and ran his tongue along Orlando’s neck, his fingers jabbing into Orli’s body presumably to test the ice - in all manner of meanings. Orlando gave a shaob-mob-moan at this further intrusion, pushing back against Viggo in what Sean assumed was encouragement, although he was sure he could still see trembling through the younger man’s body. Probably going to end up with frostbite if this continued.

Viggo smiled towards Orli’s neck, not that the young man could see this, and gave an imperial and somewhat impassive stare towards Sean. Putting a hand on Orli’s back he steadily pushed the young man back into a kneeling position,ds ads and knees.

“ You. Here. Now.” Viggo’s eyes sought Sean’s.

Sean swallowed and stood, feeling shaky himself. Viggo watched him as he walked towards them, moving slightly out of the way. Viggo nodded towards Orli.

“ Take him,”

Sean stared at him, unmoving. “ But he’s not ready,” he hissed. Viggo’s eyes slid to gaze at him.

“ I’m sorry? You’re refusing?” Pleasant. Cold. Dangerous.

“ It’s okay Sean. Done it before,” murd Ord Orli. Sean remained unconvinced, giving Viggo all his stored up defiance in one major swoop. His posture was confident and strong, his eyes were steady and fixed. His hands had even formed into loose fists at his side. Only Sean knew his heart was racing and his tension was beginning to reach monumental levels. After all, this wasn’t just a normal argument. Any further disobedience could cause a firm ejection of the relationship itself. Burning bridges is all very well but you really have to make sure you’re not on it at the time.

Viggo was watching him impassively, arms folded, the image of self control and power. Sean’s willpower was beginning to show signs of cracking under that steady gaze. Swallowing slightly, he glanced down at Orlando; heaven knew what was going through his mind at this point in time, vulnerable, blindfolded, and with two strong men locked in a silent game of dominance above him, only able to feel the tension of the room.

Knowing Orli, probably absolute delight, thought Sean grimly, returning his gaze back onto Viggo. Viggo, for his part, raised an eyebrow.

“ And you were doing so well too,” the eyes narrowed further. “ Apart from the lying that is,”

“ Please, Sean,” Orli’s voice definitely had hints of anxiousness in there. Sean hesitated again, a sucker for a damson in distress. Or whatever the male version was, unless a fruit desperately needed saving.

And Viggo didn’t say anything about Orli’s murmurs, which was more than odd, simply looking at Sean as though he was the most fascinating if disturbing object he had seen all day. Sean looked down at Orlando again, knowing that he was crucifying any illusion of strength he had but finding himself helpless to resist.

“ Get on with it,” growled Viggo, moving slightly out of Sean’s vision. Sean looked at him suspiciously, then back at Orli. Indecision weighed heavily in the air. Suddenly a hand shoved itself in the middle of Sean’s back, a foot pressing heavily in the fold of Sean’s right knee, pushing him down hard and suddenly with a hefty thump. Sean’s knee immediately started to complain about the harshness of treatment and the collision of joint against floorboards, even if said floor was covered with carpet. Not enough carpet.

Orli had stiffened his back as soon as the surprised gasp came from Sean, glancing back as though he hagicagically obtained the ability to see through material.

“ Okay!” snapped Sean as Viggo leant over him, then dropped his voice in resignation. “ Okay. I’ll do it.”

Viggo paused. Sean glanced behind him slightly, then ran his hand over Orlando’s still raised backside, smiling at the little moan that passed Orli’s lips. Obviously the young man wanted to go out with a bang.

In a manner of speaking.

Orlando managed to be the most persuasive encourager despite having the ability to speak taken away from him, nudging against Sean’s hand and subsequent body, knowing the blonde would need assistance. Sean’s hand itself was having difficulty with staying on Orli’s body, sweat and oil having mixed to produce a very slippery Orli indeed.

Moving his hand across Orli’s body – which was remarkably friction reduced, his probing fingers discovered what his logical mind had just remembered. The oil had indeed managed to reach pretty much everywhere, including the more secret places of Orli’s body, although some of this appeared to have been mildly washed from the cold water of the ice. Sean cursed his inability to focus, having watched Viggo’s careful anointment through the time and not making the connection. Orli wasn’t completely dry. He wasn’t even close.

Sean didn’t even dare look back at Viggo, who was probably thinking even worse of him for not trusting him. Orli was slick and ready to go, inside and out. Viggo’s fingers were sneaky and cunning, and he had been far too unobservant in how much oil the man actually had used. Orlando had so much oil on him he probably could be classified and served up as fast food.

Borrowing some of the oil and rubbing his own already weeping member, Sean lined up with the younger man and gave an experimental push inwards to test how ready the young man was. The investigation was cancelled almost immediately as Orlando timed his shove backwards perfectly, resulting in Sean being buried into the young man up to the hilt. If there was a risk obviously Orli was more than happy to deal with it.

And deal with it he had to. The oil by itself could only do so much; Orli hissed through his teeth and arched his back, panting heavily.

“ You stupid bastard,” murmured Sean, unable to keep the impressed tone out of his voice. He was going to need several more lessons before he was willing to do that sort of thing, and at least two more bottles of oil. He still ached for days afterwards during one of Viggo’s lesser fucks.

“ Shut up and move,” groaned Orli back, the obedience obviously only saved up for Viggo and possibly a rainy day.

Feeling Orli’s trembling through his oil coated hands on the oil coated hips, Sean found to his immense shame that he needed no further encouragement whatsoever. Moving back to a heavy accompaniment of moans from Orli, Sean’s continued thrusts steadily became faster and more jerky, his hands having to dig into Orlando’s flesh to keep from slipping off his skin. Not that Orli seemed to care, or, for that matter, notice through his barrage of panting, groaning and occasional curse.

Even the stern figure of Viggo melted into the background, the simple pleasure of being inside Orlando taking up all of Sean’s concentration, the coldness from the ice having changed to heat remarkably quickly, the tightness as good and welcoming as ever. From somewhere out of the haze Sean realised that his nails were raking marks in Orli’s previously smooth skin, but couldn’t seem to manage to stop it as he thundered towards his own completion.

His hand slid between Orli’s thighs, stroking him roughly in vague time with his thrusts. Orlando needed very little extra stimulation; he arched his back even more and cried out as he exploded over Sean’s hand at almost the same moment as Sean came into him.

It took him a while before finally withdrawing. As he did so, Sean began to take a little more attention of his immediate surroundings, and glanced behind him, almost expecting Viggo to have headed off during the heat of passion. He was glad to see Viggo still behind them, although the faintly sad expression on his face chilled his heart more than any ice that was hidden in the kitchen. He began wishing for the days where nothing could break through that blank expression, the unconcerned look. The idea that he had managed to do so in such a short space of time weighed heavily on his mind.

Orlando was panting on the floor, eyes still bound by the silk. Sean moved back to his knees and waited expectantly, his eyes trained on Viggo, trying to be obedient and willing and all the other things that were up there on the Good List, but it was growing increasingly difficult. He felt traitorous. For all the good intentions, he had managed to make his best friend miserable and that wasn’t the aim at all. In fact, that was more torturous than anything that Viggo had lurking in the drawers of the gym.

“ Vig?” he asked softly. There was the faintest narrowing of eyes in his direction, but apart from that, nothing. Viggo’s responses were normally guaranteed, even if it was a growl.

Sean shivered and glanced back at Orli, who was sitting more comfortably, and studied Viggo again.

“ What d’you want us to do?” he asked finally and what he hoped was respectfully, when it was clear no further instructions were forthcoming. Viggo smiled grimly to himself. This didn’t help Sean’s self confidence.

“ You say that as though you might actually do it.” The older man replied wearily.

“ I would.” Sean was stung by the injustice. “ I mean, we would. You know that,”

Another faint smile from Viggo. “ I used to think a lot of things. Times obviously change,”

Out of the corner of his eye, Sean noted that Orli had finally moved the blindfold off his eyes and was watching Viggo doubtfully, youtyouth almost emphasised by this. Sean put his hand on Orli’s thigh as encouragement, his eyes never leaving Viggo’s.

“ Let us pleasure you. Please,” he murmured. Well, at least he was getting better at all this slave talk. The lessons were obviously working in some form or other. The older man didn’t move, although a shadow of hurt crossed his eyes.

“ What’s the matter?” That was Orli, using his best timid voice, the type that children used to describe the big monster lurking under the bed. Viggo gave him a disgusted look in return.

“ You are well aware of what’s the matter, Orlando.”

Orli’s eyes were wide. “ But nothing happened!” he protested.

“ Obviously something happened otherwise we wouldn’t be discussing it. You were forbidden to speak to Karl, and yet I find ..,” Viggo broke off, and looked away, his brow furrowed. However, that was all he could do, Sean reminded himself. After all, whatever he had heard, had suspected, couldn’t be too explicit. He had needed confirmation. And Sean, like the idiot he was, had managed to do this in less time than it took him to decide whether he was hungry.

“ He was just there to talk to!” pleaded Orli, the panic and desperation in his eyes beginning to show clearly.

“ You couldn’t choose someone else that isn’t forbidden to talk to?” snorted Viggo.

The panic of the situation, coupled by the look that the older man was still giving him, madlandlando’s temper flare up dramatically. “ Who else would you suggest? Who else knows our situation? You want me to talk to a random person?” he exploded.

Viggo stared at him angrily, although he failed to respond. Orlando fell into silence, his burst of temper disappearing as suddenly as it had came, leaving only his fears.

“ What exactly did you need to talk about?” Viggo said gruffly. “ That needed all this secrecy?”

Orli stared at the floor briefly, shot a look towards Sean and kept quiet, returning the gaze to the floorboards like so many other arguments. Sean looked at him and groaned.

” Not me *again*?”

“ Not exactly,” mumbled Orlando. He almost sounded embarrassed.

“ Then what?” Viggo’s voice had grown sharper. “ You have a problem, you’re supposed to come to me.”

Orli gave him a miserable look, and returned his gaze to the floor. Sean’s hand squeezed slightly, comfortingly, aware that this sort of interrogation might have been the main reason why Orlando had avoided him in the first place. Viggo’s expression had now turned to exasperated, the look that often crossed the faces of long suffering parents in the face of baffling choices made by teenagers.

“ I just wanted to talk. You know, about everything and anything. Without the worry I’d let something slip,” he mumbled. “ You listen, but I know you’d rather be painting. The things that interest me aren’t the things that interest you.”

However, noted Sean with a faint stab of understanding, what interested Sean on the whole tended to interest Viggo. Apart from the football, but then Viggo was allowed one flaw.

Viggo still had a faintly confused expression on his face. Orli sighed, and leant back against the sofa, his head resting backwards onto the seat.

“ Iw yow you’d take it like this,”

“ Was I given any alternative?” The cold and clinical voice was back again, although it didn’t quite tally with the look in his eyes. Orlando opened his mouth to retort something, then hesitated. Shutting it again, he stared at the floor once more.

“ Vig-“ Sean could never keep his mouth shut. The look that was aimed at Sean shut him up quicker than any physical blow would have done. Satisfied that nothing but cynical looks was going to emerge from Sean in the near future, Viggo glanced back at Orli almost sadly, before getting up from his chair and wandering to the black bag that lay forgotten at the other end of the room.

The other two tracked his motion like a hawk on a mouse. Sean felt his back stiffen as Viggo fished around inside the black bag, before straightening up and wandering towards them again. He stopped just short of reaching Sean, staring at him steadily.

“ I hate to think what is probably going through your mind at this point in time,” he said dully towards the blonde. “ Don’t trust me at all, do you?”

Sean simply looked back at him unhappily, unable to find the words to protest. Viggo shrugged as if he cared not.

“ I suppose it’s time for me to repay that particular favour,” he said finally, bending down and seizing hold of Sean’s right wrist momentarily before the cold metal of the handcuff captured his wrist. Giving him a brief yank, the other end was securely locked to a solid metal loop that made up part of one of the sofa legs. Sean wasn’t sure whether to be more alarmed by the fact that it was there or that Vig knew of its presence.

Mind you, being handcuffed to the damn thing was pretty high up the alarmed list.

“ Stay put.” Viggo seemed to completely ignore the furious look that crossed Sean’s expression, and turned his attention to Orlando. “ And the same goes to you. If I find you’ve let him out without permission or have left this building, I will not be happy. Do you understand?”

Orli nodded dumbly, eyes wide. Viggo straightened properly, gave one last contemptuous look at Sean, and walked out the door. The handcuff keys were left sitting on the sideboard across the other side of the room, well out of Sean’s reach.

They both heard the sound of the front door closing sharply as though sounding a final act in a play.

Sean gave another helpless tug at the handcuff and glared towards the door. Tonight promised discomfort in many forms it seems. He glanced towards Orlando who still seemed to be operating in a state of shock. Well, operating was a strong word. Sitting and doing very little, especially when it came down to Sean’s imprisonment.

“ Orli, get me the keys,” Now was not the time for gentleness, and for some reason Orli seemed to work better when there was someone shouting orders at him. The army would have loved him. For many reasons, no doubt.

Orli didn’t do anything, just stared at the wall across from him. Sean gave a growl of annoyance and another tug on the handcuff. The metal tug into his wrist roughly. A faint twinge of pain ran up his arm as metal grated against skin.

“ Orli!” he snapped. This time it actually managed to do something. Orli jumped as though shot, and stared at him.

“ What?”

“ Keys!”

Orlando looked doubtfully at him, as though the word was unfamiliar. He looked towards the key ring resting innocently on the sideboard, then back again. Sean felt a now familiar sinking feeling in his stomach at that particular expression. Orli shook his head slowly.

“ No. I can’t.”

“ Oh, trust me, you can!” Sean shuffled himself into a better position and scanned the route to the keys. Unless he wanted to start breaking limbs, there was no way he was going to get there without assistance. “ Come on, Orli.”

However, the distress on the young man’s face was clear. He shook his head again, eyes bright with unshed tears.

“ Viggo said not to. I can’t let him down again,”

Sean let out a sigh of frustration, and leant back against the sofa. This wasn’t working. Shouting at Orli might make Sean feel better, but as a way of getting key to lock it was ranking up there with charging an army armed only with a badger. He eyed Orlando unhappily, knowing that whatever he was going to say was not going to assist. Only Viggo had the power to do that, and Viggo was likely to be fighting with Karl at this very moment.

However, at least he could do something.

” Orlando,” he said finally, and the younger man’s attention was caught by the softness. “ Come here. No, don’t worry a the the keys,” he added as Orli opened his mout pro protest. They looked at each other for a few moments, then Orli slowly moved to sit down on the floor with him. After a few more moments, Sean put his free arm around the younger man’s shoulders, Orlando leaning into the embrace almost automatically, his face buried in Sean’s chest. Sean could feel the strong and fast heartbeat against him, the faint tremble through the smooth limbs.

“ I honestly didn’t mean this to happen,” Orli’s voice was almost breaking, the words slightly muffled as they encountered Sean’s body as they left his mouth.

“ I know,” sighed the blonde. And that was the worst part. It was easy enough to condemn someone whose faults were r anr and whose motivations were obvious. It was quite another to start condemning someone whose main crime was not speaking about how lonely he was. Also the big dark brown eyes made it almost impossible to shout at him for very long. It was like kicking the world’s cutest puppy who also had a slight limp.

They shared a further moment of silence. Orli snuggled closer to Sean, his legs almost wrapped around the older man.

“ Do thi think he’ll forgive me?” Orli’s timid voice finally emerged again.

Sean was silent. He hadn’t the faintest idea, but that wasn’t really going to help. At times like this you needed comfort not realism. And possibly a lot of chocolate.

However, he was crap at comfort as well. Life really wanted to knee him in the balls today.

“ I don’t know,” Sean said finally. “ He’s angry and upset at the moment. He might cool off, find some way of releasing the anger ..,” he trailed off at the thought of what that might entail. Coughing slightly, he continued. “ He wouldn’t just go, would he?”

There was a sad laugh from Orli. “ He’ll come back for you.”

“ I doubt it,” The words were out of his mouth before he could control them. Orli shifted in his arms and bright dark brown eyes studied him.

“ He will. He adores you. Even if you do fuck him off most of the time,” Orli admonished. Sean picked at a bit of fluff on the carpet with his captured han
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“ Hmmmmph,” It wasn’t the best speech in the world, but certainly managed to release the right sort of scepticism. Orli frowned at him.

“ Okay, why wouldn’t he?”

Damn. This was going into logical argument time, and Sean really wasn’t prepared for such a thing. Orli was giving him such a calculating look that it was clear that grunts were not going to get him out of this one.

“ One or two things,” he muttered.

“ Name them,” Orlando demanded. Sean returned the young man’s glare steadily, noticing that despite the angry talk Orli’s grip on his body hadn’t loosened once against him.

“ Not telling him things. Going behind his back. Keeping secrets. The usual.”

Orli looked at him in shock. “ You mean you do this more than once?”

“ No! I just meant… well, similar stuff to you. That’s all,”

“ At least he doesn’t think you’re sleeping with someone else,” said Orli finally, resting his head back on Sean’s chest. Sean shrugged lightly and prayed to god that his meeting with David weren’t going to come out in the Karl interview.

“ Well, you didn’t either. Viggo’ll see that after a while.” Sean sounded a lot more confident than he felt. “ Of course, it might help if-“

“ I’m not getting you the keys, Sean.” Orlando snuggled back to his original position, his tone completely at odds with his body. Sean sighed heavily.

” I wasn’t going to ask for them,” he lied. “ I was meaning to say it might help if we let him think it over.”
viouviously Orli was still too upset to add sarcasm to this.n sin sighed once again and tried to get a little more comfortable against the sofa, which was proving to be more of a hassle than it looked. Obviously the night would be long

****

Viggo hadn’t returned the entirety of that night. Once Sean had managed to get feeling back into one of his arms which had been accidentally dozed on, his immediate concerns were … well, the usual human concerns, which included a cup of coffee somewhere in the horizon.

He had managed to convince Orli to release him with a barrage of threats and begging, and, after a very hasty trip to the bathroom, he found himself having to calm the young man down once again whilst eating one of the largest breakfasts he had for a long time, having skipped dinner last night.

“ He’s never been gone all night!” Orli was on the verge of tears.

“ It’s okay, Orli. He’s probably just watched some sunrise or something. You know what he’s like,” Sean took another welcome gulp of tea and glanced towards the clock. They were due to be on set in ten minutes, which normally took fifteen to get there. The day had started well indeed.

And, for all his casual expression and smooth words, Sean was worried sick. Random different possibilities were flooding through his mind of Viggo’s absence, from the mild and boring to the downright alarming. Thoughts of ringing the local hospital were nagging him, the phone pleaded to be picked up. However, with willpower of steel developed by many lessons taught by Viggo, Sean managed to resist all temptation.

It was just as well temptation was not armed with Karl’s telephone number, else the war would have been won. Orlando denied all knowledge of the number, and therefore that little route was firmly out of bounds.

“ What if he’s not at the set?” Orlando was tense and nervous. “ What if no-one’s seen him? What if-“

“ – we wait and see what’s happening before you start leaping to conclusions,” Sean shot at him.

As the calmer of the two, he had chosen to the be the driver to the set. However, he had not reckoned upon the persistent worry of the younger man beside him for concentration problems. Orli had jumped out the car and was running towards the trailer before Sean had even parked properly.

Growling to himself, Sean got out the car and vowed to himself to be able to walk the short distance to the trailer without losing himself in a soap opera. He just managed it. Even with the toughest grip on his willpower, Sean failed to keep himself from stopping dead as soon as he realised the occupants of the trailer as he walked in. Orlando was already there, wide eyed and nervous. Viggo was sitting unsmiling on the edge of the table, arms folded, a dead expression in his eyes. And, of course, the other one had to be -

“ Ah! About time you got here,” David Wenham said cheerfully. “ Can I get you a coffee?”