Smack the Dog

Chapter 18: Something for the Weekend
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Pairings: SB/VM/OB
Summary: Viggo makes a deal with Sean in exchange for information.

******

Today’s torment lasted for about ten minutes. Ten minutes of pacing. Ten minutes of messing around with the tea bags. Ten minutes of turning a once healthy hob-nob into a big pile of crumbs.

Not that the kitchen was particularly big area to pace in. By the time the door to the living room opened again, Sean had had a nasty glimpse into the world of the large cats which were stuck behind bars in zoos around the world, having nothing better to do with their paws except pace back and forth. On the plus side for the cats, at least their romantic life was probably simpler.

Sean had almost gone in to the lounge previously when he heard slightly raised voices. However, he had held back, partly because the last thing he wanted was to show Orlando he didn’t trust him, and partly because it was most likely the worst thing to do. Everything he did seemed to be the worst thing to do, and it was not a habit he wanted to keep with. Orli was a big boy. He could fight his own battles.

Probably.

Sean was relieved when the door did finally open, and even more so when Karl emerged, looking undoubtedly annoyed and not really paying attention to his surroundings. Karl stared back into the room and muttered something towards Orlando which Sean couldn’t quite catch, before staring forwards towards the kitchen. Hostile dark eyes met cool green ones.

Karl recovered his composure and smirked, thought his eyes showed no humour whatsoever. “ I suppose I have you to thank for this,”

Sean shrugged in response, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen in a casual pose he had often seen Dave do. Karl snorted.

“ You lot disgust me.”

“ Jolly good,” Sean looked extremely bored of the whole conversation already. However, Karl obviously had more to say and was planning to take it out on someone. Sean could see Orlando hovering in the doorway, his eyes unreadable, posture unmistakably tense. The blonde resisted the urge to tense up himself. This was his bloody house… or at least, his bloody living area. There was no way he was going to get intimidated by a stocky youngster.

Said stocky youngster took a few more steps towards Sean, his glare such that it was clearly obvious that whatever he had wanted to happen in the living room hadn’t.

“ What sort of a guy are you, getting your kicks from hurting people? Just as well we don’t all do that, isn’t it.” The voice was definitely getting more into the growl area of speaking. Sean shifted his position lazily.

“ You’ve got a good imagination on you, I’ll give you that,” he replied. Karl snorted in amusement.

” Imagination? I’ve seen what you’ve fucking well done to him!”

Sean raised an eyebrow and glanced towards Orlando, who flushed slightly, and shook his head. The blonde returned his gaze back to Karl.

” Have you indeed?” he said softly, knowing which one he believed. “ And what have we fucking well done to him, might I ask?”

Karl frowned at him, look of disgust clear on his face. “ You know damn well.”

“ Let’s pretend I’m really stupid.” Sean folded his arms. “ We did .. what? Play hopscotch? Juggle tennis balls? Eat dinner?” He shook his head, and focused back on Karl. “ Just fuck off, Karl.”

“ And you’d like that wouldn’t you. If I just left him in your care, to do whatever you wanted to him,” Karl was definitely getting himself worked up. Sean stepped away from the doorframe casually, just in case he needed a little more dexterity than his position allowed him.

“ Actually, yes. Piss off.”

There was a brief moment where he thought Karl might actually go for him. After a few moments of solid glare, fists clenched and no doubt teeth grinding, the younger man looked away, his gaze flickering back on Orlando who had ventured a little further out of the room to keep an eye on them.

” I’ll see you around, then,” aid aid bitterly, before turning to the door. Giving Sean one last look that promised extreme discomfort to fall upon him, Karl disappeared through it.

“ Okay,” sighed Sean as the door slammed shut. “ What was that little dramatic performance about?”

Orli shrugged. “ Told him I couldn’t spend time with him. And then he..,” the young man gestured towards Sean. Sean sighed.

“ Yeah, I got the last bit. It would be nice at some point to meet someone who doesn’t want my on on a plate,”

“ Dave likes you,” countered Orlando.

“ Dave likes everyone.” Sean raised an eyebrow and gave Orlando a little push back into the lounge. “ Look, I’m really not in the mood to start spending time in the hallway. Shift, child,”

“ Don’t you child me,” Orli sulked briefly before returning to his comfy chair and reclaiming the Empire magazine, flicking swiftly to the article he had been reading. “ It’s not your age, it’s your experience that counts,”

” Sure it does,” Sean rolled his eyes, and decided what to do next. He was buggered if he was going to let Karl affect whatever it was he was going to do. “ You fancy a drink?”

“ I’ll have a water,” Orli flicked a page.

” You *are* kidding,” Sean paused by the door, giving him an incredulous look. “ It’s not as if you have to get up early tomorrow. That’s the hobbit’s duty,”

Orlando glanced at him over the pages of his magazine. “ I’m feeling in a healthy mood,”

” Wimp,” commented Sean.

“ Wanker,” threw back Orli.

“ Bastard,”

“ Twat,” Orlando grinned and went back to his magazine. Sean rolled his eyes again at the youth of today, and disappeared into the kitchen to find something a little less healthy and a little more enjoyable. Viggo had apparently restocked on the alcohol, including some decent beers for a change. Sean borrowed the newly bought bottle of vodka and retrieved a couple of glasses, a flicker of a grin forming as an idea settled in his mind. Viggo away. Alcohol. Orli possibly suitable for a little bit of information pumping..

Orlando’s gaze fell on the bottle as soon as Sean stepped through the door. The magazine lowered.

“ That’s not water,” Orli accused him. Sean shrugged.

“ Couldn’t find any.”

“ There’s a whole bloody tap!” protested Orlando, sitting up further and putting the magazine to one side.

“ Your eyesight gets poorer with age,” Sean seemed entirely unrepentant, which, indeed, he was. Pouring a glass, Sean waved it towards Orli. There was a flicker of indecision, before the young man sighed and took hold of it. The blonde tried to look slightly less smug and sat down nearby with his own glass, watching him, trying to assess his current mood. Orlando took a mouthful and swilled the rest of it round the glass idly.

“ Okay, what’s the matter?” he said finally, without looking at him. Sean looked baffled.

” The matter? Nothing that Karl out the door didn’t cure,” He took his time with his own drink, watching Orli as he sank back against the chair.

“ There’s always something the matter with you. Well, not in *that* way,” he added as Sean put on a poor-me expression. “ There’s always something you’re disturbed about, or want to know, or are just feeling plain curious.” Orlando’s eyes were suddenly sharp on him. “ So what is it?”

“ There’s nothing!” protested Sean, who felt his character had been a little shoehorned there.

“ Nothing?” Orlando sounded doubtful, as though Sean had promised he would clean the bathroom for a month.

” Nothing!”

” Nothing to do with Karl?” Orli was probing deeper, his eyes bright and interested.

“ I’m trying to fucking well forget that wanker,” replied Sean immediately, then suddenly remembered exactly who he was talking to. “ I mean… uh..,”

Orlando waved down his vague apologises. “ Everyone can be a wanker, Sean.” He took another sip of dri drink and paused in thought. “ Okay, not Karl. Nothing to do with Dave?”

Sean was suddenly aware of very watchful eyes on him. He blinked, and shrugged. “ Dave? No.”

Orlando seemed almost disappointed by this, beginning to swirl the liquid in the glass again. “ Okay,” he said casually. God, did Sean hate casual. It normally only existed to hide whatever the proper emotion was.

“ Why Dave?” he took another gulp of his own drink. Orlando shrugged idly, his eyes flickering around the room as though trying to find something nice to look at. Sean narrowed his own.

“ No reason,”

“ Bollocks,” responded Sean immediately. However, Orlando was obviously in one of his stubborn moods and simply looked at him, eyes radiating innocence. Sean settled down, grumbling pointedly to him. Orli finished his drink and swiftly took possession of the bottle, pouring another. His eyes fell on Sean’s almost empty glass, and leaned across to fill it again.

“ Can’t have you thirsty,” he said cheerfully. Sean grunted something else, and took a large swig, tapping his finger on the side of the glass idly.

“ So…,” he said carefully. Orli looked interested.

“ So?” he prompted, carefully balancing the bottle back in it’s rightful place once more. Sean watched him for a few more moments, then sighed.

“ You gonna tell me what happened to Viggo?” he said finally.

“ What happeno Vio Viggo? I don’t understand,” Orlando attempted to look confused, but Sean could see the caution suddenly spring up. Sean nodded, finishing the glass of vodka and pouring another.

“ You’re well aware of what I’m talking about,” Sean kept his voice deliberately calm, as though they were simply dising ing the weather. Orlando definitely looked guarded, the type of expression that normally accompanied criminals in murder cases. The blonde carefully poured yet another drink and vowed to buy Viggo some more tomorrow, before the flight got in.

Orlando, meanwhile, was still in deep consideration.

“ Well?” prompted Sean. Orlando shook his head.

” I don’t know,”

” I don’t believe you,” said Sean pleasantly. “Try again.”

“ Why don’t you ask him?” Orlando’s voice was almost broaching on angry. Sean shrugged.

“ He isn’t here. You are,” Sean’s eyes were steady on Orli’s as he took another swig. He sighed, and glanced at his glass idly beforetinutinuing softly. “ Come on, Orlando. I need to know,”

“ Quite probably. And I’m not the one to tell you,” Orli sat back stubbornly. Sean was faintly reminded of a child who didn’t want to share by Orlando’s expression. He paused, wondering how to attack next. Orlando, however, beat him to it. Yawning loudly and deliberately wider than necessary, Orli stretched his arms over his head and looked lazily towards Sean.

“ You wanna come to bed?”

Sean raised an eyebrow, and glanced at his watch. “ It’s half nine, Orli,”

The younger man shrugged. “ Didn’t say anything about sleeping, did I?” There was what was technically described as an impish grin gracing Orlando’s features. Sean rolled his eyes once again, and settled back in his chair, just as stubborn as Orlando. After all, he’d had many more years to practise, and several wives on whom to hone the skill.

Having bounced to his feet, Orli noticed his partner wasn’t shifting. A calculating look shifted into the young man’s eyes. Sean shook his head.

“ You’re not getting anything from me until you give me some information,” Sean finished his drink again, putting the glass down with a hefty thud and folding his arms. Orlando did not look pleased.

“ Information whore,”

” Damn right.” Sean looked like he was quite happy to sit there all night. Orlando growled in his throat, and then shrugged.

“ Fine,” he said with an easy smile. “ I’ll just have a bath or something instead.”

” You do that,” Sean’s voice was pure serenity.

“ I will,” snapped Orlando.

“ Good.”

They stayed there, looking at each other. Finally Orli gave another growl, not as pleasant, and moved to sit back in his chair.

” I can’t tell you much,” he muttered. Sean simply watched him, moving forward slightly to be able to hear better. Orli grew much more uncomfortable, his gaze flickering to the door as though expecting Viggo to be standing there, listening.

There was a long pause.

” His phobia’s due to something that happened to him?” Sean queried finally, when it was clearly obvious that Orlando was having difficulty speaking. The young man nodded slowly, his eyes almost cloudy with thought. Sean gazed at him a little longer, trying to make out the expression properly.

” Bad experience,” Orli muttered finally his head turned away to study one of Viggo’s photographs on the wall. Sean waited for a few heartbeats before continuing.

“ So bad he won’t do it again?” Sean pressed.

“ Pretty much.” Orli flickered his eyes towards him. “ And no, I’m not giving you the gory details,”

Sean didn’t dare ask how literal gory was. He sat back slowly in his chair, watching him. Orlando seemed uncomfortable by the assessing gaze, and fidgeted in his own seat, occasionally flickering his eyes up to see whether Sean was still giving him that look.

” Then surely this sort of thing,” he inserted a sweeping gesture here towards Orlando’s Viggo-inflicted wound. “ shouldn’t appeal to him?”

Orli shrugged. “ He’s in control this time. He gives you choices.”

“ Didn’t see much choice being offered with that thing,” the wave gesture was re-inserted towards the wound once again. Orlando smiled, amused.

“ What? You think that was just an idea he had on the spur of the moment?” he chuckled to himself. This concept did not improve Sean’s general happiness. Heaven knows what else was lurking in Viggo’s mind to make an entrance. He paused as Orli’s previous words suddenly had worse implications.

” So he didn’t have a choice on that bad experience?” he asked slowly. Orli began to fidget again, looking longingly towards the lounge door and to the main bedroom.

” I can’t say,” he replied. “ You’ll have to take it up with him.”

Sean was about to query further when it was suddenly apparent to him exactly how agitated this conversation was getting the younger man. He sighed. Well, it was better than nothing, and they still had alcohol left as well. Orlando looked gleefully upwards as Sean stood, stretching.

“ So you’re going to honour our agreement?”

“ What d’you take me for? An elf?” Sean grinned lazily down at him. “ So are you coming or –“

A hand grabbing hold of his own and pulling him out the door soon answered that little query.

*******

It was no good. He had fought his demons and lost to the devil of curiosity and morbidity. The white dressing which still stuck valiantly to Orlando’s flank with what must have been incredible tape was calling to him.

Sean was aware of Orli watching him in amusement, the young man’s skin still shiny with sweat from their ‘exercise’. Orlando ran his hand across Sean’s bare back, from his position lying opposite him, gently tickling the soles of Sean’s feet which were in front of Orli’s nose and almost getting a foot in the face as a result.

“ You can look if you want,” Orli said softly, his eyes back on Sean’s, knowing what Sean had been thinking about. “ I don’t mind.”

Sean, however, did mind. He minded very much. But it was practically right in front of his face.. he sighed and patted Orlando’s hip. Orli raised his eyebrows.

“ Well?” he prompted, moving his hand to lift off the dressing himself. Sean growled to himself, his eyes flickering back to the wound as it was revealed. Orlando grinned, almost proudly. Two straight lines had been practically carved into his flesh to join at the tip, making almost a V sign. Sean was relieved Viggo hadn’t bothered to do anything that might have involved something a little more complex. The lines had already scabbed over, although by the look of them any accidental nudge might reopen them.

Sean stared at it, fascinated despite himself. “ And .. you wanted this?” he said in a strangled voice.

“ I love the fact that you and Karl seem determined to believe that I’m some sweet little kid who’s got mixed up with the Big Bad Viggo,” Orlando shook his head in amusement. “ That’s so.. well, so *innocent*. Yes, I wanted this. I wanted it well before it happened, but Vig was never enthusiastic,” His face darkened slightly. “ He always said he didn’t need to,”

Sean managed to get over the prospect of being called ‘innocent’ very quickly. “ I see,” he said neutrally, his hand smoothing over Orlando’s contours idly. Orli shivered against his touch, and shifted closer. Given their classic 69 positioning, Sean was quite alarmed to notice the boy obviously hadn’t reached his exhaustion level. He groaned.

“ Come off it Orlando, you’ll kill me,” he protested. Orli seemed not to hear, running his hand gently over Sean’s thigh before drifting higher.

” See?” he said in obvious delight. “ You can if you try,”

Sean sighed, feeling the familiar feeling of heat in his groin, Orlando’s soft touches on his cock awaking the slumbering demon of lust once again.

“ Well, if you must-HOLY FUCK ORLANDO!”

Orlando pulled back from where he had deep throated the older man’s erection, twirling his tongue on Sean’s cock head briefly before raising his head.

“ Sorry, I missed that through the swearing,” he grinned. “ Was that a stop?”

Sean’s muffled curse was more than enough information. Orli winked, and turned back to the task in mouth. The older man managed to keep his groans in as much as possible, and even managed to find enough thought power to stroke Orlando. His hands were not particularly soft, but by the thrusts of Orlando’s hips he didn’t think that was an obvious problem to the youngster. Orli had also managed to twist himself in a more difficult position for Sean to reach him, and had to be pulled into a more Sean tongue friendly position when it was clear Orli wasn’t pausing in his mission for anything.

Sean was more in a lazy mood, which allowed him an excuse when Orlando’s tongue took nearly all of his consciousness. However, he could feel the effect even a slow tongue twirl was having on the younger man, the trembling through the olive limbs, the soft moaning against his own arousal that occasionally allowed a little puff of air to touch sensitive skin.

His body was soon ready, still energised from their previous lovemaking although, no doubt, somewhat startled by the frequency. Wait ages for one orgasm and three come along all at once… Sean, who had Orlando’s cock as far in his mouth as he could happily accommodate without gagging, had to pause, his eyes closing, muscles tense, as Orlando raced to the finish line with a cocky grin on his face. Or at least, showing in his eyes anyway.

“ You taste sweeter than Vig,” commented Orlando after he had licked up every drop with painstaking concentration and dedication.

“ I’m not a bloody cocktail, mate,” groaned Sean, who was still trying to recover.

“ Have you been eating pineapple?” Orlando’s chirpiness was incredible. Sean frowned at him, baffled, trying to work out how that was even remotely connected.

” You what?”

“ Pineapple. Apparently it flavours it,” Orli was a book of pointless knowledge. Sean didn’t look any less baffled.

“ What, did someone suck off fifty blokes to find this out or something?”

” It was in a woman’s magazine I borrowed from Liv,” Orlando shrugged. “ It didn’t say,”

“ Funny that,” Sean had recovered enough to turn his attention back onto his own task in hand, and thankfully Orlando’s need for chatter disappeared soon after, the young man focused and trembling from Sean’s hand and then his mouth. The older man took his time, feeling more than justified for spreading a little of the tension about.

Orli’s little whimpers grew into moans of appreciation, the young man’s hips thrusting gently into Sean’s mouth. After a while Sean had to hold him down to stop him being difficult.

“ God, Sean,” gasped Orli, his hands fisting in the blanket. It was a difficult task to continue at the steady speed, but with a bit of willpower Sean managed it, attempting to become deaf to the moans, groans and occasional pleas being vocalised by the young man. Sean could feel him tense underneath his hands, the indrawn breath being held that normally signified exactly where he was in the proceedings. Sean briefly considered withdrawing, but had a suspicion that would probably cost him a very uncomfortable night indeed. A few moments later and Orlando had exploded over his waiting tongue, a soft wail filling the room.

Slowly sitting upright, Sean watched the panting young man idly. “ Can I get some sleep now?”

“ You’re sho showering?” Orlando seemed in a happy exhausted puddle on the bed. “ You filthy bastard.”

“ That’s me,” agreed Sean, yawning slightly and sliding down to rest fully on the bed. “ I’ll live,”

” Not sure I will,” grumbled Orlando, giving him a little shove. “ Don’t they have baths in the north?”

” About the same as whether they have manners in the south,” countered Sean, his eyes already shut. “ Shut up and go scrub yourself, elf-boy,”

Muttering cheerfully to himself, Orlando slid off the bed and padded towards the bathroom. Sean glanced after him as he left, his eyes falling on the small fresh bloodstain that Orlando had left on the bedspread. Obviously the injury had been knocked, which was probably unsurprising. Sean sighed heavily to himself, and rolled over, trying not to focus on it.

Five minutes later, Orlando slipped into bed behind him, immediately putting his arm around him and snuggling up to him, a warm and still quite damp body pressed up closely. Orli kissed the nape of Sean’s neck, before giving a satisfied sigh and shutting his eyes.

Sean forced himself to relax. However, forcing oneself to sleep is entirely a different matter.

*****

“ I understand from Orlando that Karl’s been banging on our door,”

Viggo had been prompt as usual from his scheduled filming slot, and had arrived completely unruffled. Having gone immediately out to the set to discuss a few ideas with producers, writers and anyone else who wanted to listen, he was in a particularly good mood when he finally drifted back to the house. Orlando had stayed behind with the hobbits, planning a large drinking session to celebrate Dom’s upcoming birthday, and it was simply Viggo and Sean in for the meal of pasta which was currently sitting in front of them on the table.

Not entirely sure how happy this subject was, Sean focused a little too hard on the pasta.

“ Yeah. He was a little upset but he buggered off eventually without the neighbours needing to call the police,” Sean was as nonchalant as possible, taking another mouthful of food. Viggo watched him idly.

“ So…?”

Sean looked up, slightly startled, swallowing quickly. “ So what?”

Viggo sighed and sat back in his own chair, watching him carefully. Sean straightened his back, all the more wary for not having the fainted idea how this was going and why he was being quizzed on it. The older man seemed to be considering something.

“ Karl. What did you think?” Viggo carefully crossed his legs, an image of self control. Sean shrugged, uncertain of what he wanted to hear.

“ Stuck up bastard as usual,” he offered.

“ A pem?”em?” Viggo pressed, his eyes firm on Sean. The blonde hesitated.

” I don’t think Orli’s going to do anything if that’s what you mean,”

” It wasn’t.” Viggo leaned backwards. Sean began to get more than a little irritated. There was no way he was getting drawn into one of Orlando’s little sessions again.

“ And I don’t think Karl’s that stupid,” he continued, a little harder than he had wanted. A look of annoyance flashed across Viggo’s face at this. Sean turned back to his pasta although not particularly hungry any more, simply concentrating on the little controlled hurricane that was Viggo next to him without being seen to do so.

He was aware of being watched. The silence was deafening.

“ Ask Dave. He’d know,” Sean said finally, offering another to the wolves. Viggo’s wry smile made him turn his head, eyes narrowing. “ What?”

“ I was wondering when you were going to come back to the subject of Mr Wenham,”

” He’s not a subject, he’s a bloody nuisance,” Sean didn’t like where this was going. He definitely didn’t like the look that was currently gracing Viggo’s face. Dave was going to hear about it if he had managed to poke a stick in the wasp’s nest that was Viggo’s mind. And, for that matter, so was Orlando.

Viggo shrugged. “ I see,”

That seemed final. Sean allowed himself the luxury of staring at him a little longer. “ What do you see?” he asked suspiciously.

“ I had a long chat with him when I was on the other set,” Viggo almost seemed to be musing on warm and fluffy memories. Viggo and warm fluffy memories didn’t tend to mix well. Sean’s suspicions managed to increase by at least double.

“ Did you? What about?”

” You, as it happens,” Viggo eyed him thoughtfully.

Sean could feel his groan in his boots. This was one of those conversations he was either going to have to enter willingly or get thrust into anyway. Pausing his fork, Sean readjusted his position on the chair and gave himself time to think.

“ Right. What’s the matter now?” he said finally, having failed to remember anything that should bring huge amounts of trouble crashing onto his head.

“ Oh, nothing. Just a friendly chat.” Viggo’s tone was still incredibly pleasant. “ He was just giving me some advice.”

Sean looked at him, spearing a piece of pasta and waving it towards Viggo. “ Advice?” he echoed. “ Advice on what?”

Viggo shrugged, and pushed his own plate towards the centre of the table. “ This and that,”

“ Exactly how much this and how much that?” queried Sean suspiciously, finally eating the well waved pasta. Viggo’s next question completely took David Wenham out of his mind with the speed of a cheetah.

“ I also hear,” he said, still in the pleasant tones. “ that you have a fixation with my personal history,”

Said piece of pasta almost went down the wrong way. Sean coughed to clear his throat, and looked cautiously at him. Viggo seemed.. well, Viggo really. He could be on the brink of fury. He could be mild as a kitten. It was toss a coin time.

” Should we really be discussing this over dinner?” he managed. Viggo looked faintly surprised.

“ What, you think it gets any nicer with a better location?”

“ Well.. no… it’s just ….,” Sean stared down at his pasta as though it alone offered him an escape route. Viggo watched him a moment longer, then chuckled to himself. Moving from his chair, he scooped a hand under Sean’s arm and gave him a tug upwards. Sean abandoned the pasta to fend for itself, and slid the chair backwards, staring across at him carefully as he stood.

“ Sofa or bed?” suggested Viggo, in the most relaxed voice Sean had ever heard in his life. Sean hesitated again.

“ You’re incredibly calm about this,” he tried to keep at least part of the suspicion out of his voice. Viggo shrugged again and didn’t bother answering, merely steering Sean towards the larger sofa. Sean allowed himself to be steered, plonking himself in the corner and watching Viggo as he stood obviously considering something.

“ Drink?” he suggested. “ I have some of that vodka you like,”

Sean, who had forgotten to replenish, looked sheepish. “ I’m okay, thanks,”

Viggo raised an eyebrow and sighed, carefully sliding himself onto the sofa and pulling Sean closer to him as though the blonde was a larger less flat version of a security blanket. Sean could feel Viggo’s yawn rather than see it, the slightly exhausted way Viggo’s arm draped over him. He had a suspicion he knew exactly how long Viggo’s hours had been whilst he was away. He still remembered the time Viggo had managed to insist that everyone camp overnight to be able to film a morning sunrise.

After a few long moments, Sean realised he was going to have to poke-start this conversation before Viggo fell asleep on him.

“ So what’s your query?” Viggo’s sudden drawl made him jump. Sean shifted uncomfortably, then stopped as he realised he was probably shoving an elbow into Viggo’s ribs.

“ Same thing as last time. I want to know what happened.” It was surprisingly easier, having your face buried in your lover’s side whilst talking, even if it did make it slightly muffled. He could feel Viggo pause to consider.

“ What has Orlando told you?” Viggo said finally, in a low voice of his own. Sean shrugged lightly, knowing the older man could feel it as much as he could.

” The basics. Bad experience,”

There was an amused chuckle from Viggo. “ Bad experience,” he repeated to himself. “ I see,”

Sean shifted himself slightly. There was a slight grumble from Viggo for the constant fidgeting.

“ So what happened?” Sean asked finally.

“ You really want to know?”

“ Yes,”

” Why? What on earth d’you hope to achieve?” Viggo’s voice was steady, but thankfully the flicker of irritation was not yet present. Sean hesitated.

“ Just to help,” he said weakly. Viggo chuckled again, as though Sean was a young child who had managed to say something humorous accidentally.

“ Help? Help whom, exactly? And I note this little obsession of yours does not include Orlando," Viggo's voice was thankfully still steady, although Sean could now hear the steel beginning to set in the background. However, Viggo seemed to be holding on to his annoyance remarkably well, possibly to do with the good humour he had been in previously.

" Should it?" Sean cursed himself for sounding weaker than he had wanted.

" Well, you seem unconcerned that he never tops. I've never seen you on your knees begging him to take you," There was strange tone in Viggo's voice that Sean wasn't entirely sure he liked.

The blonde paused. The idea that Orli could be anything else other than the submissive was just .. well... difficult. The feel of his smooth buttocks against Sean's crotch seemed almost natural. He shrugged.

" Well, I suppose it's mostly because he doesn't make a big deal of it. It's a preference, not a phobia,"

Sean was suddenly aware of the temperature of the room dropping significantly. Viggo’s muscles tensed underneath him, as though the man had been turned into a statue.

" A phobia?" he echoed finally with pure politeness laced with ice.

" What else would you like to call it?" Sean was determined to keep his cool and sternness. How long this would last in the face of Viggo's obvious displeasure that promised discomfort in Sean's near future was another matter entirely. " Vig, I'm terrified of flying. I hold my hands up to that. On the way back from that bloody mudslide my hand was so tight on Orli's knee it left marks for three days. However, I don't stop it running my life. I do it. Fine, I grumble a lot. But it's an annoyance rather than a life changing thing,"

" And you believe I have a life changing phobia?" If words could freeze air they'd all be living in an ice age at this point in time. Sean shivered.

" Well, you're a little more affected, aren't you?"

Silence. Not a muscle twitched. After a minute, Sean managed to get over the sheer terror of this.

" Well, aren't you?" he repeated for lack of anything less suicidal. He heard a heavy sigh from Viggo.

" So," Viggo rolled the word in his mouth as though sampling a sweet. " You believe that I should face my phobia?" The last word was laced with sarcasm. Sean shrugged.

" Couldn't hurt,"

Viggo's voice was snly nly hard. " Really," The voice of one who knows the answer was something entirely different.

" Well...," Sean had a sudden need to change the subject, and shuffled against Viggo again accidentally.

“ I see. Well, perhaps we can come to some sort of deal,” Thankfully the ice in Viggo’s voice seemed to have melted, although Sean didn’t like the way the muscles were still stiff underneath him. He coughed lightly.

“ Deal?” he echoed.

“ Deal,” repeated Viggo casually. “ I’ll tell you what you want to know. I might even consider letting you do what you’re trying to achieve,”

” And what am I trying to achieve?” Sean tried to sit upright in indignation but the strangeness of the position and Viggo’s arm immediately pulling him back down foiled this scheme. Viggo ignored him.

“ On the condition that you get Orli to fuck you,” the older man concluded. Sean’s words suddenly had a radical rethink.

“ What?” The discussion had gone well out of the boundaries Sean was expecting. Viggo moved again slightly, pulling Sean closer to him like a child with a teddy bear, yawning widely.

“ You heard, I believe. Yes or no?” the sleepy voice aimed itself at him. Sean searched his mind. Well, there was no logical reasons why he couldn’t.. after all, they had shared so much already, one more thing wouldn’t hurt. Just the fact that a man young enough to be his son could possibly …. *do that*, take possession of him, felt so odd that it threatened to keep him immobile for some time.

“ Well?” Viggo spoke again after allowing a long pause to develop. Sean struggled to get his vocal cords working. It’s Orlando. It’s hardly someone off the street, for Chrissakes.

“ Sure. I’ll do it.”

“ You can try to do it, anyway,” Viggo rolled slightly and shut his eyes. “ Orlando’s bound to have a few words to say on the matter.”

And he was right. Orlando did.

****