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.
Description: Viggo and Orli have a thing going, and intend to get Sean involved up to the brink.


Morning came extremely slowly. Although Sean had not been able to get much sleep, the position ensured that his body had had more than its fair share of pins and needles, which hadn't helped either his side or his leg. He had gingerly examined the wound, and was relieved to find that it was only really a scratch, although his jeans would never be the same again.

He jumped as the door swung open, almost hitting his head on the sink. Sean stared at the open door suspiciously. It hadn't taken more than an hour before his anger and his irritation had returned in full force, but it wouldn't be prudent to underestimate what Viggo would do. If he did anything at all.

Carefully Sean got to his feet, trying to see into the room beyond. Edging closer, he could see the furniture that had held the door firmly shut, which had been carefully pushed aside. Hesitating slightly, he finally walked into the room, quickly scanning the room like a rabbit scouting for danger.

" Good morning," came a light voice. Sean swung round, focusing on Viggo lounging against the wall. The older man was casually examining a nail, paying no real attention to the dishevelled and half-naked man who was staring at him, a mixture of suspicion and anger playing on his face.

" What the bloody hell are you playing at?" Sean's attention was caught by the sight of Orlando perched on one of the chairs behind him. Orlando gave him a friendly smile, but didn't say anything. Sean turned his furious gaze back onto Viggo, who was watching his expression with growing amusement.

" Well?" he demanded. Viggo adjusted his position on the wall, and appeared to gaze out of one of the windows across the room. Sean's gaze suddenly took in the riding crop that Viggo was holding in his right hand, which had been hidden from his view until this moment. Eyes narrowing, Sean looked back at Viggo, who was finally looking steadily at him.

Sean glanced back at Orlando, who hadn't moved from his chair but who appeared to be surprisingly animated at this time in the morning. Although Sean wasn't overly surprised; he had heard most of the "surfers" got up at ridiculously early times to catch the best waves. Sean had always maintained that the best waves were ones that were caught after a considerable lie in, but they never listened. However, Sean was not settled by the quick glances that Orlando always gave Viggo before settling his gaze back onto Sean. Sean was suddenly reminded of a sheepdog, impatiently waiting for his master to give the command before racing into action. But Viggo wouldn't try anything with an audience, would he? thought Sean desperately.

He glanced at the door, but, as he was expecting, it had a very solid closed look to it. He did not need to be told who had the key in his pocket. Warily, Sean brought his attention back to Viggo.

" What do you want?" he said slowly.

Viggo finally moved from the wall, nodding to Orlando. The younger man almost bounced from his chair to stand obediently behind Viggo as he took up position a few paces in front of Sean. However, Sean was buggered if he was going to back down now.

" Well?" he demanded, and flinched as Viggo brought the riding crop to gently stroke down his cheek.

" Has anyone told you how beautiful you are, Sean?" murmured Viggo. Sean stared at him.

" What?" he said incredulously. After expecting a frontal attack, he suddenly found himself attacked from the rear, as it were. He stared at Viggo, then at Orlando who was displaying no evidence at being shocked or surprised by Viggo's sentence. Sean's heart sank. An audience was obviously not going to do him any good whatsoever, and there was no chance he could fight both of them off, injuries or not.

" It doesn't always have to be like this," continued Viggo, running the crop over Sean's chest in the same gentle fashion.

" Well of course not!" replied Sean angrily. " I'll be at least five miles away from the pair of you!"

He was startled to note the look of anguish on Orlando's face, and the sudden worried glance at Viggo. Viggo's expression, rather unsurprisingly, had not changed.

" You could enjoy it," Viggo continued, as if Sean's outburst hadn't occurred. Sean's mouth dropped open slightly, and he stared at first Viggo, then Orlando. Orlando still had the concerned expression on his face, and was giving him a sorrowful look; the sheepdog that had realised the sheep were not willing to play.

" I bloody wouldn't!" snapped Sean defensively. Viggo gave a laugh, and drew the crop over the top of Sean's trousers, which were, against all odds, still clinging desperately to his hips. Sean had a sudden urge to hide himself behind a chair or another suitable shield.

Finally Viggo's eyes returned from eying up Sean's lower half to rest lightly on Sean's increasingly wary ones. He smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

" Strip," he ordered.

" No," Sean drawled. If he was going to go down, he might as well do it without portraying himself to be some wimp. Would Boromir back down in the face of danger? Would Sharpe whimper that he wasn't quite up to it and could the danger come back tomorrow? No! He attempted to fight down the little voice at the back of his mind that timidly pointed out that neither of them were likely to be in such a situation, and even if they were, Sean wasn't actually them anyway. A brief picture of a group of riflemen facing off a small group of men dressed in pink tutus flashed briefly through his mind. However, his mind was brought back onto his situation by Viggo taking another step towards him so that they were almost touching. Sean resisted the urge to bolt, and contented himself with attempting to stare him out.

" Strip," repeated Viggo in a soft and dangerously quiet voice. Sean swallowed nervously, and tried to think of heroic things.

" No," he replied, trying to keep the unmanly squeak from his voice. Viggo gave him a shark like smile, and turned to face Orlando who had been watching this exchange with an expression that appeared to be a mixture of excitement and anxiousness. Orlando's gaze snapped to Viggo.

" Strip him," he ordered, walking back to where he was stood. Orlando took a step towards Sean, who was obviously uncomfortable at this point, then looked back desperately at Viggo. Viggo frowned at him, in obvious surprise.

" Are you disobeying?" he asked softly. Orlando shook his head, and quickly covered the ground to Sean, who still hadn't moved. Avoiding Sean's gaze, Orlando reached for the remains of the waistband. His hands were knocked away gently. Sean could hear Viggo's soft growl of annoyance as Orlando hesitated again, staring at Sean's jeans as if they were a strange new species.

Sean noticed Viggo's movement before Orlando did, which allowed Viggo to strike the part of the back he was aiming for. Orlando gave a yelp, and automatically cringed away.

" For god’s sake, leave him alone!" snapped Sean, taking a step to try to place himself between Orlando and Viggo. However, Orlando's glance stopped him; Sean was horrified to notice that excitement was still mingling with the nervousness. However, it was obvious that Orlando was grateful for the gesture, no matter how needless it may have been.

Sean found himself speechless, and looked up to see Viggo's attention back on him. Viggo appeared to be amused again.

" That was very sweet," he commented. " But please do not interfere in my discipline again." Viggo turned his head to glare at Orlando again. " Get on with it," he snapped.

" I'll do it myself," snarled Sean, as Orlando hesitantly moved towards him again. Orlando glanced towards Viggo, who indicated that he should stop. Sean started to slowly unbuckle his jeans, then speeded up; any slower, he thought grimly, and I'd be giving them a striptease.

He stripped off the remainder of his clothes carelessly, and finally stood naked. He suddenly found he really didn't know where to look; he could feel both Viggo's and Orlando's gazes on him, making him feel extremely vulnerable and exposed. Sean found himself gritting his teeth as Viggo strolled to the side to be able to see the rear view, and focused on a picture hanging on the opposite wall. It was a picture of pansies in a field. Bloody typical, he thought.

When Viggo put a hand on his buttock, Sean reacted as though he had been burnt with a hot iron. He couldn't see Viggo's smirk, but he knew damn well it was there. He stiffened again as he felt Viggo lay the riding crop across his arse with a gentle but firm pressure. Stare at the pansies, stare at the pansies, thought Sean desperately.

He heard Viggo give another amused chuckle from behind him, then jumped as the crop lightly slapped him. Viggo, in no apparent hurry, wandered in front of Sean's vision, briefly blocking his view of the picture. Without looking in Sean's direction, Viggo turned to Orlando, who was waiting nervously.

" Let’s not be impolite," he told the younger man. " Go and .. er.. pay him some attention,"

Orlando bowed his head in acknowledgement, then gave an anxious look at Sean, who was equally looking at him in panic. Orlando chewed his lip nervously, before moving slowly in front of Sean. Their eyes met in a nervous acknowledgement before Orlando raised his head to Sean's and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Sean tried not to move during this, but it was difficult. Orlando's hands were soon roaming everywhere, not to mention what his lips were doing. Sean was finding it difficult to keep his focus on the picture, which wasn't helped by the fact that Viggo had worked out where his gaze was aimed at and had deliberately stood in the way. Sean shut his eyes, and tried to think of anything to keep his mind from wandering onto the subject of the lips on his own, the questing tongue, the hands gently exploring all over his body, especially around more tender areas. However, Sean was thankful to note that Orlando deliberately stayed clear of his injuries, only occasionally accidentally brushing against them on the way to more gentle torture.

" You're not trying hard enough, Orlando," Viggo's voice drifted to them. " I haven't heard a moan pass his lips. Perhaps you should focus on an area that's a little more sensitive,"

Sean's eyes flew open at this suggestion, and looked pleadingly at Orlando, who was definitely looking more uncomfortable. Orlando shut his eyes, and slowly began to sink to his knees. Sean swallowed nervously, and allowed himself a quick glance at Viggo, expecting to see scornful amusement. However, it was clear that Viggo's attention was firmly fixed on the slow movements of Orli, and that he was not impressed.

" Well?" he snapped. " Get on with it,"

" You don't have to do this," murmured Sean, desperately.

Viggo gave a short laugh. " Of course he does. And he loves it as well. However," Viggo cast a suspicious look at the kneeling figure of Orlando. " something appears to be taking precedence over the word of his master,"

" He's not interested!" blurted Orlando from the floor. " This is unfair-"

" No!" roared Sean, as Viggo raised the crop again. He could see Orlando wince in anticipation on the floor. However, the crop paused in mid-swing, to allow Viggo to consider Sean's outburst thoughtfully.

" I will agree not to punish him," began Viggo slowly. Sean visibly relaxed and let out a breath that he hadn't even noticed he was holding. Orlando, who knew Viggo too well in this situation, remained cringed on the floor.

" However," he continued, suppressing a smile as Sean's attention snapped back on him. " There will be conditions," Absent-mindedly Viggo's hand started to pet Orlando like a dog. Orlando gave a pleased noise, and tried to rub himself against Viggo, who completely ignored him. Sean had a feeling if Orlando could purr he would be doing it.

" Conditions?" asked Sean slowly, trying to ignore the display of affection. Why did there always have to be small print? " Like what exactly?" Although he really didn't want to know. Sean had a feeling a nice cup of tea and a shortbread biscuit wasn't going to be top of the list.

Viggo gave him a bright smile, and started to rub Orlando behind an ear. This was obviously one of the younger man's hot spots and he all but melted on the floor at the touch, making a cat-like mewing noise.

" As my pet here," another rub for Orlando, " has not finished the job, the roles will be reversed. Let us see whether you are any better at it,"

Sean's mouth dropped open. This was not going well. In fact, he had had divorces where things had gone better. Sean stared at Viggo, then Orlando, who was trying not to give him a lust filled look, then back at Viggo.

" And if I refuse?" he said in a strangled voice.

Viggo smiled. " Would you be as stupid as that?" he asked softly. Sean swallowed, and tried to avoid the warning look that Orli was giving him.

" And you'll let us go afterwards?" he tried. Viggo raised his eyebrows.

" Why, certainly." he said, surprised. " If you wish to go,"

Sean would take that particular bet. He looked down at Orlando who was still trying to obtain any type of attention from Viggo. Orlando met his gaze and gave him an unmistakably mischievous look. Oh well, thought Sean bravely. How hard can it be?

After re-phrasing that particular thought in his head, he watched as Orlando, at a nod from Viggo, stood up and began to strip. Sean was surprised and almost amused at the careful and precise manner the younger man folded and tidily placed his clothes on one of the chairs. Viggo caught the look of amusement.

" I will not have any pet of mine becoming a slob," was his explanation. " It took a long time for Orli to learn that one," he gave a fond glance at Orlando, who flushed in embarrassment. " but I believe it's sunk in by now,"

Far too quickly, Orlando was stripped and ready for business. Oh joy, thought Sean. His mouth felt as dry as the average desert as Orlando stepped up to him, eyes glittering with excitement. Before Sean had really understood what was happening, Orli's lips were on his own, gently kissing and running a tongue over Sean's in an attempt to gain entry. Automatically, Sean responded to the kiss, feeling Orlando's tongue begin to possess his mouth, probing everywhere in obvious delight. Orlando's hands had also started to explore Sean's body with more vigour than before, taking Sean's acceptance - if, indeed, it was reluctant - as more of an invitation.

Sean was horrified and embarrassed to notice that his own body, too long without another person's attention, start to respond to Orli. He was even more mortified to realise that Orlando had also noted this, as hands brushed over his most sensitive areas, causing him to tremble in response. Sean tried to think of the less attractive thing he could think of, which failed as Orlando stopped kissing him and put a hand under his chin to catch his attention; as Sean stared into the lustful chocolate brown eyes his determination wavered, allowing Orlando to seize the opportunity to gently run a finger over Sean's stiffening cock. The moan that squeezed past Sean's lips was small, but for the two men waiting for it, it was duly acknowledged. Sean didn't dare look at Viggo, who was undoubtedly grinning in satisfaction.

Sure enough; " That's enough Orlando," came the soft, utterly amused voice. " Any more and he won't be able to do his job,"

Orlando smiled, and took a small step back. Sean's gaze travelled down the firm, young, proud body standing in front of him, and vowed not to look at Viggo. Sean hesitantly placed his palm on Orlando's chest, and the tremble that he felt race through the young man's body at his touch surprised him. He traced the contours of Orlando's chest as if trying to commit them to memory. The first time that Orli arched and moaned loudly as Sean gingerly stroked a nipple made the older man jerk his hand away as if the nipple had somehow stung him. Orlando opened his eyes and gave Sean such an erotic look that Sean felt his cock twitch again.

Feeling bolder, Sean returned to the attack. Running both of his hands over Orlando's body, he tried to mimic the way that Orli had caressed him. Orlando grew increasingly vocal as Sean finally succumbed to moving down to cup Orli's buttocks with his hands, softly stroking.

" He won't break, you know." came Viggo's comment. " Trust me. I've tried." Sean could even hear the smile in his voice. " He likes it rough," he continued in a softer tone.

Well, he would, wouldn't he, thought Sean, drawing his hands round to the front of Orlando. He could feel Orlando stiffen in anticipation as he paused before the obviously aching cock, and could sense Viggo's attention grow sharper. Sean glanced into Orlando's eyes again, confirming that the younger man wanted this. The intensity of the look confirmed it several times over; in fact the level of longing was so strong Sean had a feeling that he if stopped now Orlando would grab the crop and thrash him himself.

Slowly, Sean got to his knees, shutting his eyes on the way and desperately trying to remember all the times that he had received such an act. How the hell did you begin anyway? he thought, as his mind went blank. Opening his eyes, after realising there was no point in huntingund und in the dark at any rate, he was confronted by a cock that was surely far too large for a boy of Orlando's frame. Mind you, this was the first time he had come this close to any other male's genitals before; thank god he wasn't a doctor.

Hesitatively, he gave a puppy dog lick to the head. This was obviously a good thing to do, as Orlando twitched and gave out a loud moan. Encouraged, Sean continued, tracing the surface with his tongue. He began to explore further, guided to the more sensitive areas by Orli's continuing moans and hip thrusts towards him, although some of the hip thrusts almost knocked him off. Finally, Sean grabbed onto what nerve he had left and took Orlando deep into his mouth, wondering how the hell women didn't choke more often as he fought the desire to gag.

Thankfully, the urge passed as he found a level he was comfortable with. Orlando was not helping on this matter by thrusting deep into his mouth, in an apparent attempt to reach Sean's kidneys; however, Sean managed to balance this and even started to get into it with the boy's constant chorus of moans, groans and the occasional whimper. He found he suddenly didn't mind as Orlando ran his hands through Sean's golden brown hair, taking a surprising and, in Sean's mind, perverse delight in feeling the young man being reduced into a quivering bag of pleasure from Sean's actions.

Suddenly the hands in his hair tightened; the whole of Orlando's body stiffened, and the boy let out a shout as he exploded within Sean's mouth. Sean automatically swallowed the salty liquid, thought about it, and pulled a face. Orlando had slumped over him, breathing heavily but still obviously having enough energy to start stroking Sean's shoulders with shaking hands.

Sean helped him to a suitable sitting position, and composed himself before turning to face Viggo. Viggo smiled at him, then glanced at the sitting figure of Orlando, who was still trying to get his breath back.

" I told you you would enjoy it," Viggo turned his eyes back onto Sean.

" And how do you figure that?" snapped Sean, desperate to regain some control over the situation.

Viggo glanced down Sean's body, to rest on a stiffened and throbbing area. His gaze came back onto Sean's. " I have no idea," he said softly.

Shit.

Sean desperately thought of some suitable come back, but Viggo was not about to be rushed. Viggo wandered over to Orlando, who had managed to recover and was watching them with interest from his sitting position. Viggo leant down and kissed Orlando on the lips, then bent back up and patted him on the head.

Woof, woof, thought Sean.

" He is an adorable creature, is he not?" Viggo continued to rub said adorable creature's head with a hand. " I am so pleased that you two were able to finally come to some arrangement,"

Orlando, adorable creature extraordinaire, gave Sean a bright happy smile then nudged Viggo for more attention. After all the patting Sean was surprised Orli was as tall as he was.

" We had a deal," Sean reminded Viggo.

Viggo looked at him, and gave a puzzled frown. Sean's heart, which had been doing a lot of action recently, sank again.

" Did we?" came the innocent reply.

" Yes," said Sean through gritted teeth. " You promised to let us go,"

" Really? I'm full of rash statements, obviously." said Viggo, in a tone that was almost cheerful. " But surely it is only if you want to go. Do you want to leave us, Sean?"

Yes! shouted his brain. No! shouted his loins. Sean opened his mouth to confirm, and was silenced by the increasing throbbing as Viggo started to caress Orlando in front of him. Shit, thought Sean desperately, I'm being dictated to by my inner pervert.

" You only have to say," continued Viggo, watching him carefully. The situation was not improved by Orlando beginning to moan as Viggo rubbed and pinched his nipple. Sean watched them, then gave himself a mental shake.

" Yes. I want to go," he said, keeping his eyes firmly on the floor and away from visual temptations.

Viggo gave a disappointed sigh, and moved towards him. Orlando gave a whimper in protest as his attention was removed, but silenced as Viggo cast him a sharp look. Walking towards Sean, Viggo was heartened to notice that Sean no longer backed away from him. He ran a hand down Sean's cheek, noting the in-drawn breath at the touch.

" Sure?" he repeated softly, his lips just inches away from Sean's. Sean lifted his eyes to look into Viggo's.

" Yes," he said after the briefest hesitation. Viggo shrugged and turned away from him.

" Fine," he called over his shoulder. " See you later then."

Sean was gobsmacked. That was it? He watched as Viggo threw Orlando his clothes, give him a cheerful nod as if all they had done was played a game of poker, and opened the door. Sean was just registering that it had been unlocked for the entire time (what if someone else had come in?! panicked his mind) when Orlando, who was obviously a world class speed dresser, scuttled to the door and ducked underneath Viggo's arm, which was holding the door open.

Viggo looked back at Sean, who was still standing there. " If you need us, we'll be at my place," he smiled, and glanced down at him. " But put some clothes on first. People may consider you to be a bit weird otherwise," Viggo walked out the door, shutting it carefully behind him.

********

" Do you think he'll come?" asked Orlando timidly, as they walked back towards Viggo's apartment. Viggo laughed, and affectionately ruffled the young man's hair as they walked along, gaining a grin of happiness from his young lover.

" He will eventually," he said. " In more ways than one." He ran his hand over Orlando's back, delighting in the soft shiver that this caused. After all this time, Orlando was still as sensitive and as willing to his touches as ever before.

As Orlando grabbed his hand and bounced along beside him, Viggo's thoughts turned to Sean. It was clear the daft bugger didn't know what he wanted, and there was a definite mental block that Viggo would have to break through before he would properly enjoy himself. But Viggo knew that desire was in him, ever since last night when Sean continued to flirt with Orlando at the bar. Sean obviously didn't think anyone had paid any attention, which was quite usual for the arrogant sod.

They reached the apartment, Orlando bouncing ahead like an over excited puppy. Viggo gave a lazy swipe at him, laughing to himself as Orlando carefully dodged the blow and stuck his tongue out at him. Orlando was definitely like a puppy, thought Viggo with affection; sweet tempered, willing to please, full of boundless energy. Orlando, who often deliberately acted like a puppy to please Viggo, gave a noise that sounded very similar to a yap and grinned at him.

If Orlando was the puppy, Sean was a lion, one of the young males out by themselves in a dangerous world, sleek, proud and golden, wary of both prey and danger. It was obviously up to Viggo to provide the lion with a pride, although he was loathed to remove that wonderful look of suspicion and danger from those green eyes.

Viggo grinned to himself. It shouldn't take long before Sean drove himself nuts over this, and when he finally succumbed, they would be waiting for him.