The Wanted Series

Part title: Tango Of Three
Author: Hazel (hethumeleth@luukku.com)

WARNINGS: Criminal actions (killing, kidnapping, robbing etc.) and cursing.
Series: The Wanted Series 2/??

Disclaimer: Don't know 'em. Haven't even met 'em. Can't know anything. And, the thing with Lij and his father NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED.

Author's notes: My style of writing fanfiction is probably very unorthodox but no one's making you read this. And there will be more action concerning Viggo and Elijah in the next part. I just wanted to tell the whole story and unfortunately it doesn't revolve around Wood and Viggo's relationship…
Website: www.nic.fi/~teroma/crazycorner
Thanks to: My wonderful beta Tuuli/Trish. And to the makers of this one movie on Finnish telly some time ago that made me think about slashing people in a story like this.

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Viggo didn't see that much but what he *did* see was a man lying on the ground. Dead. Was it Sean, he wasn't sure, but he needed to take care of the other guard before *he* ended up dead.

He jumped from behind the car and hit the man he was supposed to take care of with a rock. The man turned around and hit Viggo with all his strength. Viggo took a step back but didn't even think of the light pain when he already used the rock again, now in the man's face. Without a sound, the guard fell to the ground and stayed down.

Viggo turned around. He rushed to the man who had got shot only to realise it wasn't Sean. It was the other guard. Sean's guard. Sean had shot the guard. //So where the fuck is he then?//

Viggo took a quick look around the alley and then walked to the half-open door. The quick son of a bitch was already inside. He shouldn’t have been inside yet. He was supposed to wait for Viggo. Now the whole gig was about to become one big fuck up.

~

Running towards the guard with the gun in his hand Sean didn't want to kill the unlucky bastard. He was a friend of his. A good friend actually. And still he ended up shot because of me. Because *I* pulled the trigger. //Well, when has life, or death, been fair.//

He had picked the lock quickly and easily and went inside. Sean took care of the alarms, after all he *did* work there. He also had to take care of few other things before he could leave with the money. Alone. Without Viggo, which was a shame actually. They had had a lot of fun together during those weeks they had been together. Before Elijah had appeared in Sean and Viggo's life. Now Sean wasn't sure of anything anymore.

And definitely without the little guy ,whom Sean had wanted to fuck from the day they had met. Which had actually been the day before. Even though he was the one who clearly messed up everything between Viggo and Sean. They were both unaware of how to act around the prettiest and queerest human being on the fucking planet who still tried to be something else than what he really was.

But even if he kinda loved Viggo and definitely wanted to taste something of Elijah's, alone was better. Always would be. //No one will ever like you for who you really are. Not after they get to know what you’ve done.// Killing wasn’t anything compared to the things he had done in his life. No. Alone was better. For him…and others…

"The backdoor leads to the kitchen and from there it only about twenty feet to the stairs," Sean heard Lij's instructions inside his head as he run through the dark kitchen to the hall. //The stairs…//

Sean ran up the stairs carelessly, alarming the guards inside the building. One attacked him from behind. He fell as his leg was grabbed and started to roll down the stairs. He didn't see anybody as he landed in the hall. He stood up and looked down.

The man lay in front of him, his neck twisted in an unnatural position. //Good, he's already dead. One less for me to kill…// He ran upstairs. Away from everything, and still towards everything imaginable.

~

Lij had been waiting on the roof for the longest time. At least he thought he had. After the agreed eight minutes, he stepped closer to the skylight and then crouched down. He had his glasscutter with him and he started making a suitable entrance for himself to fit through. One thing that was good about being small and… well, small.

The cutter was quiet and did its job fast. He managed to slide inside quietly. Now he was on the second floor of the house and supposed to take care of the security tapes in the recorders. //That way then…//

He turned a corner. Behind the second door there was the office for the guards. Lij opened the door, knowing it would be a piece of cake. Only one guard was in the room and he was asleep. The gift-basket had worked as planned after all. Viggo really was good for *something*.

Lij took a long look at the guard, fat and dirty looking, and went to the video recorders to take out all the tapes. //Too fucking many of you!// Dropped one tape… “Fuck…” Finally he managed to put them in his small back-bag and then leave the room.

He walked down the corridor to the master bedroom and was just about to open the door when he saw some movement in the corner of his eye. Pain…

~

Sean walked further into the house and looked into the corridor where Lij was supposed to be. //Just in time, little man, just in time…// He waited for Lij to walk a bit closer. Then he attacked. With the handle of his gun he hit the little man, boy actually, and watched him fall on the floor.

From the day he had met the man, hd wad wanted to kiss him and touch him. Just to, for God's sake, fuck him. And now the little guy lay on his feet and he could do whatever he wanted to him. //I bet he does something else just in time as well…// He leaned closer to Lij and stopped when he was like an inch away. //A hostage wouldn't be such a bad idea…//

He took one more look of his dream-boy and then stood up and turned around to open the door to the master bedroom. Inside the room it was even darker than in the rest of the house and it took him a while to see anything.

"Hello, Sean," an unfriendly voice said to him from somewhere in the dark.

"Hello, boss," Sean greeted his soon-to-be ex-boss. And a dead one for that matter. Sean’s eyes found the boss standing near the window, facing him. He couldn't see the man's face and it looked like a fucking skull or something. With no colours or shapes. That's how he always had seen his boss: like the walking dead.

"So," the man said, "Did everything go as planned?"

Sean took few slow steps closer. "Almost everything," he said, "Except that you will still be robbed… by me." He lifted his gun and pulled the trigger. His boss fell to the ground. Sean stepped closer. //Damn it!//

~ Vig Viggo tried to listen if he could hear anything as he run through the kitchen and up the stairs. He didn't like what he saw. The dead guard outside and another one on the hall floor. Definitely *not* good.

He stopped before looking into the corridor. No one there…wait… //What's that…?// He rushed closer to the little man on the floor. //No, no, no… Please don't be dead…// he leaned closer and heard that Elijah was still breathing.

His eyes went blurry and the only thing he could think about was Lij. His eyes, hands, lips…his life. He didn’t want it to end like this. He placed his hands on the man he wanted. Wanted to protect and just wanted. His hands explored the damages but since the man didn't have any wounds or anything they just explored and caressed. Viggo didn't notice, though. He was too far in another world. //The guy’s just too fucking young to fucking die. *I* haven’t lived long enough knowing he existed. I lov… No. Couldn’t. Just couldn’t…could I?//

Viggo stood up. For a moment there he had forgotten where he was and what he was doing. Now he was okay again. Sort of okay. And now he had it all figured out. It was Sean. It had to be. Anger on the top of all feelings, Viggo took out his gun and opened the door to the bedroom of their victim.

~

In the room next to the master bedroom there was a man. A young man. A pretty man. No longer sound asleep, rather just about to wake up.

~

Viggo stepped into the room pointing his gun at Sean. His eyes saw the man on the floor and he just snapped. "Just what the *fuck* are you trying to do here?" Viggo shouted. "Are you on a mission to kill everyone? *And* get us caught?"

Sean didn't say anything. What could he have said? "Hi, I'm Sean. I'm here to kill you, my boss and everyone else who wants the money and, well, yeah, I fucked you just to achieve my goal." No, he kept quiet. Instead of saying all he really *wanted* and *needed* to say, in excuse and in assurance, he glanced at the man on the floor. //Still alive…// Good or bad, he didn’t have time to decide. Too busy trying not to do anything to upset Viggo more.

"Well, aren't you gonna say anything before I kill you?" Viggo yelled to the man in front of him.

Nothing, not a sound…

"Well, then, get down. On your belly and *don't* you move," Viggo commanded and stepped closer to the man Sean had shot. //…what the fuck…!? Shot!// “Fuck!” Viggo screamed, totally losing control, “You shot *him*? Stupid ass!! We fucking need him! *That* guy over *there* has the fucking code!”

Sean didn’t look at Viggo. He was shaking as he tried to speak. “We could just leave…and get the money elsewhere…and…”

"You son of a bitch. Don't you get it? We can't leave that guy alive. You let him see you, stupid!" Viggo almost screamed, at the same time playing with a thought of leaving Sean behind. Dead Sean of course. Otherwise he would surely tell about Lij and Viggo. //Fuck the guy. Fuck. He has just used you. All the fucking time you were together. All the time. Even… even in bed, making love to you like no one had before. Even then. Well, fuck him…//

Sean had got up on his knees but he didn't dare to move any more. With Viggo going crazy three feet away and all. So he just stayed put. The rage and the disappointment and the sadness in Viggo made him start hitting him. Harder and harder every time. Like a hammer. Over and over. Still he didn’t move. He cried. For all the things he had done. To Viggo…and others. And he cried.

~

Lij had the most awful hangover in weeks. First of all, he hadn’t the faintest idea where or when he had got himself drunk. Second of all, //Where the fuck am I? What the fuck’s the time? Ooh, my head…where’s the pillow…?// Then he realised he was laying on something hard and when he looked around he remembered.

//It was Sean. Sean hit me! …oh god my head hurts… And…Viggo? What…Viggo touched me…my neck…he touched my neck…and he touched me… Everywhere…// A feeling, almost like lust, run through him and he shook his head in disgust. //NO! Don’t you think like that…don’t…didn't you get enough of that when your *fucking* father… FUCK!//

He leaned against something and suddenly found himself lying inside a room with three other guys. //Sean… Viggo! And…oh god, not Ian…dead?// Slowly, aware of the fact his head would explode if he made any sudden movements, he stood up and stepped closer. "What's going on here?"

~

I woke up in the middle of the night. I never do. I sleep like…like a guy after a couple hours of sex. //With an old man but still…// Something had had to wake me up. I got up and put on my orange slippers and bright blue morning gown. I walked to the door, suddenly scared, uncertain of what was behind. I leaned close to the door and pressed my ear on it. I listened.

Nothing.

Finally I felt brave, or foolish, enough to actually grab the handle. I opened the door slowly and quietly and stepped into the corridor. Quiet… dark… okay? Everything *seemed* to be just fine… //No wait! Voices…from there.// I stepped closer to the bedroom that belonged to my boss. //The old man…// Definitely voices, angry voices. I sneaked behind the door and peeked inside through the crack between the door and the doorframes.

“Don't you fucking shoot him!" a young looking man yelled to the other man.

I couldn’t see that much so I moved to the other side of the half-open door. The view was perfect.

The man the gun was pointing at was kneeling on the floor eyes closed, blood dripping from his lip. The gunman hadn't moved one bit. He was still standing behind the man who was tied up. The gunman was squeezing the gun in his hand. Silent tears were dropping to the carpet with the blood drops. //They’re both crying…// His left arm was shaking, holding the gun while his right one hanged loosely on his side. The young man stepped a little closer.

"Easy now…c'mon."

The man with the gun didn't even notice anyone else in the room with him and he closed his eyes, tears still pouring. The sudden sound of sirens woke him up. His eyes met mine and sharpened. Now the gun pointed at me. I couldn't move. From the corner of my eye I could see the little man stumble and fall, trying to run to the man with the gun. Then I felt myself falling and then all was dark.

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//Shit…// Lij looked back. ”Shit, shit, shit!” The guy on the back seat was bleeding to death if he didn’t do something *now*. He turned the wheel and cursed when he almost lost the control of his car. //Fucking police! Stop fucking chasing us! God!//

“…mmh…”

Again Lij glanced at the guy. And almost hit a car. “Shit…” //Just concentrate on the driving… Might still be alive tomorrow then…// Hollow laughter filled the car. //Fuck…//

~

Viggo watched Lij's car as it, again, almost hit something. He cursed himself for wanting to take his motorcycle with him. Should've just left it behind and take the car. Not that Lij wasn't a hell of a good driver, because he obviously was. Still being alive that is. Or maybe he was just too scared to stop or slow down.

What Viggo was truly concerned about was the man they had taken with them, sort of as a hostage. If he just happened to wake up, well, then Lij would be in such a trouble Viggo didn't even want to think about it.

A sudden wave of pain from his shoulder and Viggo was back in this world again. //Just try to survive this alive, okay?// He saw Lijah turn to a smaller road and he followed, hoping they'd lose the cops following them soon. Soon being before it was too late.

~

Lij decided to turn to smaller roads. He had studied the maps of the area and knew they had more options out there than on the highway. He glanced at the rear view mirror and saw Viggo on his bike. For a while there he almost looked up to the man, metaphorically speaking. (Physically he did already anyway…) After all the guy's shoulder had been dislocated like a few minutes ago when he’d fallen down the stairs. Lij had had to help the man make his hand operative again. It hadn't been much fun watching the man shake in pain when he had pulled his arm.

And as if that hadn't been enough, Viggo had made him drag the guy Viggo himself had shot to the car. Well, Viggo had helped but it hadn't been a walk in the park for either of them. And it was all Sean's fault. All of it. Shouldn't have trusted the man. A fact was that Lij always, well, *almost* always knew what kind of people he was up against. Even this time he had had some doubts about the man, but he had just pushed them aside.

And why was that again? *That* was actually Viggo's fault. *He* had trusted the man so Lij had, too. //Wonder why?// Lij didn't trust anyone. After his father done what he did to him… well, he didn't trust people. Not men anyway. Women were easier to trust. At least Lijah thought so. His mother…//My…mother…//

Lij knew what he had to do. //Fuck men. Fuck my father. I'm going home.//


-loppu-


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