Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog 20: Take A Bow
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Warnings: See previous. Additional non-con
Summary: Sean keeps up his end of the bargain

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The next few days and nights were promising to be long.

Having confirmed their position to Karl as soon as the younger man had settled himself back down in his chair, Karl had announced that he would be expecting a call the next night, a look of pleased smugness unable to be shifted from his face.

Viggo had nodded to him, then had leant forward, his eyes fixed on Karl, a little half smile playing on his lips.

“ For one night. That’s it. If you touch them again I will break the other foot and probably every other bone in your body," The tone was almost conversational. The look in his eye had promised death and destruction for anyone who dared push this particular topic.

This apparently had been suitable for the younger man, whose gaze flickered over Orlando once more before remembering there were other people still in the room. Sean had also noticed the look of faint disgust cross David’s face before the Australian managed to get himself back under control. Heaven knew what the hell he was doing there. Perhaps Karl had chosen someone to practise his blackmailing techniques on before moving onto them.

“ I’ll expect one or both of them at seven,” Karl had managed to get back to the conversation. “ Oh, and Viggo? Don’t let them be late, and don’t let them misbehave.” Here Sean had the grim satisfaction at the sight of Karl giving him an unmistakably cautious look. Beware of the Dog.

There was a pause as Viggo simply examined his hands in front of them, allowing Sean the opportunity to give Karl a look that promised him extreme discomfort for said night. Finally the older man had looked up, raised an eyebrow, and shrugged.

” They will behave.” Sean had heard the faint smile in Viggo’s voice as he continued. “ Within reason.”

And that was all the confirmation Karl was getting.

Now Sean was stuck on Karl’s doorstep, staring balefully at the front door and wondering how the hell he was going to survive the next however many hours. He had been reluctant to go without being Orlando’s protector, but the shooting schedule was against them. Early morning rises for both Orli and Viggo meant that the first watch fell onto Sean.

Sean smiled grimly to himself at the memory of Viggo ensuring that the concept of behaving was firmly drilled into Sean’s mind when the Brit had angrily let loose his opinion on the matter when they had reached the haven of home. Not that Viggo had to do much nowadays to ensure obedience. A simple rise of the eyebrow, a few gentle and annoyingly logical words mixed in with the odd warning, and Sean’s compliance was normally raring to go.

However, apparently his submission had managed to get a metaphorical flat tyre.

Sean glared at the door as though it was the source of his misery and irritation, and finally raised his hand to knock on it before the neighbours started calling the police about a stalker in the area. After a pause that felt like hours, the door opened.

" Sean. Come in," Karl seemed neither surprised nor shocked by his solo appearance, as though it was just an every day occurrence. He stepped back to allow the blonde access. Sean could almost feel the younger man's gaze rest on his body as Sean walked past him, a sickening feeling in his stomach already making itself known.

" Orli couldn't make it?" the tone was conversational, polite. No one would have guessed from Karl's voice that this was anything but a social call.

" He has an early morning shoot," Sean kept his own words to a minimum. There was no point in pretending this was anything other than what it was. Karl shrugged, shut the door behind him and led the older man towards the lounge.

" Take a seat," he offered. " Drink?"

And God, would a drink be bloody good at this point. However...

" No."

Karl watched him carefully, Sean knowing that the younger man was far too aware that this little doggie might bite. However, Viggo had confirmed that neither of his little pets would do such a thing. This had been reiterated late last night with Sean when the blonde had angrily vowed to bloody well bite the damn thing off. Violence was out. It was up to him to just get it over with and try and erase it from his memory.

" You know this would go a lot easier if you would just relax," Karl’s tone was nothing but friendly. Sean simply stared at him and said nothing. Karl sighed heavily, and turned away.

" Fine. If you're determined to do it the hard way, that's okay by me," he poured himself a glass of what looked like vodka and looked back at the man he had bought, obviously considering his options. Sean had promised nothing about enjoying himself, whether real or faked, and simply glared back at him. Karl cocked his head to one side.

" Strip for me," he ordered thoughtfully. Sean ran the possibility of refusing through his mind. It obviously showed on his face as Karl's expression hardened.

" You going back on your word, Beanie?" the tone was slow, mocking.

Sean glared at him further, and reluctantly slipped out of the t-shirt he had been wearing, making sure he didn't focus on Karl whatsoever. Just a scene, that's all.

Once the t-shirt was off, Karl seemed in no hurry to insist the trousers went the same way. He wandered over to him, running his hand over Sean's shoulder in a manner that faintly reminded the blonde of Viggo. Sean resisted the urge to shiver and merely kept his glare on one of the nearby pictures, trying to forget how similar this was to the very first time that Viggo had entered his sex life. This time the focus was not pansies but a roughly sketched landscape. The lack of pun didn't help much.

" What on earth do you hope to achieve by this?" Sean snapped as Karl's hand lingered a little too long on his chest.

" Surely it's obvious?" Karl's voice was amused and suggestive. Sean growled.

" You don't need to start blackmailing people to find partners," The blonde had a faint hope he would be able to talk their way out of this. His mind cast back onto Orli's nervous features, the way the young man had been walking around looking like the day was his last before execution. Karl chuckled.

" Flatterer,"

" I'm serious, Karl." Sean's full willpower was being used to stop him moving as Karl's hands drifted over his back, gliding over sensitive skin and ticklish areas.

" Yeah, I noticed. Your muscles are all tense for a start," There was an experimental knead of his shoulder. " There's more to be considered here than just sex, Sean. Let's just say that's an unexpected treat." Karl's hand drifted lower, running a finger under the waist line of the trousers. Sean shivered.

" Then what?"

" You know, you're incredibly noisy for a sex-slave," Karl said cheerfully.

" And probably far too grumpy. I know. Get on with it," Sean tried to forget the hands, which were drifting around to the front and beginning to unbuckle his belt slowly. Sean could feel a bead of sweat run down his back as the belt succumbed to the hands, the buttons popped, and a hand slowly, so very slowly, slid under the material.

" He's doing it to annoy Viggo. Control his property," came a voice behind him. Sean, who had been tense as it was, almost became airborne. Karl's hand paused in its explorations, its owner shifting his own weight to glace over his shoulder.

" Hi Dave," Karl seemed amused. " Thought I couldn't tempt you,"

" Hmmmmph," David made no attempt to enter further into the room, simply leaning against the wall of the room, watching them. Sean stared at him, surprised and even more nervous than before. This didn't look like a spectator sport.

" Either help or disappear. You're making my new pet here nervous," Karl seemed completely unabashed by Dave's presence, and went back to his task in hand. Sean suddenly leaped against him as hand grazed even more sensitive areas.

" You say that as though he wasn't nervous before," replied David, not shifting from his position. " Although I can see he's still damn angry,"

" He'll get over it," It was like Sean wasn't in the room.

" Viggo won't. Not with your paw-prints all over his property,"

Karl glared back at him, his hand tightening on Sean's flesh in a manner that Sean had to fight the gasp that he could feel building. " I honestly don't give a fuck what Viggo wants. A deal's a deal. Sean's mine for tonight, to with as I wish." Karl went back to gently stroking. Sean relaxed slightly, the pressure being released. Suddenly stroking didn’t seem all that bad.

" And what will you do with him?" Dave's voice was light. Karl snorted with amusement,

" Like you don't have the faintest idea," Karl stared at him, then pulled his hands out of Sean's trousers completely. Sean's moment of relief was short lived as Karl slapped him on the backside. " Take 'em off."

Out of the corner of his eye Sean could see David's back straighten further, his eyes fixed on Sean. There was another slap administered to his right buttock, harder.

" Get on with it." Karl's voice was full of command. Sean hesitated for a moment, then even more reluctantly rid his body of the shield. Karl tugged a little on the boxer shorts, indicating further instructions. Sean took a deep breath, then got rid of those as well.

Karl's hand drifted over the smooth skin on Sean's backside, as though testing the quality.

" Sure you don't want to taste?" the voice was amused and aimed towards Dave. " I can get him to do anything for you,"

" He's hardly willing," Despite his words, Dave's voice sounded ragged.

" Oh, for Chrissake, with what Viggo does to him I hardly think it's going to be much difference," Karl was definitely getting irritated now. " Stop making a drama out of this,"

“ A drama?” echoed David. “ Is that what I’m doing? Funny, there’s me thinking it was principles.”

Karl snorted, and drifted his hands over Sean’s back possessively and deliberately slowly. “ Then why are you here? Surely it would be against your principles to watch,”

“ Depends what you intend to do with him.” Dave had managed to get a little more control over his voice, his tone firm and almost angry. He stepped further into Sean’s vision, his arms folded, his attention not on the naked man but entirely on Karl. Sean was relieved even further that the expression was not a happy one. Karl sighed heavily and dropped his hands away from the hips they had been caressing.

“ Oh, I thought I’d just slice him open with a butchers knife and trail his guts over the floor. What’d you think I’m going to do to him?” snapped Karl. “ Have a bit of fun and that’s it. He’ll be able to walk in the morning if that’s what you’re worried about. Or, at least, mostly anyway,” Sean could see the lazy insolent grin that was currently gracing Karl’s features.

Dave, on the other hand, did not seem any further satisfied by this answer and merely stared at him. Finally he glanced back at Sean. Sean was startled to realise that the younger man was looking directly at him as a person rather than simply a body to be stared at, his eyes meeting the blonde’s briefly before Dave had to look away. Karl had also noticed, and was grinning even further.

” Sweet,” he commented. “ Now, you staying or going? Because I’ve only got…,” he swiftly worked it out. “seventeen hours with him.” Karl winked. David rolled his eyes and moved to sit in one of the chairs.

“ Knowing you, sixteen of that will be mostly talk,” he commented dryly.

” And knowing you, the whole lot would be you wishing and not bloody well doing anything,” Karl got back to work, his hands returning to Sean. “ See? You’re getting Sean here all bored. Can’t have that,”

Sean gritted his teeth as hands wandered all over him, before gently stroking the older man’s unenthusiastic cock. By the slow deliberate movements it was obviously more to make Dave uncomfortable rather than encourage Sean into any further sexual arousal. Thankfully his penis was behaving itself, in keeping with Sean’s stubborn determination not to give Karl any satisfaction of seeing him undone.

From what Sean could see, and that was limited due to not moving his head, Dave seemed completely unruffled, with a distinct seen-it-all-before expression. Which was entirely odd for the self-proclaimed straight man to be. Obviously someone had been creatively exaggerating in their sexual claims.

Karl had also picked up on this and had moved away from Sean. Sean’s moment of relief was short lasting as the younger man casually undid his jeans and stood directly in front of him.

“ Lets see how well Vig trained your tongue,” Karl’s eyes rested on him, challenging. “ Suck me off,”

And bloody hell, had he been here before. David shifted in the corner of his vision again, but there was a distinct lack of protest from that quarter. And what on earth else was he expecting? A rousing game of chess?

His stomach feeling extremely uncomfortable, Sean slowly dropped to his knees and tried to focus on his happy place. The happy place was definitely not ten centimetres in front of him. Calming his breathing, Sean finally began the order. Thankfully, once he got going it was very easy to forget exactly what he was doing. Karl’s hand was on his head, but it was so easy to believe that this was Viggo in front of him, Viggo filling his mouth, Viggo’s groans of pleasure.

Sean speeded up, lost in the fantasy, his tongue teasing and licking, his mouth milking Karl’s length, sucking hard, trying to get the younger man towards his release as soon as humanly possible. Suddenly Sean found a damn good benefit of premature ejaculation, although Karl was obviously not going to be obliging enough to suffer from this problem. Sean could feel the hand tighten its grip as its owner began to thrust faster into Sean’s mouth, beginning to fuck his throat.

And this was beginning to become difficult; both Orli and Vig allowed the worker to set the pace, speed and depth, ordinarily because there was much more to come. Sean tried to relax a little further, angling his head to allow himself to cope with Karl’s demands, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Karl’s hand in his hair was also becoming painful through the younger man’s mounting excitement.

It was almost a relief when salty liquid filled his mouth, although this was certainly fleeting. Almost spitting it out before finally swallowing the damn stuff, Sean raised his head slowly as Karl released him. The gaze, however, was staying firmly on the floor. To see the cocky expression that was no doubt currently on Karl’s face was certainly not desired at this point.

“ You sure I can’t tempt you?” Sean could hear Karl trying to convince David again, although this may have been due to worry about the distinct lack of response from the other man. As Dave had stayed, principles had obviously gone for a metaphorical cigarette in the meantime, but encouragement certainly hadn’t made an appearance either.

The blonde risked a glance up, but Karl’s back hid Dave from view. Wiping the remains of Karl’s seed from his mouth with the back of an arm, Sean watched them warily. A two for one offer was not appealing, although there was the added chance that if David got involved he would be able to control proceedings a little more. Sean had a horrible feeling if Karl was left in charge the promise that he would be able to walk the next morning would be minimal indeed.

Karl pulled off his own top and stared down at Dave, throwing the clothing towards another chair in a manner that would have infuriated Viggo had it been his house. Sean was faced with a somewhat more fetching picture of tight jeans stretched over a firm backside and a muscular back. However, Karl didn’t even come close to Viggo’s sheer power and presence.

And thoughts like that were not going to help. Happy place. Happy place.

Sean shifted himself to sit against one of the chairs, and sighed to himself. Whatever domestics these two were having, he’d much rather get the damn thing over with. Unless of course Karl decided to keep going all night. He was young, fit, and insane enough to do something like that.

“ Sean!” An order aimed itself at him. Sean lifted his head and looked insolently towards Karl, who snapped his fingers. “ Over here.”

Teeth were ground again. Any more of this and his fist was going to meet Mr Urban’s jaw. With a look of thunder, Sean got up and walked over to where Karl had indicated. David took one look at his expression and narrowed his eyes.

“ Okay,” he said slowly. “ If you’re sure, I will have him for half an hour,”

It was hard to tell who was looking more shocked between Karl and Sean. Karl’s grin immediately replaced this.

“ He’s all yours then,”

” To do exactly as I wish?” David’s voice was delicate.

“ Yep,”

” Good.” David looked at Sean. “ Shove some pants on and sit down. You can play chess with me.”

Sean stared at him blankly, before shrugging and relocating his trousers. He pulled them on, watching Karl’s grin lose a little more of its smugness.

“ You have the bloke you’ve been on about for fucking ages in your lap and all you can do is play chess?” Karl hissed towards Dave. Sean turned in time to see David shrug towards Karl, before smiling back at Sean. This was beginning to turn into one of the more surreal days he had had in a long time, and his experience in surreal was certainly large.

The game was set up swiftly and with the minimum of fuss. Sean had time to wonder what sort of person brought a chess board to an orgy, but decided to keep this one to himself, not least because of him being more than aware of Karl lounging in one of the nearby armchairs, watching them with an odd expression on his face. Dave, for the most part, ignored Karl entirely apart from one particularly evil glare he aimed early on.

Finally he sighed, twiddling a bishop in one hand idly.

” I believe that’s the half hour up,” he said reluctantly.

” Forty minutes, actually. God, you two are dull,” came Karl’s voice from the chair. However, Sean’s current host seemed a lot more relaxed in himself, a lazy casual air around him that Sean much preferred to the get up and go personality that faced him before. Sean gave him a cautious look, but wasn’t shifting from his own position until forced to do so.

“ Yeah, well. I’m allowed to be dull if I want to be,” David began to pack away the chess board without looking at either of the other two men in the room. Sean realised with a sinking heart that Karl’s attention was turned back to himself, a predatory expression on his face.

“ Sean,” Sean had never heard his name said so seductively. “ Stand up a minute,”

David’s hand paused on a chess piece. Sean stood up slowly, eying Karl thoughtfully. However, to stand up was hardly the most perverted of orders.

” Good doggie,” Karl obviously thought this was an endearing nickname as Sean could not detect any sarcasm in the younger man’s voice as he wandered over. Trailing his hand over Sean’s shoulder, Karl leaned in to kiss him. And suddenly Sean realised that was really something he was not prepared to do.

“ Don’t tell me you’re shy?” Karl was flabbergasted as Sean turned his head, glaring towards a wall.

“ No.” Sean’s answer was short and blunt. Kissing was far too intimate, too … personal. Karl narrowed his eyes, glanced towards David in question, then looked back.

“ You’d suck on my dick but you won’t kiss me? Is that it?” he asked, incredulously.

Well, put like that… but when did anything make any sense in his life? Sean looked stubborn, or at least increased his initial stubbornness, and resisted the urge to fold his arms. Karl still looked completely baffled, then gave a short laugh.

“ You lot are really fucked up, you know that?” he mused to himself.

” Says the sexual blackmailer,” replied Sean dryly. This apparently struck a nerve. Karl glared at him angrily. There was a sudden reassessment on how wise it was to wind up someone who literally had your arse on the line.

Karl growled, and glanced again at David. Heaven knew what he hoped he would be able to do, thought Sean idly. Dave himself merely looked back at him, offering no assistance whatsoever.

“ You said you would do whatever I wanted,” Karl’s attention was back on Sean, the younger man’s temper beginning to show a little more than Sean was comfortable with. What with Karl’s assumptions on what turned on anyone associated with the ‘sadistic’ Viggo, the thought of what they could end up with was not a heartening one.

Sean shrugged in reply, his eyes steady on the younger man in front. There was a look of assessment that crossed Karl’s face, before he glanced back at David again as though he might possibly have a better understanding of what made Sean tick.

“ Dave. A word, if I may,” Giving Sean another quick look, he stalked out of the room. David sighed pointedly and got up from the chair, smiling lightly at Sean before disappearing after Karl. It was obvious that the stalk didn’t get very far. Sean moved closer to the door as Karl irritably snapped something at David.

“ Well, you’re handling it well I must say,” even through the distance Sean could hear the sarcasm in Dave’s voice. Sean shifted closer to the door, ears straining for each word. Sure enough, there was Karl’s reply.

“ Hey, I’m trying to get him relaxed too you know! Just because the stupid fucker wants to play the martyr doesn’t change anything,” Karl sounded sulky. There was a faint noise of David’s resulting laugh.

“ Relax? Yeah. How about smashing some plates right next to him as well? That’ll really calm his nerves,”

” I’m trying aren’t I?” Definitely a peeved voice.

” Only because he’s going to punch you if you didn’t.”

” Fuck that. I don’t want the bastard to go back bleeding anymore than you do. But he is not getting out of this. Stupid fucking stubborn idiot,” Karl managed to control his swearing.

“ Wonder why that is.” David’s voice was dry. “ And yet you still seem to want to go through with it. Viggo’ll kill you if you hurt him, you know that.”

“ The irony had not escaped me.” Karl’s voice suddenly took on further intensity. “ He is not going to win, Dave.”

“ Fine.” There was a pause which sounded as though David had sighed. “ However, you don’t have to rush it. Be patient. Give him time. Stop forcing your cock down his throat.”

“ Okay then. You do it.”

Sean had to moved closer again as there was a long pause, checking that their voices just hadn’t dropped a key. But no, there was Dave again, although more hesitant.

“ What?”

“ You do it. You get him ready.” There was another noticeable pause, followed by a groan from Karl. “ Oh, for Chrissakes, don’t tell me you’re still on your moral crusade are you? He’s there. For fuck sake take the opportunity.”

Sean crept closer as David’s voice tested the limits of his hearing.

“ I told you before. I am not benefiting from this situation.” It was low but steady.

“ Fine. Then he goes home bleeding if I can’t get him sweetness and light.” The firmness in Karl’s voice spoke volumes on how seriously Karl took this statement. Sean tried to hear Dave’s answer, but at the sounds of movement he hurried back to a chair, sitting carefully and watching as they finally made their way back into the room. Karl studied him with calculated aloofness, whereas David was …

Well, it was difficult to say what David was. His expression was casual. His movements spoke of nerves bouncing around in the background.

“ Sean,” his voice was soft and warm, with no trace of the strict discipline that Karl seemed to sound of. “ Come lie on the sofa.”

The blonde glanced from Karl to Dave then back again, and slowly got up. His eyes flickered back cautiously at the two, before visibly relaxing as Karl settled himself in a nearby chair, obviously intending to watch rather than join in. Or possibly direct. Karl the porn director was certainly not bordering on the impossible in anyone’s reality. Sean shifted himself to sit on the sofa, then grudgingly allowed himself to be gently pushed into lying on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms. Thank the lord for Karl and his fondness for ridiculously long sofas.

He felt rather than saw David move onto the sofa, then felt the weight sit on his lower thighs as Dave straddled him. Sean deliberately flinched as Dave put his hand on the small of the blonde’s back, hoping to milk a little of this sentimentality and guilt.

However, Dave was apparently refusing to bend to this little game.

“ Oh, stop it. I’m well aware of your particular tastes,” the younger man murmured. Sean flushed slightly, and desisted the flinching, although he couldn’t stop his muscles clenching at the feel of the younger man’s hands on his shoulders. There was a thoughtful noise from behind him as though David found it all quite fascinating, then the fingers began to move, carefully and skilfully massaging the muscles that currently could have been classified as harder than the average mountain at this point in time.

When the hands failed to drift downwards immediately, Sean relaxed slightly more. After a further two minutes, relaxation increased its production rate yet again, Dave’s hands incredible against his skin. His muscles were loosening, he could feel it work throughout, having completely forgotten how tense he was. Orlando’s bow string would have been put to shame. Forgotten nerves were also tingling at the delicious sensation. Sean had a growing desire to make a sleepy noise of satisfaction, like a cat in front of a fire with a loving mistress on hand for kitty treats and petting. However, that was probably a very bad idea with the Big Bad Karl nearby.

A further five minutes and Sean was definitely feeling slightly better about life. Dave had managed to un-knot the muscles near the base of his neck and his shoulders, and was carefully working his way down Sean’s back slowly, making sure every centimetre was covered. Sean felt his eyes drifting closed, floating on the feeling of sensations.

” I said relaxed, not asleep,” Karl’s voice drifted over to them.

” You say a lot of things,” Dave was completely unruffled by this interruption and simply carried on as he was. Sean opened an eye to study the man in the chair, then shut it again in contentment. David’s movements were completely unhurried, as though his only thought was to ensure that Sean’s body was given the best workout it could.

However, there was only so long that Karl could go without interrupting.

“ What are you doing, checking for bruises?” there was a snort of amusement. “ Surprisingly few aren’t there! Obviously Viggo’s managed to control himself.”

“ Or has taken my advice,” murmured David in a low voice, and patted Sean’s shoulder as the man tensed in surprise at that little sentence. Sean tensed again as Karl got up from his chair, wandering over to them. The blonde suddenly felt extremely trapped, David’s weight still against his lower body, a difficult thing to get away from. There was a soothing noise from the man in question who rubbed his shoulders a little more. Watching Karl suspiciously, Sean settled down again.

” I didn’t know you knew all this stuff,” Karl watched Dave’s hands work for a few minutes more.

” Why would you?” Dave asked idly.

“ Thanks.” The reply was gruff. There was another long silence as Karl simply watched him work.

” Need a hand?” he queried after a while. David considered this, and absent-mindedly kneaded Sean’s shoulders a little harder as the blonde tensed.

” You can fetch the oil. Next room. Top of table.”

“ It’s not going to stink the place out with flowers is it?” Karl’s voice was deeply suspicious. Dave gave an amused chuckle.

” No.” he confirmed. “ I’m not entirely sure Sean would suit a strong flowery scent.”

Karl vanished in search of oil bottles. David’s hands continued on their journey of exploration, although having worked their way some way down Sean’s back already. Thumbs kneaded in the small of his back, David’s hands occasionally brushing the rise of Sean’s backside as they worked.

“ Thanks,” A hand moved as Karl returned, brandishing bottles. The lid was popped. Sean’s muscles were treated to slippery goodness as Dave stepped up the massage. Even Karl’s presence just beside David wasn’t quite enough to keep Sean’s attention on them.

However, the feel of David’s body leaning over him suddenly woke his attention up. Having shifted his body weight to be able to reach, Dave softly kissed Sean’s neck and shoulders, Sean shivering slightly at the light touch.

“ I thought you weren’t going to do anything….?” he murmured back at David, who paused then continued his gentle attack, his hands still stroking and smoothing Sean’s body even as he kissed him. A few soft words of comfort were murmured into Sean’s ear as the blonde tensed at the touch of hands on his hips. David slid slightly to one side of Sean, allowing himself more space to work.

The flush of warmth to Sean’s face certainly didn’t improve his nervousness or, indeed, his guilt. His groin had already begun to react to the pleasant and undemanding caresses of his partner, and that area of his body was never one to start obeying orders, or, indeed, even have the same opinions. The older man desperately tried to stamp down on anything, loathed to give any sort of satisfaction to Karl, but obviously certainly parts of the body were ignoring him. In fact, the harder he tried the harder he got. It was bloody unfair.

“ Good boy,” Dave murmured. Sean almost froze in his uncomfortable shifting, reminded painfully of Viggo, and automatically attempted to move away from the younger man at his side. However David was wise to his mistake almost immediately, blocking Sean’s exit. Karl, who had also noticed something was wrong, stepped forward but the moment had passed. Slumping in defeat, Sean buried his face in his arms and simply waited for him to continue. It was Viggo, he told himself, Viggo’s hands on his body, Viggo’s words in his ear. Okay, so they were more gentle than Viggo normally bothered with, and Viggo certainly would have gone for something a little more sexual a little sooner, but .. well….

Sean jumped again as David’s hand cautiously ran itself along the cleft of his buttocks, as though testing the waters. The older man tried to control his breathing which had gone a little astray in the meantime. He forced himself to stay still as David explored further, although couldn’t stop a flinch as a finger stroked gently across his entrance. The younger man immediately turned his attention back to massaging, although certainly the areas had turned a little more intimate. Attention was turned to hips and thighs, a pause as a little more liquid was introduced to the equation. Any more oil and Sean believed he was going to be oven ready.

After another minute or so, David leant to Sean’s ear again, his body moving over him slightly.

“ Raise your hips,” he whispered.

There was another flicker of disobedience but this was swiftly stamped down. Sean obeyed without a word, biting his lip to stop a gasp as David moved his hands under Sean’s body and stroked his semi-hard cock gently. Nothing was going to make him make any noises of pleasure whilst Karl was in the room. Not a groan, not a gasp, not a moan.

Dave was not helping this mode of thought. Sean’s lip was already firmly bitten within the first few seconds. He could feel the solid length of Dave’s own erection pressed up against him, proving the young man’s interest in him and proving exactly how much people had been lying to him.

Karl was all but forgotten as the gentle caresses became even more demanding. Things were going to have to be reassessed with regards to practicality, especially his poor lip which was likely to be bitten through at this rate. Failing to entirely control the tremble that was currently possessing his body, Sean focused suddenly on Dave’s hand as it moved its attention elsewhere.

A finger flickered over him again before carefully inserting inside him. Sean reacted as though he had been branded with a hot poker, although Dave had already considered the likely response and simply put more of his weight on him until Sean had settled down a little more. With another murmur of comfort, David started to explore with all the care and attention that archaeologists gave to fragile ancient artefacts. The oddness began to die down again. Sean’s groin began making itself known as a problem yet again.

Sean managed to control himself as a further finger was slipped into him. He could hear a little moan of appreciation to his side from Karl, who was obviously enjoying the show. However, Dave’s actions were becoming a little more important in Sean’s personal world than the presence of Karl, and that was certainly not something Sean had imagined was going to happen. The older man shifted against the sofa, trying to ease a little of the frustrations in his groin to a bearable agony.

This was not arousing this was not arousing this was not arousing HOLY FUCK-

Even a full gag and bondage gear outfit would not have been able to stop the gasp coming from Sean’s mouth as David expertly flickered a finger. Sean could almost feel the smile already. The finger flickered again over the bundle of nerves inside his target, causing another cry to issue from the blonde. Sean desperately tried to keep hold of his personal willpower with both hands. Thankfully David had moved on from tormenting his prostate and was now simply fucking him with three fingers easily. A little too easily. Sean stiffened at the thought of what that might lead to, causing David to slow down again as muscles fought him even harder than they had before. There was a thoughtful noise from Dave.

Sean jumped as more oil was poured on him, this time straight from the bottle. A particularly cold bottle at that. He pressed his forehead to his arms as he felt David move from his position on the sofa, leaving him briefly alone.

“ You’re not going to-“ Karl murmured but David cut him off straight away with a firm answer.

“ No.”

The sofa dipped. Sean controlled his breathing, all of Dave’s fancy relaxing techniques having been reduced in a matter of seconds. He could feel himself trembling with tension. At Karl’s touch on the small of his back, Sean shut his eyes and tried to put further happy thoughts in his mind. The happy thoughts were not even remotely important as Karl slid his own finger into him, meeting the automatic resistance.

“ You sure he’s relaxed enough?” came Karl’s murmur towards David, surprising Sean slightly. He hadn’t realised that Karl would care, although how much of that concern resulted from Viggo’s probable response if Karl didn’t consider the possible injuries Sean didn’t want to say. There was a snort from Dave.

“ He’s as relaxed as he’s going to be,”

Apparently this was good enough for Karl. The man lay in a very similar position to David, his hands everywhere, smoothing, stroking. Warm skin pressed hard against Sean’s body, the substantial length of his erection firm against Sean. Karl’s lips were on his neck and shoulders in the same way as Dave had, gently nibbling and kissing off no doubt large amounts of oil. Sean didn’t make a peep, not even when Karl slid two fingers into him.

“ Stubborn bastard,” grumbled Karl, whose fingers had not gone in as smoothly as no doubt he would have hoped. Sean gritted his teeth as he felt the younger man line himself up, hands moving to grip his hips and pull him into a position where he could push in easily. Sean bit his already suffering lip hard as Karl forced himself through Sean’s defences, the younger man sighing in pleasure as he did so.

“ God, he’s tight,” Karl had obviously worked out that Sean was not going to respond verbally to him at all, and was aiming his comment towards David. Sean hissed in pain as the younger man pulled out again, slowing his movements dramatically at the noise.

Obviously having considered himself to have left enough time for Sean to get over it, Karl thrust back inside a little faster. Sean breathed deeply and told himself to relax. Just relax. It wasn’t as though he was completely inexperienced at having to do this. Karl began to speed up even further, his breathing already fast and uneven. Sean lay underneath him, stubbornly doing as little as possible, until this plan was completely smashed as suddenly another sharp explosion occurred inside him as Karl got the angle just so, his hand creeping around to stroke the older man’s erection at the same time, Sean’s hips already being slightly raised to get some of the discomfort out of the thrusts.

Hating himself for crying out, Sean’s breathing was soon as fast as Karl’s. The sofa was likely to have holes in it considering how hard he was gripping the material, his eyes firmly shut as he felt the man move inside him. However, there was a light at the end of a particularly long and unpleasant tunnel; after some time there was a hitch in Karl’s breathing, suggesting that the younger man might be nearer his completion than Sean had realised. Karl’s hand had also started to speed up, causing more conflict to occur to Sean’s lip as the older man struggled to keep himself under control, to keep the moans and cries inside where they belonged.

Shit! Sean growled to himself, then gasped as Karl managed to strike the perfect spot yet again, causing him to finally reach his peak and come hard over Karl’s hand. The younger man cried out as Sean’s clenching muscles gripped him even tighter than before; Sean could feel the man shudder in his release, Karl flopping against him before working out how his muscles moved and withdrawing carefully. Sean simply lay against the sofa panting, his body having felt like it had gone through three marathons in one five minute session.

He didn’t have the energy to move away as Karl rested his hand on Sean’s backside, patting him, although vowed to bite if the hand got anywhere near his mouth. He also didn’t seem to have the willpower to look up. The blackness of the sofa was a suitable shield at this point that he wasn’t about to give up for anyone.

There was a long pause.

“ Is he okay?” he heard Karl murmur in the background, obviously a little disturbed about Sean’s lack of movement.

“ He’s breathing, at least,” David’s voice was back to pointed. Sean felt a hand on his hair. “ Sean?”

“ He enjoyed it! I know he did!” protested Karl in a low and unmistakably worried voice. “ I’ve got his come all over my hand, for Chrissake!”

Sean finally seized hold of his willpower and determination, managing to move his head. Dave’s hand retreated slightly, then was back, stroking him like a pet dog in what was unmistakably a soothing manner. Sean glanced up at David, then gave a sidelong look towards Karl who was indeed looking a little more uncomfortable than normal. Sliding himself around to sit, Sean stretched slightly, and glanced at David who had sat himself at the corner of the sofa watching him carefully.

“ You look like I’m about to die,” he commented. Dave shrugged. Karl relaxed at the sound of Sean’s voice which, although slightly shaky, was not completely distressed.

“ Actually, you look like you’re about to die,” David replied. “ But at least you’re moving and talking, which is a bonus.”

“ Yeah. Great.” Sean absent-mindedly scratched his head and finally looked back at Karl who was watching him with an unreadable expression. “ So, I assume you have something else you want me to do,” he said without much enthusiasm. Having to look at him was more of a struggle than he had previously planned. For Gods sake, how dare his body enjoy that? He could still feel the trembling through his body, his breathing still not entirely back to normal. His groin was full of happy and satisfied relief.

He sensed Dave looking at Karl without needing to glance in his direction. There was a noise of indecision from Karl.

“ I think you could do with a break,” there was a hint of a smile here in the younger man’s voice. “ You’re not as young as you used to be, after all,”

“ Thanks,” Sean kept his eyes fixed away from him. Out of the corner of his eye Sean was aware of Karl glancing towards Dave as though for inspiration.

“ You sure you don’t want that drink now?” Karl offered towards Sean again, trying to keep his tone casual. Sean considered this. He had a nasty idea what would happen with alcohol on his stomach, but then .. oh what the hell.

“ Sure. Why not,”

There was an obvious show of relief on Karl’s face as though acceptance of alcohol was likely to cure all of their difficulties.

” Great!” The young man disappeared swiftly in search of liquid refreshment of the naughty type. At Karl’s disappearance Sean was suddenly more aware of Dave at his side. He knew damn well an enquiring expression was being aimed at him, not to mention suddenly his pair of boxers held out to him as though a flag of truce.

“ You okay?” Dave asked quietly as Sean accepted the boxers and slipped them on. Sean snorted laughter as he settled himself back down.

” I’m not sure what you want me to say to that,” his voice was clipped, hurt. Dave sighed.

” Yeah. I know.”

Sean glared at him, his full focus suddenly so hard on the younger man next to him that David flinched. “ I sincerely hope not, otherwise you’re no more innocent than Karl,” he growled, his green eyes scanning Dave’s. “ If you just sat there and did nothing whilst knowing damn well…,” Sean broke off and shook his head, glaring towards the door. “ You might as well have just taken me like he did.”

There was silence from the man beside him. Sean looked up as Karl walked back through the door with a bottle of spirits and some glasses, handing Sean a remarkably full one. A frown briefly appeared on Karl’s face as he assessed Dave.

“ Everything okay?” he asked cautiously. Sean bit back a retort and simply nodded.

” Yeah.” He knocked back the drink in two gulps, and had the satisfaction of Karl’s open mouthed expression at the speed the drink vanished at. Karl shook his head ruefully.

“ That was bloody quick,” he remarked. “ Here, you might as well have this,”

Sean took the bottle and gave a quick glance to the label before refilling his glass. He didn’t want to look towards David, who was still being as silent as a church mouse beside him. Karl gave a chuckle, his eyes resting thoughtfully on the bottle.

“ What, Viggo doesn’t allow you to drink or something?” he enquired. Sean shot him a filthy look for dragging his lover into the conversation and took another mouthful of alcohol. The strong liquor burnt the back of his mouth briefly and caused the open cuts on his lips to sting painfully.

“ Would you mind keeping Viggo out of this?” His voice was polite, even respectful. However, there was no mistaking the daggers inserted in his words. Karl raised an eyebrow insolently.

“ Why? He’s the reason you’re here, isn’t he?”

Sean almost ground his teeth. “ No.” he growled. “ You are. I hope it was worth the effort,”

To the side of him he was aware that David had stood from the sofa, the sudden movement of the seat underneath him indicating a shift in weight. He glanced towards him briefly but Dave’s naked back was turned to him as the younger man put some distance between them. Jeans still hung to his hips, as though acting as a shield. Sean’s eyes slid back to Karl who was watching him thoughtfully.

“ We’ll see how worth it it truly was soon.” he murmured. Sean was aware of his eyes back on his body and thanked Dave privately for passing him his boxers so he didn’t feel quite so much like a slab of beef.

“ What?” he snapped. Karl looked slightly startled at the minor explosion, and shook his head lazily, recovering swiftly.

” Oh nothing. Just was expecting more damage, that’s all,” His eyes met Sean’s. The blonde frowned, not understanding.

“ Damage?” he echoed. “ From what, exactly?”

Karl chuckled to himself. “ I know Vig’s bad, but I wouldn’t say he counted as a ‘what’ yet,”

The glare that Sean aimed at him was truly impressive. “ Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he muttered angrily to himself. Karl watched his anger in interest, before leaning forward and running his tongue over his lips before carefully speaking.

“ So he doesn’t beat you then?” such a soft voice. Sean stared at him coldly.

” No. He fucking doesn’t.”

“ I see.” Karl leant back again, his eyes fixed on Sean. A smile still lingered on his lips, but the gaze was almost troubled. “ That’s not what I heard. I heard you got special treatment when you didn’t do as he wanted,”

The intensity of Sean’s glare tripled. “ That’s absolute shite,” he snapped.

The look of innocent surprise on Karl’s face was carefully performed. The younger man paused before speaking, his eyes steady on Sean’s.

“ I know Orli has an imagination on him, but that’s going a little too far even for him, wouldn’t you say?” Karl asked softly. Sean felt sick.

” Orlando?” he repeated shakily. Suddenly he couldn’t face looking at the concerned expression in front of him, Karl moving to pat him on the arm then thinking better of it. The younger man nodded.

” Orli,” he confirmed softly. “ I know what Vig’s put you through, Sean.” Dark eyes probed his own, searching for some type of emotion other than the sheer anger that was so clearly visible. “ You could get away if you wanted to. We’d help you, wouldn’t we Dave?”

There was no answer from the man near the door. Karl glanced towards him in surprise, then looked back at Sean who was chuckling to himself.

“ I’m sorry,” the blonde looked at him. “ You blackmail me here, force me to sleep with you and then you have the nerve to say that *Viggo* is the unstable one?” He chuckled again. Karl’s gaze darkened dramatically.

“ Forced is a little strong,” he replied, eying him. Sean paused mid-chuckle to stare at him incredulously.

“ It bloody well isn’t!” he protested, enjoying the look of discomfort that crossed Karl’s face as a result. He leant forward himself, green eyes flashing, voice dipped low and almost conversational. “ You know damn well I wouldn’t be here had it not been for your theft and blackmail,”

” And yet you did not blow my cover. You did not inform the proper authorities. And what does that say about your guilt for the relationship, *if* I might call it that?”

“ You want me to put my lover’s safety and reputation on the line?” replied Sean softly. “ It isn’t happening.”

“ Bless.” Karl’s eyes were like daggers on his own. “ The sooner you get out of that abusive relationship the better, Sean. I didn’t see Viggo protest about your honour and safety when we were hammering out negotiations, did you?”

“ Viggo hated this as much as I did,” snapped back Sean. Karl nodded thoughtfully.

“ And yet you are still here.” His voice was low, even, pleasant even. However, Sean hesitated as though he had been struck. He took another mouthful of alcohol, unwilling to let his hesitation show on his face, and busied himself pouring another drink. When he had looked back Karl’s expression had softened again, as though the man had realised he had gone a little far. Sean raised an eyebrow.

“ Oh no. Don’t you dare.” He waved the bottle in his direction angrily. “ Don’t you dare bring me here to get fucked by you then play the sympathy card. Keep out of my relationships. Period.”

“ You really objected to being fucked?” queried Karl lightly, using Sean’s own terms.

“ It wasn’t a cheering game of tennis,” replied Sean, much more calmly than he had believed possible. He could feel the welcome race of alcohol hitting his bloodstream, allowing previously untapped stores of bravery and calmness to be used. No longer did his urge to smash Karl’s teeth in take up most of his consciousness, although it was certainly happy as a significant feature.

Sympathy had been replaced on Karl’s face by a wary anger, which was clearly under tight control. Sean looked back at him stonily, unwilling to loosen up despite the possible suicidal aspects of his current debate. David moved slightly from his position which both of the men had forgotten about in their rising tempers.

” Passion under duress is no passion at all,” he murmured. Karl shot him a furious look then glared back at Sean.

” Pass me the bottle,” he ordered. Sean passed it without comment, watching as Karl swiftly filled his glass back up.

” You planning to do the same to Orlando?” Sean asked suddenly. “ Screw him over like you did me? I thought you cared about him, for chrissakes,”

“ I do!” there was no mistaking the anger in that voice. However, Sean had stared down Viggo in a full blown rage. Compared to him, Karl was still a beginner.

“ Yeah, really looks that way,” Steady green eyes looked at him in disgust. “ He’s been going around in a daze since he found out about your betrayal.”

Karl’s expression was suddenly expressionless. He looked down at his glass, idly swilling the liquid around. “ I didn’t betray him. I’m doing it for him. His best interests. I doubt whether you could even comprehend what I’m doing.”

He was right. Sean stared at him incredulously. “ You’re going to rape him for his best interests?” he said slowly. Karl was out of his chair in a flash, his fist inches away from Sean’s equally angry face. The fist trembled slightly, then dropped as Dave approached him cautiously from the side. However, Karl’s dark almost black glare still aimed itself at Sean.

“ You say that again,” growled the younger man in a low serious voice. “ and I swear I’ll beat you so bad that Viggo’s strangulation attempts will look like a pleasant memory,”

Sean stared at him, frozen by Karl’s knowledge. God, how much did Orlando tell him? Swallowing slightly, he leaned back in his chair. Karl’s glare followed him.

“ Okay,” Sean’s voice was suddenly tired. “ If you’re not going to do that, swear it. Promise me you won’t touch him.”

This was clearly not a favoured suggestion. Indecision was written all over Karl’s face, but at least it wasn’t disregard straight away. Karl finally found his voice after a moments pause.

“ Well…,”

Sean leaned forward, his voice lowered. “ If you mean what you say, you shouldn’t need to touch him.”

“ Just having him here would cause enough distress to Viggo without any possibility of harm,” murmured Dave, who had clearly not worked out whose side he was on. Sean nodded at this interruption, his eyes fixed on Karl who was looking slightly sulky.

“ Please, Karl. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let him spend a boring night here watching television or something.”

The younger man looked at him for a moment, then glanced at Dave. Karl shrugged slightly, and leant back in his chair. His annoyance had not entirely been wiped off his face, but a good amount of it had been covered by a neutral expression. Sean felt the stirrings of hope.

” Fine.” The word was short but so incredibly sweet. The acceptance was so sudden the older man wasn’t entirely sure he heard it correctly.

“ Yeah?” Sean’s suspicion was obviously, as was his blatant attempts to cover it. Karl smiled ruefully to himself.

” Yeah. I won’t touch him,” Dark eyes rested on Sean scornfully. “ Not even if he begs me,” he added softly.

The sincerity managed to get past the Sean scrutiny test. Feeling the relief wash over him, Sean settled back in his own chair and drained the rest of the drink. His eyes resting thoughtfully on the half empty bottle, he raised an eyebrow.

“ Well, then?” he asked expectantly. This apparently managed to completely confuse Karl, who simply stared back at him.

” Well then what?”

Sean leaned over and borrowed the bottle again. He was about to pour it into the glass when finally impatience managed to win and he simply took a mouthful from the bottle. Karl raised his own eyebrow at that little performance.

” Or shouldn’t I ask?” Karl added dryly. Sean smiled at him for the first time that evening. The sheer shock of this managed to raise Karl’s other eyebrow.

“ You keep your word, I’ll keep mine. Where do you want me?”

It took a few moments for the suggestion to trickle through to Karl’s mind. He stared at the blonde, trying to grasp the willingness. At Dave’s sidle towards him and subsequent whisper in Karl’s ear, Sean wasn’t entirely sure whether it was being spelt out to him. Karl nodded and murmured something back. Sean watched this little encounter with mild curiosity and more than a few mouthfuls of whiskey. He could feel the fires of bravery race through his veins already, having eaten very little before coming to the house.

David straightened, and gave him a nod.

” See you about,” he said casually towards Sean, and made for the door. Sean stared after him, having assumed Dave was part of the scenery for the rest of the evening.

” He’s not…?” he glanced towards Karl in confusion. Karl shook his head.

“ Don’t ask. It’s easiest not to,” he replied, managing to reclaim the bottle from Sean’s hand with the minimum of fuss. He groaned, and wiped his hand on the chair arm in an exaggerated movement. “ Great. You’ve made it sticky.”

“ You won’t believe how often that’s said to me,” Sean shrugged. They stared at each other. Finally Sean stared grinning, Karl laughing to himself.

” Right.” The gleam was back in Karl’s eyes. “ Upstairs you. And don’t spare the horses,”

The horses, indeed, were not spared in the slightest.

TBC