Smack the Dog

FIC: Smack the Dog 22: Cold Sweat
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Viggo/Sean/Orlando
Summary: Viggo has a request.
Warnings: Rape

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There was a phrase that was often associated with battles in which the waiting was seen to be the worst part of the whole damn thing. After being clobbered a couple of times around the head and body, Sean had a sneaking belief that it was actually being stabbed or shot through the chest which would be the worst part of the battle, but after Orlando had left to see Karl he had a suspicion he knew exactly what they meant.

Time seemed to have slowed down dramatically in the Viggo household, if not stopped altogether. Sean couldn’t focus on his book or even the television that was faintly talking the background. His concentration was so ruined that he probably couldn’t even read a humourous fridge magnet under his nose.

Viggo was also scaring him. Well, this was nothing new. On occasion he was sure Viggo attempted to scare him once a day to make sure that he never overlooked him or started becoming complacent. However, this was a whole new level of fright, made worse by the fact Sean knew damn well he couldn’t help him. It was one thing to fight your battles yourself. It was quite another thing to try and fight someone else’s battles, especially if they did not want your assistance.

Having allowed Sean the chair, Viggo was simply sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the television in a manner that suggested that he was either completely enthralled or not focusing on it at all. A nature programme played on, occasionally flickering Viggo with light in the darkened room. The only other light source was the lamp next to Sean’s elbow which was assisting with reading. Or not as the case may be.

Sean watched Viggo for a few more minutes, his book completely abandoned as a possibility but still open as an excuse. However, Viggo did not seem to either notice or care. It was like someone had switched off the part that made the older man human.

“ Viggo?” Sean asked softly. Nothing. Not even a turn of the head, a slide of the eyes.

Hmmmph.

“ Vig?” Slightly louder this time. Sean was pondering whether to find something to throw at him when Viggo sighed lightly and glanced at him, as though recognising the fact that there was another person in the room. Sean’s heart sank slightly further, which must have shown on his face as Viggo smiled lazily and directly at him.

Sean wasn’t entirely sure how to take that. Viggo and randomly smiling were not commonly linked.

“ What, Sean?”

“ You okay?” Sean knew as he said it that this was possibly the most ridiculous thing he could have said. Of course he wasn’t okay. It was like asking a half drowned man whether he would like a glass of water. However, if Viggo minded being asked a silly question he wasn’t about to start letting on.

“ Yeah. I guess.”

And holy shit Viggo was answering. Not grunting. Not staring at him in a manner that spoke of accusations. But actually answering. Sean’s book almost fell onto the floor. Sean swallowed and considered his options.

“ You want to talk?” Sean’s words were hesitant. Viggo gave a soft laugh.

” Talk? Talk about what, Sean?” his eyes had turned back to the television. “ The weather? Politics? Fashion?”

“ You just don’t seem yourself, that’s all.” If this had been any normal day, Sean knew he would have been asking for trouble, if not a new and improved ‘lesson’. However, today was turning into a day to remember for the rest of your life. Possibly in the deep darkness of a nightmare.

“ My apologies,” drawled Viggo.

“ Viggo, I don’t want your apologies.” Sean stared at him, putting his book down on the table, unable to stop the anger from creeping into his voice. “I want you to talk to me. I want the Viggo I used to know back.”

Viggo slid his eyes to survey him again. Sean hesitated. There was almost detachment in those eyes, coolness to an unbearable degree. Sean resisted the urge to shiver and instead put on his best puppy-dog look. This seemed to work. The coolness thawed slightly. Viggo sighed and stretched lightly as though a cat moving from a cosy position from a fire in search of milk.

“ Fine. Come on then.” The command was spoken in the mildest of tones. In fact, a tone that Sean hadn’t really thought Viggo possessed.

“ Come on?” Sean echoed uncertainly. Viggo switched off the television and stood, closing the few steps between them and yanking up Sean by an arm. The blonde managed to stumble to his feet, looking at Viggo with wider than usual eyes.

Viggo simply looked back at him, a faint smile on his lips. Sean wasn’t entirely sure how friendly it was either, but he had a suspicion that might simply be his self-preservation reactions kicking in again.

“ Fancy a walk?” The older man seemed determined to keep him off guard. Sean stared at him, then stared towards the window as though he could possibly see through the curtains to the darkness he knew was out there.

“ A walk? It’s ten o’clock at night, Vig!”

The news of the time did nothing to ruffle Viggo’s temperament. “ Is that a yes or a no, Sean? Because I need to do something,” There was a brief flash in Viggo’s eyes. “Anything.”

Sean hesitated. How bad could a walk get? Depending, of course, exactly where they were walking to.. Sean had a horrible feeling they were going to go on route to Karl’s place and simply take Orlando back by force, A-Team style. The indecision was obviously clear in his eyes as Viggo smiled ruefully and shook his head.

“ Thought you were supposed to be trusting me nowadays?” he asked shortly, and turned to walk out of the room. Sean caught hold of his arm automatically, and then dropped it as though it was red hot. Physically restraining Viggo wasn’t happening unless something really bad occurred, and Sean could wait for that.

“ I do trust you, I’m just not… well, I’m not in the mood for a walk,” Yep, that sounded poor even to him, but at least he had tried. Viggo studied him thoughtfully and shrugged as though it was the least of his concerns. Which, Sean supposed, it probably should be.

“ I suppose we could walk around the block for a bit,” Sean allowed, dreading the words even before they came from his mouth. Viggo smiled and patted Sean’s arm.

“ It’s okay, Sean. We’ll stay here. You can relax now,” he shook his head and headed out the door anyway. Sean knew that he would follow, and he knew damn well that Viggo would know he would follow as well. Sighing inwardly, the blonde trailed after him, praying that he was simply going to the kitchen.

He wasn’t. Damn, blast and bugger.

“ You are allowed to stay in the living room, Sean,” Viggo’s voice was soft, although there was no hint of the usual sarcasm in his words. Sean nodded and simply followed him into the bedroom anyway, sitting down on the bed as Viggo closed the door after them and began to take off his boots.

“ Vig-“ Sean began a little wretchedly before Viggo held up a hand to silence him. Sean obeyed the hand signals automatically.

“ Sean, if your next question is something along the lines of how I’m feeling, please don’t. I don’t want to think about how I feel, otherwise I might then feel encouraged to act it out. And I understand you and Orlando would really prefer if I didn’t. Am I correct in this assessment?”

Sean had to agree that he was. Viggo nodded.

“ Equally, I don’t think I should be the focus at the moment. The question that should really be asked is how you are feeling,”

” Me?” Sean was slightly taken aback.

” You.” Viggo had finished removing shoes and socks from his feet and was looking at him steadily. “ Last night.”

“ Oh, that.” Sean was hoping not to have to think about it either. He cursed himself for taking off his shoes previously, foiling himself to have a suitable thing to focus on and not have to look at Viggo. The older man had forgone studying Sean and was currently stripping himself of his clothing.

” Yes, that. You can’t bottle it up, Sean.” Viggo replied as he worked.

” Can bloody well try, Vig,” the words were out of his mouth before he had realised it. Sean slammed his mouth shut and looked guilty. However, apparently general obedience training was on holiday at the moment. Viggo completely ignored him and simply slipped into bed. After a moment’s pause and a hasty strip, Sean did the same.

The clothes that landed in a messy pile were not commented upon. This was getting freakier by the minute.

The light in the room was kindly provided by a lamp on Viggo’s side of the bed, and Sean was glad of the shadows it afforded. Sure, it might be crap for reading, but then Orlando normally protested about reading in bed anyway, preferring to have more acrobatic activities instead. Sean slid closer to Viggo, and relaxed under the older man’s touch as Viggo pulled him closer.

“ If it helps, I’m sure he’ll be fine,” murmured Sean. A hand tightened on Sean’s hip.

” Let’s not speculate, please,” the tone was almost pleasant. Shame about the hint of a growl around the edges.

But a lack of speculation really wasn’t going to happen, Sean knew it. More the point he was well aware Viggo knew it too. Right enough, Viggo sighed lightly and stared up at the ceiling. Sean could almost hear his imagination working full time. And being an artist he had a hell of a lot of imagination to spare.

“ I assume you won’t talk about what happened last night,” Viggo said quietly, obviously choosing to focus on something he might have more of an influence over. Sean shrugged against him.

” Do I get a choice in the matter?” He cursed himself as those words came out. It was far harsher than he had intended. Viggo stiffened slightly against him.

“ Of course you do.” His words were clipped. Sean sighed, and traced a pattern on Viggo’s chest with a finger, thinking.

“ I’d prefer if we just focus on the here and now, if that’s okay?” he asked softly. “ It’s not a big thing what happened last night, and I don’t want to make it such. But if I go into it now, you’re just going to worry. Or worry further,” he amended. Good god, there had been a point where he didn’t think Viggo would worry even if Sean had fallen down a cliff-face. Now it was just .. well, odd.

“ And what is happening here and now?” still the dry clipped tones. Sean swallowed and decided to press his luck. If he was going to die he might as well go out with a bang. Literally.

Sean’s finger turned into his whole hand, the palm sliding over Viggo’s chest and gently down to his stomach, his eyes watching the older man carefully in case lines were being crossed that really shouldn’t be. Viggo was silent, although Sean knew he was alert to Sean’s hesitant caresses. Viggo’s muscles were tense and waiting, as though expecting an alarm at any moment.

“ What would you like?” Sean whispered, and then groaned internally. He was turning into a bad movie script now, as well as a blatant whore. But, well… if he didn’t properly exorcise Karl from his body he was going to go nuts. How sensible sleeping with Viggo was when the older man was stressed and angry was another matter, but Sean had a sneaking suspicion he could deal with it. If Viggo struck out, at least he was getting bruised by his chosen lover and not some bloke who had forced him to be there. Sean knew what he was getting himself into.

Kinda.

There was a faint noise of amusement from Viggo, which at least was a start. Sean pressed himself a little tighter against his lover, his body almost moulding around the older man. Said older man didn’t immediately strike back, which was a good thing. On the other hand, he didn’t do much at all, which was less appealing.

“ You okay with-“ Sean suddenly found his hand seized as Viggo sprung into action, swiftly returning Sean onto back and straddling him. Sean’s wrist was still firmly gripped in one hand although the other wrist still knew freedom. The blonde stared up at him, shocked, wondering exactly which script Viggo was working by. There was a familiar blank look on Viggo’s features, as though the fact that he was pinning another man to the bed had completely passed him by.

“ Sean,” he said and his tone was faintly pleasant. “ Please would you stop asking me whether I’m okay. This is the last time I’ll ask you. Next time I may be forced to emphasise my words,”

“ Sorry,” Sean wasn’t entirely sure what to say not to cause offence. It was impressive how much damage an annoyed Viggo could do to a man’s vocabulary.

The familiar cold grey-blue gaze traced down Sean’s body idly. Sean attempted not to shiver and managed to relax under Viggo’s grip. There was the faintest of frowns that appeared on Viggo’s face at this, as though Sean had managed to confuse his expectations of how this went.

“ So,” drawled Viggo finally. “ I see you have an idea on how to spend the evening, then.”

“ Only if you’re…. er….. ,” Sean searched frantically for a different phrase. “ I mean, yeah, I guess.”

Viggo made another noise of consideration, his eyes drifting over Sean’s body again as though looking for new marks. Which, realised Sean, is exactly what he was doing. Sean frantically tried to remember any marks or any new bruises that might have turned up through the course of last night.

Memory, of course, wasn’t aided by the fact that a large percentage of last night was covered by an alcohol induced fog. He was pretty sure he had managed to bang his thigh into the bedside table at one point. He was almost sure that Karl’s grip had been damn tight through a lot of it. However, the main memory that came rushing to the surface had nothing to do with his own injuries. The memory of Sean’s teeth biting Karl’s shoulder hard enough to leave marks as Sean came inside the younger man was becoming bloody difficult to shift.

Shit. Well, unless Viggo was going to start strip-searching Karl, it was highly unlikely he was going to hear about that little mark. And, even if he had, was he going to start matching dental records? Nah, the only time that it might be dangerous would be the immediate day and night afterwards and the only person anywhere near Karl was-

Sean swore loudly.

Viggo blinked.

“ What?” the older man looked momentarily baffled. Sean couldn’t blame him, really. It wasn’t as though Viggo had even started to do anything different to cause offence.

“ Sorry. I think I left the television on,” Sean improvised. Viggo had the expression of one who wasn’t entirely sure what was going on and disliked this fact immensely. Sean put on a suitable submissive look which, for some unknown reason, seemed to darken the mood even more. Shit. What a time to change the rules!

“ The television,” repeated Viggo slowly.

Sean nodded, unable to speak.

“ Your dedication to saving energy is admirable,” drawled the older man. “ but, in all honesty, I was hoping to have a little more of your attention at this stage. What do I have to do? Chop your hand off?”

“ Uh,” Sean looked a little scared. Okay, more than a little scared. Viggo eyed him thoughtfully, before releasing Sean’s wrist and leaning back slightly. His weight, however, stayed firmly put. A hand traced the muscles in Sean’s neck before moving down and finally leaning across him, chest to chest, although Viggo was careful enough not to put his whole weight on the younger man underneath him. Sean controlled his breathing as best he could, although he could already feel a cold trickle of sweat building.

“ So.” Viggo managed to be chatty without using a suitable tone to do so. “ you had some plans, I believe. Before the television suddenly caused you to call out some naughty words, of course. Further evidence that television causes discord in society there, I feel.”

“ Well, I do have a few suggestions .. but only if you didn’t want to do anything else.” He added hastily. Sean had a feeling he was babbling. Babbling was a bad habit to get into, and this was a definitely bad time to babble in the first place. A babble squared, in fact.

“ Do something else as opposed to what? You have hardly given me suitable information to decide from.” Viggo’s voice was light, his eyes fixed on Sean. Sean swallowed. Oh dear lord, he wasn’t expected to describe it?

“ Well,” Sean tried, and found he couldn’t go any further. Viggo raised an eyebrow.

“ Well?” he lengthened the end of the word deliberately. Sean flushed, something he never tended to do, and shifted uncomfortably. Okay, attempted to shift uncomfortably. A Viggo on your body restricted the amount of shifting you could possibly do at one time, regardless of the situation.

“ I want you to take me.” Sean blurted out.

There. It was out. Okay, a little less on the description and a little more cut to the chase, but at least it wasn’t swearing and it made vague sense. The blatant whore factor was beginning to make itself known again, but sod that.

Viggo’s other eyebrow had raised in the meantime. Sean watched him with nervous apprehension. First rule of Viggo Club. Do not give orders. Second rule of Viggo Club. Do NOT give orders. Third rule of Viggo Club probably involved used socks and where they go after you take them off, but then again Viggo always liked to be different.

“ Do you indeed?” the older man murmured. “ Do I get a say in this?”

“ Well, it is your dick,” Sean attempted some humour. However the audience were not in the mood for a comedy, although with any luck they were after a drama and not a tragedy. Viggo looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments longer, just long enough for the cold bead of sweat to trickle down as much of Sean’s skin as possible before it was absorbed by the sheets. A wet patch in Viggo’s bed took on a whole new meaning.

“ And what would you do if I said I didn’t want to take you?” Viggo’s voice was light.

Sean couldn’t say anything. He felt as though he had been punched in the gut, raw pain mixed with being unable to breath properly. He simply stared up at Viggo as though hoping the older man was going to add something further, eyes wider than even Elijah could manage, before finally having to look away. He knew it. He was soiled. Fucking bloody Karl managed to win after all. Next time he saw him Karl was going to be picking up his own teeth-

“ Sean, kindly look at me whilst we’re having a conversation.”

The blonde dragged his eyes back, although he couldn’t meet Viggo’s. He had to focus on the older man’s chin, knowing only too well how guilty his expression must look.

“ If you want me to go I can-“ Sean began to mumble when Viggo growled at him. It was the type of growl that always made Sean want to hide his more vulnerable areas.

“ I don’t want you to leave, Sean.” Despite having given a growl that a wolverine would have been proud to have produced Viggo’s voice was remarkably patient, although there was a distinct element of weary irritation at the edges. Sean looked at him carefully. Perhaps all he wanted was a good night’s sleep. It had been known to happen. For fuck sake, his little puppy had disappeared off to be petted by some other man. Of course his sex drive was likely to have buggered off for a while.

Sean was too busy berating himself to properly hear Viggo’s next words. The words he heard didn’t make sense. Viggo patiently repeated them.

“ I said,” he replied, and there was an unreadable expression in those blue eyes. “ that what happens if I wanted you to be a little bit more pro-active in the session?”

Sean stared at him for what seemed like years but what was only probably a few seconds or so. He swallowed through a rapidly narrowing throat, and tried not to look like his composure was completely shot. Viggo’s expression had gone back to sheer neutrality.

” When you say pro-active,” said Sean, and he could hear the roughness in his own voice. “ how pro-active do you mean?”

Viggo’s eyes met his calmly, apparently without a hint of nerves. “ I just told you I wouldn’t be taking you. Work it out, Sean.”

Sean had, in fact, done the maths, but however he calculated it the conclusion still came out wrong. It had to be wrong. Viggo did not do the … non pro-active. It was the main part of the rules, for chrissakes. Full stop. End of story. Nothing to see, move it along.

However, Viggo was still watching him. Sean had to say something, if nothing more than a weak uh-huh. The blonde swallowed again through a dry mouth. Acknowledgement. Fine. He could do acknowledgement.

“ Thought you didn’t do that sort of thing?” was what actually came out. Sean could have shot himself. Viggo’s eyes narrowed just slightly, to the extent that Sean wasn’t entirely sure whether they had actually moved or not. However, if they hadn’t, that meant that Viggo had been completely stock-still and that was definitely a Bad Thing.

“ But yeah, if you want,” added Sean hastily. “ That is, if you’re okay-“

He froze, mouth still open in mid-sentence. Viggo’s right eyebrow raised, ever so slightly. Cold sweat started to pool again. Sean had an overwhelming urge to cringe.

“ Sorry,” he mumbled. However, the unauthorised use of the word okay was apparently going to be overlooked. Viggo looked at him a little longer, before leaning forward, hands either side of Sean’s head, Viggo staring steadily down at him. Sean’s supply of cold sweat suddenly increased dramatically.

“ Good boy,” murmured Viggo finally and moved to kiss him. Sean froze slightly at the tongue that slowly ran over his bottom lip before managing to get his head and arse into gear, opening his mouth and allowing Viggo access to plunder his mouth. And plunder Viggo did. Pirates couldn’t have done any better, although they might have had a little bit of a disappointment on the whole gold front.

Having broken the kiss in order to gain much needed oxygen, Viggo rolled to the side, the faintest of smiles flickering in the corner of his mouth. Already panting, Sean moved into a better position, one of his legs sliding in between Viggo’s, his body pressed against the older man’s body, feeling the heat through him. So how much was pro-active supposed to be, anyway?

Deciding to take a risk, Sean attached his mouth to Viggo’s left nipple and sucked hungrily, before kissing his way down Viggo’s chest. The blonde froze as he felt Viggo’s hands move on his back, and then relaxed a little too hard as nails raked across it. He didn’t dare look towards Viggo’s face in case he bottled out completely.

Viggo himself was the usual ball of dedication. Every movement was designed to torment and tease his partner, every shift of the body rubbed against something, every move of the hand tackled another sensitive spot. However, there was a distinct lack of instructions. A DIY sex scene. Sean wasn’t entirely sure he liked the idea of that, but then his mind was taken up by a whole lot of new and interesting sensations.

He groaned lightly as Viggo moved against him, Sean’s length pressed against the firm thigh. He ground his hips against Viggo’s, desperately seeking his lips again and pulling him into an embrace that left them both gasping for air. Sean could feel the tension, the sheer desperation that hung in the air, and had a damn good idea that if things continued as they were a controlled fuck was almost entirely out of the picture.

No, cool down. Calm.

Calm, however, was bloody difficult to reach with Viggo grinding his own body against him, Viggo’s hands seemingly everywhere, pulling Sean so close to him he could hear the older man’s heartbeat, exchanging kisses as though they alone held the key to keeping them together. Sean fought for control automatically, feeling Viggo fight back but with much less firmness than usual. Viggo wanted to be caught. The sheer responsibility suddenly weighed into Sean with a thump. God knows what Viggo had gone through previously to have caused the sexual restrictions, but it can’t have been good and equally was unlikely to be recent.

Sean paused briefly, then was swept along on the tide of desire and lust. Viggo knew what he was doing. He was hardly the type of man who would let his emotional state affect sensible decisions, after all.

At all.

No way.

His eyes closed at the feel of Viggo’s hand on his erection. Bloody hell, did he need this. Sean could feel the tension in his body already, desperate for release, pleading with his mind to find it at whatever cost. Sean managed to batter down his desire with a metaphorical baseball bat and focus a little harder. He slipped downwards, disengaging himself from Viggo’s hand and swiftly taking the older man’s arousal into his mouth without so much as a pause to take a breath.

Viggo’s hand, left without a home, started to play with Sean’s hair as the blonde worked his erection with all the dedication that Viggo normally undertook for his artistic projects. Sean could feel the older man shudder against him as he played his tongue around Viggo’s sensitive spots, then took him as deep into his mouth as he could. There was the faintest of moans from Viggo, the hand tightening in Sean’s hair as Sean sucked and licked along the whole of Viggo’s substantial length, teasing him as best he could.

“ Sean. Stop,” Even at a whisper Viggo’s voice had a distinct Do-not-Dare-Disobey Me factor. Sean obediently stopped, running his tongue up Viggo’s arousal once more before moving regretfully away, his eyes fixed on Viggo. The neutrality was still there. However, just behind it, Sean could already see the demons staring back at him as Viggo obviously struggled with a decision. As soon as Sean had recognised them, the demons had vanished behind Viggo’s shield once again.

“ What do you want me to do?” murmured Sean, one of his hands gently stroking Viggo’s thigh as though it was a small animal. There was a short snort of laughter from Viggo.

“ Stop treating me like some nervous child for a start, Sean. You know what you’re supposed to be doing. Just get on with it.”

Sean paused for a few moments, gathering his own thoughts, before disengaging himself and leaning over to the nightstand where he knew the half used tube of lube still sat innocently. Scooping it into a hand, he immediately moved back, trying to make sure that Viggo wasn’t concentrating too hard on this.

He might as well have not bothered. By Viggo’s expression it was almost bloody clear he had already considered everything and was resigned to the inevitable, a flash of faint amusement in his eye that seemed completely at odds to the situation Sean had imagined it to be. Sean shifted himself back into position, snuggling against Viggo’s body a little harder, his thumb popping the lid on the tube with a click.

“ You’re about to ask me whether I’m sure again aren’t you?” Viggo’s dry voice came to him. Sean hesitated guilty. Well, the thought had occurred. Deciding not to comment, Sean simply engaged his mouth in more pleasurable pursuits than making excuses, flickering his tongue over and in Viggo’s naval. His fingers crept between Viggo’s legs, the older man deliberately opening them wider to allow Sean access, presumably attempting to make a point as well.

Okay. Right. Done this before. Can do it again. Like taking candy from a baby, in a completely unrelated manner.

Sean nuzzled against the flat stomach as he gently ran his finger in the cleft of Viggo’s buttocks, almost expecting the older man to retaliate. However, nothing. A slight tension in Viggo’s muscles but that was it. The blonde paused, and began to panic slightly again. He was going to cock it up, he knew it. It was almost pre-destined.

Obviously his thoughts were not private.

” You going to do anything or am I going to have to give you directions?” there was the glimmer of humour in Viggo’s voice, which at least was preferable to any other emotion, except possibly lust. A nature programme suddenly flickered into Sean’s memory, where the female praying mantis killed her partner directly after mating. Sean had a sneaking suspicion he might know what that male might have felt like in those last moments of its life.

“ Sorry,” Sean mumbled again, which was never good for a romantic setting, and continued again. Very carefully. In fact so carefully he suspected Viggo might die of boredom first, and stepped up the pace a little, gently inserting his finger into him as he continued to kiss and nibble Viggo’s skin as though he had no idea what his finger was up to.

“ Sean,” Viggo’s voice was low, and *there* was the lust and desire in it. Sean almost collapsed in relief. “ you can go a little faster. I’m not that breakable.”

Sean hesitated awkwardly. The prospect of Bad Experiences were looming over him, and, having no details whatsoever, it could be absolutely anything.

“ Don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured regretfully.

” Stop being a wimp and get on with it.” Viggo was obviously having difficulty being the submissive one. Sean sighed heavily and obliged, sliding his finger into him quicker, gently stretching him. There was a pleased noise from Viggo but apart from that there was nothing but the sounds of his breathing. Sean began to relax a little more, adding the second finger as soon as he felt ready for it. By Viggo’s thrust backwards onto the fingers the older man had apparently been more than ready for it, and was working on a much faster timetable than Sean had wanted to consider.

“ Go on,” Viggo murmured into his ear. Sean paused again. His eyes met Viggo’s guiltily. The older man sighed.

” You think you’re accidentally going to do the same things as they did, don’t you?” his voice was low but still clear enough. Sean couldn’t deny this, and therefore simply occupied himself by mentally shuffling his feet. “ Sean. You couldn’t possibly do that. There’s only one of you for a start, you haven’t got any rope, you certainly haven’t got a tennis racket hidden on your person, and I know what your endurance is like.” Viggo’s voice was low and urgent, his eyes fixed on Sean. “ Stop worrying. If I want you to stop, you’ll be more than aware of it.”

That was fair enough. Viggo didn’t seem the type to just whimper into a pillow and certainly…tennis racket? What the hell had a tennis racket got to do with this?

Sean shook off the question in his mind, and moved into a suitable position between Viggo’s legs. It was just as well Viggo wasn’t fighting at all as Sean felt excessively clumsy; however, with a lot of luck and Viggo’s assistance, Sean had managed to balance them into the right arrangement and slowly pushed inside of him.

And he thought Orlando was tight…

Viggo obviously wasn’t as relaxed as his voice maintained he was. Sean could feel muscles fighting the new invasion, could feel the tension in Viggo’s body as Sean tried to slide in easily. However, easily was extremely difficult to find. Sean fought down the rising panic, and instead took on a grim determination. With the greatest relief, Sean soon found himself buried to the hilt inside his ‘master’.

Ha! If only Karl could see them now.

Well, hopefully he couldn’t. Sean thanked himself sarcastically for getting that little paranoid thought through his mind.

He could feel Viggo trembling underneath him, trying to adjust to the sensation of having Sean’s length inside him. A look of deep concentration was on his face as though trying to work out a difficult puzzle, a sheen of sweat already coating his body. As Sean gently moved out of him, the faintest of moans escaped Viggo’s lips. But it was there. And not a swear word or protest to be seen.

Sean’s confidence gradually grew. Moving faster within the older man although still nowhere near the speed and power that Viggo normally used for them, Sean tightened his grip on his partner, his own breathing becoming shallow and quick. Viggo was so incredibly tight it was .. well, it was indescribable, that’s what it was. Thankfully, having to describe it was unlikely to turn up, unless Orli was being particularly nosy and wanted to take notes.

The velvety heat was incredible. The fact that the velvety heat surrounded him tightly was even more incredible. And as for the little noises, the encouragement of Viggo’s hips as he started to push back against him, well , incredible was fast becoming a mediocre word to use.

“ God, Vig,” Sean breathed, almost forgetting himself entirely, having to force himself to slow down, take things easy. However, Viggo was not someone you could tell to take it easy. With every movement Sean made Viggo matched him, every sensation almost doubled. Even Viggo couldn’t hold back the gasp as Sean managed to find the angle he had been searching for, the older man arching his back and tightening his grip on the bedding below him.

With a moment of dexterity, Sean began to stroke Viggo in time with his own thrusts, although truth be told said thrusts were a little on the irregular side by this point. Sean could feel his completion building in the back of his mind and more the point between his legs, the increasing throb and pressure that pleaded with him to speed up, to thrust harder, to do *anything*. Sean bit his still recovering lip hard, and tasted blood as old wounds were reopened. Sex was risky business indeed.

Thankfully, it seemed that Viggo was not far behind Sean’s current torment. The blonde could feel him tense around him and, on the basis that Sean wasn’t doing anything that was even remotely scary, he could only assume that this was a good thing indeed. Viggo had his eyes firmly closed, his breathing was so irregular that Sean was a little worried he was going to pass out. Not that Sean had much brain space left to worry about anything else apart from his building climax.

Desperate to make sure he didn’t come before Viggo, Sean increased his hand’s movements, care and gentleness completely out of the window. This seemed to have been a good thing to do; Viggo’s moans were increasing. Viggo moaned softly when a normal person would have been howling at the moon with sensation at that point. Sean regained his own breath and kept going, faster, harder, faster.

Come on come on come on come on-

There was no way he could have possibly mistaken Viggo’s orgasm. The older man suddenly seemed to stop breathing entirely and completely tensed, before giving a low cry and coming hard in Sean’s hand. Sean nearly yelped at the sudden tightness that he was encased in, the throbbing through Viggo’s body completely reflected through his own, his orgasm fast on the heels of Viggo’s. The blonde cried out loudly at the sensations that were threatening to drown him in sheer lustful goodness.

Sean collapsed entirely, drained beyond belief, although at least he had the common decency to flop to one side. He could hear Viggo’s soft panting to the side of him, could feel the trembles that were still going through the older man’s body. Sean pressed himself slightly closer, kissing Viggo’s shoulder which seemed to be the closest.

Viggo seemed content not to say anything at all for a while. His arm looped over Sean and pulled him slightly closer, forcing Sean to roll into a position where being pressed to him was comfortable once again. Sean sighed in satisfaction, then eyed the still silent Viggo cautiously.

” You alright?” he asked finally. Viggo turned his head enough to give Sean a pointed glare. Said blonde suddenly looked bashful.

” Sorry. Just slipped out.”

“ Hmmm,”

“ Viggo?” Sean asked quietly after several minutes had passed. Viggo looked at him indulgently, like a parent considering buying their kid an ice-cream. Sean paused for a moment, then pressed on awkwardly.

“ A tennis racket?”

The indulgent look suddenly took on the temperature of the ice-cream itself. Viggo grunted something and pulled the blanket over their naked forms. Sean had a sudden feeling he was going to overheat, but then this really wasn’t the time to consider that. Viggo had a look about him that spoke of cautious handling.

“ You’re unlikely to enjoy knowing, Sean,” Viggo said finally.

“ Orlando knows,” Sean felt slightly insulted that he was deemed that he couldn’t cope with the information. Viggo shook his head idly.

“ Orlando may be young but he’s a cynical little thing. You, however, still try to see the best in people.” Viggo paused. “ Once that goes, it’s almost impossible to get it back again.”

“ You make me sound innocent and naïve,” protested Sean.

“ And you make that sound like a bad thing. If you knew everything that went on in this world you wouldn’t be able to sleep. And that’s because you’re a nice guy. Crazy on occasion, fucked up certainly, but, on the whole, a nice guy.” Viggo shrugged lightly. “ But that won’t stop you either, will it?”

Viggo paused then began again, a little slowly. However, his voice spoke of casualness, as though he was simply recounting a historical fact learnt from a text book.

“ It happened about three, four years ago. Essentially, there were these four guys that decided to make my life absolute hell for two days for no real reason other than I was there. The police say there were four guys anyway,” Viggo paused. “ For most of it I had a blindfold over my eyes, and even when they took that off they were all wearing black and were mostly operating out of my vision. The inspector that led the case was certainly annoyed I couldn’t describe any of them. Hell, at that stage I couldn’t properly describe me, let alone some bastard who .. well, yes. Anyway.”

There was another pause, slightly longer. Viggo’s hair was flopped over one eye, his gaze focusing on another point further into the room.

“ They tended to take it in turns, when they had the energy. Those, ironically, were some of the better parts of the evenings. It was when they wanted a break that they started becoming inventive, and that was definitely a bad thing. It was like they had a competition to see how loudly they could make me scream,” Viggo’s voice was low. Sean couldn’t even detect a hint of tension, of the fact that this had actually happened. However, he felt the slight squeeze on his arm as Viggo held onto him.

“ One of their little ideas was using most of the things in the boot of one of the guy’s cars. I certainly don’t recommend having the handle of a tennis racket shoved up you. Two guys had to hold me down for that one. I managed to get one of them in the balls with a foot,” there was a distinct noise of relish in Viggo’s voice, the only patch of emotion Sean had really noticed. “Guy howled like a stuck pig. They had to get more rope after that.”

“ Needless to say, I got cut up pretty damn bad. Every so often I’d get checked out, as though making sure I wasn’t about to die on them or something. Cause, you see, that wasn’t the plan. Oh, you could kidnap and rape someone for forty-eight hours, but god forbid you should kill him. That wasn’t what they agreed to. You know what they said it was? A bit of fun. A bit of consensual fun as well. That was when the police landed on their doorsteps after the one person they could track down finally told them the names.” There was a snort of laughter from Viggo. “ I spent three damn weeks in hospital, with blood down the insides of my legs, bruises everywhere, three broken ribs and my arse cut to ribbons, and this was fun to them.”

There was a pause as Viggo seemed to go back to the plain of existence he had been using, his voice ridding itself of the emotion he had gained. “ After a while you kinda get used to it. I know that sounds a little odd, but you do. It’s like temperature or something. You spend all your life in a desert and what feels hot to everyone else is only a mild increase to you. Once the pain just got into the continual stage, well, there’s a lot of stuff that I got through thanks to that.”

The blue-grey gaze unfocused slightly, as though looking inwards. “ You know the worst bit? When they were doing all that stuff to me, whilst I was lying down so tightly that I couldn’t move an inch and my wrists were becoming numb, there was this one guy who was just sitting there, watching. For pretty much the whole damn four-eight hours, he sat there with this smile on his face as though we were sharing a private joke. He never joined in, he never made suggestions. Just sat there whilst I begged and screamed at him for help. Occasionally he would light a cigarette and just puff away in consideration, like one of those old cigarette adverts they’ve banned nowadays. It was almost like he was watching television.” Viggo’s voice trailed off.

Sean managed to get his vocal chords to work, which had dried and seemingly shrunk whilst Viggo had been speaking.

“ Could you recognise him to the police?” he asked shakily. Viggo snorted laughter again, and glanced at him.

“ Of course,” his eyes were sincere. “ He was my boyfriend.”

*

Viggo had managed to get to sleep reasonably quickly. However, Sean hadn’t managed to get anywhere close, his eyes constantly on Viggo as though expecting him to .. well, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting him to do. Shout, possibly. Rage. Or possibly just withdraw into himself. God knew he would have. Sean had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t be sane, and certain people definitely wouldn’t be owning their own teeth.

The older man stirred in his sleep and pulled Sean a little closer, which Sean did gladly. Sean knew he was still trembling. Sean had been trembling since the brief conversation they had held after the ‘confessional’ as Viggo called it, when Viggo berated himself for allowing Sean to go to Karl’s house in the first place.

“ I hadn’t considered the prospect he would actually do anything,” the older man had finally said when Sean had pressed for an answer or some sort of word from him. “ Not when it came down to it. He looked like one of those idiots who talk and haven’t got the guts to do it.”

Sean was suddenly thankful he hadn’t told Viggo all of what had happened, although he was swift to confirm that it hadn’t all been bad. That had been bloody difficult to put into words as well. ‘Well, actually a lot of shagging your current enemy was pretty okay’ just shouldn’t go down as a comforting speech.

The worst part of course was the fact that Viggo knew damn well Sean was holding back information. The thoughtful look was in his eyes. However, he kept his queries to himself, and it was just as well he did.

Sean kissed Viggo’s shoulder blade again, and snuggled closer, trying to close his eyes without having images in front of them. He had always doubted Viggo’s statement that the whole bondage thing was Orlando’s idea, but now … god, what sort of hold did Orli have to be able to persuade a man who had gone through *that* to take up bondage as a pastime?

After another hour Sean had drifted into an uneasy sleep. However, his sleep was not to be peaceful. The front door banged open loudly, causing both Viggo and Sean to be forced roughly from their slumbers, Viggo’s hand automatically reaching for a sword hilt that wasn’t there. Sean stared at the bedroom door in the sort of shock that being startled from sleep at three o’clock in the morning did to you, and then looked at Viggo who had already jumped from bed and was making his way towards it.

Orlando beat him to it. The door was seized and almost flung open, Orli standing panting in the doorway. His hair and clothes were soaking, curls slicked back, t-shirt tracing every muscle. Viggo stared at him. Orlando grinned broadly and brandished a large white envelope.

“ I’ve got the photos!” he proclaimed proudly.

TBC