Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog 32: Eye for an Eye
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Summary: Things seem to go back to plan, admittedly after a brief moment of attempted murder. WARNING! BDSM AT PLAY

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Karl was pleased to see him, in the way that a chained dog would be pleased to see anyone who wasn’t normally in their yard after a day of boredom or uncertainty. This by itself would not have been a problem. Unfortunately, his mouth was still working, causing all sorts of evil thoughts to run through Sean’s mind.

” What the fuck’s up with Viggo?” Karl immediately asked. “ What did you say?”

“ Nothing,” Sean paused for a few moments, knowing he would be unable to look at him without reacting in some form or other, then slowly and grudgingly turned his attention to the lock. The handcuffs fell harmlessly to the bed, Karl slowly moving to sit up whilst rubbing his wrists and arms, trying to get some feeling back in them. Sean was aware of Karl’s gaze on him without even needing to look.

Karl sighed.

“ No, ‘nothing’ is what the slave is supposed to say. However, you two were definitely discussing something, and that something was fucking painful,” Karl rubbed his shoulder blade with a hand and winced slightly. He looked back at Sean who was deliberately quiet. “ He doesn’t look too happy,”

Sean bothered to give Karl a no-shit? type of glare for that little obvious comment, there being pessimists out there who were happier than Viggo was at this moment in time. Karl shrugged at him and continued to grate on Sean’s nerves through sold perseverance, the man having obviously understood that something was up and, more the point, that something wasn’t going to explain itself to him without him being both a) persistent and b) annoying.

“ So what is it?” Karl looked expectantly at Sean as though the blonde wasn’t clinging onto his willpower with both hands. The optimism of youth obviously didn’t care for such annoying factors as reality in their general assessments.

Sean himself felt the need to start smacking people hard and was resisting as best he could. Was it so difficult to keep your mouth shut, just *once*? Karl’s expression froze a little at the annoyance that was suddenly far too clear on Sean’s face, but Sean couldn’t see this as he glared back at him, nor could he hear the concern in the voice or the tension in Karl’s posture. All he could see in his mind’s eye was the smug expression that Karl had used during their ‘session’ at his house, the accusations that had followed them for far too long, the look of disgust that had been aimed at them on many an occasion. Blood slowly began to boil.

It took Sean a good few moments to get his voice under control, and that was a forced affair.

“ Karl, in case you’ve forgotten, I don’t owe you anything,” he growled, finally. “Because of you my entire social life is screwed up and definitely not in the kinky way. Why the hell should I tell you?”

Karl simply looked at him, his expression neutral. “ So there’s something to tell, then,” he replied idly. “ Thought so. Just as I reckon it’s also to do with me, unless I happen to be the local punching bag at the moment. Which, I admit, is possible. What did I do now?”

Sean growled again and looked away. “ It’s nothing,”

“ Rubbish. I don’t do ‘nothing’. If I screw up something, I screw it up big time.”

Sean laughed quietly to himself. “ It’s not what you screwed. It’s who I did.” He muttered to himself. However, Karl obviously had the hearing of an elf as he turned and looked at him with a frown.

“ Don’t tell me Viggo’s got his knickers in a twist about you taking control of our little session? What’s he afraid of? You’ll get used to it?” Karl snorted and shook his head. “ The man’s a fucking-“

And that was pretty much the last word he managed to say before Sean sprung at him, his patience worn to the bone, his fist connecting rather solidly to Karl’s cheek, his other hand across Karl’s throat which resulted in them both being knocked backwards. Ah, the release was so good it was almost on level with an orgasmic experience, the sheer relief of finally letting go and embracing the inner fury. Now *this* was the sort of revenge he could really understand. Sean could feel the hot skin under him, some random part of Karl’s body underneath his own weight, but not quite as much as the solid rage he felt flowing through him. Okay, so it might not have been entirely Karl who had started this little wrath monkey, but bloody hell it felt good to be able to take your frustrations out on *somebody*.

Karl initially fought back, slamming his elbow back and connecting hard with Sean’s stomach for an agonising second, before he stopped his actions. This, admittedly, was probably because Sean was in a damn good position to start choking him, and Sean knew damn well that wasn’t normally the top of anyone’s Fun To Do list.

Karl looked at him warily, his eyes amused yet cautious. “ Do I detect a line having been crossed?” he murmured.

“ Karl, I really don’t care about your opinions,” Sean snarled. “ I don’t care what you think. I do, however, care about you bad mouthing my lovers and trying to get them killed and or serious inconvenienced,” His arm was now across Karl’s throat in a similar style to Viggo’s ‘training’, feeling the younger man breathing underneath him. The feeling of control in this situation was intoxicating. No wonder Viggo felt safe with it.

“ So I’m sorry,” Karl began but he stopped immediately as Sean pressed down. A look of honest surprise crossed his face before he started to struggle again. Sean rode the waves, his expression set, using his body weight as an advantage.

“ No. I don’t think you are. Not properly, and *not enough*,” Sean snarled in his face. “You’re in the process of ruining my life, Karl, let alone Viggo’s and Orli’s.”

“ Drama queen,” snarled back Karl. “ You know he’ll take you back-“

His oxygen was suddenly cut off a little longer, before Sean gave him a little more room. Karl stopped struggling, simply trying to breathe properly, his gasps echoing in the room. Sean glared at him, feeling the rage push him along happily.

“ There shouldn’t be anything to take me back *for*, Karl. Remember?” And this was good, this was easy. Karl struggled again and almost managed to roll before Sean shoved him back down with a push that wasn’t in the least bit gentle. The bed bounced under the shifting weight. Sean could see the amusement having difficulty living in Karl’s eyes as the young man began to properly understand the level of upset within the currently psychopathic blonde on top of him.

“ Okay. I’m sorry. It’s hardly likely to happen again,” At least the tone was serious, if a little sarcastic.

“ Send people after Viggo? Damn right you won’t. Just as you won’t interfere in Orli’s private life – his private life being pretty much me and Vig by the way – and just as you won’t start spreading malicious rumours. You so much as look at Viggo funny and I’m going to seriously get pissy,” Sean pressed his arm against Karl again, his eyes searching Karl’s. “ And trust me, sweetheart, this isn’t anywhere near as pissy as I can get,”

Karl stared back at him, his eyes narrowed. The amusement had died completely, leaving only suspicion and caution to fill the void. Finally he laughed hollowly to himself, looking away.

“ If someone had told me I’d be on my back in a bondage room with a naked guy wearing a collar round his neck trying to choke me, I’d assume they were drunk,” he muttered to himself, then growled as Sean pressed again.

“ That wasn’t an acknowledgement,” growled Sean.

Karl looked back at him. “ I understand what you’re talking about, Sean. Get off my case. In fact, get off of me altogether, eh? You’re pressing my ass to the bed and it’s getting really painful now,” his voice was controlled. Sean shrugged, and deliberately put more weight on Karl’s hips. Karl hissed as sensitive skin raked a little more on the blanket.

“ Bastard,” he hissed.

” Fucker,” Sean countered.

” Asshole,”

“ Twat,”

“ Finished?” The voice came from the door. Sean stared round guiltily, his neck moving so quickly he was in danger of causing a muscle sprain. His arm, however, remained firmly on Karl’s neck as though it had a mind of its own.

Viggo took a few steps towards them, looking down at Karl briefly before turning his gaze back onto Sean. Sean struggled to see past the neutral expression that had obviously managed to find its way home, trying to see how the land lay, how much Viggo was going to kill him. The blonde trembled slightly as Viggo placed his hand on Sean’s arm and carefully moved it back with a touch that spoke of delicate things being handled.

“ I assume you opened your mouth again?” Viggo said almost sadly towards Karl. Karl stared back at him, sullen, a hand beginning to rub his throat pointedly.

” Sean was being sensitive,” it was almost the five year old’s protests against a sibling’s actions. Viggo glanced towards Sean who was still waiting for the blast of anger, the rough handling, his body still frozen in position. So of course it was quite a bit of a shock when the slight smile aimed itself at him. Smiles had definitely not been expected. Orli was obviously a master worker when it came to calming Viggo.

” Sean was being defensive, and I think that’s allowed under the circumstances, don’t you?” Viggo’s voice was level and calm. In fact, it was as though the anger had been just a distant memory. Sean wasn’t entirely sure what to think or what to remember. Surely Viggo couldn’t just get over it – whatever particular thing it was – quite so quickly? Viggo glanced at him, and gave him a quick nod.

“ You can get off him now,” he advised. Sean looked back down at Karl. He really didn’t want to. He knew he should have punched before talking, and now he didn’t have a chance. Finally, Sean slid off him, standing by the bed, looking almost as sullen as Karl had a few moments ago. Karl looked between Sean and Viggo, his eyes flickering towards the doorway where Orli had appeared, before finally back at Viggo. Karl’s eyes were seeing a lot of exercise today.

“ Is someone going to tell me what that was about?” Karl asked finally when it was clearly obvious no explanations were forthcoming.

” No,” replied Viggo mildly. “ Now, you going to behave yourself or am I going to have to set Sean on you again? Because, stop me if I’m wrong, I believe he’s rather keen to get his point of view across,”

“ You allow him a point of view?” snorted Karl in disbelief, then obviously worked out that this probably wasn’t the time. Viggo sighed patiently.

” You’re still not getting it, are you? Two things you really should consider, Karl. One, your little knight in shining armour act really, *really* didn’t work. And two, you’re in a room with two people who really want to see you have a rough time. So this is the bit where you shut up and behave,” Viggo narrowed his eyes and glanced towards Sean. “ D’you think that was too many words for him to work out?” he asked idly.

“ Probably,” Sean was a little stunned by the speech, but managed to get his tongue working. There had been many surreal events in Sean’s life recently. This was currently at the number one position.

Viggo smiled at him and put a hand on Sean’s shoulder briefly before moving away to one of the chest of drawers. Karl sat up gradually, his eyes resting on Sean before following Viggo’s movements suspiciously.

” So what happens now?” he asked slowly. Viggo seemed not to have heard him. In fact, Viggo really wasn’t acting like Viggo. Apparently alien abductions were alive and well and occurring in the kitchen. Well, at least the anal probing wasn’t going to be a problem.

Karl obviously didn’t like silence. He looked at Orlando as though for assistance, then back at Viggo.

” Viggo? What are you plan-“

Viggo had turned round and in his hands was one of the ball gags that Orli was so very fond of. Sean had always hated them, hated the way that they kept your mouth open to the extent that anything past five minutes caused an ache in the jaw that lasted for a week. He’d always preferred bloody holes in his lip than that. Karl had cut off immediately after seeing it in Viggo’s hands.

“ Wait a minute,” Ah, and now the cockiness had retreated again, leaving just a nervous young man. Sean had a sneaking suspicion he knew what was bothering Karl. A gag meant that there could be no pleading when things got too rough, no demands to be let out. It was down to the other person being more alert, and, of course, caring.

Viggo raised an eyebrow. “ I’m sorry? Are you objecting?”

“ For fuck’s sake Viggo, you really think I’m going to put that on after you freak out on Sean? What’s to stop you going nuts on me?” Karl stared at him, obviously worried. Viggo shrugged.

” Sean,” he replied casually.

“ Oh, the bloke who just attacked me? Very reassuring that!” Karl shook his head, his eyes showing his fear. “ No. I won’t,”

The younger man moved off the bed, wincing slightly as bruised flesh met bed, and stood firmly on the floor, his eyes darting towards the door as though wanting to make a run for it. Sean had no worries about that. It was more than unlikely that Karl would panic to the degree that he would disappear out the front door nude. Equally, Orlando still stood in the way, the young man’s attention seemingly all for Viggo rather than the situation that was developing.

Interesting.

Viggo stood studying Karl with an uninterested expression.

“ Scared?”

“ You mean I shouldn’t be?” Karl countered angrily. “ I want to be able to walk out of here unassisted, not be carried out,”

“ Dragged, you mean,” murmured Sean, who shut up after Viggo gave him a look. Okay, so jokes weren’t going to help, but fuck it was good to get Karl panicking for a change. Viggo took a step forward. Karl took a step backwards, suddenly finding the bed against his legs again. He gave another anxious look towards Orlando, the only member of the room who hadn’t attempted to become a little more violent on him. Orli smiled at him slightly, his eyes returning to assess Viggo thoughtfully. He didn’t move in the slightest.

“ Karl, I’m hurt. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do,” Viggo’s voice had dropped an octave. “ Or at least, nothing that you won’t ultimately enjoy. Because you do enjoy this sort of thing, don’t you?”

“ It’s fucking perverse,” snarled Karl.

” Excellent. I knew you would,” Viggo glanced carelessly towards Sean. “ Sean?”

Sean crossed the room obediently, and was both shocked and rewarded by the feel of Viggo’s lips on his. Obviously Viggo’s anger really had fizzled out. One of those things which was so fierce it died young, or at least that was a much less pessimistic thought than the idea that it still burnt somewhere near the back of Viggo’s mind. The gag remained in Viggo’s hand, for which Sean was incredibly thankful for. The other snaked round Sean’s waist, gently stroking his back and pulling him into a deeper kiss.

There was noise from Karl that was almost a growl.

“ You’re not backing out on us are you?” the soft voice of Orlando managed to completely stop this growl with the first word. The young man was looking at him with the most sorrowful expression Sean had seen which hadn’t been on a kicked puppy. Karl hesitated once more, his eyes flickering to Orli.

“ He’s scared,” Released from Viggo’s kiss, Sean seized the opportunity to make a comment. “ Can’t deal with it so he’s running,”

Karl glared at him with the intensity of a nuclear weapon. Sean felt Viggo squeeze his hand against the firm muscles of Sean’s thigh, and gave him a quick glance before he started over stepping boundaries again. However Viggo’s look was still mild, which was a great improvement on the disembowelling glare Sean used to get. Sean allowed himself to be pulled back into the kiss, still feeling as though this was a little surreal.

Nuzzling against Viggo’s neck, Sean took the opportunity of being quite so close to his ear.

” You sure you’re okay?” he murmured. A hand firmly gripped hold of his buttock and pulled him closer. Okay, that was probably a yes in most people’s languages. Or at least a damn good ‘not now’.

“ I want you to follow my lead, Sean,” Viggo had worked his way round Sean’s neck and could breath the words into his ear, causing Sean to shiver slightly at the sensation. Sean hesitated briefly. This sounded like some odd version of the boy scouts, and that was indeed disturbing.

“ But-“ he began, but controlled himself. Viggo seemed to be fine, although this was probably only surface deep. And, more the point, he seemed to be at a point where he wasn’t going to flay the skin from Karl’s body, which would probably be seen as a good thing by most people, especially Karl. The confessions and discussions could wait until later, preferably with a nice glass of some type of alcoholic beverage although this was almost undoubtedly a wishful thought.

Sean shivered again as Viggo’s free hand drifted over his back, caressing him, obviously showing his power to Karl who was pretty much directly behind them. Said man had finished squeaking, but he was bound to find something to protest about.

“ Much as I understand the sentiment, please try to avoid killing Karl for at least today,” Viggo continued to murmur. “ Although I have to comment on your inconsistencies. First you want to kill him, then you want to save him, and now we’re back to killing.” There was the softest chuckle in Sean’s ear. “ At least I don’t have to worry about being bored with you,”

Snap, Sean wanted to comment. But he wasn’t allowed the opportunity to speak as another kiss was pressed on his neck, then Sean found himself being gently pushed towards Karl. Viggo nodded towards the suspicious younger man as though Sean hadn’t worked it out for himself.

” Kiss him,”

Karl stared at Viggo with every look of outrage on his face.

“ Him? But he’s just tried to-“

“ Yes, I know,” Viggo seemed completely at ease with the situation. “ If you don’t want me to order him to do something a little more violent, lets get on with it,”

Without bothering to wait to see if his instructions had been followed, Viggo strolled to the sideboard and picked up the camera. This managed to reach a whole new level of panic within Karl, who gave Orli another desperate look as though Orli was some type of superhero in a rescuing mood. Seam knew it probably wasn’t helping the situation by him grinning, but hell it was worth it.

Sean wasn’t entirely sure whether Karl was going to kiss him or hit him as the blonde drew closer to his current prey, trying to walk normally rather than prowl. Karl’s eyes were narrowed as he watched him, his hands almost clenched into fists but not quite, the tension in his body quite shockingly clear. Sean stopped a pace away, checking it was safe to proceed. Not that either of them had much in the way of choice.

There was a soft cough behind him which alerted Sean to the fact that Viggo was waiting. Karl’s eyes slid towards him as well, before returning to look at Sean.

If this was a western, dry tumbleweed would have blown past at this stage.

Sean finally took the initiative and stepped forward, his eyes trained on the young man in front of him. He was still expecting a fist in his stomach even up to the point where his lips gently rested on Karl’s. His hand gently settled on Karl’s side where it waited as though stuck, feeling the man’s heat and firm muscles underneath his palm and fingertips.

Karl himself seemed to be frozen entirely. He didn’t allow Sean anything other than chaste kisses, although there was the added bonus that he wasn’t immediately fighting him off either. Finally Sean felt Karl move closer to him, his lips finally allowing Sean access and kissing him back, his body moving even closer to Sean that the older man’s hand had to drift round to the small of Karl’s back to become more comfortable. Sean could feel the increasing heat and hardness against his groin as Karl began to get a little more interested in world events. Obviously all the previous sexual torment had not entirely left the building. Karl was now kissing him like these alone would save the universe from being blown up.

Every so often Sean could hear Viggo’s camera clicking in the background, and judging by the tenseness in Karl whenever it happened, so did he. Sean was less bothered by the thing; hell, Viggo had photographs of him and Orli in some of the more perverted positions known to man. Changing Orlando for Karl was probably not going to make any difference, and at least Karl was not likely to start stealing these unless to burn them.

“ You think I might actually get a fuck after this?” grumbled Karl to him in a low voice after they had broken off for oxygen.

“ Trust me, it’s normally easier not to speculate what’s happening next,” whispered back Sean.

“ Did I say you two could have a cosy chat?” came Viggo’s deliberately casual query. “ Karl, you want something to do with your mouth, you can go down on Sean. Orli?”

Sean watched as Orlando caught the item that was tossed towards him. Orlando nodded his understanding to Viggo and finally moved away from his post, taking a few steps towards the pair before stopping and waiting for Karl to move. Karl glanced over his shoulder, but seemed unconcerned about Orlando and his little whatever that he held in his hand.

“ It’s like being directed in a fucking porn movie,” murmured Karl to Sean, before moving to his knees. Sean never did get to ask how Karl would know this as a warm mouth started to suckle on the head of his cock, completely dispensing with the casual foreplay. Sean moaned slightly, and then simply concentrated on keeping his legs straight and his knees unbuckled. God, he hated having blow jobs standing up. It was fine for the first part, but there was a definitely line where strong willpower was needed to ensure the body stayed upright and not plummet to the floor immediately.

Orlando was also busy. As soon as Karl had got to his knees and begun, the younger man began to prowl towards him as though trying not to be spotted. This seemed a little odd to Sean, but a tongue that flickered over sensitive areas suddenly stopped him caring. Panting softly, Sean watched as Orlando knelt behind Karl and clicked open the lid on the bottle that he held. Lube. Well, it *really* could have been worse.

Karl had paused at the little click, but had managed to get straight back into the action, his tongue licking down the length of Sean’s erection before lazily travelling back up, taking him deep into his mouth immediately after that. It was like Sean was his favourite ice-lolly and Karl was desperate not to lose a drop. However, Karl’s pause as Orlando’s slicked finger suddenly entered him was a lot longer. Karl moaned against Sean’s flesh, causing vibrations to seriously unhinge Sean’s concentration, causing his eyes to close as though of their own accord.

Sean’s eyes opened a crack to find Orlando staring at him with a slow, sleepy grin that simply promised mischief. He would have given him a harsh glare had Karl not suddenly decided this was the moment where he was going to attempt to take as much of Sean into his mouth as humanly possible. The man must have unhinged his jaw. Sean managed to fight against the whimper and simply focused on staying upright, his eyes unfocused, his hand now resting on Karl’s head mostly for support. Delicious sensations were currently exploding throughout his nerves, pleasure and frustration building in him slowly but steadily, a tortoise making it towards the finishing line with determination.

The lip was seriously going to see some injury if this continued. Sean refused – utterly, point blank, *refused* - to let Karl turn him into a jelly, jello or whatever the fuck it was called in New Zealand, and certainly not a moaning jelly either, if jellies moaned in the privacy of their own thoughts. And this was getting far too a surreal thought to continue, but at least it got him off the thought of how incredibly close he was to shooting in Karl’s mouth, how incredibly *persistent* his body was becoming with its demands for satisfaction. It was beginning to drown out everything else. Sean’s breath was now so ragged it could easily be mistaken for a tramp, sweat was seemingly pouring down his skin as though someone had found the perspiration tap and left it on full force. The muscles in his legs were trembling like those of a day old foal.

And Karl was playing with him. He could feel it. The little bastard was slowly and deliberately running his tongue over him but not allowing him any of the pressure to be able to push Sean over the edge. Well, the climax edge anyway. The psychopathic edge was something entirely different. Any more tongue promises- but-no-action and meat cleavers were only a hair width away. Karl would be so dead they would need microscopes just to find all the pieces.

On the plus side, at least the said little bastard wasn’t getting away with it entirely. Sean could see Orlando bear his own brand of bastardness on the scene, two fingers sliding in and out of Karl with steady regularity. Every so often Karl would have to stop and regain his control, shuddering slightly, a gasp against Sean’s flesh. Okay, so the gasp wasn’t helping Sean’s already inflamed nerves, but at least he wasn’t the only one suffering here.

Orli himself didn’t look like he was suffering at all. A glint that spoke of almost primeval evil shone in his eyes; Loki was alive and well and currently playing an elf called Legolas. Occasionally the younger man pressed himself up against Karl, kissing his back, his neck, and as soon as Karl pushed back at him hungrily the younger man moved away again, tormentingly.

A movement to Sean’s side drew his attention back to the Master of the Proceedings, who apparently had been relocating some toys. Sean found an amused look aimed at him by Viggo, before the older man crouched by Orlando and passed something over. Orli took it like a child accepting a tube of chocolate Smarties, a gleeful grin on his face.

The course of true smut never did run true, it seemed. Karl ran his tongue slowly up Sean’s cock once more then suddenly froze as though Orlando had shoved a dagger through his ribs, an unfocused expression on his face. Sean looked in confusion at Orlando, who simply winked back. There was a sharp exhale of breath from Karl as he obviously tried to get used to something. Probably one of Viggo’s toys again. He had some interestingly shaped dildo things which were essentially shaped like dolphins, although dolphins who were diving into some very murky waters. Sean had never seen them up close, and was thankful for it. If he was buying dolphin friendly tuna at least the damn things could be friendly back.

Unsurprisingly, the hesitation had increased by Karl. Suddenly the focus had drifted from tormenting Sean to Karl’s own arse, which was both a curse and a blessing. The persistence in his groin was beginning to take over any other thought in Sean’s mind. Even if the house started to burn down, Sean doubted whether it would take over as the most important factor.

Viggo was also not assisting, but then again Viggo had at least two A-levels and a degree in the art of not assisting. After causing new and interesting sensations to be taking up Karl’s mind, apparently Viggo had now turned his attention to Orlando. And about time too, Sean thought to himself grumpily. Orli had seemingly managed to get out of nearly all the problematic situations tonight, and this was bloody annoying. Okay, so he was the walking wounded at the moment, but this didn’t mean he couldn’t crawl. Metaphorically anyway.

Viggo’s eyes met Sean’s with such a steady blue gaze you could draw straight lines with it. A faint smile hovered at the corner of his mouth, uncertain whether it was going to take possession of the rest of his face. Sean knew damn well Viggo never tended to smile unless he was seriously up to something. The fact that the smile hadn’t entirely reached his eyes hadn’t escaped Sean’s attention, although it too had been pushed to the back of the In Box as something to be considered at a later date. Currently, Viggo was away from Sean’s front and his rear, and therefore Sean was happy simply to focus on Karl and his multi-talented tongue.

A cry from Orlando made his head snap up a little too fast for comfort. Karl too had stopped and was about to glance over his shoulder when a hand on his shoulder halted this action. Said hand belonged to Viggo, and Karl was obviously under no misunderstandings about this. Sean would have asked questions but it was quite obvious by the far away look in Orlando’s eyes that the youngest member of the team had no objections to the fact that Viggo had a couple of fingers in him. Well, that was what Sean assumed was in him. With Viggo it could be anything, including most of the contents of the fridge.

With Orlando’s probing fingers gone and Orli’s attention completely absent from him, Karl began to work again as though a man on overtime wanting to get home to dinner. Sean groaned in his throat at the sudden shift in speed, his eyes drifting shut again, surfing the waves of pleasure.

However Viggo had other ideas.

“ Karl. Stop,” it was a low voice and yet still had the commanding air of a general in charge of tens of thousands of foot soldiers. Sean was inexplicably reminded briefly of a nursery rhyme; *the grand old duke of York. He had ten thousand men…* Now *that* had to have been a busy evening

Karl, needless to say, obeyed. Sean had a suspicion this was probably Karl enjoying being a bastard to Sean rather than any major desire to obey Viggo’s commands, but hell, at least it got them back in the good books. Not that this was particularly comforting. Sean hadn’t been able to suppress the whimper as Karl drew back, and his groin felt just about ready to explode. This really wasn’t fair.

“ Sorry, you wanted to say something, Sean?” Viggo’s soft caressing voice floated to him. Sean shook his head miserably, keeping every single swear word buried in his mind where it could simply scream without causing punishment. However, it must have shown in his expression by Viggo’s amused chuckle. Not that the presence of swearing made any difference whatsoever to his situation. Bastards, all of them.

On the plus side, at least Orlando was almost nearing Sean’s own level of frustration. The young man was shifting on his knees, obviously trying to urge Viggo on who really wasn’t having any of it. Sean could see that Viggo’s fingers were indeed breaching the young man’s body, a slow, sedate pace that suggested that the owners felt they had all night to get to the destination. Orli was giving an almost running moan-whimper, his hands clenching ineffectively into fists then uncurling again, over and over again as though this would suddenly help him find release.

Sean’s eyes slid to Karl, who was still facing him and therefore unable to watch the erotic spectacle that was currently happening in A Bondage Gym Near You. Karl was breathing heavily, his skin flushed and gleaming with sweat, Orlando’s moans obviously hitting every single button Karl possessed and several that were merely on loan. A desperate, longing look rested back on Sean, and Sean recognised that so very clearly; the type of longing that meant that the owner didn’t care who, what or where. Just do it.

But ah, he couldn’t, much as he would have liked to. Viggo hadn’t said anything. It was like some weird and erotic version of Simon Says, except with much worse punishments than simply being told to sit out for the rest of the round. Actually, possibly not. Anything was better than simply sitting on the side with no release date in sight.

Sean shrugged mentally to himself, and tried to keep his eyes off Karl, whose dark hazel eyes were managing to go straight to Sean’s own lust button, do not pass go, do not collect £200. It was like being hypnotised by the world’s sexiest snake. Their previous disagreement had simply disintegrated. Sean couldn’t really remember what it was about, although he knew damn well this would come back to him as soon as his mind could focus on something that wasn’t throbbing between his legs.

Sean’s eyes met Viggo’s again, pleading. Viggo merely looked back at him idly, before turning his attention once again to the squirming young man under his ministrations. Orlando was moaning, his eyes shut, back arched slightly, body trembling, injured arm clenched so tight to his chest that it was probably in danger of causing more damage. Not that Sean even wanted to mention this. By the intense look on Orli’s face and Viggo’s grim determination, a comment of this nature was probably liable to get him killed.

“ So,” Viggo finally broke the silence, his eyes resting on Karl’s back. “ Who wants to break him in?”

Viggo’s eyes slowly lifted to Sean’s, an eyebrow raising slightly. Orlando gasped again as Viggo’s fingers continued to play, the younger man obviously not caring what was happening to Karl. Karl himself had tensed slightly, his breathing becoming shorter. Obviously ‘breaking’ was a bad word.

“ You want to do it again, Sean?” Viggo was almost purring his words, and this would have been fine had it not been for the sudden artic blast that his eyes had developed.

And yes, yes he did. But should this be admitted? Sean looked back at him in silence, hoping that a decision would just be made and he didn’t have to think or justify anything. This was the bonus of bondage, he had found. Someone else’s imagination had to get used. He just went along for the ride, regardless of how bumpy it turned out to be.

The trouble was that Viggo seemed to have far too much imagination. And even if he had run out, Orlando’s was always there for assistance. And Orli’s imagination, worryingly enough, tended to be scarier.

Viggo watched him for a few moments more, before sighing to himself and pulling his fingers out of Orlando. Orli made a disappointed keening noise that sounded like a thwarted kitten, but even this little noise didn’t make Viggo alter his plan of action. Sean knew damn well that personally he would have fucked Orlando through the floor had it been him.

Within a few moments Viggo was back to standing, looking at Sean briefly before turning his gaze thoughtfully to Karl. Sean could see the tension in the younger man’s posture, the way his eyes had automatically fallen to the floor as though hoping to get through whatever came next with the minimum of fuss and/or bruises. Viggo rubbed his chin thoughtfully with a hand.

Finally the waiting and the anticipation had managed to crack Karl. It took a large part of patience and willpower to resist some of Viggo’s lures, and Sean knew damn well Karl’s limitations were quite large in this field. As were his own, but bloody hell, it was time to focus on someone else for a change.

“ For fuck’s sake Viggo, you actually going to do anything or am I just going to wait here forever?” the bluster was so obviously bluster. Karl’s eyes were darting nervously around the parts of the room he could see, knowing Viggo was in his blind spot. After Viggo’s little panic attack – for that was what Sean could only assume it was, but heaven knows what history sparked *that* off – Karl had every right to feel a little cautious.

“ Your patience needs work, Karl,” mused Viggo lightly. “ And I didn’t tell you to talk,”

“ Welcome to the world of Things Not Going To Plan,” replied Karl grimly.

“ You want me to fetch the gag?” suggested Sean. A look that promised pain and torment aimed itself at Sean from Karl, which was quite impressive for one still on his knees. Sean ignored him happily.

“ I think he’ll behave without it,” replied Viggo after deliberately waiting for a long period to ruin Karl’s nerves. “ Won’t you, Karl?”

There was a growl from the said man that could probably be interpreted as a confirmation. Sean found himself grinning. Viggo, however, still had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“ Do you have a preference, Karl?” he mused. “ Not Orlando, by the way. He’s not that way inclined, are you, love?”

Orlando purred his agreement and pleasure as Viggo rubbed his head. There was a reluctant pause from Karl at this question. Sean could almost hear his mind working. If he said who he preferred, there was no way that this would mean he would get them. Viggo might choose the opposite just to spite him.

“ Does it matter what I want?” asked Karl finally, a hint of his old annoyance making an entrance. Sean watched Viggo shrug.

“ Not particularly. But it’s nice to keep up the pretence, isn’t it?” Viggo went back to rubbing Orlando’s head with all the dedication of a monk with his garden. “ Of course, you don’t have to have anyone at all. I’m sure Sean won’t mind if he slides into Orlando rather than yourself, eh Sean?”

At this point Sean could happily slide into god near anyone as long as they were nearby. He merely managed a nod that wasn’t entirely steady.

“ In which case I choose Sean. Not that I expect this to actually happen, mind you,”

“ Probably wise,” concluded Viggo, rubbing Orli’s head with rapt fascination. “ So, you liked him last time then?” the question was feather light.

Karl, quite sensibly, went quiet. Sean was aware of Orlando watching him steadily, a little more tense in the shoulders. Karl’s dark eyes flickered onto Sean briefly, and Sean could see the calculation behind them. Now was not the time to get Viggo into a towering rage. In fact, a towering anything. Towers were never good, and normally built by people who felt inadequate about something. Look at Saruman, for example.

“ You mean you don’t?” Karl finally countered the question with another question, which was cowardly but prudent. “ You are with him, after all. There’s got to be something other than his general crudity that appeals,”

Viggo was silent, simply watching him. Finally he nodded to Sean briskly, his hand scooping under Orlando’s armpit and pulling him up. Orli bounced up with no problems at all with flexibility, looking at Viggo eagerly waiting instructions. Viggo smiled at him briefly, before his eyes turned back to Sean.

“ Then take him,” he said softly.

Which was exactly what Sean did.

TBC