Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog 38: In Theory
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sean realises that he cannot hide forever from the complexities of psychology, despite a burning desire to do so.

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Dave had vanished. Gone. Run. Abandoned ship. Sean stared after him for the briefest of moments, before jumping to his feet, intending to vanish after him. However, a hand grabbed him roughly by the arm before he could follow the distressed Australian. Sean glanced round to be confronted with an enraged Karl, whose hand was becoming more than a little painful.

“ What the fuck did you do?!” he snapped. Good question. Sean glared back at him having nothing really to comment, the nails on Karl’s hand digging into Sean’s skin. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Viggo move towards them, the older man’s hand resting on Karl’s shoulder in warning which was immediately shrugged off.

“ I didn’t say anything, Karl. I asked him whether he was okay, and he just .. vanished on me!” Sean waved a hand in the direction that Dave had taken, before yanking his arm out of Karl’s grip. This hurt quite a bit, but Sean was determined not to let it show. Karl looked like a wild dog, all staring eyes and sharp pointy teeth that were looking for the slimmest of reasons to be able to sink said teeth into flesh.

“ You must have done something!” Karl ignored Viggo’s presence and took a step forward. “ If you’ve hurt him Bean, I swear I will break every single bone in your body,” There was absolutely no insincerity in Karl’s voice or posture.

“ I didn’t do anything, and you’re hardly helping!” growled back Sean, taking a step towards the door that Dave had gone. Orlando straightened slightly.

” You sure that’s a good idea?” he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on Sean. The blonde paused, staring at him incredulously.

“ Orli, I didn’t do anything,” the shock of being accused was beginning to lose its numbing effect. “ For fuck’s sake! Let me go after him and find out what’s wrong, and then you can do whatever it is you want with me!”

“ So you’re expecting there to be something I need to punish you for?” Karl’s growl hadn’t got any better. Sean gave him a glare that was almost worthy of a demon.

“ No. Just this really isn’t helping anyone, is it?” Sean’s eyes slid to the last person still in the room, the man who was remaining silent and simply watching him as though able to see exactly what happened simply by dubious look alone. The look that Sherlock Holmes would no doubt use whilst deducing a mystery. The look that stated that he alone would be able to control this situation.

Viggo’s eyes rested on Sean’s. Sean looked helplessly back at him.

” Please Vig. Let me go,” he asked softly.

There was a pause. Then finally, slowly, a nod. Sean’s spirit soared a little higher as he turned to leave. Karl darted forward to stop him then suddenly got yanked back, Viggo’s hand a solid force on Karl’s belt. Karl swung back, snarling, but even this didn’t cause a flicker of alarm to cross the older man’s face. Sean took the opportunity to exit, leaving Viggo and Karl to sort out their differences together.

The door led to the hallway and the stairs. After checking the few other rooms downstairs, Sean put a foot on the bottom stair and looked doubtfully upwards before finally climbing them. A quick scout found a darkened bedroom, the only light source being the small amount of dying daylight from the horizon and the street lamp across the way. Dave was sitting on the bed, staring out the window as though turned to stone.

Hesitantly, Sean rapped on the door. Dave didn’t stir, didn’t react. It was as though the noise was happening in someone else’s universe.

“ Dave?” Sean tried again, taking a step into the room. “ You okay, mate?”

As soon as the words had left his mouth Sean realised that this was not the greatest thing to start off with. ‘Okay’ people did not tend to race out of room as though their heels had just been set on fire, neither did they tend to lurk in dark corners of the house trying to pretend that guests were a figment of their imagination. ‘Okay’ people also didn’t tend to have that blank, stone look on their face. In fact, ‘Okay’ people really weren’t David Wenham full stop. Time for a new conversation starter.

“ Dave?” Sean edged closer to him cautiously, as though expecting the man to lash out at him or possibly swing around brandishing a pistol. Dave made no movement to indicate that he might have heard him, no turn of the head. Just that dedicated window watching. Sean sighed softly to himself and moved to sit down beside him, feeling the bed dip as he rested his weight on it. A side glance told him that Dave was still in the World Where Sean Did Not Exist, no doubt with an everlasting ticket.

“ Whatever I did, I’m sorry,” Sean said softly.

“ You didn’t do anything,” came Dave’s voice back. It was almost robotic, a lack of emotion that androids would have been hard pressed to match. It also managed to cause a shiver to come to Sean’s back.

“ You always rush out like you’ve left the gas on?” Sean tried a smile, which was forced through tense muscles. There was a silence that was so thick it could be used for wall insulation. “ You want me to leave?”

" Would asking you do any good?” Dave replied after a while, finally moving his head and staring ruefully at Sean. Sean wasn’t entirely sure how to take that.

" I can get Karl if you want," he hazarded a suggestion. Dave shot this idea down in two seconds with a decisive shake of the head.

" No," he said firmly.

Well, that was one possible escape route out of the way. Sean pondered a little longer, gazing at the younger man thoughtfully. Dave, for his part, didn't seem to care that he was currently the creature under the microscope and seemed content just to go back to staring out the window.

" Then what's the matter, Dave?" Sean asked softly. " I don't think you running from the room was supposed to be part of Viggo's great scheme of things."

There was a snort of laughter from Dave which seemed to mingle sadness with amusement. " No, I suppose it wouldn't be," he said softly. " And we're back to Viggo already. What Viggo wants, and what he's instructed you to do. Sean, you get lent out more times than a library book,"

Sean frowned in surprise, expecting the conversation to have started off being a lot more Dave related. Sean really hadn't been expecting to use his mind that much tonight, but no, he had to get involved with more things that needed him to think. What happened to the easy sex? Where did that sneak off to and leave him with all this consideration about what he was doing?

" So you're saying he's my pimp?" Sean shook his head determinedly, offering a smile to the younger man and hoping the conversation would drift back to the main reason why Dave was upset. " No, Dave, it's fine. Honestly,"

His assurances apparently were being disbelieved. Dave smiled again to himself, a sad little smile that suggested that Dave had already read the last few chapters of an ongoing story and found the ending to be a tragedy. Sean mentally gritted his teeth. Not in his story it wasn’t.

" Dave," Sean put a little more firmness in his voice. " I'm still not entirely sure what you're trying to say, but if you're implying I don't want to be here then you can think again. I'm not just doing it because Viggo told me."

" So you’re here because you're busy feeling guilty about something instead? You’re a guilt addict, Sean.” Dave’s eyes didn’t move from the darkness outside. Sean felt the stirrings of irritation, and promptly felt guilty for that. Damn!

" Would it be too much to consider that I might actually want to be here, to know you intimately?” Sean attempted to keep his voice level.

” Yes,” Dave was much better at keeping his own voice level than Sean, and still sounded as though he was talking in his sleep. “ I’m not important, remember?”

“ That’s not fair, David,” Sean shook his head angrily, not that anyone was watching. “ You know I like you,”

And then finally this managed to get Dave to have a little more enthusiasm for the conversation. Light blue eyes turned to assess him thoughtfully, a patient look that suggested that Sean was only on the first rung of the ladder of understanding, and teetering at that.

“ And that’s the thing, isn’t it Sean?” he commented dully. “ You like me. I like cats. This does not automatically mean that I want to start sexual relationships with the little furry creatures, however,” There was a weary sigh. “ Although I do appreciate the thought. Yours not mine, incidentally.”

“ Dave, I want to do this!” Sean stepped up the protest attack and putting cats on the back burner of the conversation. “ Don’t start analysing this otherwise I’m going to get really confused again, and I just stopped that cycle, remember?”

“ And you’re really confident you’re not just being a good little whore,” Dave looked at him patiently. Sean looked back at him, opened his mouth and found nothing being produced. He slowly closed it again. Dave took in the whitened expression and immediately looked apologetic, as though he had stolen the last of the cookies.

" Sorry," he offered wretchedly. " I didn't mean to hit you with that. But you have to see how it looks, Sean. Sexual relationships should feel natural, progressive. And I shouldn’t feel like I’m about to take advantage. For fuck’s sake, Sean,” Dave shook his head slowly. “ I might have well taken you when you were drunk and offering yourself to me for all the moralistic ground this event gives me,”

Sean paused for the briefest of moments, working out what to say. Dave had gone back to the careful study of the window, allowing him the opportunity to work out an answer or excuse, whichever turned up first. Finally Sean sighed and angrily glanced out the window himself. It was empty and dark out there. Perfect for his current mood. Sean growled something to himself, then looked back at the younger man, knowing a scowl must be already forming on his own face and being unable to control it.

“ Dave, why are you being like this? You must have known what was coming, what Viggo - we - were offering. You got Karl into that daft outfit for a start, and you’re hardly squeaky clean in this whole situation anyway. Remind me again who it was who was busy preparing me for Karl to fuck?” Sean stared at him steadily, trying to make sure he didn’t cross that line into full glare. You didn’t glare at someone like Dave, not unless you wanted to feel like a bully for the rest of the week. However, the cold stare that was suddenly coming from Dave himself was obviously not bothering the younger man in the slightest.

“ That’s not fair,” Icebergs would have shivered.

“ Okay, okay,” Sean shook his head. “ I’m not pressuring you into anything. You want to talk? We can talk. Hell, we can play a game if you wanted, pretend to the others that we were up here screwing our brains out instead,”

“ Such a romantic image,” the icebergs had melted already. Now there was only Dave once again, that weary expression back for another visit. Sean shrugged and glanced down at himself ruefully.

“ I don’t think I’m in the right outfit for romance,” he commented. Dave’s eyes slid down his body.

“ Guess not,” he allowed the slightest of smiles to touch his lips. “ I like the trousers, by the way.”

“ I’d imagine they’d be more appealing as long as it’s not you wearing them,” sighed Sean, moving his leg again and feeling the tightness of the material protest against the action. He eyed Dave curiously. “ How come you managed to get out of the whole dressing up thing?”

“ The master never has to change clothing if he doesn’t wish to,” Dave replied idly.

” Really? Oh…,” Sean wasn’t entirely sure where to look. Dave watched him for a moment then laughed to himself.

“ You thought perhaps that it was Karl who was the master in this house?” there was a level of dry humour in Dave’s voice. Sean offered him a weak smile.

“ Course not,” he lied, then thought about it. “ Well, I guess not after seeing Viggo.. uh… speak to him,”

Dave shook his head, the smile still not fully left from his face. “ I’ve seen the paddle marks, Sean. One of the main reasons why he’s been off from filming is the fact that he can’t actually sit on a horse without wincing. I’m well aware what Viggo did to him,”

Sean eyed him thoughtfully. “ And you don’t have a problem with this?” he asked cautiously. Dave raised an eyebrow.

“ Why would I?” Honest confusion.

How to say this without causing offence… Sean searched for a few moments, then came to the realisation that in all fairness he probably was going to be causing offence no matter how much he beat around the bush.

” Isn’t he your lover?”

There was absolute silence from David. Light blue eyes studied him carefully, as though faced with a completely unexpected situation that was possibly going to blow up in his face.

“ Did he say that?” Dave said after the pause had developed into a mini break. Sean snorted, and waved a hand towards the bedroom door.

“ He’s just threatened to break every bone in my body if I hurt you. And you’ve been touching him since we got here. So yes and no,”

Dave sighed. “ I’m not sleeping with Karl, Sean.”

“ Well, why not?”

“ Beg pardon?” There was a flash of surprise that crossed into Dave’s usually mild mannered expression, as though Sean had just demanded that Dave disappear off to the corner shop wearing only a corset. Sean shrugged. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“ Why aren’t you sleeping with Karl?” he continued on his newly found theme which seemed to have the added bonus of completely stunning any Wenhams in the nearby area.

“ Well, I….,” Dave started then hesitated. “ … you see… uh….,” there was another pause, then a shake of the head. “ You’re fucking blunt, Sean,”

Sean snorted. “ You’re surprised about this? Don’t avoid the question, Davey. Okay, okay, so I like to avoid questions a bit, don’t give me that look, but this doesn’t mean you have to do the same,” Arms were folded as though this would in some way manage to settle the case. David eyed him a little further then looked back out of the window.

“ It wouldn’t be fair on him,” he said softly. There was a pause, then a shrug. “ And he’s never asked,” Dave added even quieter.

“ I’m sure he’d take the risk. And why don’t you ask?” Sean had another look aimed at him.

“ Just a little hypercritical here? Sean, you are the poster boy for not asking questions!” Dave said crossly, staring out of the window as though it was currently playing his favourite film. Sean managed not to shuffle his feet.

” But I asked them eventually,” he replied, green eyes fixed on Dave. Dave snorted amusement without bothering to look around at him.

“ You stumbled into the answers and it took a concussion to do it. Great example there, Sean,” the younger man’s voice was dry.

“ But I got there!” Sean was determined to get there somehow. He glanced towards the bedroom door, then back at David who was doing his level best to ignore his presence. “ I can send Karl up here if you want-“

” NO,” A fired cannonball was less determined than this statement. Sean shut his mouth with a click, eyes widening at the volume. Dave sighed and frowned even harder at his window.

“ Or not..,” Sean said softly, watching the tense suddenly flood through the younger man. “ I don’t understand you, Dave,”

“ I noticed,” replied Dave dully. Sean leant forward, green eyes fixed on him, the anger starting to creep into his conscience without him even realising it.

“ Then for fuck sake’s tell me! What’s going on? Why wouldn't it be fair on him? You like him, don't you?” Sean had a sudden desire to seize hold of Dave’s clothing and simply shake the answer out of him, but knew just as well that this wouldn’t have achieved anything more than a sleepy blink at him. Dave wasn’t entirely unthreatenable, but it was a right bastard when you had someone who didn’t seem to care how much you threatened him with physical violence or shouting or whatever. Your tools of the trade went down dramatically. Sure enough Dave’s eyes were on him in curiosity rather than any type of fear.

Dave finally smiled to himself and looked away.

“ Yes, I like him, Sean. Love him, in fact. But the only problem is that I love you as well, which is a bit of a bastard when it comes to these things,” It was said calmly, without a hint of nerves. In fact without a hint of anything at all, as though Dave was remarking that the night was dark, a simple statement of fact without any expectation of an answer. Which was just as well really. Someone appeared to have stolen Sean’s ability to speak coherently, or, for that matter, at all.

There was a pause that lasted for a good few moments before Dave finally gave him a side glance. Blue eyes slid back to the window again.

“ Yeah, I thought that might be your reaction,” he said mildly. “ Remember to breathe, Sean, there’s a good boy,”

Sean tried to speak again but the words kept getting jammed in his throat. There was the lightest sigh from Dave, and his gaze moved onto Sean again regretfully.

” Have I broken you?” he asked idly.

“ Sorry,” Sean’s voice finally started to obey orders, but it was croaky to say the least. Sean swallowed and tried again. “ I think I must have misunderstood-“

“ I wouldn’t be surprised,” Dave continued in his calm and level voice. “ After all, love isn’t a particularly familiar word in your vocabulary, is it? And I’m always surprised by your lack of observation skills. Are you honestly surprised?”

Sean searched for the appropriate wording. “ More.. astounded,” he managed. Dave eyed him briefly then sighed again.

” I see. And my attention to you didn’t give you the slightest clue?” Dave shook his head and gazed out the window.

” I was probably drunk at the time,” sighed Sean.

“ Quite probably you were,” Dave gave another little shrug of the shoulders. “ And you can calm down now, Sean. I’m well aware you belong to Viggo, even if his tag wasn’t currently hanging around your neck. Viggo’s not as blind as you are. For a long time I’ve been wondering when I was going to get his fist in my face,”

Sean stared at him. “ Viggo would never-“

“ Oh, crap. He would have been tempted if he thought you would actually leave. But there was never any danger of that, we all know it. For all Viggo’s bluster, he found it as hard to stay away from you as you had for him, although he's managed to get himself wound up about the subject. Thank god for Orli’s constant interference getting you two back together as soon as possible, otherwise it probably would have dragged on for twice as long,” Dave seemed completely at ease with the conversation.

Sean, who wasn’t comfortable at all, adjusted his position on the bed and searched for something else to say.

” Well, Karl didn’t help-“ he started but Dave was happy to cut him off on this sentence as well. Obviously the man was picking up a habit.

” Karl was just a suitable excuse. You know how Viggo gets more aggressive when he’s scared. He makes rash gestures, such as the one we’re finding ourselves now,” Dave eyed Sean briefly then snorted to himself. “ Or perhaps you don’t,”

“ You hardly know him,” Sean had a sneaking suspicion he was going to develop a twitch in one eye, his willpower focused on trying to keep his voice as steady and as neutral as Dave managed to keep his. However, this really wasn’t his skill. If Dave noticed the difficulties, he didn’t comment on it.

“ Let’s just say I’ve been studying Viggo, shall we?” he said coolly. “ And from what I’ve found out from that and Orlando’s information-“

“ Orli’s been giving you information?” Sean was entirely sure why he was so flabbergasted. There were only a couple of sources where Dave could have possibly obtained information about Viggo’s past, for example. Dave paused.

” What, you think he just really likes my tea?” There was amusement in his voice. “ I told you previously that he wanted to talk things over with people. Your relationships are hardly the type you can just jump in without background context, otherwise you just come across as a bunch of twisted perverts,”

Sean let the whole twisted pervert thing slide for a moment. “ But .. what has he been saying?”

Dave’s eyes fell on him in interest, as though the younger man was debating whether to comment further on an issue or whether to put it aside as a dangerous aspect to play with. Sean felt his stubbornness settle down for a long night. The blonde folded his arms and stared back at him.

“ Come on, Dave. Don’t give me that sympathetic look and stay silent on me! For fuck’s sake..,” Sean broke off, then shook his head, lowering his voice although keeping the menace within. “ Just tell me, okay?”

Dave watched him for a few moments longer. Finally he smiled sadly to himself and turned his attention back towards the window once again.

“ A number of things,” he said quietly. “ Not least the fact that you and Viggo are remarkably similar in a number of ways. Such a desire to control, for a start,”

“ Control?” snorted Sean. “ Where have you been for the past month? I don’t get control, remember,” Sean put a finger underneath his little collar and tugged it to let the tag jangle. Dave looked amused at him.

” Yes, your little power struggles. That’s the main difference, Sean. Orlando’s happy to simply give up control to Viggo, only taking it back when it suits him to do so. You won’t. I’m sure you would die before you would happily give up all control without a fight. That’s the reason why you acted like you did downstairs, immediately jumping to the defensive. Although I can hardly blame you, given what was requested of you,”

“ That’s not true!” Sean felt wounded. Dave, who had obtained a far away look in his blue eyes, shook his head and idly played with the cover underneath him.

“ If you say so,” Dave traced a pattern on the duvet cover with his finger. “ After all,” he added, his eyes fixed on what his finger was doing. “ denials are such a hard habit to kick, aren’t they Sean?”

Sean growled inwardly.

“ I’m trying to help,” this was forced through gritted teeth and a jaw that felt as though it had been carved out of rock. Dave glanced at him briefly, before relenting and smiling sadly.

“ So was I,” he said softly.

But the sad looks and the soft voices weren’t doing anything to aid Sean’s increasing temper. Fuelled by the frustration, Sean had to take a moment of time out before he trusted himself to speak.

“ You know,” he said slowly. “ You could really become annoying, Dave,”

Dave shifted his position, finally turning to face Sean, blue eyes resting on Sean as though finally seeing him properly after all this time, all but inches separating them. Sean stared back at him, unnerved by the closeness, waiting. The younger man scanned his eyes for a moment before speaking.

” And then what would you do?” he murmured. “ Would you feel the need to correct me?”

“ Correct you…?” Sean began to say when the image struck him with more force than a truck into a wall. He swallowed, trying to get back his former equilibrium, slowly shaking his head. Correct him. Like Viggo corrected his ‘pets’ on a regular basis. Definitely not.

“ Don’t make me out to be someone I’m not,” Sean warned, unable to get the shaking out of his voice. Dave paused, his eyes flickering towards him.

” Of course not. For it has absolutely not relation to the situation we find ourselves, does it?” Dave raised an eyebrow. “ What’s the matter, Sean?” his voice dropped a few levels. “ Correction becoming tempting again?”

Sean growled. “ You’re deliberately trying to wind me up,”

” Am I,” Dave returned to looking out of his window. Sean resisted the urge to grab hold of him and force him to look at him, but resisted in some form or other, his hand clenched into a fist.

“ Just because you’re too scared to go for Karl you want to bounce it all off on me!” the growl was becoming a standard voice tone. Sean was aware of Dave’s silence, the younger man simply waiting for wherever his rant was leading him. The blonde sighed angrily, and looked away himself.

” I’ll go,” he said finally.

” Don’t,” Dave was quick to respond there, at least. Sean stared back at him, surprised by the speed and the intensity of the younger man’s voice. When nothing further produced itself to be considered, Sean decided to start again.

“ Why not?” he asked softly. “ We’re just arguing. You made it perfectly clear you don’t want to do anything with me as a casual fuck, but you then try to ensure that’s all I’d ever be. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just-“

The feel of Dave’s kiss on his lips cut off Sean’s speech, as no doubt it was supposed to have done. And this was no longer the hesitant careful approach that was normally associated with David; hunger, longing and demand spoke clearly through the man’s actions, Dave pulling Sean closer to him, his tongue flickering over Sean’s mouth demanding entrance which was almost too swiftly given to him. After regaining the use of his brain, Sean leant even further into the embrace, hands slowly creeping up to pull Dave’s body even closer, feeling the material of the younger man’s top against his now cold bare skin.

They were like that for several minutes, enjoying each others bodies, the lazy exploration of each other’s mouths. Then slowly, deliberately, acting as though to move faster would be to break things, Dave moved back again, breaking the kiss and looking at him thoughtfully. Sean was already flushed, the cock ring suddenly feeling as though its main aim in life was to squeeze all life out of him, wide green eyes staring back at Dave as though the younger man had grown horns.

“ Okay, you can go now,” Dave said casually. Sean almost fell off the bed.

” What?!”

Amused light blue eyes rested on his shocked face. “ Sorry,” Dave grinned. “ Couldn’t resist.” There was a regretful sigh. “ Although I really shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry,”

” Wait… you still just want me to go?” Sean was struggling to keep up with world events.

Dave looked at him in surprise. “ You planning to abandon Viggo and Orlando?” he said in a voice that suggested that the answer damn well better be ‘no’ otherwise he was going to get extremely upset.

“ Well, no, but-“

“ There’s no but about it, Sean. It would be best for us not to go any further. I’m sorry I put you through that,” Dave’s voice was designed to be as soothing as a hot bath after a long day, honest regret in his voice. “ I just wanted to try a little more of what I was missing. Selfish, I know,”

“ You’re sorry?” Sean stared at him incredulously.

“ Would you please stop emphasising everything. It’s getting a little painful on the ears,” Dave rolled his eyes. “ Yes, I’m sorry. Would you like me to write it down as well?”

“ Dave, I can’t just go,” Sean shook his head stubbornly. “ In fact, I’m not going. You want me gone, you’re going to have to drag me out of here yourself,”

David thought about this carefully, a finger tapping on the bed.

“ And what happens if I just walk out of here?” he queried lightly. Sean hesitated. Dave nodded in understanding. “ Ah, are we talking handcuffs here? I think Viggo has some downstairs. Well, he would, wouldn’t he?” He shrugged lightly. “ Mind you that would be completely coincidental, considering that the pair of you are so dissimilar that-“

” Shut up,” Sean sighed.

“ – that you don’t even use the same phrases, items or indeed vocal tones,” David shrugged again. “ Sean, I’m not like you or Viggo. You don’t have to try and subdue me.”

“ You’re the one talking about walking out the door,” sulked Sean. “ I think I’m looking at some quite impressive evidence to suggest I should at least attempt something.”

“ You really see nothing wrong with this situation, do you?” Dave mused, watching him thoughtfully.

“ For the hundredth time, the situation is fine. For fuck’s sake, this is hardly difficult considering the other things I’ve been experiencing recently!” Sean would have thrown up his hands but you didn’t do that unless you had a desire to be particularly over dramatic. Dave shrugged for the third time in as many minutes.

“ That’s nice. So you’ll know exactly why Viggo doesn’t allow anyone else to touch Orlando and yet he’s more than happy for both Karl and I to put our hands all over you,” Dave took one look at the expression that was currently gracing Sean’s features and sighed regretfully. “ Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that either. I’m not doing well today,”

“ Karl touched Orli before,” Sean’s voice was hesitant. Dave raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything further. Sean frowned. “ He did, or at least was supposed to do so with that whole photograph blackmail, not that he actually got around to doing it. And sure, Viggo wasn’t that willing but then again…,” Sean trailed off, staring at Dave with a scowl, remembering the fact that Viggo actively tried to stop Orlando disappearing for his ‘session’ with Karl. Sean he had just let go without a murmur, even if Viggo did want to repay the guilt at a later stage. And there were very clear guidelines about what Karl could do with Orli during their time at the gym. Sean, however....

“ Okay, why then,” Sean said crossly, knowing he was getting angry at the wrong man yet being unable to stop himself. “You’re the Viggo expert apparently. Sod the fact you haven’t actually slept with him or lived with him for some time. You tell me,” his voice was getting aggressive again and this time he really didn’t care.

David paused for a moment.

“ It’s the same reason why we’re here tonight,” he said gently, his eyes turning back to the window. “ Viggo’s trying to get you to leave,”

Sean simply looked at him silently. Of course it was ridiculous. They had got past all of that stuff, the idea that Viggo was bad for Sean. And Viggo had seemed happier this week, seemed to be getting over everything. Their lives were going back to normal for fuck’s sake! Surely if this had been some elaborate plot it would have happened sooner…

But it wasn’t Viggo who scheduled it this late, whispered a traitorous part of his mind. It was Dave.

Sean shook his head and growled.

“ Bollocks,” he snapped a little too hard, although Dave didn’t even bother to react. After a few more moments, Sean shook his head again. “ No. It’s not true and, more the point, it’s not working if it was! What was the plan? Being mean to me? Hell, he’s scared the living daylights out of me on more than one occasion and I’m still here!”

There was a gentle sigh from Dave. “ A couple of ways,” he said, almost grudgingly. “ But the most important part of it is that I’ve already been singled out as your rescuer. Your Prince Charming, if you will, come to save you from a lifetime of toil and trouble, dodgy magical pumpkins and evil-doers,”

Sean stared at him incredulously for a few moments before remembering to engage his vocal chords at warp factor five.

“ What? That’s ridiculous! He knows I’m his! I thought this was just a way of making it up to you because of what happened before?” Sean shook his head decisively. Dave shrugged again.

“ And you couldn’t have bought me a bottle of wine for that? How many more people do you know who offers their partner as a sex slave for the evening?” Dave’s fingers trailed over Sean’s shoulder briefly, before there was a rueful smile and the hand dropped again. “ Speak to Orli, Sean. He knows the how, what and why. All I know is this Viggo’s way of self destructing, and you’re happy to help him,”

Sean’s gaze dropped to study his own feet, trying to both simultaneously understand what Dave was saying whilst also pushing thoughts of Disney movies to one side. Prince David the rescuer. The man who Viggo knew already loved Sean, the man who had already looked after him when he was down and all but suicidal. It would be so easy to simply allow Dave into his life, move their friendship that little bit further and into a permanent relationship, and that’s obviously what Viggo focused on. Dave was right. If Viggo really did think that another man was moving onto his territory, the fist would have made an appearance much earlier than this…

Growling to himself, Sean looked up, focusing on Dave.

“ You said there were a couple of ways,” his voice sounded rough already. “ What else am I missing?”

The younger man eyed him thoughtfully, as though he was more than a little reluctant to speculate. Finally, with a sigh, Dave looked away.

“ I understand that there’s some huge shadowy figure lurking in the background entitled Abusive Ex-Boyfriend,” Dave said quietly. “ It took a lot to get it out of Orlando and he wouldn’t elaborate any further that the bare details, but if Viggo has gone through a period of abuse then it’s quite possible that he’s… well… showing you what it took for him to come to terms with the relationship he was in. What he had to go through before he took the step to leave,”

Bright blue eyes darted to Sean, as though Dave was worried that Sean was taking it the wrong way. Sean shook his head again, frowning to himself. This was all so wrong that it needed a full day just to come to terms with how wrong it was. There was no way Viggo would do this to him. Just because he might be a little similar to Viggo in terms of personality and so on did not mean he would automatically go through it again. Just because Viggo had been used as a whore for his Ex’s amusement did not mean that he was doing the same to Sean…

Sean growled again, and stared up at him.

“ You’re talking about some sort of cycle of abuse, yeah? That I’m some sort of echo of Viggo? But that’s utter crap! I’m hardly forced down by a group of people….,” Sean trailed off uncertainly, suddenly remembering that in the whole orgy thing groups of people were an added requirement. He shook his head a little harder, as though this would in some way change the horrible thought that was running through his mind. “ No. Despite his ability to be a wanker on occasion, Viggo wouldn’t do that to me. I know it. I know him. Dave, you can’t .. it’s not the same… For fuck’s sake, I walked through that door!”

“ Oh, was Viggo frogmarched into a rape?” Dave looked a little startled, as though the younger man had suddenly faced a nastier version of the history he had been told. Sean gritted his teeth, remembering only too well that Viggo had equally walked into his own torture only to find the rules had changed when his back was turned. But that was ridiculous. Dave and Karl were hardly people who were likely to become aggressive on him.

However, it seemed they were allowed to do whatever they wanted. And that meant no holds barred…

“ He wouldn’t,” he said again, but the words were weak. Sean growled again to himself and slid off the bed, aware that the light blue eyes were following him. He ran a hand through dirty blonde hair and stared back at him angrily, feeling the uncertainty boil into something he could understand, the anger, the frustration. Dave didn’t flinch away, soft eyes on him awaiting his response patiently.

“ So what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Sean snapped back at him. Dave didn’t flinch at this anger either, almost welcoming the anger as though he was drawing strength from it.

“ Do something that Viggo never did during his period of abuse victim,” Dave shrugged lightly. “ Prove to him you’re not the same. There must be something that’s dramatic,”

Sean paused, thinking of that night when Viggo had lain under him, the time when he slid into his willing body, Viggo’s gasps of pleasure echoing in his mind. The fact that this event managed to shock Orlando into silence proved how dramatic the damn thing was.

“ Actually,” he said slowly. “ I think there might be. But I’ve already done it. So you can’t be right,”

Dave kept a tactful silence, as though happily reminding Sean of all the times the blonde had been so far off the mark he was in danger of shooting himself in the foot. Sean growled and started to pace the floor, trying to force away the memory that Viggo gave himself up in some sort of repayment.

“ So, what, now to show I love him I’ve got to disobey his orders?” he ran through the concept in his mind. For fuck’s sake! Could the goalposts stay still for a moment? Sean ran his tongue over his bottom lip and looked up at Dave again as though in confirmation. “ I’ve got to break this cycle of his?”

“ Well, that’s one choice. I could be wrong on the whole thing, you know. Just opinion,” Dave looked cautious, as though worried he was going to cause more harm.

There was a pause. Sean’s mind focused on a possibility, enhanced it… Finally Sean looked back up at Dave with a steady expression, fighting back the relieved grin in case it jinxed it.

” I’ve got an idea,”

“ Really? I thought you were allergic to them,” Dave’s eyes glinted amusement for a moment. Sean resisted the urge to cuff him and simply allowed himself a patient sigh. The younger man looked back at the window like a moth to a flame. “ Sorry,”

“ That’s okay. You’ve got a way of making it up to me,”

The younger man looked back at him suspiciously, as though expecting some elaborate trick. Sean felt his own expression grow more predatory, the formation of his little ‘freedom’ break growing steadily in his mind. One thing Viggo really didn’t have in his own period of torment was control. Any sort of control. He was simply a victim to use.

Sean’s hand rested on Dave’s shoulder gently, the younger man staring back at him with wide blue eyes and more nervousness than a basketful of rabbits near a fox, suddenly realising that Sean was getting very close and with a look that normally resided on hungry dogs near a butchers. He could see the Australian swallow, then shake his head, the cool resourceful man of a few minutes ago reduced to a bag of nerves.

“ Sean, I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” Dave wasn’t quite stammering, but there was an element to suggest that he really wanted to.

“ But did you want to do it?” Sean asked softly. “ Sod the good idea, Dave,” His finger gently traced the man’s cheek, feeling the scratchy stubble under the soft pad of his finger. Dave shivered and tried to pull away. The attempt failed miserably.

“ This is your way of breaking free?” the younger man faltered in his words as Sean moved closer and gently pressed a kiss to the Australian’s lips, his hand still on the warmth of Dave’s shoulder, feeling the sudden tremble that flooded the man’s body. This probably wasn’t fair, and would also probably cause Karl to want to smash every bone in his body at least twice, but there had been worse sacrifices out there.

“ You got a problem with it?” Sean breathed.

“ Well, actually, yes,” However, on the whole struggling part, Dave really wasn’t winning. By the dazed look Dave was giving him, Sean wasn’t entirely sure whether he hadn’t hypnotised him entirely although at least he didn’t have to wave a pocket watch in front of his nose.

“ Karl?” Sean paused to kiss him again.

“ He’s not my lover, remember?” Dave’s voice sounded as though it had been used far too much recently, the power almost completely gone.

” Does that matter?” Sean’s hand caressed Dave’s shoulder gently. “ Is he part of the problem?”

“ Partly. The other part being, of course, that you are acting like a wanker here,” There was suddenly a stubborn look that crossed into Dave’s eyes, although his voice had still gone AWOL. Sean moved his hand again, feeling Dave tremble under his touch.

“ I probably am. I learnt from the best,” Sean shrugged. “ And that bit you can’t change. Karl, however…,”

Dave gave a snort of laughter. “ You’re giving me romantic advice?” he said, almost to himself. “ If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. Get your own house in order before you start re-decorating mine, Sean,”

“ Didn’t you want to know what the plan was?” Sean’s voice lowered slightly. Dave eyed him thoughtfully.

“ Out of morbid curiosity, I guess so,” he said grudgingly. “ After all, your plans are a little like an eclipse of the sun in their regularity.”

Sean moved forward, kissing him again, allowing the embrace to deepen. As soon as he felt Dave all but melt against him, the blonde moved back, watching him with a cat-like green stare. A sulky look settled itself on Dave’s face with the dedication that suggested it was going to be there for some time.

“ This isn’t fair,” he warned.

“ Probably. I need you, Dave. I don’t trust anyone else,” Sean stroked Dave’s face lightly with a finger, watching the sulky expression turn into something more guarded. “ Do this orgy for me. Please,”

“ What, to try and confirm your whore status, or simply to allow Viggo a Big Red Self-Destruct Button for ease of access?” Dave struggled briefly against Sean’s grip, but there was no real fight behind it. The pain in his eyes was only too real, though, the younger man unable to look Sean in the eye. Dave shook his head. “ No. I’m not fucking you,”

“ I know,” Sean captured Dave’s chin under one hand and lifted his head, green eyes the calmest they had been for a while. “ I’m going to be fucking you,”

There was a pause. Dave frowned at him, uncertain, not bothering to free himself from Sean’s grip.

“ What?” he said finally.

“ You heard,” Sean was all but purring. Dave’s eyes narrowed a little further, still uncertain of the punch-line but knowing there had to be one.

“ And that’s your plan?” he said finally and a little dubiously when no further information approached the conversation. Sean shrugged.

” Works for me. It breaks the cycle for this bit, ruins the whole victim aspect, and will prove to you once and for all that Karl is more into you than you’ll allow him to be. Sure, I might get a little pummelled for it, but it’s all worth it. And Viggo’ll be able to control Karl, should it come to it,” Sean was watching the uncertainty in Dave’s eyes carefully. He lowered his voice again, as though they were two lovers sharing a moment and possibly a box of Milk Tray chocolates. “ Come on, Dave. I want you. You want me. We’ll show Karl and Viggo exactly what they’re missing, and Orlando’ll just enjoy the show. Come downstairs with me, and we’ll show them,”

Dave was silent. In fact his whole body seemed devoid of energy, as though Sean’s touch had zapped it all. Only those large, luminous eyes contained any confirmation that there was still a living, breathing creature within Dave’s shell. Sean cocked his head to one side, watching him.

“ You game?” he asked gently.

And Dave opened his mouth with his answer.

*

It would have been nice to say that there was utter silence as they came back into the room, but reality being as it was the scene was always going to be a little messier. However, it was damn near close to silence. Karl was pretty much as they had left him, although a little more sullen and a little less undressed, staring at the doorway as though the pair had somehow offended him. Orlando was flushed, panting but still staring at them with a shocked expression as though they were the last people he expected to come through the door. And Viggo was just looking at them silently with that typically neutral Viggo expression, allowing you to imagine all sorts of things running through his mind. It could be peaceful. It could be dangerous.

Sean glanced towards Dave who was standing quietly to the blonde’s side. Dave’s eyes flickered towards him; a ghost of a smile flickered in the corner of his mouth before disappearing as swiftly as it came, the Australian looking more businesslike than Sean had ever seen him before.

The blonde glanced back at the little silent audience, and almost met Karl’s snarling glare head on. Sean only hoped Dave was also seeing this, otherwise he was in for an unnecessary pounding when Karl finally managed to sneak out of Viggo’s grasp. The path of true love never did run smooth, or, for that matter, painlessly.

Speaking of the path of true love, Sean also wasn’t sure what to make of the whole Viggo equation. The man’s expression was so difficult to read in every day situations, and even now Viggo managed to have neutral body language which was bloody inconvenient. Sean’s own body language was carefully controlled, his back straight, shoulders squared, looking like he was off to win a war and be back in time for breakfast.

If this backfired, he was so far in the shit he was going to need a snorkel.

“ You okay, Dave?” That was little Orli, current peacekeeper. There was an immediate look from Viggo at the younger man which suggested that not everything was fine under the surface, but Sean wasn’t too concerned about that at this point in time. No, that could be left until later when he was busy examining the shattered pieces of his relationship. Now was the time to put stage one of the plan in action.

Resisting the urge to give Dave another glance, Sean walked forward calmly, ignoring the incredulous look that Orlando was giving him and completely bypassing the murderous expression on Karl’s face before finally standing in front of Viggo. They eyed each other silently for a moment, before Sean gracefully dropped to one knee, head bowed briefly before looking up again.

It was the type of look that a knight gave to his king, or indeed a steward might give to the King of Gondor. A submission of respect. Or at least that was the plan. Sean hadn’t been expecting one of the toughest acting breaks to be part of a Saturday night orgy, but you never could tell in this business. Also, this particular suggestion was one of Dave’s, who tended to be a little more on the ball when it came to what was likely to work.

Sliding smoothly back to his feet, Sean looked back at Viggo. Well, the expression he found there could have been worse. It could have been a little better as well. Neutrality had moved into thoughtful neutrality, and there was nothing than could pluck Sean’s paranoia so much as a thoughtful Viggo. That mind worked at an alarming rate, and seemed to have plenty of ideas.

After counting to at least twenty, Sean slowly moved back towards the doorway where Dave was still waiting for him. Light blue eyes shifted his way in acknowledgement of his arrival. They looked at each other for the required ten seconds – Sean was desperately trying to count in a normal fashion inside his head – before the blonde leant forward and kissed the redhead again, moving easily into a long, lingering and utterly screen-worthy kiss. It was the type that was done for an audience rather than personal satisfaction, mostly because personal satisfaction was normally not the pretty kiss that the audience wanted to see. Reality was nice and messy. Lust was way, way messier.

Sean couldn’t see Karl’s eyes but he knew damn well they would be on him like a pit bull terrier on a rabbit. He could almost feel the burning on the back of his neck as he continued the kiss, feeling Dave move closer to him, feeling the younger man’s hard length pressed against him just as Sean acknowledged the fact that his own aching erection was demanding some sort of satisfaction as soon as possible. It was all he could do to keep his hips still rather than grind them into the smaller man in front of him. Again, that just wouldn’t be screen worthy.

Hands carefully on Dave’s body, Sean broke off the kiss, smiling into his eyes briefly before glancing back at movement behind him. Which was just as well he did, really. Tigers didn’t tend to strike if you were looking at them.

Obviously the fast movement had also attracted other people’s attention.

“ Karl!” There was no mistaking the shocked tones in Dave’s voice. Karl stopped immediately, although his dark and smouldering glare didn’t shift from Sean. Feeding time at the zoo, then. Out of the corner of his eye, Sean noticed Viggo finally step forward, taking a few paces towards them as though a hunter stalking his prey.

“ Karl,” Viggo’s warning was firm, as was the instruction. Karl smouldered a little longer, then grudgingly glanced back at Viggo like Kipling’s Cat Who Walked By Himself, an animal who relied on tricks rather than goodwill and servitude to be able to make his way in the world. Viggo raised an eyebrow. And it was a damn good eyebrow too, one that spoke of instructions and words that had more than one syllable.

Finally, Karl looked back at Sean hard, then moved back. Sean had a sneaking suspicion if he could grumble he would be doing it. Viggo folded his arms and looked at Dave.

“ You okay?” he echoed Orlando’s original question that had been carefully sidetracked by everyone as one of those questions you probably should just avoid for your mental wellbeing. Orli himself had already crossed the distance between himself and Karl, and had rested one hand on Karl’s shoulder in a comradely gesture, his eyes fixed on Dave in genuine interest.

Dave shrugged. “ Shall we go for yes?” he suggested. Viggo narrowed his eyes.

“ Do I want to know what that actually means?” he queried. “ Or is this another thing that you’d like to keep secret?”

“ Did we come here to talk, Viggo?” Dave said just as casually, his eyes fixed on the older man. Viggo looked at him for a moment with a look that suggested that he was all but reading Dave’s mind, before he gave a light chuckle and glanced towards Sean. Sean straightened his back and returned the gaze, fighting the automatic reaction to bow down to his orders.

Viggo shifted his weight onto the ball of his foot and slowly moved off, his hand drifting to touch Karl’s still mostly shiny chest and test the material between two fingers slowly.

“ You’re right, of course,” Viggo continued the conversation as though there hadn’t been a huge lag in between sentences. “ I suppose we’re not here to talk as such. You still want your brother, Faramir?”

“ If you give your steward up that easily, sire, then certainly I will accept him,” Dave spoke mildly and softly, as though his vocal chords hadn’t quite caught up with the topic of conversation. “ But I doubt in the manner that you assume,”

Viggo looked back at him hard, the neutrality slipping once again like a bar of soap in the shower of life. Dave looked back at him calmly, then put his hand on Sean’s arm.

“ I’m sorry, am I disturbing you?” he queried lightly, his eyes kept on Viggo, his hand running up Sean’s arm gently to rest on his shoulder. Sean stayed perfectly still, as though trying not to attract any further attention. His eyes flickered on Viggo, who was rapidly approaching the level of annoyance that Karl was still displaying. There was a damn good possibility that they were both going to end up dead on this one.

There was the faintest sigh from the other member of the room. Sean’s eyes slid to the youngest member of the group who was still stood behind Karl. Dark brown eyes met his steadily before Orlando winked and leant over to place a kiss on Karl’s neck. The effect was electric. Having spent all his energy glaring death threats at Sean, Karl really hadn’t been expecting it. The resulting yelp was decidedly high pitched.

There was an amused chuckle from Orlando and the younger man moved again, his hands on Karl’s back, exploring the material, his eyes meeting Sean’s again in what could only be a conspiratorial manner. Apparently Orli didn’t mind who he was being sneaky for, as long as it got him some action quickly. Or whatever reason the younger man held for his actions. It might be entirely noble. Or not.

Karl’s eyes were fixed on Dave a little longer, before they drifted closed under Orlando’s talented ministrations. Orlando’s hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, squeezing hard muscles in his hands as though he was testing the weight, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling with excitement and amusement. Sean pulled Dave closer to him whilst trying to ignore the annoyed look that crossed Viggo’s face at this action, but he couldn’t quite ignore the fact that it took quite a tug to get Dave to move initially towards him. No wonder Viggo decided to use a whip to emphasis his instructions.

However, the necessity of a tug was a once only event. Past that point, Dave was unstoppable and relentless, his hands immediately on Sean’s body so quick that it was like making love to two different people. Sean was quick to retaliate, his kiss hard and demanding, his hands already pulling at Dave’s clothing, demanding his nudity as quickly as possible. There was the faint sound of material ripping, which presumably was the t-shirt. Based on the colour, this was no big loss either.

Once they had started Sean didn’t want to look at Viggo, couldn’t look at Viggo, and by the dedicated way that Dave trained his eyes on Sean’s chest he had a sneaking suspicion Dave didn’t want to look at Karl either. Obviously Orlando had already worked this one out as he was all but providing a running commentary in the background, low enough not to grate on Viggo’s nerves but involved enough for Sean to know that Karl was getting the Orlando Bloom treatment With Knobs On. Every so often there was a low gasp from Karl that intersected Orli’s banter, the occasional growl, and more than a little panting.

Not that they weren’t involved in more than a little heavy breathing themselves. Dave’s chest was now bare, the heat of his skin pressed against Sean’s own, his eyes just inches away from Sean’s green ones. A tongue ran across Dave’s bottom lip as though desperately seeking a source of moisture, his eyes wider than the average startled kitten although with a desperate hunger burning at the centre of them. Sean groaned weakly as Dave ran his tongue over the ridges of his shoulder and playfully nipped the skin, whilst the Australian’s hand gently brushed against the front of Sean’s Tighter than Tight trousers in a manner that should be banned by all countries as an example of unreasonable torture.

Mind you, Sean’s hands were not exactly gentle. Pushing the younger man away, Sean’s hands scrabbled at Dave’s belt as though seeking a lifeline, all but ripping open the trousers once again.

“ You are going to look so gorgeous when you’re being fucked,” That was Orlando again, and presumably these breathy words were for Karl’s ears unless Viggo really was having a change of character. Not that Viggo wouldn’t – didn’t – look gorgeous when he was being fucked, mind you. The idea of persuading Viggo to do it again flickered in Sean’s mind once more, a suitable way of breaking the cycle, but Sean forced it down again. Thoughts like that were mutiny. Thoughts like that still held the death penalty. One serious beating at a time, please.

“ Get these off,” hissed Sean, tugging at the trousers. “ Now,”

Not please. Not thanks. Not anything that might suggest that this was anything other than controller and controllee, and this was both surprisingly easy and surprisingly difficult; difficult in the sense that Sean hated to think that there might be reluctance dwelling somewhere in the depths of Dave, the man just going through it as a result of some weird loyalty. Easy in the sense that, despite everything, Dave was incredibly fuckable, eyes almost pleading to take him hard, fast and… bloody hell Sean was going to have to think of something else otherwise he was going to come in his pants and ruin everything.

Dave meanwhile was being a good little boy and ridding himself of his clothing. There was a new cautious look on his face as though the show had progressed to levels he wasn’t entirely sure about, but this didn’t stop his hands from moving. Sean noticed the little flicker of eyes towards Karl, then they were back again, waiting.

God, this feeling of power was intoxicating. No fucking wonder Viggo got addicted.

Sean allowed his hands to roam freely, smoothing over firm muscle and light reddish hair, before pulling Dave closer again, cupping his arse and all but grinding his hips with Dave’s. Dave softly whimpered his need, teeth closing on his bottom lip again, then the eyes were open and flashing with a danger that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a hunting jaguar.

They needed to do something now before the temperature of their bodies rose to lava levels. Sean glanced to the side, searching for a suitable spot, his eyes almost drawn to the sofa.

No.

Fucking hell, no.

And yet the sofa beckoned as the most logical place. It was either that or fuck on the floor, and Karl really didn’t go in for the big comfortable rugs that might have made this possible. Green eyes flickered to the sofa again as though the piece of furniture was somehow stalking them. Dave noticed the direction of Sean’s attention and glanced at the sofa in surprise, before looking back at him cautiously.

“ You’re not still affected by that..?” Dave murmured his question. Sean opted not to answer. Of course by doing so he almost screamed the answer without saying a word. Horrified understanding crossed Dave’s face, before the man moved to the sofa without making another sound. Sean, who had a significant amount of balance resting on Dave’s position, almost fell forwards as a Wenham shaped space suddenly appeared in front of him.

The sofa apparently was due for an exorcism.

Without Dave immediately in front of him drawing his attention away from the main room, Sean was suddenly more aware of the surrounding area. Orlando’s murmuring had died down as Dave had stepped away, as though the younger man was expecting another Fast Exit from the Australian. Finally, Sean managed to grab his courage enough to be able to look over his shoulder, trying to keep the neutral expression carefully on his face.

The fact that Viggo wasn’t immediately glaring at him was a relief, although Sean had a stab of fear that the man had mentally left him, that Viggo had surrendered his personal hold over Sean to another owner. However the sharp look that Sean received once Viggo had worked out that Sean's attention had shifted from Dave solved this, only for the fears to be replaced by the realisation that Sean really was going to die tonight. The older man was positioned closely to Karl, as though Viggo really was up for continuing the ‘game’ or at least up for some sort of tit-for-tat with Dave.

Orlando had been a busy boy, not that this was in any way unusual. Karl’s top had now vanished to pastures new, the man breathing heavily as Orlando’s hands explored and caressed his chest from behind, the younger man stuck so closely to Karl’s rear that he could have been superglued in place. Viggo had taken up the front, his hand playing with the many zips on Karl’s trousers in the way that suggested he was simply tormenting, pretending that relief was but a zip pull away.

Viggo’s sharp look was very difficult to pull away from. Sean stared helplessly at him, like a mouse caught in a cobra’s gaze, before shaking himself mentally and turning to look back at Dave who was already waiting for him on the Dreaded Death Sofa Of Doom ™. Sean’s groin, who apparently cared not for sofa fears, gave another immediate throb of pleasure at the sight of the Australian all but laid out ready for him, blue eyes watching, waiting.

Resisting another look back at Viggo, Sean took a step towards the sofa. A desperate and pleading groan came from behind him, Karl by the sound of it, the torment taking another new step. Sean could almost feel Viggo’s grin from here, not that the man normally grinned. The grin was all in the eyes.

Dave’s expression hadn’t changed at Karl’s moan, but neither had his stiff posture, the Australian looking directly at Sean as though the blonde allowed him the opportunity to escape from the real world. Sean attempted a smile which came out more of a grimace, crossing the distance and forcing himself to kneel on the sofa beside Dave, a hand sliding down the younger man’s side to rest on the firm roundness of the redhead’s backside. There were no objections to the mischievous hand; Dave simply looked back at him as though wandering hands were all in a day’s work, his rock hard erection happily showing the world his attraction to the situation.

And this was getting far too gentle. Viggo wouldn’t have done this. Hell, Karl didn’t do this. Sean gripped hold of the ‘Master’ feeling and hung onto it for all it was worth, looking down at Dave as though the younger man had some how managed to annoy him in some way. This didn’t seem to have too much effect, but at least it allowed Sean to get to a position where he might actually fuck him rather than simply touch.

“ Roll over,” Sean ordered in a voice that sounded worryingly hoarse. Dave obliged without a murmur, rolling onto his belly and going so far as to raise his hips in such an inviting way that Sean almost came from the sight of it. He could see the tremble in Dave’s muscles, the way that despite his silence and his cool expression the man was desperately trying to regain control over himself, and in a moment of evil plotting decided to make it even harder for him. At the feel of Sean’s tongue lazily licking up his back, Dave moaned something unintelligible, shivering harder, the taste of salty sweat and Dave mixing in Sean’s mouth. Sean moved to cover Dave’s body with his own, nipping at his neck, his shoulders, not entirely caring what he was doing as long as something was touching the younger man underneath him.

He was half expecting being pulled off by Karl at any moment, and when he glanced to his left he could see exactly why he wasn’t. The little caress was not being overlooked by Mr Urban in any way, shape or form. A glare was aimed directly at him, as though almost promising injuries such any part of Dave be returned damaged; however, the fact that Viggo was blocking his path prevented Karl from actually making his annoyance shown. Obviously Dave on Sean was fine; Sean on Dave presented a whole new can of worms.

“ Your lover wants to kill me,” Sean murmured in Dave’s ear. Dave moved as though startled, his eyes opening with a glance towards Karl. The blonde could almost see Karl back down, although this was probably aided by the fact that Viggo had unzipped part of his trousers and Orlando was stepping up the attack from the rear.

“ This wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” Dave’s murmur came back. “ Not originally,”

Sean was about to comment further when the realisation struck again with more force than a baseball bat. Of course this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. In everyone else’s universe, Sean was a good little slave and a good little whore. Him being the top guy to Dave was apparently something that Karl hadn’t considered. Perhaps it was more than just Viggo’s assumptions that were being broken here.

” So you’re not protesting he’s your lover?” pressed Sean softly. Dave growled underneath him and bucked his hips, grinding them against Sean’s erection.

” If you’re fucking me, fuck me. Stop messing around,” the volume of the words were minor, but the force behind them was unmistakable.

“ Submissive, remember?” Sean was already looking for anything that might be considered lubrication. A tube hit him on the shoulder and bounced to the floor. The blonde glanced up to Orlando’s wide grin, the younger man having briefly abandoned Karl to go item hunting. That was it. Orli was going to get so many treats when Sean got home he was going to put on two stones in weight. Sean winked back at him, grabbed the tube and popped the lid off the tube with a hand. The sofa beckoned evilly. Sean found that suddenly his hand was trembling, which certainly wasn’t what he had planned.

Dave glanced over his shoulder as things failed to happen to him. Sean was still staring down at him with a face that suggested that unimaginable horrors were currently occurring in his mind, which indeed they were. Sean could almost feel someone else’s hand pressing down on his shoulder, forcing him down. The look on his face must have been quite impressive as Dave immediately pressed up against him, like a cat rubbing its body against a friend to show support.

“ It’s okay, Sean,” Dave murmured. “ If I didn’t want to be here, you’d know about it,”

Yes, he probably would. And that was because Dave wasn’t a slut as Sean was, would actually fight back if he was asked to do something he didn’t want to do. Sean couldn’t – didn't – and now he was stuck with one of the most ridiculous phobias on the planet. This was idiotic. He didn’t have a fear of Karl, who was the source of the problem, just this bloody sofa. His mind must be having a laugh somewhere along the lines…

Sean seized hold of his control and forced his hand to touch Dave again, the younger man purring his pleasure in this. Obviously in his route to show he wasn’t being forced Dave was going to be more vocal than the average choir, which would certainly be an interesting experience. The sounds were also being echoed in the centre of the room by Orlando, who hadn’t spared the horses in getting back into the action.

There was a brief glance to the side in order to work out what was happening, or at least whether Viggo had worked out that all was not well in the world of Sean. On the basis of the position that Viggo was in, Sean had a sneaking suspicion that it was going to manage to slip him by; Viggo was systematically stripping Orlando, his mouth hard and aggressive on the younger man as though this was some sort of punishment. Karl was the only one who glanced evilly in Sean’s direction but even this stopped as soon as Viggo had released Orlando from his hold. Sean realised that the older man was deliberately not looking his way; no one could be that focused without being actually hypnotised. Was this Viggo leaving him alone with his new ‘partner’ or was it simply the fact that the older man couldn’t bring himself to watch them?

Sean really, really hoped for the latter.

This was becoming more of a torment than he had ever imagined possible, but he had to do it. Apparently.

“ Uh, Sean?” that was Dave again, poking him back into the real world. Sean mentally shook himself and focused back on his lover, allowing his eyes to drift across Dave’s back and buttocks in appreciation, feeling the familiar throb as he did so. Or not quite so familiar, anyway – the stupid cock ring was only too happy to press against him, reminding him of its presence in every movement Sean did. Obviously his body was more than happy to accept the sacrificial offering of Dave Wenham, regardless of the moralistic ground.

To the side of him, orders were being given to Karl. Orlando’s moaning suddenly increased ten fold as the Kiwi took Orlando’s length into his mouth, Viggo positioning himself behind the kneeling Karl with a focused look on his face. Sean’s eyes weren’t the only ones moving to watch this; Dave was watching with a quietly stunned expression, as though he had witnessed an alien abduction first hand.

“ I knew he’d done it before,” murmured Dave, and through his surprise Sean could still hear the rough edges of lust in the man’s voice. “ but I never thought Karl would just let Viggo do it without a fight about everything… for crying out loud, could you just fuck me, Sean?”

There was no mistaking the desperation and longing in that tone. Dave’s eyes were fixed on Karl, who was still sucking on Orli whilst Viggo’s hand finger fucked him. The easy access of the zips in the trousers was working well, Karl’s thighs still encased in tight leather and shining in the light. There was a light groan from both Dave and Karl as Viggo changed fingers for his cock, forcing his way into Karl who had no choice but to stop pleasuring Orlando before teeth met sensitive flesh. Karl’s groan grew shakier.

Sean shook himself again, and ran his fingers down Dave’s cleft. There was no subtlety as Dave raised his hips in invitation, trying to speed him up, Dave’s forehead now pressed down onto the sofa. And the careful actions Sean had planned somehow escaped him entirely; one finger pressed easily into Dave, the younger man moaning his approval, shifting his hips to try and get Sean to react a little more.

One finger almost immediately became two, although even through the lust filled mind that Sean currently possessed he realised that the speed of the foreplay shouldn’t be increased any further. Dave was extremely tight as it was; Sean would be looking at a new guilt level if he managed to hurt or rip the younger man, not to mention the fact that Karl would come down so hard on him that it might have been less painful to be trapped under a rockslide.

Not that Dave was helping to slow things down. Seemingly uncaring that the muscles in his body were resisting Sean as much as possible, the younger man was pushing back on the blonde’s fingers harder, circling his hips, giving little grunts of effort and pleasure. Sean had a sudden urge to spank him in order to regain at least a little more control over the proceedings, although he obviously didn’t do that sort of thing. That was Viggo. Sean was his own man, with his own desires, and overlapping was definitely not….

Oh, who was he kidding.

Dave, who hadn’t been expecting it, gave a yelp as a sharp slap landed on right buttock. Thankfully Karl was too into the fact that Viggo’s length was buried deep in him to notice, although Sean noted the fact that Orli glanced at him in interest before shutting his eyes again as Karl worked his cock with his mouth.

Sean leant forward a little more, his fingers still stretching.

“ Behave,” he warned. Dave growled.

” Get on with it! God, you’re slow, Sean.” Dave’s voice was already half panting.

“ You want another slap?” Sean raised an eyebrow, not that Dave could see it. There was a squirm against his fingers, but either protests or apologises failed to turn up in the general conversation. Sean smiled to himself and twisted his fingers slightly, rewarded by a sharp gasp and a feel it in the bones moan of content pleasure. The Australian nudged back against his fingers, demanding in a silent manner, moving his hips in a way that suggested that Dave was happy to do most things in order to get more stimulation.

And it was rapidly reaching a place where it was difficult to refuse him. The pull of simply burying himself in the younger man lying in front of him was increasing by every second, tripling at every purr and moan and whimper, ruining any self- control that Sean once possessed. Of course, he would have to get himself out of these ruddy trousers first before he managed to castrate himself.

This was easier said than done. Sweat and tense muscles conspired against him when it came to smoothly pulling the damn things off, and Sean was almost certain that he heard a rip of some sort of material, possibly the thin liner on the inside of the trousers. But finally he was free; the cooler air of the room hit him almost solidly, fighting against the heat of his skin and more the point his groin. But now really wasn’t the time to start focusing on this sort of thing, not with Dave watching him through slitted eyes and with an amused smile on his face which just asked to be removed.

Smearing himself quickly, Sean repositioned himself on the sofa, his desires swallowing his phobias, his eyes only for the smooth body underneath him. Dave nudged back again, his forehead returning to rest on the sofa as he waited. Only sparing the briefest consideration to the cock ring – when DID you take it off anyway? – Sean slowly began to push into him, his hands on Dave’s sides, concentration torn between focusing on Dave’s movements and simply enjoying the feel of velvet tight heat surrounding him. How he managed not to thrust forwards harder would be a mystery forever.

Dave arched his back slightly, a strangled gasp escaping from him. As Sean attempted to slow down, Dave immediately pushed backwards, impaling himself on Sean’s length with a groan and a tremble and a very shaken Sean behind him. Sean was only half aware of the noises of activity to the side of him, his hands gripping hold of Dave’s hips so hard that it was amazing that the Australian wasn’t begging to be released. But of course Dave, sweet, innocent, delicate little Dave, wasn’t begging for anything except for speed and power, trying to fight against Sean’s instructions in a manner that suggested that the master-servant relationship was having a radical rethink.

“ Behave!” growled Sean in Dave’s ear again, pressing his chest to Dave’s back. There was a shaky laugh from the man underneath him.

“ Make me,” Even through the panting and the gasps, Dave still sounded amused. Sean sighed to himself and stopped entirely, his length buried to the hilt inside the younger man. There was a pause whilst Dave worked out what was happening, then a snort of amusement.

” Uh-huh,” came Dave’s response to this new threat, and Sean had to bite his lip as Dave squeezed with his internal muscles. Sean’s hands tightened even harder on Dave’s hips until there was a real danger of leaving marks for the next two months, but this apparently did not register on the Dave Scale of Problems. In fact, it only seemed to make him a little worse.

Sean was focusing so hard on the man underneath him that the hand that suddenly touched his back almost caused him to have a heart attack. He glanced around desperately, to see Orli give him a cheeky grin. Obviously the others had managed to finish in plenty of time to lend a hand.

“ You know,” Orlando said thoughtfully. “ You’d find it a lot easier if you start moving,”

There was a wink and a finger trailed down Sean’s back. Sean shivered under the touch, unable to do anything about it even if he wanted to, and looked back at Dave who was sulking underneath him. Sean sighed, and moved gently, a groan ripping from Dave’s mouth as he had to readjust to the feeling. Orlando’s hand trailed further down Sean’s back, tracing patterns on Sean’s muscles idly, just short of touching his rear. Sean shivered again and thrust in a little harder, feeling Dave rise up to meet him.

Green eyes had to dart forward as another movement forced his attention. Karl looked back at him with an unreadable expression, before turning them to gaze down at Dave. The man crouched near the Australian’s head and gently kissed the face which had turned up to look at him in surprise. Suddenly Dave’s body froze underneath Sean for the briefest of moments before thrusting back on him harder than before, Dave’s mouth busy with Karl’s in what was possibly one of the best examples of multi-tasking plus balancing Sean had ever seen.

Not that he had time to focus on this particularly. Orlando, being Orlando, wasn’t happy to keep his own interruption as innocent as simply giving Sean the lightest of back rubs. Within a few moments, a finger was playing across the sensitive muscle of Sean’s opening, giving teasing little jabs into Sean’s body that went in only a few millimetres before retreating back out to circle once again. Sean groaned helplessly, his body speeding up the thrusts into Dave’s waiting body, hearing Orli’s chuckle behind him.

Sean had also overlooked Orlando’s sneakiness. The younger man allowed them a good few minutes more, the blonde thrusting harder and harder, Karl’s kisses managing to find a rhythm with this, until he finally decided to pull the plug. Or in this case, the quick release button on the cock ring.

There was no possible way Sean could hide the scream as the restraint on his cock was removed suddenly, feeling his body react immediately and strongly to the newly discovered freedom, all but flooding Dave’s body with his climax. Feeling as though someone had drained all of his energy, Sean slumped forward, finally managing to withdraw from the younger man and flop to the side of the sofa. The sofa again attempted to play silly buggers with his mind, but he was too tired to care. The power of the sofa apparently was only strong when he had time for it to be so.

As soon as Sean shifted his weight, Dave was on the go. Moving forward slightly, he pushed Karl back and immediately sought out the man’s erection, covering it with his willing mouth. Panting, Sean was able to see the look of shock and pleasure that formed the sole expression on Karl’s face, the man’s body almost completely frozen. Not that he had time to fully appreciate this either, as Orlando grabbed hold of his arm and all but tugged Sean off the sofa. Sean, whose fuel indicator was still showing empty, allowed himself to drop to his knees, still panting heavily and inwardly cursing young men and their ability to play with things. He was almost immediately covered by Orli, who pressed himself to him and kissed him firmly on the lips, stealing what little oxygen Sean had left.

“ God, you’re sexy,” Orli murmured to him with a grin, running his hand over Sean’s still highly sensitive skin. “ Wanna take me?”

Sean looked at him, then looked past his shoulder at where Viggo was watching them silently. He glanced back at Orlando.

” What happened to instructions?” he murmured. There was a flash of discomfort that crossed Orli’s face at this, but the young man shrugged.

“ Apparently Viggo doesn’t want to give instructions. Says that you’re doing fine without him,” There was a look of doubt at this, but obviously Orlando hadn’t wanted to argue. Sean had other ideas. Pausing only to catch his breath and give Orli a lingering kiss, Sean pulled himself onto his feet. Blue-grey eyes surveyed him guardedly, only flickering as Sean moved towards Viggo and knelt again, bowing his head briefly before looking up at him.

“ Master?” Sean queried.

Sean could see Viggo’s eyes move to the tag that was around Sean’s neck before sliding back up to consider him further. Orlando walked behind him, a hand resting gently on Sean’s shoulder. Viggo’s eyes darkened even further, although Sean couldn’t say why.

However, one thing was clear. Viggo really wasn’t speaking. Sean pondered the difficulty for a moment, green eyes developing into what he knew was his best puppy dog look. Not that the puppy dog look really worked with Viggo; it normally only served to demonstrate exactly how cautious Sean was being rather than appealing to the softer nature that dwelt somewhere in the depths of Viggo.

As he considered this new problem, Sean allowed his eyes to run down Viggo’s body. Apparently after pulling away from Karl, Viggo had had the presence of mind to pull up and rebutton his pants and therefore trouser stared back at him where Sean had hoping to be nudity. His tongue licked the bottom of his lip, before Sean’s eyes travelled back up to Viggo’s steady gaze.

“ Don’t, Sean,” Viggo’s voice was rough. “ Don’t even pretend,”

Not the best answer in the world but it could have been worse. Sean allowed his eyes to widen, and felt Orli’s hand tighten on his shoulder in solidarity.

“ Pretend?” he echoed. “ What am I pretending, mast..,” Sean caught the narrowing of the older man’s eyes with this title and decided to give up a little on the full on servant thing. “ … Viggo?”

Viggo snorted, but didn’t elaborate any further. Sean hoisted himself back onto his feet and watched him carefully. The look in Viggo’s eyes was almost that of a wounded animal, scared and snarling, and that was possibly the scariest thing Sean had ever seen in his life. And he had caused that. Him and his fucking plans… he knew there was a reason he didn’t have them more often.

“ Viggo?” Sean was getting worried, and he knew that it was clearly showing. “ I thought you wanted me to please Dave? Or was I wrong?”

Grey-blue scowl directed itself away from him. Obviously there had been some truth in Sean’s original assumption but it was rapidly turning into Stephen King territory now. Sean knew the original plan was supposed to be for him and Dave to get up close and personal, although obviously it was supposed to be Dave who was buried in him rather than the other way round. And now apparently Viggo was sulking that they were together full stop. Sulking in a similar way, in fact, to when Viggo found out what Karl and Sean had been up to in the comfort of Karl’s bedroom. Not that the activity had occurred. Just who had been in control.

Great timing for his memory to turn up there.

” Please,” Sean’s voice was low, not that he needed to keep it such. Dave and Karl were lost in their own private fantasy on the sofa. “ I thought you wanted me to do whatever he said,”

“ But he wasn’t saying anything, was he Sean?” Viggo blazed back at him. “ That was all your idea, all your suggestions. You weren’t supposed to be…,” growling, Viggo broke off again. Sean frowned.

“ I wasn’t supposed to be taking control?” he hazarded. A flash of glare aimed at him told him he had been successful in his guesswork. Sean sighed.

” Why not? Am I supposed to be a victim in this?” Sean watched him carefully, noting the unease in Viggo’s glare before the usual neutrality decided to make a welcome return to his face.

“ This isn’t the time,” Viggo said finally and in a voice that suggested that anyone who wished to argue with this was going to spend a lot more than a few minutes in the local Accident and Emergency department in the hospital. Sean considered this, and decided that quite possibly he was right. Karl’s living room shouldn’t be the place for meaningful conversations regarding your relationships. Mind you, Karl’s living room shouldn’t be the place for mass orgies but that was obviously something to ignore. On the plus side, if this cycle of abuse did actually exist it was well and truly smashed as far as this situation was concerned. Sean would have felt smug had he not felt the cold prickling of fear in his stomach that he had Gone Too Far.

Orlando nuzzled Sean’s neck from behind, his arms wrapped around the blonde’s waist.

“ What d’you want us to do?” the younger man asked quietly towards Viggo, before pressing a kiss to Sean’s neck. Sean shivered at the touch of warm breath against his skin, not moving his gaze from Viggo’s eyes although automatically pressing back against Orli’s firm young body which was hard against him in more ways than one. The older man wasn’t surprised to note that Orlando was once again ready for action.

There was a moan and a gasp from beside them from the other two. Out of the corner of his vision Sean could see Orli glancing wistfully towards them, the younger man’s eager trembling. Viggo growled something to himself, which managed to get Orlando’s attention immediately back onto him, obviously worried that the growl was directed at himself.

Sean untangled himself from Orlando’s embrace and moved forward slightly again, his eyes on Viggo whose suspicion hadn’t disappeared in the slightest. Fully expecting to be slapped down, Sean knelt back down and lifted his hands towards the clasp on Viggo’s pants.

Punishment, slapping or otherwise, failed to happen to him. This was getting a little freaky, but at least it was *good* freaky. Resisting the urge to look up, Sean simply continued with what he was doing. It wasn’t a huge shock that Viggo was hard under his hands, although how much of this was Viggo’s choice or Viggo’s body taking control Sean didn’t like to say. He could see Orli moving to the side of him, running his hands over Viggo’s shoulders lightly, murmuring so softly that it was almost humming.

Finally Sean had full access, and his own body was still un-aching from any punishments. Wonders obviously never ceased in this world. There was a light musk of Viggo, sex and Karl which simply caused Sean’s cock to twitch again, a wonderfully masculine smell that pressed all his perverted buttons firmly. Viggo didn’t move even when Sean’s tongue flickered across the head of his cock, standing as though he was a waxwork. Tracing his tongue along the length of Viggo’s erection, Sean returned to slide the length of Viggo’s arousal into his mouth as far as he could take it. From what limited vision his position gave him he could see Orlando massaging Viggo’s back, still murmuring lightly in Viggo’s ear as though he was a babe to be soothed to sleep, occasionally kissing the nape of his neck, his shoulder, just behind Viggo’s ear… in fact, there were few places which were not blessed by Orli’s attention.

There was still a distinct lack of noise from Viggo. However, Sean had not overlooked the fact that despite the huge amount of willpower that was obviously being used, Viggo still could not stop the trembling through his muscles, the involuntary twitch of his penis as Sean’s tongue slid over sensitive areas. With his hands Sean managed to begin pulling down the remainder of Viggo’s trousers, this task being taken over by Orlando who, at least, had more ability to move his head to see what he was doing.

Still nothing. Extra freaky.

Sean managed to meet Orlando’s gaze. There was a look of calculation that crossed Orli’s face which Sean wasn’t entirely sure he liked, before the younger man moved to a position where Sean couldn’t really see him anymore. Sean contented himself to continue pleasuring the man in front of him with all the skill he possessed. The first light moan from Viggo’s throat sent a shiver of relief down his body, his enthusiasm increased dramatically.

And then of course there was the little problem of Orlando.

Sean’s immediate assumption when Viggo jerked was that he had accidentally caught him with his teeth; after all, he had been attempting things he didn’t normally try through fear of choking. However, this assumption was cleared almost immediately at Viggo’s glare over his shoulder and the realisation that Orlando had dared to touch places where other hands really shouldn’t go, namely Viggo’s backside.

On the plus side at least they had proven Viggo wasn’t a wax-work.

“ Do that again,” growled Viggo. “ And you’ll be over my lap and unable to walk for a month. Clear?”

There was a look on Orli’s face that suggested that the younger man didn’t entirely view this as a punishment, but Sean chose to focus on the meek little nod instead of those mischievous chocolate brown eyes. It was safer. On the other hand, Sean’s desire to wallop Orli himself was reversed as Viggo looked back down at Sean with a hunger in his eyes that Sean had despaired of ever seeing again, the man awakened and as horny as hell.

“ Sean. Hands and knees. Now,”

Never had Sean believed that he would welcome such blunt, curt instructions as he did at that moment. Nodding, he swivelled around, his hands dropping to the floor, his breath already coming fast. In front of him he could see the little tangle of limbs that Karl and Dave had managed to get into, Dave having miraculously come out on top and worshipping Karl’s chest with little kitten licks whilst he thrust into him, the Demon Sofa’s cushions currently supporting Karl’s hips into a suitable position for Dave to enter him. It was amazing how quickly the sofa lost its menace when you could happily watch two of your mates embarrass the hell of it.

Viggo was obviously being a minimalist today in the whole world of preparation. A slick cock rested against the entrance to Sean’s body briefly before the older man started to push into him. Sean almost bit his tongue, a pained groan escaping from his lips as the stretching, burning sensation continued. On the plus side, at least Viggo wasn’t trying to break any world records here. Slow, steady, but venturing past unprepared muscles, Sean had to screw up his eyes and hold his breath to resist simply yelping his discomfort.

Sean almost bit his tongue again as a hand touched him between the legs. Opening his eyes a fraction, he glanced at Orli, who gave him another cheeky grin and started to stroke Sean in time with Viggo’s thrusting, his own hand slippery from lube. Sean groaned and bowed his head a little lower, feeling the older man pound into him whilst Orlando happily tormented him from below. When he got out of this, Orli was going to get so fucked he was going to be seeing stars for a week. If he managed to last that long, that was.

Viggo, meanwhile, was obviously not bothering to hold back. After the first few thrusts which were of moderate power, Viggo had slipped into high gear, his hands tight on Sean, the sound of his skin striking Sean’s seemingly loud in the room. Sean could feel the little crescent moons from Viggo’s nails digging into him but this didn’t seem to be a problem. Let Viggo mark him; the only pity of it was that these marks would fade over the remainder of the night, the sign of Viggo’s possession to be replaced by the collar tag which jangled against his chest, a tag which equally came off whenever Sean or Viggo felt like it.

Sean’s eyes were almost drawn magnetically to Orlando’s flank, where Viggo’s permanent mark still shone brightly against the olive skin of the younger man.

No. Fuck sake, no. That was just going Too Far.

Orlando touched him faster, matching Viggo stroke for stroke. Sean groaned helplessly, unable to stop the aching in his balls, the low, persistent ache that spoke of his release rapidly approaching. This of course was not aided by the fact that Viggo chose this very moment to shift his angle to thrust into him. Sean cried out as nerves burst into life, almost losing his balance and certainly causing Orli to lose his rhythm out of shock. Viggo thrust the same angle harder, again and again, until Sean was a trembling, moaning wreck underneath him, pleading for release, all but promising the world.

And then finally, suddenly, with the power of a herd of stampeding bulls, he came. He could feel himself clamp down on Viggo’s length inside him, the older man mutter something foreign under his breath before Viggo thrust once more and came himself, shuddering against him, still murmuring those strange foreign words that could have been anything from poetry to a shopping list. Sean was hoping for the former.

As soon as Viggo had withdrawn from him, Sean slumped to the floor, not caring how ungraceful it looked. The floor was a welcome friend indeed, taking the weight from Sean’s trembling muscles and not caring that currently he looked as powerful as a day old lamb. There was a light slap on a buttock.

“ Come on you, wake up,” Orli’s cheerful tones broke into Sean’s tired mind. Sean managed to growl something rude, which thankfully was muffled by the floor, and push himself up slowly. Glancing behind him, he met Viggo’s gaze head-on. The older man was hot and sweaty but this barely dented the guarded look that the older man was giving him before Viggo had to look down at Orli who was cuddling up to him like a child with an oversized soft toy. Viggo pressed a kiss to Orlando’s forehead, the younger man sighing contentedly before squirming a little harder against him.

Sean glanced towards the sofa where Dave was also having difficulties keeping awake. He too was curled up, his head on Karl’s chest and his hand on the top of Karl’s thigh which was still covered in shiny material. Zips were a many splendoured thing, obviously. There was a mumble between them, Karl’s light hearted chuckle suddenly heard in the room. Sean realised from the carefree sound how very rarely they heard the Kiwi actually sound happy and relaxed, which seemed an incredible result from one of Viggo’s sessions.

Slowly, Sean looked back at Viggo, waiting to see what the immediate future would bring. Orli nuzzled Viggo a little more, his hand creeping towards Sean’s ankle which was the closest part of Sean’s body to the younger man rather than Orlando having any particular romantic attachment to ankles.

“ Was that what you wanted us to do?” Sean asked after a long pause.

Viggo studied him a little longer. Just as Sean was believing that he was getting ready to explode, a small smile appeared at the corner of Viggo’s mouth.

“ Not exactly,” he said finally. “ But for now, I think, it’ll do,”

TBC