Smack the Dog

Smack the Dog
Type: RPS
Author: Foofy
Pairing: SB/VM/OB
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Never happened. Characters are not an accurate representation of the actors in any way, shape or form, and are not making a statement on actual sexual preferences. In short, it’s all lies.
Warnings: Contains BDSM and possible non-consensual sexual situations. Fluffy fans beware.
Description: Viggo and Orli have a thing going, and intend to get Sean involved up to the brink.


He was aware of Orli’s hostile eyes on him as soon as he entered the room. Sean gave a hesitant look towards Viggo, who seemed to be doing his usual act of paying as little attention as possible to his surrounding area and was busy retrieving a folded newspaper from the seat next to him. Oh well. At least it wasn’t aggressive, unless paper cuts were the new and improved form of torture nowadays.

Viggo finally glanced up at him, as though surprised to see him, gave a nod in acknowledgement and deliberately indicated with his eyes the area next to Orlando. If Sean had not been quite so distracted by Orli, he would have considered the amazing ability those eyes had for communication purposes. But now was not the time for idle considerations. Now was the time to panic.

“ Orli,” said Viggo mildly. “ Stop that.”

Orlando’s eyes slid to Viggo briefly, then back to Sean. There was a sudden crinkle noise as Viggo’s paper moved down slightly, allowing the older man access to give Orlando a particularly good and long stare. In the near silence of the room, the crinkle had seemed like a gun shot. Well, kind of. Well, not at all. But it sounded dramatic, and at this point in time Sean felt that the dramatics were the only things left to stop him either going nuts or running out the door.

“ Sean,” continued the soft voice. “ Sit.”

And back to woof they went, Sean thought as he perched himself next to Orli. The younger man was doing his best to focus on the television screen in the corner, which was continuing quietly. Sean hadn’t even noticed it before, the soft sounds fading into background. Orlando was watching a cookery programme with all the intensity of being told the mysteries of the world. Orli had also stiffened his posture in protest of sharing a sofa with someone like him.

The innocent television was suddenly killed by a flick of a finger by Viggo on the remote. Orlando stared at the television, as if willing it back to life, then turned his look onto Viggo.

“ I was watching that!” he exclaimed.

Crinkle, went the paper. Viggo said nothing, simplyringring at Orli steadily once more. Orli mumbled an apology and sank back into the sofa, trying to get away from the somewhat deadly gaze.

“ I’m surprised you can bear to be in the same room,” Orlando said finally and somewhat bitterly towards Sean. Startled, Sean glanced at him.

“ Look, Orli,” he tried. Orli folded his arms and stared determinedly at the blank screen. Sean sighed.

“ Get on with it,” came Viggo’s murmur from his side of the room. The artist had gone back to his paper, and was giving the appearance of being engrossed in one of the articles.

“ Okay, Orli, I’m sorry,” Sean said in a rush. Oh well, it was better out than in. Or something. He hoped that would be enough; big emotional speeches were about his cup of tea as trekking across deserts and up mountains in his boxers.

“ You hurt me,” Orlando’s gaze had not shifted from the screen.

“ And Viggo hurt me back,” replied Sean ruefully, without thinking. Thankfully there was an amused noise from behind the paper.

“ Hmmmmmph,” Orli dismissed this. “ And why are you still here, anyway?”

Sean could feel Viggo’s eyes on him as he considered this.

“ Because,” he said finally.

“ Because what?” Orlando’s eyes had finally shifted from the screen and were treating Sean to a highly suspicious look.

“ Just because,” Sean shifted uncomfortably under the weight of so many dubious looks.

“ I believe,” came Viggo’s contribution from his seat. “ That our guest has finally realised he’s as perverted as we are,”

Orlando looked confused.

“ Why?”

“ Psychology? Biology?” murmured Viggo, getting back to his article. Orli ignored him.

“ Not that. Why the realisation?” demanded Orlando. “ Are you going to continually berate us for doing this?”

“ I hope not,” replied Sean. “ It tends to hurt,” He rubbed his jaw again. However Orlando was not in the mood for any sort of jokes.

“ Well?” he demanded.

“ ….. no. No I’m not,” Sean’s eyes were wary. Viggo studied him briefly before returning to the arts pages. Orli looked uncertain.

” …. Really?” his voice was hesitant.

“ Yep,” Sean felt slightly more confident about this and was even able to give a slight smile to add to it. Orlando’s eyes slid towards Viggo as if for confirmation. Viggo, for his part, was still engrossed in his paper, looking as though he hadn’t a care in the world.

“ And to join in too?” queried Orli, his eyes seemingly brighter. Sean hesitated. Mind you, argued his mind, what on earth was he still here for if not for that? Pleasant conversation?

“ I guess,” he said finally, deciding to fight down the more nervous areas of his psyche. The other two, who had watched the emotional battle cross Sean’s face exchanged glances. Orlando, who was never one to turn down an offer, turned back to Sean and beamed.

“ Great! How’s the head?”

“ Oh, getting better,” Sean suddenly caught the predatory gleam to Orli’s eyes. “ But not *that* better,” he added hastily. Orlando looked disappointed, a puppy kicked.

“ Possibly later,” added Viggo from behind his paper. Orlando looked from one to the other in a growing sulk.

“ This is some sort of conspiracy isn’t it?” he complained. “ Is this what I can expect from now on? The ancients ganging up on me?”

Viggo’s paper went down slightly sharper than last time. “ This ancient would like you to hold your tongue,” he said softly. Orli pouted but remained quiet, occasionally giving little looks towards Viggo in case he had managed to overstep the mark.

“ Can I have my television back now?” he queried apologetically. Viggo idly pressed a button, which caused the television to explode back into colour, slap bang in the middle of the cookery programme. Sean raised an eyebrow, but was simply thankful to be out of trouble and attention. He sank back into the comfortable sofa seats and casually watched the television screen.

About ten minutes later he was increasingly aware of Orli’s thigh against his own; he had no idea how it managed to get there, but he was certain that a gentle amount of pressure was being pressed against him. Sean swallowed and tried to concentrate on the programme, where the presenter was just talking about basting a nice piece of breast in sauces. Typical.

He almost jumped a mile when a hand was added to the equation, rubbing against his arm gently. He hesitated for a few seconds, then leant into it, neither Sean nor Orlando taking his eyes off the screen.

“ Do you think I should try this sort of recipe?” queried Orli in a bored voice, his hand seemingly acting on its own principles and continuing to caress Sean’s side. Sean slid his eyes towards Viggo, who was still submerged in his arts page, and slid them back quickly.

“ You cook?” he asked, thinking he should also add to the conversation. The adventurous hand had moved onto his chest, activity still mostly hidden by clothing.

“ On and off,” replied Orlando in a similar offhand voice.

“ How on and how off?” Sean tht tht this was probably the most surreal conversation he was going to have in his lifetime, and was happy to concentrate on anything but the alarming and increasing sensations in his jeans.

“ Oh, I’m easy,” grinned Orli. “ I’m great at sauce,”

“ I bet you are,” Sean replied without thinking. The hand pinched him in retaliation. Sean managed to hide the yelp as a cough. Viggo’s paper didn’t move.

“ I was thinking of something hot and spicy tonight,” continued Orli. “ Something with a fine body. Possibly some cream too?”

“ Hmmmm,” commented Sean who had worked out that the hand was slowly working its way south.

“ What’s the matter?” teased Orli. “ Don’t you like cream?”

“ Oh for God’s sake,” said Viggo finally, laying his paper on his lap and giving them a look. “ Do either of you think you’re being even faintly subtle?”

They looked at him, startled. Even the hand and its quest for adventure was halted. Viggo raised an eyebrow at Orli, who flushed and dropped his eyes.

“ I didn’t think you’d mind?” he said timidly. Viggo frowned.

“ I’m sure.” he said. “ which is obviously why you didn’t ask. You will not touch him until I say, Orlando.”

“ But-“

Viggo looked at him incredulously, a storm seemingly brewing in his eyes. “ What did you say?” he said quietly. Orlando dropped his eyes again.

“ Nothing. Sorry,”

Viggo studied him for a few more seconds before turning his attention onto Sean, who was feeling somewhat edgy at this point.

“ You,” he said. “ Over here.”

Sean opened his mouth to comment, noticed the expression, and thought it best just to do what he was told. He gave a nervous glance towards Orlando before standing and shifting himself over toward Viggo. Orli suddenly seemed extremely animated, in a similar state to that which Sean had noticed at his trailer. Sean’s heart decided to work overtime. He could feel it in his ears and, for no apparent reason, in his throat, making it difficult to swallow.

Viggo stood as Sean finally managed to make it over, and ran an assessing hand over Sean’s chest. Viggo gave Orlando a firm look.

“ It seems that ground rules should be repeated.” he said sternly. Orlando put on an apologetic expression, which was immediately seen through by Viggo. The older man growled. Orlando’s expression suddenly grew more sincere, his gaze stopping flickering to Sean every so often.

Viggo eyed him thoughtfully until the younger man was squirming under the weight of the gaze.

“ I say when games occur,” continued Viggo finally. “ No other playing is allowed. Do you understand?”

“ Yes,” murmured Orlando. “ Sorry.”

Viggo’s gaze turned briefly back to Sean, who was trying his best not to be noticed. Viggo’s hand, which had paused on Sean’s chest, decided to wander upwards, cupping Sean’s chin in his hand and gently making sure the blonde was looking directly at him.

“ You don’t have to look quite so nervous,” he said softly, noting the somewhat clenched muscles in his hand. “ I’m not going to bite,” He gave him a friendly smile. “ Unless you’re in the mood, of course,”

Sean tried to calm himself down. Orlando looked more animated than ever. Viggo considered him for a few more seconds that felt like years, then dropped his hand away. He nodded towards Orli, who grinned happily, and headed out the door. Orlando gave Sean a helpful nudge towards the door, seeming the blonde appeared to be rooted to the floor. Sean, with a mind full of misgivings mixed with interest, followed out the door.