Smack the Dog

Fic: Smack the Dog: A bird In The Hand


The universe had stopped.

Sean had frozen with Viggo’s cock seemingly half way down his throat, his eyes wide with shock and panic as he stared at the figure in the doorway. He pushed himself up to sit on his haunches, making sure that Aragorn’s cloak replaced his body as the half measure shield of Viggo’s arousal. Not that Dom hadn’t seen all he needed to anyway.

“ I always wondered how Boromir got back into Aragorn’s good books,” said Dom finally, who appeared to have been unable to draw his eyes away from the scene. “ And now I know,”

“ Can we help you, Dominic?” Viggo’s voice was friendly but impatient, as though Dom had interrupted them pouring tea. Dom seemed to pick up the underlying menace and shook his head, backing away to the door.

“ No, it’s nothingrry,rry, should have knocked.” Dom turned tail and almost collided with Orlando running through the door from the opposite direction. Orli gave one look at Viggo’s expression and Sean’s position and went a shade paler.

“ See you later Orli,” said Dom hastily, before making a swift retreat. Orlando slowly shut the door of the trailer, and turned to face them with his eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t realise he was coming h”
”

“ I told you to guard the door,” Viggo’s voice was pure ice. Sean shivered, and moved to get up off the floor but Viggo’s hand on his shoulder shoved him back down. Having satisfied himself that the blonde at his feet was not likely to start making escape bids, Viggo deftly laced himself back into decency and returned his glare onto the nervous young man.

There was a silence that seemed to last for hours. Finally, Viggo sighed mostly to himself and got up from the chair, running his hand over Sean’s head almost absent-mindedly. Sean decided to keep quiet just in case the ice voice decided to make a reappearance, and glanced towards Orli who was still looking as though he had lost the winning lottery ticket.

” We will discuss this later,” Viggo’s eyes fell on Orli who almost cringed with the weight of them. Viggo’s hand idly played with Sean’s hair in the manner of an evil villain delicately stroking his pedigree feline whilst ordering the destruction of countless lives.

Sean sat in a daze on the floor, only noticing when Viggo stopped his actions and moved off to change from the costume efficiently and with speed. Taking the hint, Sean did the same, thanking god that makeup had already taken off the wig; he would not relish the thought of explaining exactly how the thing would have got quite so ruffled.

Orlando stood in quiet obedience, his gaze firmly fixed on the floor in the manner of a wayward schoolchild. Viggo deliberately did not look at him as the last few things were tidied up.

Sean paused briefly, then decided to put caution to the wind and place an arm around Orli’s shoulder in what he hoped was a comradely gesture. The surprised look Orli gave him was almost comical.

“ Cheer up. There’s plenty of cookery programmes on tonight,”

“ You make a note of when they’re on, do you?” Orli’s voice was hesitant in Viggo’s presence. Sean couldn’t see Viggo’s expression but he could almost feel the intensity of the glare on the back of his neck.

“ Damn right. I always like tips on how to make the perfect sauce,”

There was an icy silence from Viggo’s general direction. Sean tested his bravery slightly further, safe in the knowledge that Viggo was unlikely to try anything after a hobbit invasion.

“ After all-“ Sean caught Orli’s gaze, which had shifted in nervous anticipation to something behind him. Of course no sound had been heard from that, but then Viggo had been practising. The words died in Sean’s throat. “ Uh..,”

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder.

“ Have you quite finished?” murmured Viggo who had moved close to Sean’s ear. The hand tightened sharply, adding to the bruising. Feeling his bravery decided to nip off for another metaphorical cigarette, Sean hesitated.

“ Good boy,” growled the soft voice, taking the silence for an affirmation. Viggo gave Orli another assessing look, the hand tightened again quickly, then was released. Viggo made his way to the door, swung it open, and walked out without another look behind him.

Orli immediately moved to follow.

“ Well, come on. I don’t want him even more angry,” the young man looked at Sean in confusion at his refusal to budge. Sean paused again, then shook his head.

“ I’m not jumping every time he says so,” he said stubbornly. Orlando looked doubtful.

“ Do you know what you’re doing?”

“ Not really,” admitted Sean. “ But it’s the principal of the thing, isn’t it,”

Orlando shrugged. “ It’s your back I suppose,” he commented casually, before making his way through the door. Sean took a deep breath and ignored the demons which urged him to trot after them like a good little boy. He was far too old to be a good little boy, and good little anything never suited him.

Having forced himself to stay in the trailer for at least another five minutes, flicking through Orli’s magazine, Sean finally stood and decided what he was going to do. To go or stay? Or, more the point, Viggo’s or the pub…

It was a tricky situation. Beer might not be the solution to his problems, but it certainly was the nicest short term prospect. A night faced with icy glaring just wasn’t attractive, he told himself. At all.

Full stop.

Sighing, he put the magazine back on the table and made his way towards alcohol.

*****

Sean had frozen in his chair when Viggo had strolled through the pub door no more than an hour later, looking as though he hadn't a care in the world. Determined not to show any problems, Sean took a slightly larger than normal gulp of the beer and put the glass down in case he drained it in nervousness. Who knew what he was going to do if he were tanked up as well.

Dom, who he had been talking with since he arrived, had also noticed the entrance, and seemed genuinely pleased to see him. All in all, the conversation had managed to go very well considering the hobbit actor had caught Sean in one of the most compromising positions of his life. In fact, it had taken at least ten minutes top top Dom constantly apologizing.

" I was wondering where you had sneaked off to!" Dom greeted the older man, waving a hand at the bench where Sean was perched, " Take a seat,"

Viggo raised an eyebrow. " Thank you," he replied solemnly. Dom laughed good naturedly, which was also aided by several glasses of local ale.

Sean managed to avoid eye contact, his beer serving once more as a suitable shield. Viggo slid easily beside Sean and leaned back against the padded back, his focus on Dom on the other side of the table. Dom's eyes slid between Viggo and Sean in amusement.

" I hope I haven't got anyone in trouble,"

Viggo shrugged. " I hope not as well. He's terrible when he gets grouchy,"

A grin was shared between them. Sean began to sweat, not helped by the fact that Viggo's right hand had rested itself menacingly on his left thigh, a shark lazing in warm lagoon waters waiting for prey.

" You eaten?" he asked as a safe topic, then suddenly remembered their plans for dinner. Damn.

Viggo glanced at him. " Why, yes, th. Ha. Had something back home,"

The hand started to drum fingers on the nervous tension that was Sean's thigh. His muscles were so tight Sean realised he probably was inviting cramp any second and tried to ease up.

This was not easy.

Dom didn't seem to notice anything amiss, and if he noticed the tension in Sean's face he certainly didn't comment on it. He glanced over his shoulder in a conspiratorial way, then leant over the table slightly.

" I was telling Sean; don't worry, I won't tell a soul,"

Viggo nodded slowly. One of his trademark trust-me-nice-guy smiles slowly made an appearance.

" Great. That's good to know,"

Dom smiled back. " Any time. And I promise to knock next time too." He leant back to a more usual position and stretched slightly. " You know where the loos are?"

" By the bar," Sean felt he could possibly answer this one, and his vocal chords appeared to be working with him rather than attempting to strangle him. Dom nodded appreciatively, which any person after four pints of ale is likely to do, and disappeared off in search of relief.

Leaving Sean with the shark.

" Exactly what," Viggo didn't disappoint with his speed, and certainly not his tone which seemed designed to start the next ice-age. " did you hope to achieve with this little stunt?"

" Stunt?" Sean felt weak.

" Don't repeat me like some over stuffed parrot, Sean. You deliberately disobeyed me."

" You didn't give an order," protested Sean defensively.

" You were well aware of the order. Even you aot tot that unobservant." The hand had turned into some unforgiving metal clamp on his leg. " I am not amused, Sean."

The English Royal family couldn't have portrayed that better. Sean picked up his glass again, trying to fight the feeling of uneasiness growing in his body.

" Sorry,"

" No." mused Viggo, watching him carefully. " I don't believe you are."

Sean looked at him properly for the first time he had stepped through the door, the words of protest dying on his tongue before they were even formed. For it was clearly obvious that Viggo was furious. A fierce spark burnt at the back of his glare. Sean swallowed, uncertain eyes scanning Viggo's.

It was at this point that Dom decided to make a reappearance.

" A queue at the gents!" he exclaimed. " Has the world gone mad?" He shook his head, and looked at the two men across the table. " Fancy another one?"

" I think I'd best be off. Long day ahead tomorrow." Sean said hastily. Dom nodded in complete understanding, having been knackered himself for a lot of that day.

Having slipped out from behind the table, Sean chanced another look at Viggo. The fury that dwelt behind the slightly amused expression was masked cleverly, a man who had done this many times before.

" You coming?" he asked, not caring whether this was likely to spread anything even more. Viggo glanced at him.

" Sure,"

Dom beamed as though they had just proposed marriage to each other.

" See you tomorrow then!" he said as they walked to the door. Viggo's voice was low enough for only Sean to hear.

" Possibly,"

*******

" Vig.." Sean had run through many possible sentences in his head as they walked through the car park, but all of them were useless. As soon as they were clear of any witnesses, Sean found himself shoved against a wall, the fury inches away from his own face.

Viggo assessed the man in front of him slowly.

" You stupid bastard," There was no humour in it at all. Sean shivered.

" Vig, I-"

A blow to the stomach took the air needed to form words, Sean stopped from dropping to the ground by the presence of Viggo's body so close to his. The frantic sound of panting drifted to Viggo's ears. Even this failed to arouse a response.

" You will not say anything." There was not a hint of a question in there. " You will walk to the house and you will do as you are told. Was there any part of that sentence that was not perfectly clear to you?"

Sean shook his head, still gasping for breath. Viggo gave him one last assessing but disapproving look, then released him. Sean had to stop himself from immediately meeting the ground.

The walk back was less than ten minutes, Sean's nervousness increasby eby every step. The black thunder cloud that was following did not say a word, the noise of their footsteps on the pavement being the only sounds that accompanied them. At the now incredibly familiar door, there was the brief jangling of keys before the door was open in front of them.

Viggo placed a hand on Sean’s back and all but shoved him through the door. The blonde glanced backwards nervously, not moving, uncertain of where the destination was supposed to be. Of Orli there was no sign. Viggo stepped past the tense figure in the hallway, not bothering to meet his eyes, and walked towards the “gym”. Sean’s heart almost stopped as Viggo paused by the door, finally looking back at the man who watched him with growing fear in his eyes.

Oh God, he wasn’t ready for that, Sean thought desperately. His muscles still hurt from yesterday’s games, his arse felt like a windsock, and almost every limb was screaming at him in discomfort.

Viggo said nothing, just watched Sean like a cat watching a small and squeaky preys has hand resting on the doorknob. Sean swallowed nervously through a throat that felt constricted.

“ You. Here.” The words, although softly spoken, sounded like a thunderclap. Sean managed to get his suddenly heavy limbs to obey, although nothing could have managed to speed his progress towards the door. He could still see the fury in Viggo’s eyes, although the look of disgust had grown. It was the type of look that people reserved for gum stuck on the soles of their shoes, Sean felt.

Viggo waited for a full minute, not saying anything, before lifting his hand from the handle of the gym and pushing Sean with it towards the door of the bedroom further along the hallway.

“ Bedroom. Strip and lie on the bed.” The same no nonsense tones as before. Sean nodded silently, and pushed open the door without argument. After all, there was only so mhe che could do before the possibility of walking properly the next day became all but a faint and unrealistic dream.

The bedroom was also devoid of an Orli, which was starting to bother Sean. Where was the young man? Was he out? He had not heard the television in the living room, and he couldn’t see Orli managing to do anything quietly without the threat of whips being behind him constantly.

He pulled off his t-shirt, dropped his jeans and yanked off the rest, taking care to pick them up and leave them in a neat pile on one of the chairs. Sean eyed the bed warily and uncomfortably, finally sitting on the edge and watching the pillows as if they were a figment of his imagination.

There was the faintest click of the door being closed behind him.

“ I told you to lie on the bed,” a soft and dangerous voice drifted to him. Sean gave a start, and looked round anxiously. Viggo stood, arms folded, watching him with intense concentration.

Sean looked at the bed, then back at Viggo.

” Yes, you did,” he said softly. They looked at each other, the cold blue eyes assessing the nervous qualities of the green. Viggo looked stunned for a minute, as though assessing a taxing query.

“ And yet,” the tone promised difficulties. “ you are still not lying on it.”

Sean said nothing, although neither did he move. There was a low growl from Viggo, who finally snapped and stepped forward. Sean immediately jumped up from the bed, although wishing desperately this piece of defiance had arrived before the jeans had been removed. Full plate mail had nothing on the protective sense of something – ANYTHING – protecting his groin from an obviously angry man.

However, there was nowhere for Sean to go; Viggo seized hold of his right forearm, which Sean managed to yank immediately from his grasp, leaving scratch marks from the nails. Viggo glared into frightened but strong eyes, before lifting his hands up and shoving Sean hard in the chest. The blonde lost his balance and crashed over onto the bed, immediately rolling to a sitting postion.

“ What the hell are you doing, Sean,” Viggo’s voice was dangerously low. Sean didn’t answer. He didn’t know. Viggo cared not for such details.

“ You disobey me constantly. You encourage disobedience from my pet. You do realize these are things I am not willing to overlook,” Viggo stepped forward, his eyes firmly fixed on the blonde on the bed. Sean felt the last of his bravery vanish again and could only look at him nervously.

Sean opened his mouth to comment, then shut it again slowly. Still nothing presented itself to be said. He shifted himself to the edge of the bed again, this time the other side, Viggo motionless as he did so. Feeling braver, Sean stood. Ah, the benefits of a shield!

“ Where’s Orli?”

Viggo looked bemused, as though a sheep had just asked the solution to a crossword puzzle. He shook his head slowly.

“ You’re in this amount of trouble and you’re asking where Orlando is?” he said slowly. “ The boy is elsewhere. Perfectly fine, before you ask. Which is more than you’re likely to be,”

Sean had a deep desire to back away, but there was only wall behind him. The door was on Viggo’s side of the room. Not that he could use it; leaving again would no doubt mean complete abandonment by Viggo and even with his stomach crawling and his throat as dry as a desert he couldn’t bring himself to do it. God, he needed therapy. A pair of jeans would be good at this stage too.

Viggo had decided to start walking round the bed, although walking wasn’t quite the word for it. It was more a confident stroll, as if he had read Sean’s mind and found that escape plans had a distinctive part missing. Even from this distance Sean could see the anger still burning in him, the way that Viggo’s shoulders were tense, the sharp, focused look that told him that he was the main priority.

Straightening his own back and standing his ground, Sean waited for the space to be covered. A leap over the bed was always possible, but that just wasn’t.... well, it certainly didn’t rank up there with the best acts of defiance anyway. Viggo stopped a footstep away, his arms folded, his eyes running down Sean’s body then back up again in assessment. Sean didn’t twitch.

“ I would love to know what’s in your mind, Sean.” The soft, dangerous voice was back. “ You defy my orders, yet you make no intended bid to escape. You deliberately annoy me enough to punish you, and yet you do not entirely like being punished. I doubt if you would even state yourself bisexual, let alone gay. And yet you dally with homosexual relationships at a time when the world would be looking for some interesting news from such a large project, as though you want to be caught.” Viggo raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.

Sean ran a tongue over dry lips. “ You expecting an answer?”

“ I don’t have time for an answer. I merely conclude the consequences of your actions. But if I did, would you have one to give?”

Sean shook his head. Viggo shrugged.

“ Didn’t think so.” Viggo suddenly closed the gap between them, his hand immediately on Sean’s throat, closing swiftly. Sean’s eyes widened, having assumed attack would take place in the usual fashion. His hands grabbed at Viggo’s, whose felt incredibly tight and like iron around his throat. Which steadily increased in pressure.

Amused blue-grey eyes met increasingly terrified green ones. The constricted hold was there for what seemed like hours, Sean gasping for breath, trying to find the oxygen to either swear or yell for help. Nothing Sean seemed to do helped; he kicked and hit Viggo as best he could from his position, but even the best strikes seemed to be completely ignored by the artist. Finally Viggo caught Sean’s fist with his other hand, and twisted it sharply.

“ Apparently I need to be more educational with you,” murmured Viggo at the agonized cry, and shoved Sean to the bed again. The blonde coughed, feeling his bruised neck with a now aching hand, and started to look behind him when he was suddenly sharply hit on the small of the back by Viggo’s left elbow. Sean was pushed once again to the bed, a loud click indicating that the left wrist had been captured by a handcuff; Sean was too slow and too hindered with Viggo’s body pinning him down to avoid the other one being captured as well.

Having assured himself that Sean’s hands were otherwise engaged, Viggo sat up slightly, his full body weight still on Sean’s lower back.

“ And how,” murmured Viggo in his ear. “ shall I show you who is in command? That I can take whatever I want from you, whenever I want it?”

Sean could feel Viggo’s hand active between them, and realised with a sickening thud that the older man was unbuttoning his trousers. The blonde stored up his energy and made a desperate – and honest – bid for freedom, but Viggo was ready for it, slamming him back down onto the bed with no concern for injury.

“ Not yet you don’t,”

And swiftly Viggo’s body was pinning him down, his teeth biting hard on Sean’s shoulder so suddenly that Sean yelled again. The blonde felt the hardness that could only be Viggo’s arousal against him, waiting for the right moment to force into him. Sean struggled again, but his position was even worse than before. Viggo waited him out. Finally, Sean’s strength deserted him, fully in the knowledge that Viggo could take whatever he damn well wanted and Sean was powerless to stop him. He lay against the mattress, a whimper issuing from his lips.

Viggo waited for a few more moments to ensure that nothing was likely to start up again, and began to nuzzle Sean’s neck as though the blonde wasn’t trembling underneath him.

“ Any more?” he made it sound like an insult. Sean shut his eyes. Viggo could feel the tension in the muscles beneath him, could hear the slight breathless gasps, almost sobs. He ground his hips against the softness of Sean’s arse, the pain from the bruises the least concern in Sean’s mind.

“ Please, don’t,” it was the softest of pleas. Viggo ran his tongue over the bite mark.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” the voice was pleasant and amused, one who knows he holds all the cards. There was another catching sob-gasp from the body underneath him.

“ I’ll behave. Please,”

“ I’ve heard this one before,” Viggo seemed unconcerned at his partner’s distress. “ Give me one reason why I should believe you,”

Viggo’s hips continued to grind against him in a slow and seductive manner as he spoke, nudging against Sean every so often. Sean had to take a deeper breath of air at one he felt sure was going to simply thrust into him without care for reason or fear.

“ It’s the truth!” Sean sobbed into the mattress.

“ One *good* reason,” Viggo now sounded bored of the whole thing. Sean’s breath caught as the older man’s hips stopped grinding, positioning carefully against him. Shutting his eyes even harder, his hands clenched into fists, Sean waited, his breathing shallow and unpredictable.

There was a pause.

“ But on the b tha that a good reason has failed to be produced,” Viggo kissed Sean’s shoulder lightly before moving off him. “ I suppose the truth will have to do.”

Viggo idly rearranged himself and started to button up his pants. Sean looked round at him in incomprehension, the red marks on his throat showing clearly against the white pallor of his skin. Only when Viggo leaned over to undo the cuffs did Sean move from his position, a frightened, bewildered look still present on his face.

“ That’s …it?”

“ I nearly half throttled you,” Viggo gave him a steady look. “ Did you want me to do more?”

“ No!” Sean shakily sat up on his haunches. “ No. That’s okay, thanks,”

Viggo chuckled to himself. “ Now you’re thanking me,” he shook his head. The smile faded slightly from Viggo’s expression. “ By your expression I assume you thought I was going to go through with it,”

Sean hesitated, his eyes cast down on the bed. There was a “hmmm,” noise from Viggo, who put his hand under Sean’s chin and lifted his head so their eyes met.

“ There is a line. I do not cross it. The lines change depending on the partner’s moods and tastes, but it is still there. I am not a complete bastard, although there are some out there who are. Do you understand?”

Viggo’s hand dropped away. Sean nodded. Viggo watched him for a few seconds, before leaning closer to him.

“ Sean, I expect you to behave,” the voice was low and reasonable, as though speaking to a six year old. “ I could have fucked you till you bled and there would have been nothing you could have done to stop it. Don’t try a power struggle with me, because you will lose. Although I admire your guts to try,” Viggo ruffled Sean’s hair affectionately. Sean’s eyes had dropped back to the mattress again. “ Do we understand each other?”

“ Yes,”

“ Good boy,” Viggo sat back, satisfied, and stood from the bed, stretching. “ Get dressed. The evening is young, and I fancy going out.”

Glancing at Sean once more, Viggo exited the room, the door swinging shut behind him without so much as a squeak.