Ravished

Ravished Chapter 8
Summary: Part 2 of chapter 7
Warnings: none
Beta: Amoureux De Sang
AN: I couldn't keep you waiting too long..
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Sean opened the door slowly. Peeking in around the corner before actually going in. 'One of these days I am going to walk in on them shagging, I just know it,' He thought. 'I'm not a little hobbit, if I catch them going at it, they will never live it down.' He was chuckling just thinking about it.

He froze when he saw them laying on the sofa. Viggo lying on his back, his face turned toward Orli. The elf was facedown on top with his knees pulled up on either side and his face pressed to Viggo's neck. There was a blanket covering them from the waist down. Only their bare shoulders showed. Quickly realizing they were sleeping; he couldn't pass up the opportunity to play a little joke on them. 'Yeah,' He thought, 'watching them scramble for clothes when I yank that blanket off will be almost funny.'

Sean quietly walked over to the sofa. Taking the edge of the blanket he gave it a hard tug.

The blanket in question usually covered the ratty old sofa. When Viggo had stretched out across the couch, he laid on the blanket and had pulled the part on the back of the sofa over to cover them. When Sean pulled it, he sent both of them tumbling to the floor.

Having wrapped his arms tightly around Orli, when they started to fall Viggo was able to cushion his lover's head and kept it from hitting the floor. Of course, that didn't help much when Viggo landed, knocking the air out of him.

"Bean, you are such an arse!" Viggo exclaimed as he scrambled to get off of his lover.

Sean was laughing and backing up, moving toward his chair. "Priceless!" He snorted, "Just perfect," laughing his ass off.

Orli was gasping for breath as Viggo tried to help him up. "Breathe, Baby, take a deep breath." Viggo was saying as he shot Sean an evil look, just in time to see him sit down in his chair.

The laughter was cut short with a "Bloody hell!" Beanie jumped up. Turning around he caught sight of 'his' chair. It was still damp on the seat and back.

"Wanker!" Orli croaked at Sean, "You nearly killed me, I couldn't breath!"

"He's the one that landed on you!" Sean pointed at Viggo.

"You knocked us in the floor!" Orli countered.

"What the FUCK did you do to my chair?" Sean yelled.

"Don't worry, Sean," Viggo calmly said, "we cleaned it."

"You.. You.. IN MY CHAIR!!" Sean screamed at them. "I should bloody well throw the damn thing out now! I won't be able to sit in it without thinking 'bout how you defiled it."

He grabbed the arms of the chair, his fingers slipping in something slimy. Sean jerked his hand back. He stood there staring at it as he brought his fingers together, checking the consistency, not saying a word.

Viggo grabbed Orli's hand and helped him to his feet. The floor was not a good place to be right now. They stood side by side, watching Sean slowly walk to the sink.

He turned on the water, let it run over his hand. Then he grabbed Viggo's bottle of whiskey and began to pour that over his hand.

"Hey! That's mine!"

Sean gave no indication that he even heard him. He continued pouring until he emptied the bottle. Then he turned around.

He face was red, his eyes narrowed, and when he spoke it was in a low, deep, gravely tone that could have made a rabid dog run in fear. "I will kill you both. Slowly."

He started around the counter that divided the living room from the kitchenette.

Viggo grabbed Orlando's arm and shoved him toward the door.

"Run." Viggo whispered to him, "Just run."

Orli jumped the steps to the trailer with Viggo right behind him. "Where?" He called back to Vig as they sprinted across the lot toward the car park.

"The woods, just head for the woods." Viggo answered and they changed direction and headed for the forest that surrounded them.

Sean chased them about half way across the lot. "You have to come back sometime." He stopped and yelled, "And when you do I will be waiting for you!" He stood there glaring at them as they took shelter in the woods.

Standing just inside the trees, they stopped to look back at Sean. He stood there waiting to see if they might remerge.

"Can he see us?" Orli whispered.

"I don't think so."

"Is he going to stand there all night?"

"Possibly."

The minutes ticked by. Sean stood there menacingly, his arms folded across his chest, waiting.

"Vig? Is this how this was suppose to go?"

"There may have been a flaw in my plan."

"I'm cold. Our shoes and shirts are in that trailer."

"You're cold? Isn't that how all of this got started?"

Orli smirked at him. "Are you complaining?"

"No, actually.." Viggo took his hand and pressed it to his growing erection, a crooked grin spreading across his face.

Orlando jerked his hand back. "Bugger you! I am not shagging in the woods with Sean chas.."

"He's coming this way." Viggo cut him off. He wrapped his hand around Orli's wrist and began to pull him along. They were trying to stay close to the edge of the forest, but out of sight.

Sean changed direction and kept moving toward them.

"Fuck, he can see us." Viggo muttered. "We have two choices here. We can take off into the woods and risk getting lost.."

"And freezing to death." Orli added.

"Or, go and face him. Try to reason with him."

Sean was getting progressively closer.

"Fuck." Viggo said with a sigh, "Come on, let's get this over with. If, and I do mean if, we make it back to the trailer, you try to get our shoes and shirts, and especially my keys. They should be sitting on the table by the couch. While I try to talk to Sean."

With that said, they stepped out of the trees. Sean picked up his pace when he saw them. He had been following mere shadows, not totally certain where they were.

"Sean, wait." Viggo held up both hands, palms out, in surrender. "Let's go back to the trailer and talk about this. You are gonna laugh so hard."

"S'not funny, Viggo." Still baring down on them.

"I'm beginning to think the woods were the better option." Orli whispered.

"Really Sean, it was all a joke. It wasn't what you thought, honestly." Viggo was trying to reason with the man. "Would we be standing here if it was?"

Sean stood in front of them, glaring.

"You have one chance to explain. Make it good or you can explain to Pete why your front teeth are missing." Sean growled at him.

"See we were going to play a joke, man. You know, just a joke. Remember, we were going to get even.." Viggo trailed off; Sean did not look convinced.

"It was mayonnaise." Orli added.

"What?" Sean's burning gaze bore down on the elf.

"Mayonnaise?" Orli whimpered.

"Yeah, it was mayonnaise, Sean. We had, we thought it would look closest to, you know." Viggo felt it was best not to mention the offending substance.

Sean wasn't sure if he should believe them or not. He studied them both.
"Trailer. Now." Was all he said as he motioned with his thumb.

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He marched them across the lot back to the trailer. Viggo and Orli in front, Sean following closely behind. When they finally got back inside, Orli started for the back to gather their shirts.

"Sit, Elf." Sean growled at him. He looked helplessly at Viggo, who could only nod back.

"See Sean, " Viggo walked over to the wall, "It is only mayonnaise." He ran his hand through it. Then he walked to the sink to grab a cloth to wipe it off.

"You put mayonnaise on my chair, so I would think it was cum. Do you have a death wish?"

"Actually, we thought it would be funny to see your reaction." Viggo half smiled at him.

Sean sat down in the chair near the corner. "The minute I find out diff.." His eyes fell on the tube of lube on the floor next to the couch. He slowly rose from his chair and stalked across the room. He squatted down to take a closer look.

Orlando took the opportunity to grab the keys off the side table and stuck them in his pocket.

"That is not mayonnaise." Sean was back to growling again.

Viggo moved behind Sean to take a look. He immediately recognized the tube of lube. Next he noticed the crumpled tissues and then the dried, crusty, oh so very much not mayonnaise streaked on the side of their sofa.

"That's not ours."

"Uh-huh."

"I swear Sean, it isn't ours."

"Uh-huh."

"Think about it," He began to motion, with his hand behind his back, for Orli to head to the door. "There is no room. We couldn't both fit back there."

"What did you do to my chair?"

"The chair was mayo, I swear. We kinda drafted Elijah to do it," quickly adding, "He had no choice. We sort of.. went to the bedroom.. and left him to it." Viggo smiled weakly at him.

As Orli opened the door, Viggo gave Sean a good shove. This knocked him off balance and they bolted.

Orlando keyed the remote unlocking the car when they got close. After they both jumped inside and locked the doors, Orli muttered, "I'm still cold."

Viggo, suppressing a chuckle, responded with, "Don't worry, I'll warm you up when we get home."

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Sean watched from the door as they sprinted toward the car park. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialed a number and waited.

"Yeah," he laughed, "They are running across the lot now, with no shoes or shirts. They will be side stepping me until I leave." He couldn't help but laugh. "Viggo did mention that you were coerced into helping, but they don't know you told me. Thanks for the heads up Elijah. Maybe, they have learned a lesson."

"I doubt it," Elijah replied as he played with the phone cord. "I have a feeling they are saving the best for last. Billy and Dom better watch out."

TBC