Story post: Varg, ch. 15-17

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Title: Varg
Status: unfinished, work in progress (earlier chapters can be found at my site, at http://www27.brinkster.com/bluekat/index1.html )
Pairing: Sean/Viggo...who else :)
Author: BlueKat
Website: http://www27.brinkster.com/bluekat
Disclaimer: this is not true, it's all a work of fiction. I don't
know these people personally and I am making no money off of this.
It's all for fun.
Feedback: food for plot bunnies
Warning: deals with all kinds of darker issues, as physical and
sexual abuse, violence, etc. Be sure that you want to read this.
Summary: After having a prank played on him, Viggo takes a drastic
revenge.
Dedication: to Alexa. :) And to everyone else who has patiently and
not so patiently asked me to update this story for the last year.
Archive: sure

The next time Sean woke up, the world was a dark, confusing place as the bad dreams chased the tail ends of his thoughts into the light.

"Ssh, it's okay," a quiet voice soothed him as a warm hand was placed against the side of his face. "It's okay, everything's going to be okay..."

Never opening his eyes, Sean simply trusted the voice, nuzzled into the hand slioghtly and then fell back into the arms of sleep again.

~~<>~~

Frozen to the floor Ian blinked at Peter.

"It's...it's kind of complicated. Oh, bloody hell..."

"Indeed." The director lifted an eyebrow. "You know I do care for all of you, Ian. But I am making a movie here. Is there something I should know about?"

"Just let me sit down." Ian made his way to a chair. He really felt like a nice and strong cup of coffee, but couldn't find the energy to move. "So," he began. "I guess you know of the relationship between Sean and Viggo? They haven't really been all that discreete about it lately."

"I know," Peter nodded, leaning back in his chair. "As long as it doesn't interfere with their work, I don't mind. The same goes for all of you."

"Well..." Then Ian got up from his seat. "I'm making coffee. You want some?"

"That bad, huh. Yeah, I'll have a cup."

Ian busied himself with preparing the coffee. "It's bad," he sighed. "The blood? It's Sean's. He's at the hospital." He suddenly remembered that noone had told the director about the true nature of Orlando's injuries. It wasn't the first time the action-loving young man had shown up with bruises, but it had never been to this extent. Debating whether he should bring it up or not, Ian pressed the button on the coffee maker. The familiar sound put him more at ease.

"Is he alright? What happened?"

"He had an accident of sorts... He put his hand through a glass door."

Peter looked around. Every glass surface in the house was still whole and glimmered dimly in the artificial light.

"It didn't happen here," Ian stated somewhat unnecessarily. "It was at Viggo's place. He came here because..."

"I know Sean has a temper," Peter thoughtfully stated. "But it's not about that, is it?"

"No."

Ian wondered why he had such trouble telling Peter the truth, and he hadn't even began to try and explain his own role in it. The coffee maker beeped, startling both men.

"It's not really about Sean's injury at all," he revealed as he stood up. "That was just some kind of catalyst. Things haven't been, actually they've never been quite right between them."

"In what way?" Peter was watching him intently.

Choosing two navy blue mugs, Ian poured the coffee. Thick steam rolled off the darl liquid.

"Viggo gets abusive at times. The rest of the time he's just a mean, sick son-of-a-bitch. Cream or sugar?"

"Cream." Peter digested the information. "But he didn't hurt Sean tonight?"

"Not if you mean Sean putting his hand through the door, no. But otherwise, I will have to say yes. Something happened over there," Ian sipped his coffee. "I'm the last person Sean would go to, unless there was noone else. And Viggo..."

Peter placed the cup down on the coffee table. He leaned foward and stared at Ian. "What exactly are we talking about here, Ian? They're both grown men. Fights sometimes come to blows, or...are we talking worse?"

"Oh, we're talking worse." Ian met the stare head-on. "Much worse."

"And Sean's the one getting hurt."

"Yes. As far as I know he has never raised a finger towards Viggo. I don't believe he could either. He has convinced himself that he loves Viggo."

"That's an odd way to put it."

"Maybe he does love him then. And maybe Viggo loves him back. But it has to be the absolutely most fucked up relationship I've ever seen."

He was quiet for a second, then Peter asked: "Is this a matter for the police?"

Ian shook his head. Sean'll deny everything and you don't need that kind of publicity.

"I was hoping you'd tell me that it wasn't that bad." Peter smiled slightly. "What do you suggest I do? I really don't want to fire Viggo. We had enough trouble finding a decent Aragorn."

"If Viggo leaves, Sean will go with him. It's better to keep them here where we can keep an eye on them. Seriously, Pete," Ian turned the coffee mug over in his hand. "Something happened between them tonight and I'll be damned if I know what."

~~<>~~

Blinking his eyes open, he was met by the white ceiling. Sean frowned, piecing the events of the previous night back together. He exhaled softly. It was all a mess, but to be truthful he didn't know who had messed up the most between Viggo and him. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.

"Hey."

The voice spooked him. Turning his head Sean found Viggo looking back at him.

"Viggo!" Sean made an effort to sit up in the bed. Immediately, the other man stopped him.

"Keep still. The doctor said you lost a lot of blood."

Sean lifted his arm, eyeing the white bandage. "Well, look at that," he slowly stated. Too caught up in watching his newest additions to an already impressive list of movie mishaps, he nearly didn't hear Viggo's next words.

"Why did you do it, Sean?"

Resting his arm on his stomach, Sean almost smiled.

"You know why I did it, Viggo. I was angry. Is...it going to be alright again?" He turned his head to see Viggo nod.

"Yes. You can't use it for some time, of course, but... "He stopped. "You could have killed yourself. How could you be so stupid?"

Defiantly aiming his sight back to the ceiling, Sean kept his mouth shut and pretended that the stining sensation in his eyes wasn't caused by the beginnings of tears.

"Sean..." Viggo placed his fingers on Sean's chin and turned the younger man's face to him.

"You scared me. For a moment there I thought I had lost you. I didn't like that feeling."

"I'm still here." Sean reached out his hand, fingers tightening around Viggo's. "I'm not going anywhere."

Viggo smiled, moving his free hand to stroke Sean's short hair. "No, you're not." The Dane studied him for a long minute.

"I'm sorry, pet. I made a mistake. Will you forgive me?"

Green eyes grew rounder. Surprise was clearly written all over Sean's face.

"I..." His voice became stronger. "I forgive you. But nobody else, never again."

Viggo shook his head, dark locks of hair falling into his face.

"No, never again. From now on, it's just going to be you and me, never anybody else." He smiled carefully, almost shyly.

"Of course I forgive you." The corners of Sean's mouth lifted upwards. "You know I'd be lost without you."

Brushing a kiss over Sean's forehead, Viggo felt inclined to agree.

"I'll never let you go. You're mine. I..." He paused, eyes closed, lips a hair's breadth from Sean's.

"What?" Sean whispered.

"Nothing..." Viggo kissed him. "Now you just rest. I'll be here when you wake up again."

Obediently Sean closed his eyes, making himself comfortable in the bed. His hand stayed in Viggo's hand.

I should apologize to you too," he murmured, already feeling sleep tugging at his mind. "I said some things to you back there...I didn't mean them. I just..."

"Don't you think about that," Viggo's voice crooned at him. "I'll let you make that up to me later. Now you have to rest and get better. Tomorrow we're going home."

Slowly releasing the smoke into the air, Viggo continued watching Sean. The other man was standing by the kitchen sink, oblivious to Viggo's ponderings as he was cleaning up after their breakfast. Dressed in a snug-fitting T-shirt and in a pair of Viggo's sweatpants he made for a very pleasant image to rest one's eyes upon, the appeal wasn't lost on Viggo. But he had a few things to think through and this morning, with sunlight lacing the floor in leaves-created patterns and a soccer match playing on the radio, it was as good as time as any.

They had been back from the hospital for only a day. So far Sean had been given some time off, while Viggo had done some finagling to secure some time off too. Thoughtfully the Dane flicked the ash of the end of his cigarette. Infact Peter had acted a little strange, but he hadn't really said anything. Viggo was pretty sure he didn't need to worry about it. Not about Ian or Billy either. He had done some thinking at the hospital as well, on how to get the situation under control again. He had made a mistake, that much was true. A tiny smile forced its way through the demure demeanor. Sean managed to surprise him still.

But he had ended up getting hurt, in a hospital. And their argument... It was the first time Sean had openly defied him like that. Viggo didn't give a damn about Mark, it had been a spur of the moment thing and had proved to a spectacularly idiotic one at that. He needed to do something to bring everything back to the way it was supposed to be. Sean hadn't mentioned the episode again after Viggo's apology. He had just been his sweet self and Viggo had no complaints about that. He just had to make sure that something like this never happened again.

He was a bit surprised over his own need to pursue this. It was a bit unfamiliar, he should be ending things by now. Instead he could see himself with Sean in the future as well as today. It was a new and kind of strange; but not unpleasant feeing.

In a quick moment he stabbed the smoke out and got out of the chair. It took him a couple of determined strides to reach Sean. Embracing the slightly shorter man from behind, he buried his face against Sean's neck.

"You know," Viggo stated, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Nobody should be able to look so tempting doing the dishes."

He had made Sean laugh.

"Then you should see me vacuuming the floors."

Viggo chuckled. "I'll bet." He hugged Sean to him. He had nearly said these words before, but had always decided to save them for the right occasion. Sean leaned back into him, enveloped in Viggo's arms. Viggo rested his cheek against the Brit's temple and said: "I love you."

The radio played on in silence.

Then Sean turned his head in an angle that looked far from healthy in an attempt to see Viggo's face.

"What...? Viggo..."

Viggo allowed him to turn around and smiled over the stunned look.

"I love you," he repeated, one hand coming to rest on Sean's face, fingers caressing the smooth skin. Sean was still speechless. Then a beatific smile made its way over his features.

"You love me," he whispered, still smiling and sounding a bit awestruck.

"Yep," Viggo nodded.

In a matter of an instant Sean was hugging him again, face against Viggo's neck, clinging to him.

"I love you too!" was somewhat distortedly said from under his chin.

"I know you do," Viggo smiled. An image of the broken door suddenly presented itself in his mind. Coming back to the house he had taken a chair and smashed the rest of the door in. He had made sure Sean didn't see it. He efficiently snuffed the image out. Carefully withdrawing a bit he curled a finger under Sean's chin, lifting the other man's face to him. About to say something he got lost in Sean's green eyes. So he simply closed his own eyes and moved in for a kiss. By then everything felt okay again.

The kiss had naturally led to more. Laying on his back in the spacious bed, Viggo was quietly running his fingers up and down Sean's naked back. He knew the younger man wasn't sleeping.

"What are you thinking about, pet?" he asked in the end.

"That I'm happy." He could feel Sean's smile.

"That's good."

Sean lifted himself up a little and folded his arms on Viggo's chest. Peering into the older man's eyes, he appeared to be searching for something.

"And you? You're...happy?"

Viggo lifted his hand and placed a finger on Sean's nose. Tapping it lightly, he grinned. "Of course I am, sweetheart. I have you here, naked, in bed with me. I'm very happy."

He got a shy smile in return. "Just checking."

Mapping Sean's face with his finger, Viggo decided that he needed to draw the other man again. Maybe break out the paintbrushes again and do some painting... He hadn't done that for far too long. Mostly he had drawn Sean while the other wasn't aware or was sleeping. It could be interesting to get the younger man to pose for him.

"You're scheming," Sean observed. He caught Viggo's finger and placed a kiss on the finger tip. "I know that look."

"Well," Viggo grinned widely. He rolled them over in a sudden move, trapping Sean beneath him. Moving in for a kiss, he murmured: "I think it's time I put my thoughts into action then, don't you agree?"

~~<>~~

He wasn't aware that anyone was near before he felt a warm weight snuggle up to his back.

"Whatcha reading?" Dom rested his chin on Billy's shoulder, trying to see what the Scotsman was reading. Looping his arms around the other man's chest, he made himself comfortable.

"I..." Billy looked down on the book. "Cussler, I think."

"You think? Babe, I know you got the whole attention span thing going on, but you've been staring at the book for ages, The title should at least have begun to sink in." Dominick paused as Billy didn't answer. "Bill? You alright?"

Instead of answering Billy gently made his way free and turned around. Gesturing to Dom he made the younger man sit down next to him. Bluegrey eyes watched him with a puzzled and slightly worried look. A twinge in his chest reminded Billy of just how much he had fallen for his friend during their time together. And that was what he couldn't get his mind around. Everytime he looked at Dom, the mix of emotions... If you loved someone, you protected them, right? Made sure noone hurt them. Yourself included. He sighed, and pulled his boyfriend closer.

"Just a lot on my mind, doxy," he bit his lip and watched Dom intently. " I just...You would tell me, right?" he blurted out. "If I was doing something that hurt you?"

Dom was frowning. "I know you'd never do anything to hurt me..."

"But you would tell me?" Billy interrupted. "I mean, even if I didn't know I was doing it, or I didn't mean to..."

"I think I know what's going on. " Dom said slowly. "Look, Bill, you're not hurting me in any way, trust me." Dropping a gentle kiss on the other man's lips he drew Billy in close and hugged him tightly. "I know this thing with Sean and Viggo is getting to you, but you and me? We're nothing like them, we never will be. Trust me on that."

Billy hugged him back. "I will. I love you so much."

"You better. It would really suck being in love all alone."

"And you call me strange."

"You are strange, my love."

"You're just trying to cheer me up."

"I am." Dom's eyes were twinkling in a mischievous smile. "Is it working?" He got his answer as Billy kissed him.

~~<>~~

It had taken him most of the day, but Orlando had finally made his mind up. He had heard about Sean's accident from several of the other cast members and crew, and he had known he had to do something about it right away. He didn't want to risk another confronttation with Viggo though, he was a bit ashamed to admit that the older man still scared him. But Sean was his friend, and it didn't feel right that he knew that someone was hurting his friend while he didn't do anything about it. So he carefully plotted and came up with a way to at least get to talk to Sean, and maybe if he was lucky, the blond might actually listen to him.

He had done some careful investigaton and found out that while Viggo supposedly had some time off, he had been required to meet the writers about some re-work they had done on his lines. Sean would probably stay at the house. Orlando was very good at eavesdropping when he wanted to.

So tonight it would be. He figured he should just show up at the house Sean and Viggo shared. The worst thing Sean could do was slam the door in his face. But Orli was fairly certain that the Brit was still feeling guilty for what Viggo had done to him, and Orlando could be very persuasive when he set his mind to it. He had expected it was going to feel better when he had made a decision, but it didn't.

It felt really weird to be hiding in the bushes outside the small house, waiting for Viggo to leave. In fact he felt ridicolous. But not ridicolous enough to not shrink further back into the protective darkness as the door opened and a tall figure stepped out on the porch.

"Calm down, you idiot," Orlando berated himself. "He can't see you, he has no idea that you're here at all." Quietly he followed Viggo with his eyes, as the man walked down the stair and headed for the main building. Only when the he had been out of sight for a good five minutes, Orlando moved. After having made his way out of the bushes, he trudged up the stairs, wondering what he was going to say to Sean. He figured he would improvise. Boldly he lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

It only took Sean a few seconds to answer. For a little while they merely stared at each other.

Sean seemed a bit startled. "Orlando? What are you doing here?"

It wasn't difficult to catch the underlaying meaning, especially as Sean cast a quick look down the road. "You shouldn't be here, Orli."

"I have to talk to you," the younger man insisted. "Come take a walk with me or something? Please, I really need to talk to you. Viggo won't be back for a long time yet." He caught sight of the bandage on Sean's arm and swallowed. "Are you alright? I mean, your arm and everything?"

"What? Yeah, sure. Look, I'm really not certain about this..."

"Come on, Sean," Orlando wheedled. "Please?" He batted his eyes at Sean. "Pretty please?" He earned himself a lopsided smile for his efforts.

"Ok, I'll come. But just for a little while." Sean reached for a coat Orlando couldn't remember ever seeing him wear. He realised it must be Viggo's with a funny feeling in his stomach.

Joining Orlando on the porch, Sean sent him a look. "You coming then?"

"Yeah." Orlando shook his head. "Let's go."

They walked in silence, Orlando leading the way. He took them past the bar and the usual hangouts, walking them further down to the beach. Sean would, as well as himself, not want anyone to see them together. Neither wanted Viggo to know, but the reasons why differed greatly. Or maybe not so. But the night was pleasant and warm, and there were a lot of stars shining overhead, so Orli relaxed a little. He stopped just short of the actual beach. The faint sound of the waves mesmerized him for a small second, starflecked water moving predictably back and forth, undisturbed.

"Orli?" Sean's voice was careful, unsure. And suddenly the young actor couldn't take it anymore. He had planned every word of what he was going to say as doggedly as if he was going to testify in court, But when Sean said his name, he just couldn't take knowing what was going on, knowing the reason why they were standing in the middle of a night-dark forest to talk, instead sitting down somewhere like normal people.

"I wanted to talk to you," he bravely started. "About what's going on lately..." He paused and moved his hand to his hair, and tugged at an errant lock. There were times where having a full head of hair would have come in handy. The mohawk didn't give the same effect when you needed to run your hand through your hair like that.

"I just.. Oh screw it, I knew what I was going to say, and it was very convincing, damn it!" Orlando showed his hands down his jacket pockets and drew a deep breath. "Okay, here's the deal..."

Sean was watching him through narrowed eyes. "Orlando, have you been drinking?"

The younger man stopped and blinked surprised at him.

"I've...I've just had a couple of drinks..."

The other man took a step back. "I don't think this was a good idea, Orli. I should get back."

He nearly lost his balance as Orlando took hold of his arm and pulled him back in a quick, angry movement.

"No! You're staying here!"

It was strange, the feeling when you know you had lost control of the situation, and you couldn't have it back. Keeping his hold on Sean Orlando stalked closer. Together close like this they were about the same height, allowing him to look straight into the other man's eyes. He didn't like what he saw.

"You are going to listen to me, Sean." Orlando's voice was low. "You owe me. I've been watching you and that prick for weeks now, and I think I may finally be getting it, you know?"

"Let me go." Sean's voice was calm.

"Oh no. See, I have figured you out." The smile was sinister. Fingers dug deeper into Sean's arm.

"I think you like being slapped around. Why else would you stay with fucking Viggo?" He tightened his grip just a little more as Sean tried to move away. "What, that struck a little too close to home?"

"Orli, this isn't you talking..." Sean was almost whispering. "Let me go. Please."

Hearing the quiet plea and seeing the masked fear in Sean's eyes, Orlando closed his eyes.

Opening them again, he backhanded the older man across the face, sending him sprawling on the soft forest floor.

"Damn you!" He felt like crying. "Why can't you just listen to me, Sean? I don't want to be mad at you anymore, you used to be my friend!" He quickly got hold of Sean before he could get back up, keeping the other man down. "Now all you can do is stay with Viggo and let him beat you without so much as trying... Why can't you just listen to us?" He urgently framed Sean's face in his hands. "We're only trying to look out for you, don't you see that being with..."

A fist caught him under the chin, stunning him enough so that he was easily rolled off his captive. Swearing to himself, Orlando crawled to his feet and threw himself back at the Brit. They tumbled to the ground again.

"You're supposed to stay!" Before he knew what he was doing, Orlando had struck Sean again. Looking down he met green eyes, this time blazing with anger. Somehow he liked that even less than the fear.

"Get the hell off me, you bloody little shit!"

"That's it." Orlando felt a surrealistic calm set in. "I will not have you talking to me like that." Sitting on top of Sean, with the amount of alcohol he had consumed earlier, he felt something happen to his body. A blush crept over his features as he realised that the close proximity was turning him on.

Another look down revealed that Sean had felt it too, and was back to looking worried.

Very, very slowly Orlando reached out his hand and placed it on Sean's chest. Looking at his hand and not at Sean, he trailed fingertips down the soft fabric of the white T-shirt. Muscles and warmth met him and movement as Sean breathed. He hadn't really considered this. But it did feel really nice, having Sean underneath him, touching another man's strong body. It felt different. But in a way he could get used to. Nibbling on his lower lip Orlando went to explore further, sliding his hand upwards.

"You feel nice," he murmured.

One finger traced the neckline of the cotton T-shirt, not quite touching the skin underneath. His other hand moved low, fingers busily slipping under the hem of the shirt. Orlando held his breath as his fingers splayed on the smooth surface under it. Still he didn't look at Sean. The other man didn't move, if not for the slight tremble. Muscles tensed forcefully as Orlando's hand moved to the waistband of his jeans.

The first button opened willingly between his fingers. Unable to go on, Orlando ducked his head.

What the hell was he doing? Reality slammed into his head with a vengeance, freezing him in place as the thoughts in his head went berserk without a warning. His hand was still on Sean's chest as he breathed heavily. The urge to hit something draped itself around his mind, itching for the chance to lead the chaos in his head into something solid.

"I just wanted to talk to you." His hand pressed down. Aiming big, brown eyes at Sean, he added: "I missed having you around, you know... We never spend time together anymore." He shook his head sadly. "And now you made me go and do this. It's not fair." He let up a little, straightening his back.

The next thing he knew, he was on his back, face aching. The starry skies above sprinkled merrygorounds of starshine in his vision. Rolling over, Orlando heard more than saw Sean getting to his feet.

"Wait," he weakly protested, reaching out his hand. "Sean, wait, please, I'm really sorry..."

The sound of someone moving quickly over the leaves and grass was his only answer. Orlando got to his feet, unsteadily. He lasted three steps before he collapsed against the nearest tree.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," he chanted, banging his fists against his forehead, curling up at the tree root. "Fucking stupid, stupid, stupid..."

~~<>~~

He hadn't stopped to think ever since he had gotten back on his feet. Running back to the house, Sean quickly made sure that his clothes were properly on and didn't have any visible stains. Viggo would wonder why he had changed his clothes. So he put the coat back where it belonged and walked determinedly on into the bathroom.

Meeting his own eyes in the mirror, he released a shaky breath.

"You are not going to start crying," he told his reflection. "Damn you, you're not going to cry."

There was a telltale bruise spreading on his face. Most of was hidden by his short beard, but not enough. Standing perfectly still, Sean regarded his own image in the mirror. A plan formed, and it made him feel better knowing what to do. Blocking away every other thoughts than those that told him what he needed to do to make sure Viggo would never know, he turned his back on his reflection and walked away.

The kitchen was dark, so he turned on the light. Opening one cabinet he reached for a glass. Watching intently he dropped it on the floor, studying how it shattered against the floor boards. Carefully Sean kneeled down. Examining the jagged remains he soon found a larger piece of glass with sharp edges. Clutching it in his hand he rose back up.

The shard held between two fingers, the other hand on his cheek, Sean matter of factly placed the sharp edge against the bruise and cut. He pushed in deeply, making sure that it bled. Once there was a suitable amount of blood on his fingers, he threw the glass shard back to the floor. Then he went to get what he needed to clean up. When everything looked like it had before, he waited.

He always could tell when it was Viggo coming back. There was something in the way he walked, something that alerted Sean of his presence. Willing the sudden race of his heart back under control, he forced a smile on his face as the other man entered the room. He swiftly got to his feet and walked into Viggo's waiting arms.

"Missed you," he murmured, arms securely fastened around Viggo's neck.

"I missed you too, precious." Viggo tipped Sean's face to his so he could examine the cut. "What happened to your face, Sean?"

"I dropped a glass in the sink." The lie came smoothly. "A piece of it hit me in the face." He smiled sheepishly, looking at Viggo under his eyelashes.

"Sometimes you do worry me, pet." Viggo was fussing over the cut, lightly teasing him. "Did you clean it properly?" As Sean shook his head, he placed a kiss on Sean's forehead. "Come on, let's get you taken care of." He took Sean by the hand, leading him back to the kitchen.

Just as he turned around to follow Viggo, Sean's eyes landed on the coat he had wore earlier. And the clear trace of dirt and grass covering the sleeve. The sudden, hard hit of fear in his chest nearly made him lose his breath.

"Just a minute," he heard himself say. "You go ahead. I'm just...turning off the TV." Hurrying back Sean tore the coat off the hanger. Rearranging it with shaky hands he made sure the stain was well hidden. It would have to be enough for the moment.
He allowed himself a few seconds to compose himself, then he went back to Viggo.

~~<>~~

For the latest hour Billy had watched Orlando silently and steadily drink himself into a stupor. Dominick and he had been sitting in a booth in the back of the bar as the other actor had slinked back into the bar, situated himself by the bar disk and hadn't moved since. Billy couldn't quite see what it was he was drinking, but by the fact that Orlando now was more or less draped over the bar disk, told him that whatever it was it had certainly done the trick.

"I think we should get Orli out of here," Dom quietly stated, following the way Billy was looking. "I don't know what's going on over there, but he looks like he's about to pass out."

Billy nodded. "I'll deal with him." He was held back by Dom's hold on his hand. When he turned he found Dom smiling a little at him.

"Together, remember?"

"Of course. Sorry."

"It's ok." Dominick stole a quick kiss as they made their way out of the booth. "Let's go get Orlando."

Orlando didn't look up as Billy and Dom sat down on either side of him. He held on to a glass of clear liquid for dear life and was staring at it as if it held the answers to all of the secrets of the universe.

"Don't you think you've had enough by now?" Billy asked mildly.

Orlando emptied the glass he was holding, and signaled to the bartender for one more. Dom intercepted, shaking his head at the man behind the bar.

"No more. I'll take care of his bill."

"Hey!" Orlando turned to Dom, nearly falling off his chair in the process. "Fuck off, Dom... I'm gonna have another, I..."

"Shut up, Orli," Dom simply replied. "You're not getting anymore. I'm taking you home to bed."

A nasty smile curled Orlando's lips. "What, Billy's not doing it for you anymore?"

His smile was returned right back at him. "Oh yes, he does. He does it very well even. And when you're sober again, I am so going to remain you of this. Let's go." Pulling the other man off of the bar stool, he trusted Billy to be on the other side to ensure, how tempting it ever would be, that Orli didn't fall on his face. The brunet protested weakly as his two friends dragged him out of the bar.

"Uh...guys? I think I'm gonna... Oh my God..."

Seeing the pale face turn distinctly green, both Billy and Dom wisely let go as Orlando sprinted to the nearest bush, his latest drinks deciding to take a U-turn. Once it was over, he sank back to the ground, ashen and sweating. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve he remained on the asphalt. He started as arms came around him, gently helping him to his feet. The kind act had him reduced to tears in an instant.

"Orli? What's the matter? Dom, give me a hand, he's really out of it." Together they got the taller man to a bench, sitting him down between them. Orlando immediately curled in on himself, hiding his face in his hands. The feel of someone stroking his back reassuringly only made him cry harder.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" he heard Dominick ask.

"I don't know," came Billy's answer. "Did you get a look of his face? Looks like he was in a fight, or something." The conversation ended as Orlando was pulling in close to either Dom or Billy and held tight. Unable to form a single, comprehensive word, he let himself be held even though he knew he didn't deserve it.

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""No, never again. From now on, it's just going to be you and me, never anybody else." He smiled carefully, almost shyly."

Oh, this doesn't sound good, no ma'am! *tsk tsk viggo*

"Viggo rested his cheek against the Brit's temple and said: "I love you.""

It has the flavor of the "one Ring."

"Keeping his hold on Sean Orlando stalked closer."

*ooooh* Orlando so needs to be bitch-slapped!!! And I am so glad that Sean did it!!!

This story is too cool in all it's dark glory!!! *two thumbs up*

I can't wait for the next part!!! ;D

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

The one ring... Yeah, I have gotten that feeling too. And Viggo does call Sean 'precious'. :)
And I am really glad that people also like the Orlando-twist, I had expexted to have a number of people complaining about that, wanting Sean to end up with Orli.

...This story is too cool in all it's dark glory!!! *two thumbs up*
I can't wait for the next part!!! ;D...

Wow, thanks, sweetie. *smiles* Getting this great feedback keeps the bunnies hopping. I hope to have another chapter out in a few days.

[ladybluelove.livejournal.com]

Fantastic! I missed this story so much! I was always stalking the internet for updates...Now it's here**SQUEE**

"I had expexted to have a number of people complaining about that, wanting Sean to end up with Orli."

No, no, for all his S.O.B(ness) Viggo still belongs with Sean and vise-versa, I am in love with them and UrBana.

Thank you so much for giving us this fine story...You write awesome!!!*hugs*

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

Yes, Viggo and Sean do belong together. :)

...Thank you so much for giving us this fine story...You write awesome!!!*hugs*...

It's you all that keeps me going. I'm thrilled that people like reading this as much I like writing. Seriously, I worship ya'll.

And UrBana? Karl and Eric... Yummy!!

[seleneheart]

Once again, I am so glad you are going on with this! You have thrown in quite a few twists with this . . . looking forward to the resolution of all these conflicts you have set up.

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

A few twists, yeah... I feel like I'm a secret brother and a pregnancy away from a complete soap opera. But I'm having so much fun. ;)
And the resulotion...by the looks of things here...it's gonna take a while.
So happy that you still enjoy the tale.

[yudetpe.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you continue this story and share with us here. It's been a long time since your last update on your website, I was afraid you're not gonna finish it!
Mind if I friend you? ^-^

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

...I was afraid you're not gonna finish it!...

So was I, actually. You can all thank/blame Alexa for this. :)

And of course I don't mind if you friend me, not at all, dear.

[makamu]

Thank you Blue Kat! thanks a bunch!! :) *is out of words*

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

Thank you too, dear. :) Comments like that brightens up my day, and makes me smile. *hugs*

[french-hobbit.livejournal.com]

Wow! I can't believe you're going on with these story! It's been in my bookmarks for so long, but i was considering it as an eternal WIP :) Thank you very, very much!

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

I'm very happy to be writing on it again too! But now I am having so much fun that I'll probably just continue forever. :) Or atleast until my evil!Viggo muse throws another fit and wants a new innocent!Sean bunny to play with.
So glad you enjoy my story.

PS: I adore your icon, smiling Sean and scheming Viggo. Perfect! ;)

[french-hobbit.livejournal.com]

I'm sharing it if you're interested :)

I am having so much fun that I'll probably just continue forever
Well, it's more than okay with me!

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

...I'm sharing it if you're interested :)...

Really? :) Because I love that image. So, thanks! I'd love it!

...I am having so much fun that I'll probably just continue forever. Well, it's more than okay with me!...

Heh heh. There is absolutely no end in sight, only a ton of bunnies wearing spiked collars and toting whips. ;)

[french-hobbit.livejournal.com]

I'd love it!
Go ahead :)

May I friend you btw?

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't mind!
Thanks again. :)

[alexabond.livejournal.com]

You know I love you and thanks so much for the dedication! *blows kisses*

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

Love you too, dear. And the rest of this story is comepletely your doing, you got me going again in writing this. So, this entire thing is dedicated to your lovely self. :) *lotsa hugs*

[ladybluelove.livejournal.com]

I second the motion! And, I love both of you fine writer's! May I also friend you strangekitties, I'd put you next to Alexa but LJ has that alphabet thing going (hehe). **hugs**

[strangekitties.livejournal.com]

I'm so not even in Al's league. :) And of course you may friend me.

[ladybluelove.livejournal.com]

Yes you are, and Alexa will tell you so just as she's told me, your work does speaks for you. Thank you, I'm friending you now. *hugs*

[alexabond.livejournal.com]

Love you too, dear.

*blushes* Thanks *smiles*

And the rest of this story is comepletely your doing, you got me going again in writing this. So, this entire thing is dedicated to your lovely self. :) *lotsa hugs*

Nothing like seeing your name in such lovely places ;)

Thanks, sweetheart! *blows kisses*