Story post: Varg, ch. 18-19
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rugbytackleTitle: 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
Note: this marks the end of the first instalment of this story. Or maybe one more chapter to go.
He waited a long time to make sure Viggo was really asleep. Usually he found it soothing and safe to lay awake next to the other man, listening to him breathing and feeling strong arms around him. Tonight he'd never found that calm. Sean carefully made his way free from Viggo's hold. A shadow of a frown flickered over Viggo's face as he somewhere in deep sleep sensed that Sean wasn't close anymore. Waiting another moment by the bed, Sean studied Viggo closely to make sure he slept on. Once he was absolutely sure, he walked quietly to the hallway.
The coat hung as he had arranged it. The dirt on the sleeve still had that earthy smell and suddenly Sean was back in the forest. Heart hammering painfully, he shook his head slightly to clear away the sharp scent of grass and the cold feeling of dread.
"Don't," he reminded himself. "Don't think about it." Yet he remained in the dark hallway for nearly a minute, holding onto the jacket.
The wash room was lit only by a single light fixture in the roof. Methodically collecting the rest of the laundry, Sean sorted it in different piles. The shirt Viggo had worn on their night in the forest was suddenly between his hands and he stroked it carefully. On a whim he placed it aside before loading the rest into the washer. The shirt smelled like Viggo.
The glass doors had been replaced by now. No one had said anything about it, which Sean was eternally grateful for. What had happened was something private between Viggo and him. The cold glass gave him a small start as he placed his fingers against it. The surface was whole and even, invisible until he touched it.
"He told you he loves you," he murmured to himself, the simple words like a mantra. "He loves you." The door slid easily open, granting him acess to the back porch. He left it just a little open to make sure he'd hear any sounds from within the house.
The nightly air was chilled. The floor boards cold against his bare feet. Everything was deathly quiet, something Sean still had trouble getting used to. He didn't like the quiet. He hugged himself as he regarded the black mass of the trees. The first tear that curved over his cheek surprised him, only to find that he couldn't stop. Biting his teeth together Sean never made a sound as currents of hot tears made their silent way down his face. Hands clenched into fist, he drove his nails into the soft flesh as hard as he could. Only when he could feel his nails slipping a bit in the sticky blood he'd drawn did he relax a bit. He stayed on the porch until the last of the tears had dried up, waiting stubbornly until no one would ever be able to tell what had happened.
Viggo was still sleeping when Sean made his way back to the bedroom. He was on his back, dark hair a tarnished halo around his peaceful face. Thoughtfully Sean slid his fingers down Viggo's cheek, warm skin giving way for the rougher texture of the short beard. One finger tip lined the rounded feature of a bottom lip. Moving his hand to the side of Viggo's face, the other man made a sleepy sound, nuzzling slightly into Sean's hand. It made Sean smile.
The sudden need to be as close to Viggo as possible made his skin burn with anticipation. Sliding hurriedly in under the blankets, he scooted closer to Viggo, snuggling up to him as the larger man's arms easily came around him. Burrowing in further, Sean pressed a kiss to Viggo's neck, just above the neckline of his T-shirt.
"You're cold," Viggo mumbled into Sean's hair.
"Couldn't sleep, so I decided to get some of the laundry done," Sean braved, forcing his body to relax as he waited for the answer.
"Mmhm." Viggo didn't seem to care. His hands drifted up and down Sean's bare back. When Sean lifted his head so he could see Viggo's face he was met by blue eyes. Thankful for the mellow darkness Sean allowed himself a tiny smile.
"Love you," he whispered, not able to stop touching the older man. Dipping down he stole a sweet kiss.
Before he could retract, a large hand snaked around his neck to keep him still as Viggo deepened the kiss. Sean let him. He slid his hands underneath Viggo's shirt, surprising them both with his forwardness. A not unpleasant shiver raced down his spine as Viggo seemed content to let him take the lead for now. It didn't mean that he was impassive though. The feel of Viggo's skin took on magical qualities, erasing any other touches. Aching to feel some semblance of clean again, Sean initiated another kiss, hungry, deep and needing. As Viggo pushed slowly at the waistband of his pj pants, he whimpered, the sound half arousement, half relief.
"Easy, pet..." Viggo's voice soothed him, in contrast to the lips scorching a path over Sean's shoulder. The Dane lifted his head and watched Sean for an endless second. Unable to form words Sean pulled them together, trusting his body to convey his feelings. He wanted to drown in Viggo. Burn the world away in a flash fire of want. But despite Sean's urgency Viggo seemed to know exactly what he needed and made love to him slowly, lovingly and sweetly. As he finally pushed his way deep into Sean's body, the younger man wanted to freeze-frame the exact, perfect moment, locking them together for all eternity.
He never wanted it to end, never wanted to stop feeling Viggo's body moving against his, touching him in the most intimate places. Giving himself up completely, Sean was overwhelmed by a desire to not only never be parted from the darker man, but to remain a part of him forever. Whimpering wordlessly he made an attempt to curl around Viggo, scared that if he stopped touching, just a little, everything would break around him. Break so severly that how much he'd try, he could never piece it back together again. Then Viggo's voice rasped over his skin, deep and commanding.
"Let go, pet, it's alright... Just let go."
And as always, he obeyed.
~~<>~~
Cradling his lover in his arms, Viggo thoughtfully ran his hand down Sean's still trembling back. The younger man hadn't said a word since he'd come back to himself in Viggo's embrace. Idly wondering if he should get up and get a smoke, Viggo stared at the shadow-misted ceiling. Tomorrow they would both be returning to the set. Sean's arm had healed enough to that the bandages could come off during the filming of their scenes. A few days more and he'd be allowed to start training again. Something Viggo looked forward to immensly. They had both gone through several hours of sword fencing training, but they had never gotten to spar against each other. He knew Sean was already a skilled fighter. A smile curled around the side of his mouth as he wondered what Sean wouild do when he told him. It wouldn't be fun unless the younger man made an effort. Surely Viggo would come out victorious, but it wouldn't be the same if Sean let him win.
He wondered again about the cigarette, as he kept moving his hand over Sean's back. It strayed to his neck, folding around it in a familiar, posessive hold. Sean shifted a little against him, reflexively snuggling in tighter.
After a while Sean had to give up the fight against sleep and Viggo felt his body relax, warm breath slightly fanning his neck. He made an effort to close his eyes and follow, but sleep wasn't prepared to come for him just yet. Blinking blue eyes open again, he resorted to thinking things through. As much as he had enjoyed what had happened, he just couldn't suppress that little voice that told him that something must have set this off. Sean was usually quite satisfied with letting Viggo take the lead in bed. Unless Viggo wanted him to do different, of course. Sometimes he enjoyed seeing his angel getting his wings dirty.
That thought kept him awake all through the early morning. The sun had stretched long fingers from the mountains and was poking at their windows before Viggo dozed off lightly. Only to be woken again by Sean waking up next to him. He rolled over and pulled Sean in close.
"Good morning," he murmured into a kiss. Feeling Sean open up to him, hands winding into Viggo's longer hair, he was pleased to find that younger man seemed like normal. Seemed like nothing had happened. Viggo didn't know why he wasn't all comfortable with that.
Sean aimed green eyes that always seemed darker in the mornings at him. "I love you."
"I love you too." The words came easily. And suddenly Viggo discovered that he was speaking the truth.
For a few seconds the insight and the true nature of what he actually was feeling knocked him for a loop. He hadn't really been in love before. Not like this, at least. He smiled, feeling strangely giddy. It was quite romantic this, laying in bed together after a night of lovemaking and then suddenly realise that you were in love.
"I love you," he repeated, just to see that special light in Sean's eyes as the younger man moved to place a kiss on Viggo's lips. "I love you, pet."
He really didn’t want to wake up. Not with an Irish dance troupe in his head and what felt like a rather large dust bunny in his mouth. Slowly peeling his eyes open, Orlando was met with a disturbingly off-kilter view off someone’s living room. The right side of his face was mashed into a couch and there was a blanket currently trying its best to smother him. He remained still, waiting for his fuzzy head to get the message through to his body that it was awake. Very carefully he moved a little, debating whether sitting up was out of the question. He would have to move soon though as there was an insistent patch of sunlight on the floor inching steadily closer to him. Rolling to his back, Orlando kicked off the blanket. At least he felt a little more comfortable. In all of the three seconds it took his stomach to protest being moved.
“Oh my Lord!” Shooting out of the couch, he covered his mouth with a frantic hand. Brown eyes roved wildly as he tried to figure out where the hell he was, and more importantly, where the hell was the bathroom?
He was at Dom and Billy’s. His feet already knew the path. When he reached the small bathroom, it was just in time. On his knees he curled over the toilet as his stomach violently got rid of what small amount was left in there from last night.
When it finally was over, Orlando tiredly rested his head in his arm, shaking and feeling more than half dead. A chilled wash cloth was dropped on his neck and he jumped, nearly knocking his teeth out on the toilet seat.
“Relax,” a familiar voice said next to him. Orlando looked up to find Dominick looking back at him. The other man was still clad in a tank top and worn pj pants. He was also holding out a glass of water.
Zeroing in on the clear liquid, Orlando grasped the glass with greedy hands. After having rinsed his mouth repeatedly, he dared to take a small sip. His stomach didn’t particularly want the water, but it didn’t reject it either. Orlando sighed and closed his eyes, face hitting his arm again.
“So what was your problem last night?” Dom went on to ask and Orli turned his face further into his arm. “Because you were being a real arse before you went and had a complete breakdown on us.
He felt cold. The memories still nagged at his mind instead of being flushed out by a current of booze as he had planned on. Instead it had only taken on the dubious qualities of a bad dream in Orlando’s head.
“I did a bad thing,” he whispered.
“What?” Dom had his arms crossed over his chest, hip leaning into the edge of the wash basin.
“I… I kinda talked to Sean last night.”
“Yeah?” Dominick frowned. “Wait a minute; Sean wasn’t at the bar at all last night. Where did you talk to him?”
“I went to their place.” Orli let out a giggle, shaking his head into his arm. “I went to their fucking place…”
He could tell Dominick was surprised.
“What the hell did you do that for? I hardly believe Viggo was happy to see you…he give you that bruise on your chin?”
“No… That’s Sean’s work. Viggo wasn’t there.”
“Sean? Why would he hit you?”
“I kinda… Hit him first.”
The bathroom plunged into silence. Orli offered a half smile, closing his eyes again. He opened them to find Dom’s face levelled with his, the other Brit’s hand tight around Orlando’s upper arm.
“What the fuck did you do!?” He had never seen that kind of look on Dominick’s face before. It made him uneasy and he withdrew a little.
“I was just going to talk to him, ok? It’s not my fault…other things happened.” He had to look away as he told Dom what had happened. In the end the other man moved away from him, falling against the opposite wall. Dominick rubbed a hand over his face, and then he fixed his eyes at Orlando.
“Why couldn’t you just have let him go back? I mean, I can relate to the wanting to talk to him, but you knew Sean wasn’t going to all of a sudden see the light and ditch Vig, right? You should have just let him go, not lost your temper like that.”
“I know. But I just couldn’t, you know? Sean is my friend. I never should have hit him, but…I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, your fist to his face probably wasn’t the best of options, but by the looks of it, he clocked you good too.” Dom leant his head back against the blue and white tiled wall. “So what are you gonna do now?”
Orlando managed a shrug while still hunched over the toilet.
“Have no idea.” He turned his head enough to let one brown eye peer over at Dom. “Listen, I’m really sorry about what happened last night; I was drunk off my ass. I didn’t mean for you and Bill to get dragged into this.”
“S’okay. But you’re going to have to tell Billy what you did; I’m not covering for you. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” He cracked the tiniest smile over Orlando’s groan. “Not to keen on telling him that you got in a fight, huh? Especially considering who it was with. Be sure to tell him that Sean kicked your ass too.”
“Tell me what?”
A set of brown eyes and a set of blue eyes whipped up to find Billy in the doorway, in matching sleeping attire to Dom and wearing a sleepy, slightly confused look. Dominick got to his feet and looped his arm around Billy’s waist. He was clearly waiting for Orlando to speak, so the younger man grudgingly took the bait.
“Yeah…I got in a bit of a scuffle last night.” Gingerly Orlando made his way to his feet, holding onto the wall for support. “I had a few drinks and figured it was a good idea to go try and talk some sense into Sean.” He indicated his bruised chin. “It didn’t go so well.”
Billy was watching him with an inscrutable look.
“What happened?”
“He didn’t want to listen to what I had to say, so I tried to hold him back when he wanted to leave. He pushed me away and I…lost my temper. I hit him.” Orlando paused a little after the confession. “He hit me back, hard enough to make me lose my balance. When I got back up, he was gone. Then I went back to the bar.” Hugging himself, Orlando looked down. “Then I got really, really drunk.”
“Not too smart.”
Orlando felt inclined to agree.
“Yeah. Not one of my brightest ideas. But I was feeling so damn awful. I really ruined whatever chance I got in helping Sean, didn’t I?”
Billy’s look softened. “Well, maybe not ruined them, but you did fuck up… Not like anything we’ve done so far, is helping any, by the way.”
No one said anything for the next minute. Orlando finally straightened and pushed away from the wall.
“I’m going to go back to my own place and grab a shower.” He hesitated walking past Billy and Dom, still linked by arms around each other’s waits. “Thanks, guys, for taking care of me last night.”
He got a smile from Billy and a pat on the shoulder. “No prob, Orli. That’s what friends are for.”
Fighting the sudden stinging of tears in his eyes again, Orlando just nodded and ducked out of the bath room. Making his way quickly through the rest of the house, he only stopped outside to fill his lungs with a deep breath of fresh air. The morning sun stung his eyes; a soft summer breeze chilled the sweat on his skin. Exhaling softly he squinted at the sky.
“Fucking hell…” He stuffed his hands deep inside his pockets and trudged along to his own condo.
~~<>~~
Besides shooting the movies, the number two most frequent activity seemed to be partying. The party goers differed a bit from time to time, depending on who was in the area, who was wiped out after a day of fighting, who was feeling sociable, etcetera. Orlando had been to several parties, ranging from theme parties and dress up parties, to good old get drunk and kick back parties that seemed to be at least Craig’s favourite. The tall brunet was currently sitting across the table from him, enjoying a cold beer. Orlando could see the condensation drops rolling off the brown bottle, turning Craig’s hand slick. A nearly untouched glass of Diet Coke was sitting on front of Orli himself, complete with a slice of lemon, hanging daintily over the rim of the glass.
Of course Craig found that immensely funny. After a few jokes about being on the wagon, Orlando had resorted to glaring. Craig had backed off, snickering, and now the two of them were drinking in amiable silence.
Polishing off the remains of the beer, Craig pushed away from the table.
“I’m getting another one,” he nodded at the bar. “Can I get you anything?”
Orlando could easily detect the cluster of hobbits sittings at the bar. Four heads close together in conversation, forming their own small island in the party sea.
“Yeah,” he gruffly stated, staring at the soda. “Get me a beer. And some fucking tequila. I feel like Mexican tonight.”
Craig looked puzzled, but nonetheless complied. “Sure. Be back in a second.” He wandered off in the direction of the bar. The sound of a chair being pulled back followed a little while later.
“You took your time,” Orlando complained, holding out a hand for his drink. “Gimme.”
A chuckle made him look up.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought it was Craig.”
The handsome, fair headed man across from him smiled. “Gee, happy to see you too, Bloom.” He leaned back. “Now, I just spent the entire day dressed up like a bogey man, what’ve you got to be sulking like that for?”
“You’re an orc,” Orlando reminded him, “not the bogey man. And I’m not sulking.”
“Sure as hell look that way.” The fellow actor leaned back, still wearing a wide smile. “And I been watching you tonight… Seem to be a little low in the old party mood, aren’t ya?”
Around them the amount of people and noise were raising by the hour. There had been a series of days with few scenes being filmed and a lot of the members of the cast found themselves together for the first time. Orlando had been witness to a lot of presentations over the time he had been there. The most noticeable one had been between David Wenham and Karl Urban, their Faramir and Eomer, respectively. It could be the Diet Coke talking, but if Orlando had developed a gaydar since last night, it surely was pinging now. The two of them were now occupying a couch in the back, talking about something Orlando couldn’t catch, but involved a lot of gesturing. He would have to keep an eye on those too. On-set romances tended to not do so well around here.
“I got something that might help you a little, my friend. Just to lift those spirits a little…”
He had nearly forgotten that he had company. And speaking of company, where was Craig with his beer? Meeting the other man’s eyes again, Orlando’s gaze was soon drawn to the hand on the table, laying palm up. Two small, white pills adorned the back of the tanned hand, like two tiny eyes lacking irises and pupils.
“No, thank you.”
“Don’t tell me you’re into that shit with your body being your temple and all that crap?”
“No, I’m just not stupid.” Orlando took a deep swallow of his Diet Coke, the soda gone flat sitting on the table. “Look, I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need no cheering up. I’m,” the grin was a mere showing of teeth, “fan-fucking-tastic.” He raised his glass in a mock salute. “See you around.”
The other shrugged, and then got up. “Hey, it’s your loss.” Turning around to leave, he nearly collided with Craig, carrying two beer bottles and Orlando’s requested tequila shot. At the sight of the alcohol, he grinned at Orli.
Orlando glared back. The blond patted Craig’s shoulder and then was gone, lost in the crowd of people in the room.
“Who was that?” Craig sat down, sharing the bottles and glass between Orlando and him. “I’ve seen him around here a few times.”
“He’s an orc.” Orlando drained the tequila in one swallow. Wincing slightly at the strong taste, he took a drink from the beer. “And an asshole. Forget about him.”
“Okay.” Craig took a swallow of his own beer. “Harry’s here,” he observed, looking at someone behind Orlando. “And Hugo. And Andy. And Miranda and Cate, and Marton.” He caught Orlando’s smile and smiled back. “Mind if I ask them to join us?”
“Not at all.” Orlando leant back in his chair, feeling relaxation set in. Maybe things wasn’t as bad as they first looked, he just needed to get some distance between him and what had happened, some time to think it through. Smiling and waving a little at the people moving towards them, he took another drink of his beer.
~~<>~~
“What time is it?” Karl asked, sprawled over the corner of a red leather couch. By his side Dave took up the rest of the space in the couch.
“It’s almost half past four. It’s getting late.”
Karl agreed. “Or,” he perked up. “It’s getting really early! Which means it’s not late at all!” Dave looked thoughtful next to him.
“Hadn’t thought of it that way. Does that mean we can still be partyin’?” He grinned as Karl nodded. “Cool!” He made to get up, but collapsed back down. “Damn! I think I may be all partied out…” He pouted.
“Don’t worry.” Karl patted his knee. “You can party on down here with me. We’ll get Bernard to bring us some more beer…” He waved the older man closer. “Bernie!”
“Does this mean we get to spend the weekend with Bernie?” Dave giggled, almost rolling out of the couch before Karl could catch him. He smiled widely up at Bernard. “Hi!”
“Hi.” Bernard looked down on the pair with barely controlled laughter. “Anybody told you that you’re both stinking drunk?”
“No!” Karl adopted a scandalized look. “We’re not dru…drunk!” He turned to David, who was still giggling. “Are we drunk?”
David thought about it. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I think we are. Maybe a little. A tiny, little bit.” He held his hand up, thumb and index finger an inch apart.
“A little bit,” Bernard agreed. Shoving Karl’s legs off of the arm rest he sat down. “You boys having fun?”
“Yes, uncle.” That prompted more giggling.
“Bernard!” a voice cut through the chatter. Bernard, along with Dave and Karl, looked up to find Orlando closing in on them. The young actor was grinning widely, pointing a bottle of imported beer at them. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you!”
“Here I am,” Bernard answered.
“And they say we’re drunk.” Dave gave Karl a wide-eyed look. The dark eyes of his companion narrowed.
He didn’t get to answer before Orlando discovered David and him.
“You’re so cute together! You should totally go make a lot of babies together!” His attention was distraction by someone Karl knew as one of the orc players. They disappeared together, the sound of Orlando’s laughter hanging in the air like party streamers.
“Okay.” Bernard got up. “Time for the old folks to go home. Behave yourselves, boys.”
“Always do!” David piped up. He let himself fall back against the leather couch. “Man, what the hell has Orli been drinking tonight?” Yawning, he made himself comfortable.
“Don’t know.” Karl turned so he was able to look at David while talking to him. “But he’s going to regret it come morning.”
“Probably.” David yawned again, causing Karl to do the same. “I’m just going to rest my eyes a little.” Blue eyes blinked shut. Karl watched him for a little while, noticing how his breathing evened out and his face taking on a relaxed look that made David look younger than he really was. Then he was asleep as well.
~~<>~~
For the second time in two days Orlando woke up, not quite sure if he was still among the living. Stumbling out of whatever he had been sleeping on, he clutched his head, at least thankful for that nausea didn’t seem to be part of this hangover.
He had no idea where he was. The house he was in didn’t seem familiar at all. This meant that he had left the party sometime last night and ended up here. Wherever here was. The realisation that he didn’t remember much about the prior night made him stop. He had been sitting with Craig and a few other people, talking and having a good time. From there, everything was blank.
“Hey,” a strange voice said, startling him bad. “Relax, dude.”
“What happened?” Orlando whispered, still holding on to his aching head.
At first all that answered him was a chuckle. The laugh sounded strangely familiar. Slowly removing his hand Orlando looked up to find a tall, blond staring back at him. A memory swam to the surface of his mind and he recognized the orc from last night. The slow traffic of his thoughts used several seconds to piece together what had taken place as more memories clawed their way through.
“You fucker!” Orlando crossed the floor in three strides and grabbed the other man by the shirt sleeves. “You spiked my beer, you prick!”
An infuriatingly calm face stared back at him. “Did I? You were knocking those tequilas back pretty fast last night.” Letting go, Orlando stumbled back.
“I…”
The other man smiled. “Let me know when you’re ready to party again, won’t you? It was fun.”
Fingers curling, hands fisting, Orlando had no ready answer to give. Giving the other actor one last glare, he turned and left.
TBC...
And a little ficlet I wrote for Bijou. :) All diclaimers go. This is a part of the Bond Boys stories. Sean B/Viggo/Pierce Brosnan, and Sean B/Dave Wenham.
A reunion party wouldn't at all be the same without his big brother. Make that his movie big brother. You really shouldn't have lusty thoughts about your real big brother. That kinda killed the mood a little. Looking up again Dave discovered that he'd lost track of Sean. Until he heard a voice right next to his ear.
"Hi, Dave."
Sean's voice felt like raw silk gliding over his skin. Smooth, but with enough of a rasp to make it edgy. Hugging the other man tightly to him, Dave basked in the feeling of being back on the set, with all his friends. God, he missed them all so much. After a few moments he felt Sean withdraw a little, and caught him aiming green eyes at the faded blue jeans Dave had on.
"Those are nice pants, Dave."
The words made Dave wonder a bit. It didn't last long as Sean's hand moved the small of his back, fingers splaying to create a hot spot to short circuit every thought in his head. Not protesting he let Sean take him by the hand and resolutely lead him away from the rest of the party and into a quiet, half dark room.
"I really missed you, you know." Sean's voice chased away all of Dave's worries. Obviously the older man saw what effect he had on Dave, the low, throaty hum of a laughter licked at hyper nerve endings and Dave's blue eyes fluttered shut.
Only to fly open wide as he felt hands on the waist of his jeans. Peering down on himself he was treated to the sight of Sean on his knees in front of him, face determined as well as his hands that were in the process of opening Dave's well worn jeans.
"Uhm..." he started, voice climbing towards a pitch he'd never encountered before. Forcing his voice to deepen, he braced sweaty palms at the wall behind him. "Sean? What are you doing?"
That question got Sean's attention.
"You can't tell?" Green eyes held an amused look. "Man, you really need this...!"
One by one the buttons opened, revealing snug, black boxers inside.
"Of course." Sean gave him a quick smile. "Relax, Dave... I promise you that you're going to like this. In fact, I should have done this much sooner. But as they say, there's no time like now..." The jeans slid down Dave's lean hips with the owner watching the progress in rapt fascination.
When Sean placed his hands on his thighs just below the boxers, Dave suppressed a shiver. He couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe he'd gone crazy and was still standing in the middle of the party, imagining things. He felt dizzy, thoughts swirling like freshly made cotton candy. Closing his eyes again, he held his breath as clever fingers slowly dragged his underwear down South.
Then there was wetness, heat, a slide of hands that made his knees turn to jelly. The music from the party pulsated through the wall as Dave tried his damndest to be quiet. He really, really didn't want to be disturbed right now. And he could only imagine the sight that would greet any curious guest. The picture played in his head and he had to catch his breath.
His hands would probably leave permanent marks on the walls as he was currently attempting to claw his way through them. Banging the back of his head against the wall paper he saw premature stars. Body a taut line of quivering muscles, Dave blinked his eyes open. Managing to break away from the wall just barely, he looked down to meet Sean's eyes.
That proved to be his undoing. Sparkly green eyes boldly met his and suddenly he was coming, hard and fast.
Utterly spent Dave sagged back against the wall, trying to locate a part of his brain that didn't still go 'wheee!'. In front of him Sean was busy tucking him back in and doing up the jeans again. Sighing deeply and satisfied, he leaned his head back.
And stared directly into the eyes of James Bond.
"I had a feeling I would find you in here, Sean," Pierce stated, eyebrow raised. He grinned. "Hello, David."
"Uh... Hello?"
Twisting a bit so he could look up at Pierce, Sean still had a hand on Dave's hip.
"You said I could go say hi to Dave!"
Viggo made his appearance next to Pierce.
"Did you at least greet him properly before jumping him, blondie?"
"I did!" Sean's face was a study in innocense. "Didn't I, Dave?"
Met with a pair of affronted green eyes, Dave nodded. "He did. I mean, you did." He didn't miss the smug smile aimed at Viggo and Pierce.
"So is this where you both go insanely jealous and beat me up, or should I expect this to happen at a regular basis?"
At least Sean looked happy about the regular thing. Dave kinda liked that.
"Relax, Dave." He could tell Viggo was close to laughing. "Pierce and I don't mind. And...what Sean wants, he usually gets..." He smiled at Sean who batted his eyes at him with a slight smirk. Dave very nearly got jealous.
"So the three of you..." he stated. "I should have guessed."
Sean had gotten to his feet. Pierce immediately seized him and pulled him in close. The shorter man leaned back into him with familiar ease that made Dave smile.
"You know, Dave..." Sean was watching him with an inscrutable look. "I said hi to Karl earlier tonight."
"You did?" Pierce demanded to know. Sean reached up and patted his cheek reassuringly, sharing a look with Viggo.
"Not like that, Pierce. Mind out of the gutter, remember?" For a second Pierce only stared at Sean. Then he turned to Viggo.
"I think you need to continue this conversation, Vig. Sean and I have a little matter to discuss."
"Of course." Viggo nodded gracefully as Pierce leant down to whisper something in Sean's ear. Then he bent the smaller man backwards in a kiss so hot that Dave blushed.
"As Sean was saying..."
Dave tried really hard to not be distracted and listen to what Viggo was saying.
"I believe it is your duty to give our Karl a...proper hello."
"My... You mean... I am...? Wow." Dave blinked. "You think he'd...? And I should.... To him. Wow."
"Precisely." Viggo hooked one arm around Sean and one around Pierce. A runaway thought inside Dave's mind registered that they made out a very pretty picture indeed. Studying the threesome in front of him, he thought about Karl. It would be silly to protest the fact that he was attracted to men also, after what he'd just let Sean do to him. Who knew, maybe if he played his cards right, he'd might be able to enlist some help in getting his brother in law. He shook his head, reminding himself to stop thinking about the rest of the cast in family terms. Miranda might wonder if he went about calling her his wife.
The party was still jumping as they came back. Orlando came by and stole Sean with him, Billy and Dominick in tow. Pierce and Viggo looked at each other.
"Maybe we should tag along."
"It is Orli after all..."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Chuckling to himself Dave snagged a glass wine from a passing waiter and scanned the room for a certain kiwi brunet. He found him next to Ian and Harry, looking delicious in black jeans.
"Hello, Karl." Dave met the darker man's eyes and grinned.
"Dave!" Karl returned the smile, leaning in to give Dave a warm hug. "It's great to see you, mate!"
Glancing over Karl's shoulder to Sean who raised his glass at him with a saucy wink, Dave took hold of Karl's hand.
"Come on, let's find somewhere more private so I can give you a proper hello...!"
The End
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
Note: this marks the end of the first instalment of this story. Or maybe one more chapter to go.
He waited a long time to make sure Viggo was really asleep. Usually he found it soothing and safe to lay awake next to the other man, listening to him breathing and feeling strong arms around him. Tonight he'd never found that calm. Sean carefully made his way free from Viggo's hold. A shadow of a frown flickered over Viggo's face as he somewhere in deep sleep sensed that Sean wasn't close anymore. Waiting another moment by the bed, Sean studied Viggo closely to make sure he slept on. Once he was absolutely sure, he walked quietly to the hallway.
The coat hung as he had arranged it. The dirt on the sleeve still had that earthy smell and suddenly Sean was back in the forest. Heart hammering painfully, he shook his head slightly to clear away the sharp scent of grass and the cold feeling of dread.
"Don't," he reminded himself. "Don't think about it." Yet he remained in the dark hallway for nearly a minute, holding onto the jacket.
The wash room was lit only by a single light fixture in the roof. Methodically collecting the rest of the laundry, Sean sorted it in different piles. The shirt Viggo had worn on their night in the forest was suddenly between his hands and he stroked it carefully. On a whim he placed it aside before loading the rest into the washer. The shirt smelled like Viggo.
The glass doors had been replaced by now. No one had said anything about it, which Sean was eternally grateful for. What had happened was something private between Viggo and him. The cold glass gave him a small start as he placed his fingers against it. The surface was whole and even, invisible until he touched it.
"He told you he loves you," he murmured to himself, the simple words like a mantra. "He loves you." The door slid easily open, granting him acess to the back porch. He left it just a little open to make sure he'd hear any sounds from within the house.
The nightly air was chilled. The floor boards cold against his bare feet. Everything was deathly quiet, something Sean still had trouble getting used to. He didn't like the quiet. He hugged himself as he regarded the black mass of the trees. The first tear that curved over his cheek surprised him, only to find that he couldn't stop. Biting his teeth together Sean never made a sound as currents of hot tears made their silent way down his face. Hands clenched into fist, he drove his nails into the soft flesh as hard as he could. Only when he could feel his nails slipping a bit in the sticky blood he'd drawn did he relax a bit. He stayed on the porch until the last of the tears had dried up, waiting stubbornly until no one would ever be able to tell what had happened.
Viggo was still sleeping when Sean made his way back to the bedroom. He was on his back, dark hair a tarnished halo around his peaceful face. Thoughtfully Sean slid his fingers down Viggo's cheek, warm skin giving way for the rougher texture of the short beard. One finger tip lined the rounded feature of a bottom lip. Moving his hand to the side of Viggo's face, the other man made a sleepy sound, nuzzling slightly into Sean's hand. It made Sean smile.
The sudden need to be as close to Viggo as possible made his skin burn with anticipation. Sliding hurriedly in under the blankets, he scooted closer to Viggo, snuggling up to him as the larger man's arms easily came around him. Burrowing in further, Sean pressed a kiss to Viggo's neck, just above the neckline of his T-shirt.
"You're cold," Viggo mumbled into Sean's hair.
"Couldn't sleep, so I decided to get some of the laundry done," Sean braved, forcing his body to relax as he waited for the answer.
"Mmhm." Viggo didn't seem to care. His hands drifted up and down Sean's bare back. When Sean lifted his head so he could see Viggo's face he was met by blue eyes. Thankful for the mellow darkness Sean allowed himself a tiny smile.
"Love you," he whispered, not able to stop touching the older man. Dipping down he stole a sweet kiss.
Before he could retract, a large hand snaked around his neck to keep him still as Viggo deepened the kiss. Sean let him. He slid his hands underneath Viggo's shirt, surprising them both with his forwardness. A not unpleasant shiver raced down his spine as Viggo seemed content to let him take the lead for now. It didn't mean that he was impassive though. The feel of Viggo's skin took on magical qualities, erasing any other touches. Aching to feel some semblance of clean again, Sean initiated another kiss, hungry, deep and needing. As Viggo pushed slowly at the waistband of his pj pants, he whimpered, the sound half arousement, half relief.
"Easy, pet..." Viggo's voice soothed him, in contrast to the lips scorching a path over Sean's shoulder. The Dane lifted his head and watched Sean for an endless second. Unable to form words Sean pulled them together, trusting his body to convey his feelings. He wanted to drown in Viggo. Burn the world away in a flash fire of want. But despite Sean's urgency Viggo seemed to know exactly what he needed and made love to him slowly, lovingly and sweetly. As he finally pushed his way deep into Sean's body, the younger man wanted to freeze-frame the exact, perfect moment, locking them together for all eternity.
He never wanted it to end, never wanted to stop feeling Viggo's body moving against his, touching him in the most intimate places. Giving himself up completely, Sean was overwhelmed by a desire to not only never be parted from the darker man, but to remain a part of him forever. Whimpering wordlessly he made an attempt to curl around Viggo, scared that if he stopped touching, just a little, everything would break around him. Break so severly that how much he'd try, he could never piece it back together again. Then Viggo's voice rasped over his skin, deep and commanding.
"Let go, pet, it's alright... Just let go."
And as always, he obeyed.
Cradling his lover in his arms, Viggo thoughtfully ran his hand down Sean's still trembling back. The younger man hadn't said a word since he'd come back to himself in Viggo's embrace. Idly wondering if he should get up and get a smoke, Viggo stared at the shadow-misted ceiling. Tomorrow they would both be returning to the set. Sean's arm had healed enough to that the bandages could come off during the filming of their scenes. A few days more and he'd be allowed to start training again. Something Viggo looked forward to immensly. They had both gone through several hours of sword fencing training, but they had never gotten to spar against each other. He knew Sean was already a skilled fighter. A smile curled around the side of his mouth as he wondered what Sean wouild do when he told him. It wouldn't be fun unless the younger man made an effort. Surely Viggo would come out victorious, but it wouldn't be the same if Sean let him win.
He wondered again about the cigarette, as he kept moving his hand over Sean's back. It strayed to his neck, folding around it in a familiar, posessive hold. Sean shifted a little against him, reflexively snuggling in tighter.
After a while Sean had to give up the fight against sleep and Viggo felt his body relax, warm breath slightly fanning his neck. He made an effort to close his eyes and follow, but sleep wasn't prepared to come for him just yet. Blinking blue eyes open again, he resorted to thinking things through. As much as he had enjoyed what had happened, he just couldn't suppress that little voice that told him that something must have set this off. Sean was usually quite satisfied with letting Viggo take the lead in bed. Unless Viggo wanted him to do different, of course. Sometimes he enjoyed seeing his angel getting his wings dirty.
That thought kept him awake all through the early morning. The sun had stretched long fingers from the mountains and was poking at their windows before Viggo dozed off lightly. Only to be woken again by Sean waking up next to him. He rolled over and pulled Sean in close.
"Good morning," he murmured into a kiss. Feeling Sean open up to him, hands winding into Viggo's longer hair, he was pleased to find that younger man seemed like normal. Seemed like nothing had happened. Viggo didn't know why he wasn't all comfortable with that.
Sean aimed green eyes that always seemed darker in the mornings at him. "I love you."
"I love you too." The words came easily. And suddenly Viggo discovered that he was speaking the truth.
For a few seconds the insight and the true nature of what he actually was feeling knocked him for a loop. He hadn't really been in love before. Not like this, at least. He smiled, feeling strangely giddy. It was quite romantic this, laying in bed together after a night of lovemaking and then suddenly realise that you were in love.
"I love you," he repeated, just to see that special light in Sean's eyes as the younger man moved to place a kiss on Viggo's lips. "I love you, pet."
He really didn’t want to wake up. Not with an Irish dance troupe in his head and what felt like a rather large dust bunny in his mouth. Slowly peeling his eyes open, Orlando was met with a disturbingly off-kilter view off someone’s living room. The right side of his face was mashed into a couch and there was a blanket currently trying its best to smother him. He remained still, waiting for his fuzzy head to get the message through to his body that it was awake. Very carefully he moved a little, debating whether sitting up was out of the question. He would have to move soon though as there was an insistent patch of sunlight on the floor inching steadily closer to him. Rolling to his back, Orlando kicked off the blanket. At least he felt a little more comfortable. In all of the three seconds it took his stomach to protest being moved.
“Oh my Lord!” Shooting out of the couch, he covered his mouth with a frantic hand. Brown eyes roved wildly as he tried to figure out where the hell he was, and more importantly, where the hell was the bathroom?
He was at Dom and Billy’s. His feet already knew the path. When he reached the small bathroom, it was just in time. On his knees he curled over the toilet as his stomach violently got rid of what small amount was left in there from last night.
When it finally was over, Orlando tiredly rested his head in his arm, shaking and feeling more than half dead. A chilled wash cloth was dropped on his neck and he jumped, nearly knocking his teeth out on the toilet seat.
“Relax,” a familiar voice said next to him. Orlando looked up to find Dominick looking back at him. The other man was still clad in a tank top and worn pj pants. He was also holding out a glass of water.
Zeroing in on the clear liquid, Orlando grasped the glass with greedy hands. After having rinsed his mouth repeatedly, he dared to take a small sip. His stomach didn’t particularly want the water, but it didn’t reject it either. Orlando sighed and closed his eyes, face hitting his arm again.
“So what was your problem last night?” Dom went on to ask and Orli turned his face further into his arm. “Because you were being a real arse before you went and had a complete breakdown on us.
He felt cold. The memories still nagged at his mind instead of being flushed out by a current of booze as he had planned on. Instead it had only taken on the dubious qualities of a bad dream in Orlando’s head.
“I did a bad thing,” he whispered.
“What?” Dom had his arms crossed over his chest, hip leaning into the edge of the wash basin.
“I… I kinda talked to Sean last night.”
“Yeah?” Dominick frowned. “Wait a minute; Sean wasn’t at the bar at all last night. Where did you talk to him?”
“I went to their place.” Orli let out a giggle, shaking his head into his arm. “I went to their fucking place…”
He could tell Dominick was surprised.
“What the hell did you do that for? I hardly believe Viggo was happy to see you…he give you that bruise on your chin?”
“No… That’s Sean’s work. Viggo wasn’t there.”
“Sean? Why would he hit you?”
“I kinda… Hit him first.”
The bathroom plunged into silence. Orli offered a half smile, closing his eyes again. He opened them to find Dom’s face levelled with his, the other Brit’s hand tight around Orlando’s upper arm.
“What the fuck did you do!?” He had never seen that kind of look on Dominick’s face before. It made him uneasy and he withdrew a little.
“I was just going to talk to him, ok? It’s not my fault…other things happened.” He had to look away as he told Dom what had happened. In the end the other man moved away from him, falling against the opposite wall. Dominick rubbed a hand over his face, and then he fixed his eyes at Orlando.
“Why couldn’t you just have let him go back? I mean, I can relate to the wanting to talk to him, but you knew Sean wasn’t going to all of a sudden see the light and ditch Vig, right? You should have just let him go, not lost your temper like that.”
“I know. But I just couldn’t, you know? Sean is my friend. I never should have hit him, but…I didn’t know what to do.”
“Well, your fist to his face probably wasn’t the best of options, but by the looks of it, he clocked you good too.” Dom leant his head back against the blue and white tiled wall. “So what are you gonna do now?”
Orlando managed a shrug while still hunched over the toilet.
“Have no idea.” He turned his head enough to let one brown eye peer over at Dom. “Listen, I’m really sorry about what happened last night; I was drunk off my ass. I didn’t mean for you and Bill to get dragged into this.”
“S’okay. But you’re going to have to tell Billy what you did; I’m not covering for you. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” He cracked the tiniest smile over Orlando’s groan. “Not to keen on telling him that you got in a fight, huh? Especially considering who it was with. Be sure to tell him that Sean kicked your ass too.”
“Tell me what?”
A set of brown eyes and a set of blue eyes whipped up to find Billy in the doorway, in matching sleeping attire to Dom and wearing a sleepy, slightly confused look. Dominick got to his feet and looped his arm around Billy’s waist. He was clearly waiting for Orlando to speak, so the younger man grudgingly took the bait.
“Yeah…I got in a bit of a scuffle last night.” Gingerly Orlando made his way to his feet, holding onto the wall for support. “I had a few drinks and figured it was a good idea to go try and talk some sense into Sean.” He indicated his bruised chin. “It didn’t go so well.”
Billy was watching him with an inscrutable look.
“What happened?”
“He didn’t want to listen to what I had to say, so I tried to hold him back when he wanted to leave. He pushed me away and I…lost my temper. I hit him.” Orlando paused a little after the confession. “He hit me back, hard enough to make me lose my balance. When I got back up, he was gone. Then I went back to the bar.” Hugging himself, Orlando looked down. “Then I got really, really drunk.”
“Not too smart.”
Orlando felt inclined to agree.
“Yeah. Not one of my brightest ideas. But I was feeling so damn awful. I really ruined whatever chance I got in helping Sean, didn’t I?”
Billy’s look softened. “Well, maybe not ruined them, but you did fuck up… Not like anything we’ve done so far, is helping any, by the way.”
No one said anything for the next minute. Orlando finally straightened and pushed away from the wall.
“I’m going to go back to my own place and grab a shower.” He hesitated walking past Billy and Dom, still linked by arms around each other’s waits. “Thanks, guys, for taking care of me last night.”
He got a smile from Billy and a pat on the shoulder. “No prob, Orli. That’s what friends are for.”
Fighting the sudden stinging of tears in his eyes again, Orlando just nodded and ducked out of the bath room. Making his way quickly through the rest of the house, he only stopped outside to fill his lungs with a deep breath of fresh air. The morning sun stung his eyes; a soft summer breeze chilled the sweat on his skin. Exhaling softly he squinted at the sky.
“Fucking hell…” He stuffed his hands deep inside his pockets and trudged along to his own condo.
Besides shooting the movies, the number two most frequent activity seemed to be partying. The party goers differed a bit from time to time, depending on who was in the area, who was wiped out after a day of fighting, who was feeling sociable, etcetera. Orlando had been to several parties, ranging from theme parties and dress up parties, to good old get drunk and kick back parties that seemed to be at least Craig’s favourite. The tall brunet was currently sitting across the table from him, enjoying a cold beer. Orlando could see the condensation drops rolling off the brown bottle, turning Craig’s hand slick. A nearly untouched glass of Diet Coke was sitting on front of Orli himself, complete with a slice of lemon, hanging daintily over the rim of the glass.
Of course Craig found that immensely funny. After a few jokes about being on the wagon, Orlando had resorted to glaring. Craig had backed off, snickering, and now the two of them were drinking in amiable silence.
Polishing off the remains of the beer, Craig pushed away from the table.
“I’m getting another one,” he nodded at the bar. “Can I get you anything?”
Orlando could easily detect the cluster of hobbits sittings at the bar. Four heads close together in conversation, forming their own small island in the party sea.
“Yeah,” he gruffly stated, staring at the soda. “Get me a beer. And some fucking tequila. I feel like Mexican tonight.”
Craig looked puzzled, but nonetheless complied. “Sure. Be back in a second.” He wandered off in the direction of the bar. The sound of a chair being pulled back followed a little while later.
“You took your time,” Orlando complained, holding out a hand for his drink. “Gimme.”
A chuckle made him look up.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought it was Craig.”
The handsome, fair headed man across from him smiled. “Gee, happy to see you too, Bloom.” He leaned back. “Now, I just spent the entire day dressed up like a bogey man, what’ve you got to be sulking like that for?”
“You’re an orc,” Orlando reminded him, “not the bogey man. And I’m not sulking.”
“Sure as hell look that way.” The fellow actor leaned back, still wearing a wide smile. “And I been watching you tonight… Seem to be a little low in the old party mood, aren’t ya?”
Around them the amount of people and noise were raising by the hour. There had been a series of days with few scenes being filmed and a lot of the members of the cast found themselves together for the first time. Orlando had been witness to a lot of presentations over the time he had been there. The most noticeable one had been between David Wenham and Karl Urban, their Faramir and Eomer, respectively. It could be the Diet Coke talking, but if Orlando had developed a gaydar since last night, it surely was pinging now. The two of them were now occupying a couch in the back, talking about something Orlando couldn’t catch, but involved a lot of gesturing. He would have to keep an eye on those too. On-set romances tended to not do so well around here.
“I got something that might help you a little, my friend. Just to lift those spirits a little…”
He had nearly forgotten that he had company. And speaking of company, where was Craig with his beer? Meeting the other man’s eyes again, Orlando’s gaze was soon drawn to the hand on the table, laying palm up. Two small, white pills adorned the back of the tanned hand, like two tiny eyes lacking irises and pupils.
“No, thank you.”
“Don’t tell me you’re into that shit with your body being your temple and all that crap?”
“No, I’m just not stupid.” Orlando took a deep swallow of his Diet Coke, the soda gone flat sitting on the table. “Look, I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need no cheering up. I’m,” the grin was a mere showing of teeth, “fan-fucking-tastic.” He raised his glass in a mock salute. “See you around.”
The other shrugged, and then got up. “Hey, it’s your loss.” Turning around to leave, he nearly collided with Craig, carrying two beer bottles and Orlando’s requested tequila shot. At the sight of the alcohol, he grinned at Orli.
Orlando glared back. The blond patted Craig’s shoulder and then was gone, lost in the crowd of people in the room.
“Who was that?” Craig sat down, sharing the bottles and glass between Orlando and him. “I’ve seen him around here a few times.”
“He’s an orc.” Orlando drained the tequila in one swallow. Wincing slightly at the strong taste, he took a drink from the beer. “And an asshole. Forget about him.”
“Okay.” Craig took a swallow of his own beer. “Harry’s here,” he observed, looking at someone behind Orlando. “And Hugo. And Andy. And Miranda and Cate, and Marton.” He caught Orlando’s smile and smiled back. “Mind if I ask them to join us?”
“Not at all.” Orlando leant back in his chair, feeling relaxation set in. Maybe things wasn’t as bad as they first looked, he just needed to get some distance between him and what had happened, some time to think it through. Smiling and waving a little at the people moving towards them, he took another drink of his beer.
“What time is it?” Karl asked, sprawled over the corner of a red leather couch. By his side Dave took up the rest of the space in the couch.
“It’s almost half past four. It’s getting late.”
Karl agreed. “Or,” he perked up. “It’s getting really early! Which means it’s not late at all!” Dave looked thoughtful next to him.
“Hadn’t thought of it that way. Does that mean we can still be partyin’?” He grinned as Karl nodded. “Cool!” He made to get up, but collapsed back down. “Damn! I think I may be all partied out…” He pouted.
“Don’t worry.” Karl patted his knee. “You can party on down here with me. We’ll get Bernard to bring us some more beer…” He waved the older man closer. “Bernie!”
“Does this mean we get to spend the weekend with Bernie?” Dave giggled, almost rolling out of the couch before Karl could catch him. He smiled widely up at Bernard. “Hi!”
“Hi.” Bernard looked down on the pair with barely controlled laughter. “Anybody told you that you’re both stinking drunk?”
“No!” Karl adopted a scandalized look. “We’re not dru…drunk!” He turned to David, who was still giggling. “Are we drunk?”
David thought about it. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I think we are. Maybe a little. A tiny, little bit.” He held his hand up, thumb and index finger an inch apart.
“A little bit,” Bernard agreed. Shoving Karl’s legs off of the arm rest he sat down. “You boys having fun?”
“Yes, uncle.” That prompted more giggling.
“Bernard!” a voice cut through the chatter. Bernard, along with Dave and Karl, looked up to find Orlando closing in on them. The young actor was grinning widely, pointing a bottle of imported beer at them. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you!”
“Here I am,” Bernard answered.
“And they say we’re drunk.” Dave gave Karl a wide-eyed look. The dark eyes of his companion narrowed.
He didn’t get to answer before Orlando discovered David and him.
“You’re so cute together! You should totally go make a lot of babies together!” His attention was distraction by someone Karl knew as one of the orc players. They disappeared together, the sound of Orlando’s laughter hanging in the air like party streamers.
“Okay.” Bernard got up. “Time for the old folks to go home. Behave yourselves, boys.”
“Always do!” David piped up. He let himself fall back against the leather couch. “Man, what the hell has Orli been drinking tonight?” Yawning, he made himself comfortable.
“Don’t know.” Karl turned so he was able to look at David while talking to him. “But he’s going to regret it come morning.”
“Probably.” David yawned again, causing Karl to do the same. “I’m just going to rest my eyes a little.” Blue eyes blinked shut. Karl watched him for a little while, noticing how his breathing evened out and his face taking on a relaxed look that made David look younger than he really was. Then he was asleep as well.
For the second time in two days Orlando woke up, not quite sure if he was still among the living. Stumbling out of whatever he had been sleeping on, he clutched his head, at least thankful for that nausea didn’t seem to be part of this hangover.
He had no idea where he was. The house he was in didn’t seem familiar at all. This meant that he had left the party sometime last night and ended up here. Wherever here was. The realisation that he didn’t remember much about the prior night made him stop. He had been sitting with Craig and a few other people, talking and having a good time. From there, everything was blank.
“Hey,” a strange voice said, startling him bad. “Relax, dude.”
“What happened?” Orlando whispered, still holding on to his aching head.
At first all that answered him was a chuckle. The laugh sounded strangely familiar. Slowly removing his hand Orlando looked up to find a tall, blond staring back at him. A memory swam to the surface of his mind and he recognized the orc from last night. The slow traffic of his thoughts used several seconds to piece together what had taken place as more memories clawed their way through.
“You fucker!” Orlando crossed the floor in three strides and grabbed the other man by the shirt sleeves. “You spiked my beer, you prick!”
An infuriatingly calm face stared back at him. “Did I? You were knocking those tequilas back pretty fast last night.” Letting go, Orlando stumbled back.
“I…”
The other man smiled. “Let me know when you’re ready to party again, won’t you? It was fun.”
Fingers curling, hands fisting, Orlando had no ready answer to give. Giving the other actor one last glare, he turned and left.
TBC...
And a little ficlet I wrote for Bijou. :) All diclaimers go. This is a part of the Bond Boys stories. Sean B/Viggo/Pierce Brosnan, and Sean B/Dave Wenham.
A reunion party wouldn't at all be the same without his big brother. Make that his movie big brother. You really shouldn't have lusty thoughts about your real big brother. That kinda killed the mood a little. Looking up again Dave discovered that he'd lost track of Sean. Until he heard a voice right next to his ear.
"Hi, Dave."
Sean's voice felt like raw silk gliding over his skin. Smooth, but with enough of a rasp to make it edgy. Hugging the other man tightly to him, Dave basked in the feeling of being back on the set, with all his friends. God, he missed them all so much. After a few moments he felt Sean withdraw a little, and caught him aiming green eyes at the faded blue jeans Dave had on.
"Those are nice pants, Dave."
The words made Dave wonder a bit. It didn't last long as Sean's hand moved the small of his back, fingers splaying to create a hot spot to short circuit every thought in his head. Not protesting he let Sean take him by the hand and resolutely lead him away from the rest of the party and into a quiet, half dark room.
"I really missed you, you know." Sean's voice chased away all of Dave's worries. Obviously the older man saw what effect he had on Dave, the low, throaty hum of a laughter licked at hyper nerve endings and Dave's blue eyes fluttered shut.
Only to fly open wide as he felt hands on the waist of his jeans. Peering down on himself he was treated to the sight of Sean on his knees in front of him, face determined as well as his hands that were in the process of opening Dave's well worn jeans.
"Uhm..." he started, voice climbing towards a pitch he'd never encountered before. Forcing his voice to deepen, he braced sweaty palms at the wall behind him. "Sean? What are you doing?"
That question got Sean's attention.
"You can't tell?" Green eyes held an amused look. "Man, you really need this...!"
One by one the buttons opened, revealing snug, black boxers inside.
"Of course." Sean gave him a quick smile. "Relax, Dave... I promise you that you're going to like this. In fact, I should have done this much sooner. But as they say, there's no time like now..." The jeans slid down Dave's lean hips with the owner watching the progress in rapt fascination.
When Sean placed his hands on his thighs just below the boxers, Dave suppressed a shiver. He couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe he'd gone crazy and was still standing in the middle of the party, imagining things. He felt dizzy, thoughts swirling like freshly made cotton candy. Closing his eyes again, he held his breath as clever fingers slowly dragged his underwear down South.
Then there was wetness, heat, a slide of hands that made his knees turn to jelly. The music from the party pulsated through the wall as Dave tried his damndest to be quiet. He really, really didn't want to be disturbed right now. And he could only imagine the sight that would greet any curious guest. The picture played in his head and he had to catch his breath.
His hands would probably leave permanent marks on the walls as he was currently attempting to claw his way through them. Banging the back of his head against the wall paper he saw premature stars. Body a taut line of quivering muscles, Dave blinked his eyes open. Managing to break away from the wall just barely, he looked down to meet Sean's eyes.
That proved to be his undoing. Sparkly green eyes boldly met his and suddenly he was coming, hard and fast.
Utterly spent Dave sagged back against the wall, trying to locate a part of his brain that didn't still go 'wheee!'. In front of him Sean was busy tucking him back in and doing up the jeans again. Sighing deeply and satisfied, he leaned his head back.
And stared directly into the eyes of James Bond.
"I had a feeling I would find you in here, Sean," Pierce stated, eyebrow raised. He grinned. "Hello, David."
"Uh... Hello?"
Twisting a bit so he could look up at Pierce, Sean still had a hand on Dave's hip.
"You said I could go say hi to Dave!"
Viggo made his appearance next to Pierce.
"Did you at least greet him properly before jumping him, blondie?"
"I did!" Sean's face was a study in innocense. "Didn't I, Dave?"
Met with a pair of affronted green eyes, Dave nodded. "He did. I mean, you did." He didn't miss the smug smile aimed at Viggo and Pierce.
"So is this where you both go insanely jealous and beat me up, or should I expect this to happen at a regular basis?"
At least Sean looked happy about the regular thing. Dave kinda liked that.
"Relax, Dave." He could tell Viggo was close to laughing. "Pierce and I don't mind. And...what Sean wants, he usually gets..." He smiled at Sean who batted his eyes at him with a slight smirk. Dave very nearly got jealous.
"So the three of you..." he stated. "I should have guessed."
Sean had gotten to his feet. Pierce immediately seized him and pulled him in close. The shorter man leaned back into him with familiar ease that made Dave smile.
"You know, Dave..." Sean was watching him with an inscrutable look. "I said hi to Karl earlier tonight."
"You did?" Pierce demanded to know. Sean reached up and patted his cheek reassuringly, sharing a look with Viggo.
"Not like that, Pierce. Mind out of the gutter, remember?" For a second Pierce only stared at Sean. Then he turned to Viggo.
"I think you need to continue this conversation, Vig. Sean and I have a little matter to discuss."
"Of course." Viggo nodded gracefully as Pierce leant down to whisper something in Sean's ear. Then he bent the smaller man backwards in a kiss so hot that Dave blushed.
"As Sean was saying..."
Dave tried really hard to not be distracted and listen to what Viggo was saying.
"I believe it is your duty to give our Karl a...proper hello."
"My... You mean... I am...? Wow." Dave blinked. "You think he'd...? And I should.... To him. Wow."
"Precisely." Viggo hooked one arm around Sean and one around Pierce. A runaway thought inside Dave's mind registered that they made out a very pretty picture indeed. Studying the threesome in front of him, he thought about Karl. It would be silly to protest the fact that he was attracted to men also, after what he'd just let Sean do to him. Who knew, maybe if he played his cards right, he'd might be able to enlist some help in getting his brother in law. He shook his head, reminding himself to stop thinking about the rest of the cast in family terms. Miranda might wonder if he went about calling her his wife.
The party was still jumping as they came back. Orlando came by and stole Sean with him, Billy and Dominick in tow. Pierce and Viggo looked at each other.
"Maybe we should tag along."
"It is Orli after all..."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Chuckling to himself Dave snagged a glass wine from a passing waiter and scanned the room for a certain kiwi brunet. He found him next to Ian and Harry, looking delicious in black jeans.
"Hello, Karl." Dave met the darker man's eyes and grinned.
"Dave!" Karl returned the smile, leaning in to give Dave a warm hug. "It's great to see you, mate!"
Glancing over Karl's shoulder to Sean who raised his glass at him with a saucy wink, Dave took hold of Karl's hand.
"Come on, let's find somewhere more private so I can give you a proper hello...!"
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Date: 2005-04-10 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-10 08:38 pm (UTC):) I know, I know... *hangs head in shame* I completely neglected this story for too long. But now it's back! Lol. Hope you still like it, dear. :)
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Date: 2005-04-11 06:32 pm (UTC)I didn't do anything....
Well...apart from bribing you with some nice Daisy pics....*grins*
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Date: 2005-04-11 10:49 pm (UTC)And I love you for it. :) You're my Daisy-muse, you know. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-04-12 06:30 pm (UTC)*huggles*