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rugbytackleTitle: Greybone 1/?
Status: sequel to Varg, work in progress.
Author: BlueKat
Disclaimer: not mine, not making any assumptions about anyone in real life, not making any money of it.
Pairing: SeanB/Viggo, also Dom/Billy and Dave/Karl
Summary: Viggo and Sean's relationship are still going strong despite everything. Dave and Karl are just starting out, and Orlando... Well, he's going to get worse before he gets better. You really do need to have read Varg first though, or this isn't going to make much sense.
Warnings: a darker themed fic, deals with abuse of different kinds, violence, cutting, drug abuse
Notes/dedication: a huuuuuuuuge thank you to everyone who commented on Varg, I still can't believe that so many people not only read, but feel strongly about this series.
A special dedication to Al, LadyB and Bijou. Ya'll know why. :)
He had all but gotten used to the place. The heat, the nature, the climate, the fact that the entire production seemed to be living in each others’ pockets, and the changes in his own life. Sean reckoned he was happy.
Things had quietened down a bit again. For the most Sean avoided Ian, Billy and Dominick, and they seemed to respect his decision. He hadn’t really seen Orlando since the night in the forest.
If he spent any time with the cast, it was more often than not spent with Bernard, whom he had first met several years ago, and David, his movie brother whom he had struck a tentative friendship with. The redhead was too committed to his relationship with their Eomer, for Viggo to find him a threat. And Bernard…he merely didn’t take no for an answer.
But it was nice too. Sean would never admit it, but he was secretly thankful for Bernard’s persistence. He watched Viggo carefully for signs that the darker man disapproved, but he seemed to be fine with it. Or he had come to trust Sean. The Brit was going to make very sure he didn’t betray that trust.
This morning he was walking to make-up alone. Viggo had disappeared an hour earlier, nose in his copy of the script and twirling the sword. Not one to follow the same method of getting into character, Sean kind of liked it though. Viggo’s Aragorn proved to be a fascinating acquaintance; he wondered briefly what Viggo would say if Sean confessed to the crush he seemed to be developing on Aragorn. Blushing a little, he knew very well that they didn’t always manage to keep their private lives away from the set. According to the gossip there had been more than a few looks between Aragorn and Boromir he hardly believed Tolkien had intended. And Louis, the make-up artist, had stoically resigned and decided that it was after all easier to cover up love bites than bruises. Sean had been mortified. But Viggo liked to mark him and Sean did wear them proudly.
Cate passed him by, already in her Galadriel garb. She waved and he waved back, smiling over the black and white stockings she wore under the dress, like an elvish version of Pippi Longstockings. Turning from her Sean found Viggo watching him and his heart made a tiny jump. He met his lover half way and Viggo drew him in close in a one-armed hug.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Blue eyes locked with green ones. “I didn’t know you and Cate were friends?”
“Not friends exactly. We’ve talked some, that’s all.”
Viggo was in full costume. Sean couldn’t help a small smile at that.
“What?” Viggo had noticed the smile, and was watching the shorter man curiously.
“Nothing…” Sean let the smile deepen. One finger traced the hem of the dark tunic Viggo had on. “I just like your costume, that’s all.”
The reply made Viggo smile back at him.
“You do, do you?” he teased. Leaning in he kissed Sean possessively on the mouth.
“I do.”
Sean moved in closer, enveloped in Viggo/Aragorn’s arms. He didn’t care if they ruined Viggo’s make-up. After all, it was bloody unfair that only Liv got to kiss his lover in full costume.
“Then maybe I’ll wear it tonight… Do a little role playing, what do you think about that? Boromir’s been a bad boy, you know.” He chuckled delightedly when Sean blushed again. “I do think the king needs to take him in hand…”
A shiver of warmth dove down Sean’s spine, spreading current-like into the rest of his body.
“Would you?” he murmured. “I mean,” glancing up at Viggo; half shyly and half coyly, he sighed: “I really like your outfit.”
Growling playfully, Viggo kissed him again, not caring if Sean was late for his own make-up or if anyone saw them.
“I want to see you in nothing but the wrist braces tonight,” Viggo whispered in Sean’s ear. “Laid out on our bed. A royal gift, fit for a king, all golden and delicious.”
The rough voice combined with the heated promise in his words made Sean nearly sway on his feet. Looking up at Viggo underneath his lashes, he almost went breathless at the intensity he found in the taller man’s eyes.
They melted together in another kiss.
“Alright, alright,” a voice came from behind, startling them both. “Break it up, you two. Viggo, aren’t you supposed to be joining up with Hugo and Ian? And Sean, Louis is looking for you…”
The object of two almost identical glares, Bernard laughed.
“I sound like a school teacher with students making out in the hallway.”
“Where are you going?” Sean asked, still attached to Viggo.
“Well, I’m not due to start filming my scenes in some days yet, so I thought I’d just go watch the rest of you guys.”
“Oh, we‘re not much to watch,” Viggo grinned, his arms looped around Sean’s waist.
“We’re just a bunch of amateurs, really. For each shot someone messes up, forgets their lines, turns the wrong way…” He hugged Sean to him. “Falls off stage…”
“I only did it once,” Sean protested. “And it wasn’t even my fault.”
“I know, pet.” Viggo soothed him with a kiss to the temple. “But still. Only you.”
“Probably.” Sean was inclined to agree. They walked with Bernard towards the set for the day’s scenes. Another kiss and Sean left to get his make-up done. After seeing him off, Viggo turned to Bernard.
“I hear you and Sean knew each other from before. You worked together?”
The older actor nodded.
“It was years ago. But he hasn’t changed that much, has he?” He watched the other man smile.
“I wouldn’t know. I never met him before I joined this crew. I have worked with people who’d worked with him. But I have to say,” the smile grew. “Having heard about him and actually meeting him… Two very different things…”
~~<>~~
Ian had not stopped watching Sean, even if he didn’t approach him like he used to. His worries were eased a bit when he started seeing the Brit in the company of Bernard Hill as well as David Wenham and Karl Urban. Viggo was most often with them too, but Ian knew to take it as a good sign when seeing Sean on his own. Letting his thoughts wander a bit, they nudged at a new worry. He’d seen a lot of Dominick and Billy lately, the two of them mostly paired up with Sean Astin and Elijah these days. But an important part of their usually close-knit group was missing. When Ian had asked, Billy had just shrugged and told him that Orlando had a few things he needed to work out on his own. Ian hadn’t pressed the issue.
He realised that he hadn’t really seen the younger man at all in the last days. They didn’t have any scenes to shoot together, and Orlando had been missing from their usual hangouts as well. It could just be that he had found a new group to spend his time with, Ian figured that there was a new batch of fresh faces at least every week. He’d turn up again some time.
Someone sat down beside him, making Ian turn around to find Craig next to him. He had first met the younger man at a get-together for the cast and the two of them had hit it off right away. The wet hair and flushed face of his co-star told Ian that Craig had just returned from the beach. He observed a few faint freckles on Craig’s nose and couldn’t resist pointing them out.
“I know, I know,” Craig gave a slightly helpless smile. “By the end of summer my face will probably look like some connect-the-dots game.” He had made Ian laugh.
“Well, I think they’re just charming.”
The dark haired actor grinned, the flush in his cheeks deepening a tad. As the sun started to fade just slightly, a few of the other actors drifted up from the beach, joining Ian and Craig in the still quiet bar. Ian had half a mind to check if Orlando was with them, but couldn’t see the tall brunet anywhere.
“You looking for Orlando?” Craig suddenly asked.
Ian lifted a surprised eyebrow.
“I am, as a matter of fact. I haven’t seen him around much lately.”
Craig nodded. “I know. He’s been hanging out with some new guy from around here, a guy named Mark. I think he’s one of the orcs. But it’s kinda weird…” The blue-eyed man looked thoughtful.
“I saw them together in here the other night, at a party… They didn’t seem that friendly to me.”
Before Ian could come up with a reply to that, a group of hobbits deposited themselves nearly in his lap. Ever more tightly knit together, all Ian could do was smile at their antics. The sombre mood he had been in earlier, had lifted completely, and he pushed every worry out of his mind for the time being. If he had looked up he would have found a familiar figure pausing just outside the doorstep.
He hadn’t really planned the trip to the bar, the plan had been a simple walk to try and clear his head. So far Orlando could only confess that it hadn’t worked. By force of habit his feet had taken him to the bar most of the actors and crew gathered in their free time. Standing on the threshold he was suddenly feeling very insecure about entering. There was a nagging feeling in his gut, reminding him that he really didn’t fit in anymore. Not after what he had done.
And there was also the possibility that Sean would be in there too. And he just wasn’t ready to face the other man yet. He held doubts if he ever would be. But what was troubling him the most was that while he was terribly ashamed over what he had done, or tried to do to Sean, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he had felt.
There had been moments earlier in his life where he had wondered what it would be like, being with another man. But it had always been just idle musings and he had never envisioned actually trying it… Not before now. And with one specific man only.
Orlando gnawed on a finger nail, a nervous habit he’d picked up from Elijah. Straightening, he turned and walked quickly down the pathway again. Emotions churning, he opted for the small gravel road that would take him down to a secluded part of the beach. Nobody would be there at this part of the afternoon. The tiny tongue of land curved in and out between large rock outcroppings that created currents that sucked you under without any forewarning. A breeze was stirring, restlessly shifting the sand under his feet. Resisting the pull of the ocean the sun was shimmering hot and red in the horizon, creating a flash fire of colours on the waves.
He sat down in the sand, ankles crossed. Carefully Orlando put his hand in the pocket of the short sleeved shirt he had on. Fingertips locked around a tiny, circular shape and he lifted it out. He hadn’t taken the drugs Mark had given him, but he hadn’t thrown them away either. Rolling the white little pill between thumb and forefinger, he studied it for a few second. Then, resolutely, he put it in his mouth, swallowing it dry before he could change his mind.
Falling flat on his back, Orlando stretched out arms and legs, squeezing his eyes shut.
Don’t think, he warned himself.
Just don’t… Think.
TBC...
Status: sequel to Varg, work in progress.
Author: BlueKat
Disclaimer: not mine, not making any assumptions about anyone in real life, not making any money of it.
Pairing: SeanB/Viggo, also Dom/Billy and Dave/Karl
Summary: Viggo and Sean's relationship are still going strong despite everything. Dave and Karl are just starting out, and Orlando... Well, he's going to get worse before he gets better. You really do need to have read Varg first though, or this isn't going to make much sense.
Warnings: a darker themed fic, deals with abuse of different kinds, violence, cutting, drug abuse
Notes/dedication: a huuuuuuuuge thank you to everyone who commented on Varg, I still can't believe that so many people not only read, but feel strongly about this series.
A special dedication to Al, LadyB and Bijou. Ya'll know why. :)
He had all but gotten used to the place. The heat, the nature, the climate, the fact that the entire production seemed to be living in each others’ pockets, and the changes in his own life. Sean reckoned he was happy.
Things had quietened down a bit again. For the most Sean avoided Ian, Billy and Dominick, and they seemed to respect his decision. He hadn’t really seen Orlando since the night in the forest.
If he spent any time with the cast, it was more often than not spent with Bernard, whom he had first met several years ago, and David, his movie brother whom he had struck a tentative friendship with. The redhead was too committed to his relationship with their Eomer, for Viggo to find him a threat. And Bernard…he merely didn’t take no for an answer.
But it was nice too. Sean would never admit it, but he was secretly thankful for Bernard’s persistence. He watched Viggo carefully for signs that the darker man disapproved, but he seemed to be fine with it. Or he had come to trust Sean. The Brit was going to make very sure he didn’t betray that trust.
This morning he was walking to make-up alone. Viggo had disappeared an hour earlier, nose in his copy of the script and twirling the sword. Not one to follow the same method of getting into character, Sean kind of liked it though. Viggo’s Aragorn proved to be a fascinating acquaintance; he wondered briefly what Viggo would say if Sean confessed to the crush he seemed to be developing on Aragorn. Blushing a little, he knew very well that they didn’t always manage to keep their private lives away from the set. According to the gossip there had been more than a few looks between Aragorn and Boromir he hardly believed Tolkien had intended. And Louis, the make-up artist, had stoically resigned and decided that it was after all easier to cover up love bites than bruises. Sean had been mortified. But Viggo liked to mark him and Sean did wear them proudly.
Cate passed him by, already in her Galadriel garb. She waved and he waved back, smiling over the black and white stockings she wore under the dress, like an elvish version of Pippi Longstockings. Turning from her Sean found Viggo watching him and his heart made a tiny jump. He met his lover half way and Viggo drew him in close in a one-armed hug.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” Blue eyes locked with green ones. “I didn’t know you and Cate were friends?”
“Not friends exactly. We’ve talked some, that’s all.”
Viggo was in full costume. Sean couldn’t help a small smile at that.
“What?” Viggo had noticed the smile, and was watching the shorter man curiously.
“Nothing…” Sean let the smile deepen. One finger traced the hem of the dark tunic Viggo had on. “I just like your costume, that’s all.”
The reply made Viggo smile back at him.
“You do, do you?” he teased. Leaning in he kissed Sean possessively on the mouth.
“I do.”
Sean moved in closer, enveloped in Viggo/Aragorn’s arms. He didn’t care if they ruined Viggo’s make-up. After all, it was bloody unfair that only Liv got to kiss his lover in full costume.
“Then maybe I’ll wear it tonight… Do a little role playing, what do you think about that? Boromir’s been a bad boy, you know.” He chuckled delightedly when Sean blushed again. “I do think the king needs to take him in hand…”
A shiver of warmth dove down Sean’s spine, spreading current-like into the rest of his body.
“Would you?” he murmured. “I mean,” glancing up at Viggo; half shyly and half coyly, he sighed: “I really like your outfit.”
Growling playfully, Viggo kissed him again, not caring if Sean was late for his own make-up or if anyone saw them.
“I want to see you in nothing but the wrist braces tonight,” Viggo whispered in Sean’s ear. “Laid out on our bed. A royal gift, fit for a king, all golden and delicious.”
The rough voice combined with the heated promise in his words made Sean nearly sway on his feet. Looking up at Viggo underneath his lashes, he almost went breathless at the intensity he found in the taller man’s eyes.
They melted together in another kiss.
“Alright, alright,” a voice came from behind, startling them both. “Break it up, you two. Viggo, aren’t you supposed to be joining up with Hugo and Ian? And Sean, Louis is looking for you…”
The object of two almost identical glares, Bernard laughed.
“I sound like a school teacher with students making out in the hallway.”
“Where are you going?” Sean asked, still attached to Viggo.
“Well, I’m not due to start filming my scenes in some days yet, so I thought I’d just go watch the rest of you guys.”
“Oh, we‘re not much to watch,” Viggo grinned, his arms looped around Sean’s waist.
“We’re just a bunch of amateurs, really. For each shot someone messes up, forgets their lines, turns the wrong way…” He hugged Sean to him. “Falls off stage…”
“I only did it once,” Sean protested. “And it wasn’t even my fault.”
“I know, pet.” Viggo soothed him with a kiss to the temple. “But still. Only you.”
“Probably.” Sean was inclined to agree. They walked with Bernard towards the set for the day’s scenes. Another kiss and Sean left to get his make-up done. After seeing him off, Viggo turned to Bernard.
“I hear you and Sean knew each other from before. You worked together?”
The older actor nodded.
“It was years ago. But he hasn’t changed that much, has he?” He watched the other man smile.
“I wouldn’t know. I never met him before I joined this crew. I have worked with people who’d worked with him. But I have to say,” the smile grew. “Having heard about him and actually meeting him… Two very different things…”
Ian had not stopped watching Sean, even if he didn’t approach him like he used to. His worries were eased a bit when he started seeing the Brit in the company of Bernard Hill as well as David Wenham and Karl Urban. Viggo was most often with them too, but Ian knew to take it as a good sign when seeing Sean on his own. Letting his thoughts wander a bit, they nudged at a new worry. He’d seen a lot of Dominick and Billy lately, the two of them mostly paired up with Sean Astin and Elijah these days. But an important part of their usually close-knit group was missing. When Ian had asked, Billy had just shrugged and told him that Orlando had a few things he needed to work out on his own. Ian hadn’t pressed the issue.
He realised that he hadn’t really seen the younger man at all in the last days. They didn’t have any scenes to shoot together, and Orlando had been missing from their usual hangouts as well. It could just be that he had found a new group to spend his time with, Ian figured that there was a new batch of fresh faces at least every week. He’d turn up again some time.
Someone sat down beside him, making Ian turn around to find Craig next to him. He had first met the younger man at a get-together for the cast and the two of them had hit it off right away. The wet hair and flushed face of his co-star told Ian that Craig had just returned from the beach. He observed a few faint freckles on Craig’s nose and couldn’t resist pointing them out.
“I know, I know,” Craig gave a slightly helpless smile. “By the end of summer my face will probably look like some connect-the-dots game.” He had made Ian laugh.
“Well, I think they’re just charming.”
The dark haired actor grinned, the flush in his cheeks deepening a tad. As the sun started to fade just slightly, a few of the other actors drifted up from the beach, joining Ian and Craig in the still quiet bar. Ian had half a mind to check if Orlando was with them, but couldn’t see the tall brunet anywhere.
“You looking for Orlando?” Craig suddenly asked.
Ian lifted a surprised eyebrow.
“I am, as a matter of fact. I haven’t seen him around much lately.”
Craig nodded. “I know. He’s been hanging out with some new guy from around here, a guy named Mark. I think he’s one of the orcs. But it’s kinda weird…” The blue-eyed man looked thoughtful.
“I saw them together in here the other night, at a party… They didn’t seem that friendly to me.”
Before Ian could come up with a reply to that, a group of hobbits deposited themselves nearly in his lap. Ever more tightly knit together, all Ian could do was smile at their antics. The sombre mood he had been in earlier, had lifted completely, and he pushed every worry out of his mind for the time being. If he had looked up he would have found a familiar figure pausing just outside the doorstep.
He hadn’t really planned the trip to the bar, the plan had been a simple walk to try and clear his head. So far Orlando could only confess that it hadn’t worked. By force of habit his feet had taken him to the bar most of the actors and crew gathered in their free time. Standing on the threshold he was suddenly feeling very insecure about entering. There was a nagging feeling in his gut, reminding him that he really didn’t fit in anymore. Not after what he had done.
And there was also the possibility that Sean would be in there too. And he just wasn’t ready to face the other man yet. He held doubts if he ever would be. But what was troubling him the most was that while he was terribly ashamed over what he had done, or tried to do to Sean, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he had felt.
There had been moments earlier in his life where he had wondered what it would be like, being with another man. But it had always been just idle musings and he had never envisioned actually trying it… Not before now. And with one specific man only.
Orlando gnawed on a finger nail, a nervous habit he’d picked up from Elijah. Straightening, he turned and walked quickly down the pathway again. Emotions churning, he opted for the small gravel road that would take him down to a secluded part of the beach. Nobody would be there at this part of the afternoon. The tiny tongue of land curved in and out between large rock outcroppings that created currents that sucked you under without any forewarning. A breeze was stirring, restlessly shifting the sand under his feet. Resisting the pull of the ocean the sun was shimmering hot and red in the horizon, creating a flash fire of colours on the waves.
He sat down in the sand, ankles crossed. Carefully Orlando put his hand in the pocket of the short sleeved shirt he had on. Fingertips locked around a tiny, circular shape and he lifted it out. He hadn’t taken the drugs Mark had given him, but he hadn’t thrown them away either. Rolling the white little pill between thumb and forefinger, he studied it for a few second. Then, resolutely, he put it in his mouth, swallowing it dry before he could change his mind.
Falling flat on his back, Orlando stretched out arms and legs, squeezing his eyes shut.
Don’t think, he warned himself.
Just don’t… Think.
TBC...
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Date: 2005-07-12 12:16 am (UTC)Re: Hello
Date: 2005-07-12 12:55 pm (UTC)And it seems quite a few of you wants the scene with Aragorn/Viggo and Boromir/Sean...guess I'll just have to write it then. :) More on Orli in the next chapters, as well as Dave and Karl, and Ian.
I'm very happy to hear that you liked the story. :)
Thank you so much for commenting. :)
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Date: 2005-07-12 08:17 am (UTC)*confused*
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Date: 2005-07-14 01:21 pm (UTC)I do love to be a bad influence. :)
so it's always had a place in my heart , I was delighted to see it's been updated
Very happy that you still like it. :) After all this story has been going for a few years. So I hope I can still be true to the original story concept.
I love the dynamic between "your" Sean & Viggo , looking forward to future chapters!!
Awe, thank you, dear. I'll try to have the next part out soon. Thank you for commenting. :)
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Date: 2005-07-16 03:12 am (UTC)You've got to write that scene!!! *begs*
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Date: 2005-07-16 11:28 pm (UTC)Yes, the scene will be written. It's already in my head, so I just need to get it down on paper. (And the maybe a cold shower... ;)
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Date: 2007-07-22 09:53 pm (UTC)I'll do my very best to get something written on this story. :)
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