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rugbytackleTitle: The Best Laid Plans… (Part 3)
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R
Author: jenolas
Summary: Sean is annoyed when his plans for a nice surprise for Viggo’s birthday hit many obstacles, one of which is particularly unpleasant.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lifestyle choices of the men.
The Best Laid Plans…. Part 3
After Viggo left, Sean rang for the nurse and took a couple of painkillers that thankfully took only a few minutes before they kicked in. The pills made him drowsy and he drifted into a light slumber from which he was awoken several hours later by the sound of someone tapping lightly on the door.
“Hi, my name is Mark and I will be taking care of you this shift,” said the male nurse as he entered the room and put the armful of towels and linens he was carrying on the chair beside the bed. “So, how are you feeling this morning, Mr Bean?”
“Fine, aside from a slight headache,” Sean replied, grimacing in pain when the nurse shone the light into his eyes to check his pupils.
“Do you want some more medication for the pain?” Mark asked as he quickly performed the rest of the routine observations.
“No, it’s not that bad but what I would like is to know how much longer I am going to be confined to this bloody bed?” There was no anger in Sean’s voice, just a hint of frustration at being confined. It was a typical question from patients in the head injury ward and one Mark had heard often.
“Your doctor will be coming to see you shortly to discuss your test results, but you might be pleased to hear he has given his consent for you to take a shower.”
“And not before time, I must be ripe by now!” Sean exclaimed, wrinkling his nose at and unable to hide his delight at the idea.
“You do need to bathe,” Mark replied tactfully. “And you can thank a young man by the name of Henry for the toiletries and the clean clothes,” he added as he picked up a small travel bag. A brilliant smile lit Sean’s face. Viggo must have called and arranged that with his son.
“I will. Is he still here?” He asked as he sat up and swung his legs over then side of the bed, a little too eagerly, causing a slight attack of dizziness.
“No, he just delivered the bag earlier this morning and said something about needing to hurry or he would be late for school.”
“He’s a good kid,” Sean said as he tried to jump off the bed and stand, but immediately realised he was too unsteady and quickly sat back down on the bed. Two strong hands held his shoulders steady until the room stopped spinning.
“Whoa! Mr Bean! Not so fast! Use my arm for support, and stand up slowly,” Mark advised watching his patient carefully for any sign of distress.
“Thanks, lad, and the name’s Sean, hardly seems right to be calling me Mr in this situation,” Sean said, enjoying the light banter with his nurse.
“Are you still feeling dizzy, Sean?”
“No, me knees feel a bit weak, and me stomach is a little unsettled, but at least the world is no longer tilting at a funny angle,” Sean replied in good humour.
“Good, but just to be safe I think we should use the shower chair rather than have you standing up,” Mark said as he reached for the towels.
“We? You planning to join me?” Sean asked in surprise, both eyebrows raised and a faint tinge of red colouring his cheeks. He had the strangest feeling that he often enjoyed sharing his shower with someone, and the tingling in his groin suggested that perhaps bathing was not the only activity in which he and the mysterious ‘other’ indulged. The dense fog in his brain would not allow an image of a face to form, and the fleeting memory carried with it a feeling of being well and truly loved. Mark noted his distraction and took it to mean reluctance and even discomfort on his patient’s part. He had encountered similar reactions in the past and sought to relieve Sean’s apparent anxiety.
“Not join you, but I will be in the bathroom with you, keeping you under purely medical observation. It’s standard procedure. You are suffering from a concussion and there is a risk that you may faint, or lose your balance and fall over and injure yourself further. I assure you am not gay but if you would prefer a female nurse to assist you, please say so, I will take no offence,” Mark added, such duties were part of a nurse’s role, and were always performed in a strictly professional manner, but it seemed to be more acceptable to some if the nurse happened to be female.
“Don’t be daft, lad, some of me best friends are gay, so even if you were it would not bother me, I know you are just doing your job. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” He laughed, taking the nurse’s arm and indicating with a slight incline of his head that they should move in the direction of the bathroom door.
“Put this on, it will keep your stitches dry,” Mark said, referring to the small gash on Sean’s forehead. The Brit frowned with distaste at the plastic shower cap but donned it as instructed, however he stubbornly refused to use the chair, insisting he wanted a proper shower. Mark reluctantly agreed, but only if his patient kept the shower curtain drawn aside to allow the nurse to keep him under observation.
The spray of hot water felt incredibly good to Sean, and before long tired, aching muscles began to relax and he felt the weakness in his body return. He put his hands against the wall to steady himself, invoking another brief image, this time a vivid, and very real one of strong hands holding his hips as a deliciously hard cock was thrust in as deep as possible until two voices were screaming their pleasure in unison. It felt so fucking incredible that Sean moaned out loud and felt his cock begin to harden, and his knees buckle at the memory of what had definitely been an intense and shared orgasm. Concerned only for his well being, Mark ignored the man’s state of arousal and quickly moved to place the shower chair close to Sean, then gently sat him down.
“You’re not… whoever it was I was remembering taking a shower with… “ Sean said, green eyes glazed with confusion as he looked up at Mark. The lad’s eyes were the wrong colour, his features nowhere near as handsome as…who? Shaking his head as if that would clear the fuzziness due to medication, he tried to recall a name, or a face, or anything about the identity of this mysterious lover who haunted his memory.
As erotic as the partial memories were, Sean decided that they were in fact just fantasies, borne of the pain medication that left him feeling a little high. Silly bastard you are Bean, he scolded himself, fancy thinking you had a male lover.
“You were right to watch over me, lad. I must be more exhausted than I thought,” he admitted, closing his eyes as he allowed his head to loll forward. “I think I should go back to bed for a while.” He said, wrapping the towel he was handed around his waist.
“Do you want me to wash your hair before you do?” Mark asked as he removed the shower cap and reached for the hand held shower rose. Sean nodded, and closed his eyes again He had always enjoyed having his hair washed and his scalp massaged and this time was no exception, and the touch was not unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar. No, not just unfamiliar, but cold and efficient where it should have been warm and gentle and followed by a trail of soft kisses and sweet words of love murmured against freshly showered skin in a voice Sean was certain he knew well, but could not place.
It seemed as if there was a serious gap in his memory and as Sean watched Mark change the linen on the bed, he felt overwhelmed with sorrow and frustration at the many unanswered questions, not the least of which being who is my lover and why isn’t she... no wait…. the hands, the touches, the voice Sean vaguely remembered were not soft and feminie… they were a man’s hands. Christ! He had joked about being gay with Viggo this morning, but he was beginning to think it was the real truth.
“Has anyone aside from Viggo called to check up on me?” he asked.
“A guy called in while you were asleep. Said he would be back later. I think he went to get some coffee.” Mark said, wondering at the sudden tenseness he felt coming form his patient.
“Did he give his name?”
“Karl,” the nurse replied.
Anger flashed through Sean’s blood, setting him on fire and he wondered what the fuck Karl could possibly have done to piss him off so completely. When Viggo came back he would have to try and remember to ask him if he knew what had happened, Sean decided smiling at the irony of expecting his currently befuddled mind trying to remember much of anything at present. Of one thing he was certain, he wanted Viggo to return as soon as possible because Despite the fact that his friend had been gone only a short time, and that he was Karl’s lover, Sean found he missed the artist terribly.
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“Calm down, Mortensen. Losing it like this is not helping either you or Sean. Get up, wash your face then go and speak to the doctor,” was the sound advice offered by Viggo’s inner voice of reason. Eyes that were still slightly bloodshot from his breakdown stared sorrowfully back at him as he studied his reflection in the mirror. His brow was furrowed with worry lines, his chin sported a few days’ growth of stubble and his hair had taken liberties with his usual tendency to let it run riot. It was the face of a man who had not lost his best friend, but his lover, but it was also the face of a man who did not give up without a fight.
First he had to make sure the doctor was aware that despite being able to answer any of the memory test questions, as well as such trivia as what colour socks he was wearing a week ago, Sean was clearly forgetting a very important part of his life.
“Come in, Mr Mortensen, isn’t it?” Dr Griffith asked as he ushered his visitor into his office and indicated he take a seat on the couch rather than at the desk. "You look like you could use some coffee,” he added after casting a critical eye over the drained face of the man now seated before him.
“Yeah, thanks Doc, its been a rough night,” Viggo replied a she accepted the mug containing the steamy hot beverage.
“No doubt, those visitor’s chairs are not meant as substitutes for beds. You should have gone home and had some proper rest for a few hours at least. As you heard me tell Sean, all the tests confirm that he is suffering from nothing more serious than a mild concussion. ”
“I know he appears to be fine and firing on all cylinders, but you don’t know him like I do, and I am telling you there is something seriously wrong with his memory,” Viggo insisted.
“What makes you say that?” Dr Griffith asked as he sipped his own coffee and offered Viggo a donut with a look that suggested he would be wise to accept.
“He does not know who I am.” There was no mistaking the anguish in the softly spoken words, nor the eyes bright with tears Viggo was fighting to withhold.
“What do you mean?” The doctor asked sounding confused. Sean obviously knew Viggo well, at least from the easygoing relationship he had observed between the two men. They were close and Sean had spoken of their shared history going back at least several years.
“I am his best friend, as he is mine, but we are also lovers,” Viggo admitted looking directly at the doctor, trying to gauge his reaction. “I expect this information to remain confidential,” He added with almost a smile as an air of professionalism that greatly impressed the Dane quickly replaced the initial wide-eyed surprise.
“I see and you can trust me to keep my patient’s confidences. So you are in a committed relationship. That certainly explains why you were reluctant to leave him last night. Your devotion is heart-warming and much more than many married couples would display.” If he had not already been convinced by Viggo’s sincerity, the depth of love in his eyes and the adoring smile that curled his lips as he thought of Sean, left no doubt.
“He is my world, and right now he is also lost to me. He doesn’t remember he loves me and firmly believes I am in love with another. Can you tell me why? Is there anything you can do to help restore his memory?” There were many more questions Viggo wanted to ask, and it was as if the doctor knew it.
“First I need to know exactly what happened at the time of the collapse, perhaps that will shed same light on the problem.” Viggo quickly and succinctly explained everything that occurred that night.
“So let me just clarify the situation. After a series of annoying and unavoidable mishaps, Sean comes home unexpectedly, eager to celebrate your birthday with you both publicly and privately, only to find you in a very compromising position with this fellow, Karl. You argue and Sean collapses.” Viggo nodded.
“Not a pretty picture, I admit, but Sean could have at least listened to my explanation.” There was a hint of annoyance in Viggo’s voice, as was to be expected, he was not entirely to blame for the incident.
“It sounds to me like he was in shock and hardly in the frame of mind to be calm and reasonable. Besides issues, especially of the heart, are never resolved satisfactorily when one or more of the parties are inebriated or physically exhausted.” The doctor said as he walked over to sit behind his desk and study what Viggo thought must have been Sean’s medical record.
“There is no physical reason for him to have lost his memory of you, but there is definitely an emotional one. I think he has not really lost his memory but that he is in denial, but I will have to ask him a few questions to confirm my theory. The good news is that it should this be the case it is very likely he will simply wake up one day with his full memory restored.”
“And what can I do to help until then? Sean and I share a home and he will be coming back there with me when you release him from the hospital. He will be expecting to see Karl there, and I need to know how best to deal with the problem. I don’t want to lie to Sean,” Viggo explained, becoming more agitated, as the problem appeared to become more complex.
“No he needs to hear the truth, all of it. It may jog his memory back on track, or not, but at least he will know where he stands, this is important, as is the need for you remain alert. Since it is obvious you are you are about to follow Sean’s example and pass out from exhaustion, I suggest you stay here and get some sleep. This couch is very comfortable,” said Dr Griffith as he moved over to where Viggo was now pacing up and down the office and took his face between his hands.
“Sounds like the voice of experience,” Viggo actually smiled.
“Yeah, it has served me well over the years. Now, I am about to make my daily rounds, so I will go and speak with Sean and determine how things stand.”
As he succumbed to his bodily weariness, a confusing collage of ghostly memories drifted through Viggo’s mind like wind driven clubs swept across a stormy sky. Memories of love, land laughter, of sharing tender touches, of sweet kisses, of sweating bodies moving wantonly together in the throes of unrestrained passion and desire. Memories of the deep, abiding love he felt in his heart and soul, that was joyfully accepted and returned in kind.
In the final moment before sleep fully claimed him, Viggo instinctively reached out to take his beloved in his arms only to feel them close around a cold emptiness. Even if Sean’s memory was permanently lost, the Sean he loved was not, and Viggo vowed he would just have to make his soul mate and lover fall in love with him all over again.
tbc
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R
Author: jenolas
Summary: Sean is annoyed when his plans for a nice surprise for Viggo’s birthday hit many obstacles, one of which is particularly unpleasant.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lifestyle choices of the men.
The Best Laid Plans…. Part 3
After Viggo left, Sean rang for the nurse and took a couple of painkillers that thankfully took only a few minutes before they kicked in. The pills made him drowsy and he drifted into a light slumber from which he was awoken several hours later by the sound of someone tapping lightly on the door.
“Hi, my name is Mark and I will be taking care of you this shift,” said the male nurse as he entered the room and put the armful of towels and linens he was carrying on the chair beside the bed. “So, how are you feeling this morning, Mr Bean?”
“Fine, aside from a slight headache,” Sean replied, grimacing in pain when the nurse shone the light into his eyes to check his pupils.
“Do you want some more medication for the pain?” Mark asked as he quickly performed the rest of the routine observations.
“No, it’s not that bad but what I would like is to know how much longer I am going to be confined to this bloody bed?” There was no anger in Sean’s voice, just a hint of frustration at being confined. It was a typical question from patients in the head injury ward and one Mark had heard often.
“Your doctor will be coming to see you shortly to discuss your test results, but you might be pleased to hear he has given his consent for you to take a shower.”
“And not before time, I must be ripe by now!” Sean exclaimed, wrinkling his nose at and unable to hide his delight at the idea.
“You do need to bathe,” Mark replied tactfully. “And you can thank a young man by the name of Henry for the toiletries and the clean clothes,” he added as he picked up a small travel bag. A brilliant smile lit Sean’s face. Viggo must have called and arranged that with his son.
“I will. Is he still here?” He asked as he sat up and swung his legs over then side of the bed, a little too eagerly, causing a slight attack of dizziness.
“No, he just delivered the bag earlier this morning and said something about needing to hurry or he would be late for school.”
“He’s a good kid,” Sean said as he tried to jump off the bed and stand, but immediately realised he was too unsteady and quickly sat back down on the bed. Two strong hands held his shoulders steady until the room stopped spinning.
“Whoa! Mr Bean! Not so fast! Use my arm for support, and stand up slowly,” Mark advised watching his patient carefully for any sign of distress.
“Thanks, lad, and the name’s Sean, hardly seems right to be calling me Mr in this situation,” Sean said, enjoying the light banter with his nurse.
“Are you still feeling dizzy, Sean?”
“No, me knees feel a bit weak, and me stomach is a little unsettled, but at least the world is no longer tilting at a funny angle,” Sean replied in good humour.
“Good, but just to be safe I think we should use the shower chair rather than have you standing up,” Mark said as he reached for the towels.
“We? You planning to join me?” Sean asked in surprise, both eyebrows raised and a faint tinge of red colouring his cheeks. He had the strangest feeling that he often enjoyed sharing his shower with someone, and the tingling in his groin suggested that perhaps bathing was not the only activity in which he and the mysterious ‘other’ indulged. The dense fog in his brain would not allow an image of a face to form, and the fleeting memory carried with it a feeling of being well and truly loved. Mark noted his distraction and took it to mean reluctance and even discomfort on his patient’s part. He had encountered similar reactions in the past and sought to relieve Sean’s apparent anxiety.
“Not join you, but I will be in the bathroom with you, keeping you under purely medical observation. It’s standard procedure. You are suffering from a concussion and there is a risk that you may faint, or lose your balance and fall over and injure yourself further. I assure you am not gay but if you would prefer a female nurse to assist you, please say so, I will take no offence,” Mark added, such duties were part of a nurse’s role, and were always performed in a strictly professional manner, but it seemed to be more acceptable to some if the nurse happened to be female.
“Don’t be daft, lad, some of me best friends are gay, so even if you were it would not bother me, I know you are just doing your job. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” He laughed, taking the nurse’s arm and indicating with a slight incline of his head that they should move in the direction of the bathroom door.
“Put this on, it will keep your stitches dry,” Mark said, referring to the small gash on Sean’s forehead. The Brit frowned with distaste at the plastic shower cap but donned it as instructed, however he stubbornly refused to use the chair, insisting he wanted a proper shower. Mark reluctantly agreed, but only if his patient kept the shower curtain drawn aside to allow the nurse to keep him under observation.
The spray of hot water felt incredibly good to Sean, and before long tired, aching muscles began to relax and he felt the weakness in his body return. He put his hands against the wall to steady himself, invoking another brief image, this time a vivid, and very real one of strong hands holding his hips as a deliciously hard cock was thrust in as deep as possible until two voices were screaming their pleasure in unison. It felt so fucking incredible that Sean moaned out loud and felt his cock begin to harden, and his knees buckle at the memory of what had definitely been an intense and shared orgasm. Concerned only for his well being, Mark ignored the man’s state of arousal and quickly moved to place the shower chair close to Sean, then gently sat him down.
“You’re not… whoever it was I was remembering taking a shower with… “ Sean said, green eyes glazed with confusion as he looked up at Mark. The lad’s eyes were the wrong colour, his features nowhere near as handsome as…who? Shaking his head as if that would clear the fuzziness due to medication, he tried to recall a name, or a face, or anything about the identity of this mysterious lover who haunted his memory.
As erotic as the partial memories were, Sean decided that they were in fact just fantasies, borne of the pain medication that left him feeling a little high. Silly bastard you are Bean, he scolded himself, fancy thinking you had a male lover.
“You were right to watch over me, lad. I must be more exhausted than I thought,” he admitted, closing his eyes as he allowed his head to loll forward. “I think I should go back to bed for a while.” He said, wrapping the towel he was handed around his waist.
“Do you want me to wash your hair before you do?” Mark asked as he removed the shower cap and reached for the hand held shower rose. Sean nodded, and closed his eyes again He had always enjoyed having his hair washed and his scalp massaged and this time was no exception, and the touch was not unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar. No, not just unfamiliar, but cold and efficient where it should have been warm and gentle and followed by a trail of soft kisses and sweet words of love murmured against freshly showered skin in a voice Sean was certain he knew well, but could not place.
It seemed as if there was a serious gap in his memory and as Sean watched Mark change the linen on the bed, he felt overwhelmed with sorrow and frustration at the many unanswered questions, not the least of which being who is my lover and why isn’t she... no wait…. the hands, the touches, the voice Sean vaguely remembered were not soft and feminie… they were a man’s hands. Christ! He had joked about being gay with Viggo this morning, but he was beginning to think it was the real truth.
“Has anyone aside from Viggo called to check up on me?” he asked.
“A guy called in while you were asleep. Said he would be back later. I think he went to get some coffee.” Mark said, wondering at the sudden tenseness he felt coming form his patient.
“Did he give his name?”
“Karl,” the nurse replied.
Anger flashed through Sean’s blood, setting him on fire and he wondered what the fuck Karl could possibly have done to piss him off so completely. When Viggo came back he would have to try and remember to ask him if he knew what had happened, Sean decided smiling at the irony of expecting his currently befuddled mind trying to remember much of anything at present. Of one thing he was certain, he wanted Viggo to return as soon as possible because Despite the fact that his friend had been gone only a short time, and that he was Karl’s lover, Sean found he missed the artist terribly.
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“Calm down, Mortensen. Losing it like this is not helping either you or Sean. Get up, wash your face then go and speak to the doctor,” was the sound advice offered by Viggo’s inner voice of reason. Eyes that were still slightly bloodshot from his breakdown stared sorrowfully back at him as he studied his reflection in the mirror. His brow was furrowed with worry lines, his chin sported a few days’ growth of stubble and his hair had taken liberties with his usual tendency to let it run riot. It was the face of a man who had not lost his best friend, but his lover, but it was also the face of a man who did not give up without a fight.
First he had to make sure the doctor was aware that despite being able to answer any of the memory test questions, as well as such trivia as what colour socks he was wearing a week ago, Sean was clearly forgetting a very important part of his life.
“Come in, Mr Mortensen, isn’t it?” Dr Griffith asked as he ushered his visitor into his office and indicated he take a seat on the couch rather than at the desk. "You look like you could use some coffee,” he added after casting a critical eye over the drained face of the man now seated before him.
“Yeah, thanks Doc, its been a rough night,” Viggo replied a she accepted the mug containing the steamy hot beverage.
“No doubt, those visitor’s chairs are not meant as substitutes for beds. You should have gone home and had some proper rest for a few hours at least. As you heard me tell Sean, all the tests confirm that he is suffering from nothing more serious than a mild concussion. ”
“I know he appears to be fine and firing on all cylinders, but you don’t know him like I do, and I am telling you there is something seriously wrong with his memory,” Viggo insisted.
“What makes you say that?” Dr Griffith asked as he sipped his own coffee and offered Viggo a donut with a look that suggested he would be wise to accept.
“He does not know who I am.” There was no mistaking the anguish in the softly spoken words, nor the eyes bright with tears Viggo was fighting to withhold.
“What do you mean?” The doctor asked sounding confused. Sean obviously knew Viggo well, at least from the easygoing relationship he had observed between the two men. They were close and Sean had spoken of their shared history going back at least several years.
“I am his best friend, as he is mine, but we are also lovers,” Viggo admitted looking directly at the doctor, trying to gauge his reaction. “I expect this information to remain confidential,” He added with almost a smile as an air of professionalism that greatly impressed the Dane quickly replaced the initial wide-eyed surprise.
“I see and you can trust me to keep my patient’s confidences. So you are in a committed relationship. That certainly explains why you were reluctant to leave him last night. Your devotion is heart-warming and much more than many married couples would display.” If he had not already been convinced by Viggo’s sincerity, the depth of love in his eyes and the adoring smile that curled his lips as he thought of Sean, left no doubt.
“He is my world, and right now he is also lost to me. He doesn’t remember he loves me and firmly believes I am in love with another. Can you tell me why? Is there anything you can do to help restore his memory?” There were many more questions Viggo wanted to ask, and it was as if the doctor knew it.
“First I need to know exactly what happened at the time of the collapse, perhaps that will shed same light on the problem.” Viggo quickly and succinctly explained everything that occurred that night.
“So let me just clarify the situation. After a series of annoying and unavoidable mishaps, Sean comes home unexpectedly, eager to celebrate your birthday with you both publicly and privately, only to find you in a very compromising position with this fellow, Karl. You argue and Sean collapses.” Viggo nodded.
“Not a pretty picture, I admit, but Sean could have at least listened to my explanation.” There was a hint of annoyance in Viggo’s voice, as was to be expected, he was not entirely to blame for the incident.
“It sounds to me like he was in shock and hardly in the frame of mind to be calm and reasonable. Besides issues, especially of the heart, are never resolved satisfactorily when one or more of the parties are inebriated or physically exhausted.” The doctor said as he walked over to sit behind his desk and study what Viggo thought must have been Sean’s medical record.
“There is no physical reason for him to have lost his memory of you, but there is definitely an emotional one. I think he has not really lost his memory but that he is in denial, but I will have to ask him a few questions to confirm my theory. The good news is that it should this be the case it is very likely he will simply wake up one day with his full memory restored.”
“And what can I do to help until then? Sean and I share a home and he will be coming back there with me when you release him from the hospital. He will be expecting to see Karl there, and I need to know how best to deal with the problem. I don’t want to lie to Sean,” Viggo explained, becoming more agitated, as the problem appeared to become more complex.
“No he needs to hear the truth, all of it. It may jog his memory back on track, or not, but at least he will know where he stands, this is important, as is the need for you remain alert. Since it is obvious you are you are about to follow Sean’s example and pass out from exhaustion, I suggest you stay here and get some sleep. This couch is very comfortable,” said Dr Griffith as he moved over to where Viggo was now pacing up and down the office and took his face between his hands.
“Sounds like the voice of experience,” Viggo actually smiled.
“Yeah, it has served me well over the years. Now, I am about to make my daily rounds, so I will go and speak with Sean and determine how things stand.”
As he succumbed to his bodily weariness, a confusing collage of ghostly memories drifted through Viggo’s mind like wind driven clubs swept across a stormy sky. Memories of love, land laughter, of sharing tender touches, of sweet kisses, of sweating bodies moving wantonly together in the throes of unrestrained passion and desire. Memories of the deep, abiding love he felt in his heart and soul, that was joyfully accepted and returned in kind.
In the final moment before sleep fully claimed him, Viggo instinctively reached out to take his beloved in his arms only to feel them close around a cold emptiness. Even if Sean’s memory was permanently lost, the Sean he loved was not, and Viggo vowed he would just have to make his soul mate and lover fall in love with him all over again.
tbc
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Date: 2005-10-15 01:14 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2005-10-16 05:40 pm (UTC)Hello
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Date: 2005-10-16 06:53 am (UTC)And how sweet "Viggo vowed he would just have to make his soul mate and lover fall in love with him all over again." is!!
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Date: 2005-10-16 04:39 pm (UTC)And I quite like the fact that even if Sean is sick and in hospital and with no memory, the vague idea of his mystery lover is enough to make him hard *g*
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