rugbytackle | Green, part 3

Title: Green, part 3

Rating: R

Pairing Sean Miller/Viggo Mortensen AU
Archive: Rugbytackling

Author:govi20

Summary: Viggo’s world is turned upside down by a green eyed stranger.

Disclaimer: Nothing like this happened, It's all in my head!

Viggo could only stare at him for a moment,

“What do you mean: three days. You can’t stay here for three more days.”
”Watch me.”

“But I’ve got a life! What about my job?”

“Ah yes, your waiting job. Well, you’ll just have to call in sick, won’t you?”
”You can’t do this to me, you can’t just take over my life!”

Moving faster then anyone he had ever seen, Sean was with him. His face a few inches away from Viggo’s. He looked furious, his green eyes narrowed and he spat out his words.

“I could have killed you when we walked in. Killed you, put your body somewhere and just wait here until I could leave. I didn’t but I can still do it. That way you won’t bother me and I won’t have to keep an eye on you.

It’s up to you, so stop moaning and complaining. Just do as you’re told.

Convince me you’re useful alive to me.”

Shocked, Viggo could just nod, his throat to dry to speak. Sean backed off a little, calming down.

“So this is what we’ll do. We are going to eat something and tomorrow you’re going to make a phone call to that boss of yours. You tell him about your virus or whatever that forces you to stay in for a couple of days. For now we’ll have a nice chat, go to bed early and the three days will be over before you know it. Now what were you planning for dinner tonight?”

Viggo stared at him again, thinking how he had to live through three days with this madman.

But he had to cooperate, had to survive.

“I…I was going to order something.”

“No cooking? You aren’t really useful, are you? Where can I find the number and what’s your address?”

“The number is on the notepad near the phone and if you give them my name they’ll know the address.”

“So what do you want then?”

“I am not hungry, I don’t want to eat.”

“I’ll order something and you’ll eat. When I tell you to eat, you eat, clear?”

After Sean made the call, they sat in silence. Viggo was slowly relaxing again, forcing himself to breathe steady, trying to clear his head. He couldn’t go on like this for three days. There had to be a way out. If only he could disarm him. Perhaps he stood a chance man to man. Slowly, inch by inch he curled the fingers of his cuffed hand around the pipe he was chained to. He pulled a little, but it was very solid. No way he was going to pull that down.

There was only one chance: trying to convince Sean to release him from the cuffs

Or perhaps he could do something to alarm the delivery boy with the food. As if he could read his mind Sean suddenly said:

“When the food comes, you’ll open that door. You say hello, you pay and say goodbye. I f you do anything else or just wink I swear I’ll shoot him and you.

Whatever happens I am not going back to jail. I’d rather die and I don’t mind taking a few with me. So don’t get any bright ideas.”

A few minutes later the door bell rang and Sean released Viggo of his cuffs. Opening the door Viggo could clearly feel the gun pressing in his lower spine. The delivery boy hardly looked at him, mumbled a greeting, accepted the money and was gone before he knew it.

He stepped back closing the door and turned around.

“Good boy, now back in your chair. You’ll be eating one handed, but that will give me some entertainment while I am eating.”

“Bastard!” He said before he knew it, making Sean laugh.

“Yes, that’s right, I am.”

He put some food on a plate and set it on Viggo’s lap, fork on top.

“Now you figure out how to eat this, mate.”

Somehow managing to eat Viggo started thinking again. If he told him he had to piss he would have to release him, wouldn’t he? He refused to think about any other scenario.

And when he was in the bathroom, he could look for a weapon. He had bought new razor blades last week. He could hide them in his clothes till he had the chance to use them.

Just thinking about attacking Sean made him feel better and the food was beginning to taste better. Or perhaps he could hit him with the blow dryer.

He hardly noticed Sean taking his empty plate away and replacing it by an opened can of beer.

“I hope you don’t mind to sleep early, because I haven’t slept in 36 hours and I am knackered. So why don’t you finish your beer and we’ll move to the bedroom.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. “We are going to the bedroom?”

Sean grinned. “Yes, you’ll have to share the bed with me. I am not leaving you alone for five minutes. I don’t trust that look on your face. Come on, I’ve slept on smaller beds.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“What’s your problem, Viggo?”

“I am gay you know!”
”I’ve been in and out of jail since I was fifteen, you think I lived like a monk there? Not much pretty boys like you there though. Relax: I am no rapist. Now let me untie you and we will have a look at your bed.”

“Can I at least take a shower then?”

“Yeah, you can. I’ll take one after you.”

Viggo could only hope he wouldn’t come with him. The guy was crazy enough for that.

Sean was still pointing the gun at him.

“Now, strip!”

“What?”
”I said strip. You go into that bathroom naked and you come out naked so I can see you have nothing on you. I don’t feel like searching your bathroom first for knives and scissors.

What are you waiting for? Need help? Strip! TBC”