WHITE HEAT, part 3 - Fusion 6/6
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rugbytacklePairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: AU, RPS,
Rating: R
Archiving: Rugbytackling, viggo_cursive
Authors:
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mooms (Viggo) govi20 (Sean) A.N. : In this story Viggo is a photographer and Sean has taken over the welding company of his father.
Seguel to White Heat - Ignition and White Heat - Combustion
Part 1: here
Part 2: here
Part 3: here
Part 4: here
Part 5: here
DISCLAIMER: we don't know these men, it never happened, it's all just in our heads!
6/6
~Sean~
Once I’ve told me mates, it’s a bit easier. Though stunned at first, most of them get used to the idea rather fast and even though I have the piss taken frequently, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. After the match we went to the pub and Viggo had no problem being a bloke among the blokes, earning their respect with drinking just as much as they did and paying his fair share.
The next morning he had a hell of a headache, but it was worth it. This is all a month ago and I’ve even sorted things out with my sister. Viggo has gone back to the
It will be strange meeting him there, in his place. Meeting his friends and family. I must admit I am a bit apprehensive. When packing my suitcase I squeeze in two other Blades shirts, they’ll keep me grounded when I’m there.
The next day on the plane is not too bad, not much turbulence and apart from some agonizing moments on taking off and landing, I am ok. The paperwork takes forever, it seems, but finally I get through and see a smiling Viggo waiting for me. Another careful hug and we’re on our way to the car. He’s parked it far from other cars, so we manage to kiss each other hungrily, before we drive off.
Once we’re out of the traffic jam of the city I relax a little, the landscape so strange to my eyes. Different light, the palm trees along the road. Combined with my jetlag it makes me feel detached from home, but when I glance sideways I know I am where I want to be and belong.
Vig’s house is very nice, a little too artistic for my taste, but I can live with that. Not that I see much of it that first night: we end up almost immediately in his big double bed, “getting reacquainted” as he calls it.
The plans are for Viggo to come and live with me in
But he keeps telling me that I am his home.
~Viggo~
It’s great having Sean here with me in LA. He is worried about me being able to leave it all behind. He fears that I am as connected to here as he is to his home and roots in
I explain to him that my folks travelled around a lot, when I was a kid and that I have lived in a lot of places. Never had the chance to really become part of a landscape, like he is back home. That is why it makes sense for me to come to him.
In any case he has the factory to run and is intensely loyal to his small band of employees. He makes me laugh, when he tells me how well Sandra took the news about us. Turns out that Sean’s lack of interest in her sexually was sapping her confidence, but now she can tell herself he was queer all along, she has cheered up no end and stated dating a gas-fitter from Rotherham.
For me, there are none of Sean’s problems about introducing him to family and friends. My ex, Chris, and I, had a very relaxed and open marriage and our son, Henry was brought up in a very liberal household. They both take to Sean immediately and start swapping stories about me, while I get the meal ready.
Chris falls off the couch laughing, when Sean tells her about me coming downstairs naked, to the horror of his poor, unsuspecting parents, while Henry rolls his eyes up and gives me that pitying look kids use to patronise their parents.
My folks are coming over to meet him tomorrow, but I have no worries on that account.
After Chris and Henry have gone, I watch Sean swimming powerfully up and down the pool from my lounger, then I just have to fetch my camera and take shots of him as he rises, golden from the water, shaking his head like a dog and making the droplets fly, like little rainbow prisms.
He comes over to me, to be towelled off and I wrap the towel around him, holding him tight.
“Vig, are yer really sure you won’t miss this ? What about Henry ?”
“Sean, Henry is 18 now and at Uni. He is starting his own adult life. He wants to travel abroad and who knows, he may finish up in
I lead him inside to my..our..bedroom.
~Sean~
This time we’re at the airport together. We’ve sent Viggo’s cameras and stuff ahead of us, and I must say Viggo travels light. He says he’s not planning on wearing many clothes when living with me. He hasn’t met the worst of our winters yet. He’s keeping his house in
When we’re driving home I feel great, knowing neither of us will be leaving this time. I can’t believe how much my life has changed in a few months and how lucky I am. We do have our arguments every now and then, because we’re both stubborn, but we manage very well.
Most people I know in
My nephews adore him. One thing we have very much in common is that we love children and luckily my sister likes Viggo too and isn’t afraid any more of our bad influence on her children.
Me Dad? He’s accepted the fact he’s gained another son instead of a daughter in law and me Mum loves Viggo.
I am such a lucky bastard.
~Viggo~
Well coming home with Sean really does feel like coming home. He’s put me on the waiting list for a season ticket to
When it came to it, Sean was such a well liked and established local character that his taking up with me was pretty much accepted, once the initial shock wore off. The general attitude seems to be he may be queer, but he’s our queer, so that’s ok.
The people who didn’t come around to the idea avoid us, but they are no great loss.
Sean has a surprise waiting for me at home that he’d not told me about. While I was at his house I had done a few sketches of the house and garden and while doodling in my sketch book, I had done a design of our names, entwined.
OK, I know that makes me sound like a lovesick thirteen year old girl, practising signing her name “Mrs Sean Bean” in her exercise book, but anyway, that’s what I did.
I had left the book behind and when we drive up to Sean’s house, the first thing I see is the new wrought iron gate.
Welded into the gate is my design – our names wound together and forged into a bond.
“Did it meself !” Sean announces proudly. “Knew ah hadn’t lost me touch. Ah can still do it, when ah’ve a mind to. There we are ….forever !”
I draw him into my arms and hug him tight…… “Forever !”
THE END
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Date: 2006-07-28 11:47 am (UTC)Thanks so much for your comments: very much appreciated!!
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Date: 2006-07-28 11:47 am (UTC)But why did the idea of Sandra getting it off with a gas-fitter from Rotherham have me in stiches?
Oh and thankyou for taking us up to Arkengarthdale - one of my favourite spots, that and the pub in Low Row where I'm quite sure they also went!
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Date: 2006-07-28 01:18 pm (UTC)Arkengarthdale: since Mooms is English and I am Dutch, again this was her doing. I've seen some places in Britain, but I've never been in the Dales. I am determined to go there now, if only for the idea of Sean and Viggo there...
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Date: 2006-07-28 02:50 pm (UTC)Sorry I didn't comment on each chapter, but I did read and love every single one!
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