Fic: Service Charge NC17
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rugbytackleFic: Service Charge
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC17
Description: A dispute over a broken phone leads to Viggo realising that there may be a few service charges that haven’t yet been agreed. Written for Adventures_In: Phone week.
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, never happened, wish it had.
Warning: Probably extremely daft.
Beta: The marvellous Sindahise
*
“ The phone isn’t working,”
Viggo looked up from the magazine he had been reading, then back down again with the air of someone who was more than happy to ignore the current world outside of the articles. Sean waited for a few moments then waved the receiver in a pointed manner.
“ I said, the phone isn’t working,” Still nothing. Sean tried again. “ As in completely absent of speech. No dial tone. Hell, it even rattles,”
The page of the magazine turned without so much as a murmur. There was a low growl from Sean who stared back at the phone and jiggled it again which caused the headset to rattle as though a demented baby had seized hold of it. There was a sigh from Viggo.
“ If it’s not working now, what on earth makes you think that breaking it further will help?” he asked mildly. “ And watch out for your coffee, I’m not cleaning it up after you if you hit it,”
“ You realise this is your fault?” grumbled Sean, who had completely forgotten about the coffee and therefore plonked it out of reach as subtly as he could. Viggo allowed a peer over the top of the magazine for that little comment.
“ Really?” his voice was full of amusement. “ How so? As far as I was aware it wasn’t me who threw the receiver against the wall in a fit of temper after Orlando’s little phone trick or treat. Neither was it me who tripped over the wire and almost broke an ankle. Neither was it me who-,”
“ ANYWAY,” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. What was supposed to happen was there to be a long and probably tedious argument resulting in Viggo sighing and going to buy a new phone so Sean didn’t miss the football. Obviously someone had not been reading the right relationship manuals. “ It was your choice of phone and it broke. Therefore it should be you who fixes it,”
“ Really?” Viggo asked mildly. “ Surely by that logic its your turn? Anyway, what’s wrong with simply waiting for your football to finish and then buying a new phone?”
Sean rolled his eyes. “ There is no point in watching football if you can’t shout at people,” he replied patiently. The magazine turned another page in a pointed manner which was quite impressive when you thought about it but not so impressive when it was blatantly obvious that certain people weren’t planning to get off their backsides and go sort out the phone.
“ You could use the mobile,” Viggo pointed out when Sean refused to stop staring at him.
“ I lost it,”
“ Really?” That was unsurprising. Modern technology happened to other people. “ How did you lose it?”
“ I threw it in the nearby canal.” Sean was unrepentant, his arms folded across his chest in a posture that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a wrestler trying to make himself look hard for the camera. Viggo eyed him thoughtfully and vowed to get some latex involved at some point to add to the general effect. He sighed and finally put the magazine down on the table.
“ So let me get this straight. I’m supposed to make it up to you because you broke the phone,” his voice was as patient as a nun with a new student who had just walked up to the chapel wearing an unsuitable t-shirt.
“ I did not break the phone, the phone was already broken! You know the blasted thing hates me!” Sean waved a hand at it and went back to his wrestler pose. “ And it was your phone, ergo the responsibility rests with you,”
Viggo simply looked at him for several moments before sighing again and getting up from his chair to wander towards the phone which was looking definitely worse for wear. The little stickers on the top where Dominic had stuck them in a fit of drunken amusement were also coming off as well, although that was probably down to Sean’s need to pick at something whenever he was concentrating on an intense phone call. He had come back after one phone sex session to discover that the nearby wallpaper looked like it had been shredded by a wildcat on acid.
He rattled it experimentally and tested the wire with his hand. This was the only bit which he and Sean disagreed tremendously on the phone; Sean preferred the wireless type so he could pace up and down during a debate. Viggo preferred the more laid back conversations and, more the point, the phone always where you expected it to be. There was one memorable occasion where they had discovered the phone buried in the laundry basket, although Sean had never admitted as to the reason for that and therefore Billy had obtained the blame.
“ It’s the old style phones,” pointed out Sean. “ They always break after a month,”
“ Well, they certainly do around you,” agreed Viggo mildly, listening to the lack of dial tone before replacing the handset.
“ Are you accusing me of deliberately breaking them?” Sean’s voice was approaching outraged, although the type of outraged that was normally somewhat fixed and designed to try and get his own way without an endless argument.
“ Are you?” Viggo’s tone was interested.
“ No!” Obviously that hadn’t been the response Sean had been after. Viggo smiled to himself and tested the wire again with his hand.
“ Okay, I’ll get a new one,” he agreed. Obviously that hadn’t been the response Sean had expected either by the long pause. An eyebrow raised.
“ Really?” Sean asked suspiciously.
“ Really,” agreed Viggo patiently. There was another pause whilst Sean’s mind obviously attempted to readjust to the new reality in which it found itself.
“ A better one?” he asked finally, as though poking the agreement with a spoon. Viggo smiled warmly at him and nodded. By the way the eyes narrowed obviously the smile was pushing it; Sean’s lie detection service was back up and running although there was absolutely no danger in him detecting any sort of lie. After all, this was all the truth being maintained here.
“ This afternoon?” probed Sean.
“ Ah, well,” Viggo wandered back to his chair and perched himself on the arm, looking back at him. “ That depends on whether we get the service charge sorted,”
There was a pause as Sean’s universe was tweaked yet again by the evils of a too good imagination. Viggo watched him lick his bottom lip, always an indicator that he was either nervous or working something out, then green eyes returned to him suspiciously.
“ I thought we were paid up for the next three months,” he replied slowly. Viggo gave him a winning smile.
“ Oh, we are,” he agreed. “ For the landline anyway. However, the service charge for using my phone – as you so rightly pointed out – has never been decided, meaning of course that you owe me for seven months rent,”
“ Eight,” Sean automatically corrected him before his mind kicked him.
“ Seven. First one was free,” Viggo’s winning smile widened, which turned into something that wouldn’t look out of place on the Big Bad Wolf. “ So…,”
Sean folded his arms again in what was probably a little organic shield of protection, a scowl on his features caused by the fairy of ‘got caught out big time’.
“ For fuck’s sake, Viggo!” he growled finally. Viggo raised a warning finger.
“ Fuck, Sean, not ‘fook’ as you keep pronouncing it. You’re British after all, subjected to the BBC. Don’t you know the Queen’s English?”
“ Well, I didn’t think she was sodding Spanish, Vig,” gave the resulting growl.
“ Not exactly what I meant..,” Viggo sighed, speech patterns forgotten as Sean gave another growl and made for the door. Sliding off the chair, a hand shot out and grabbed the blonde just before he disappeared off. “ And where do you think you’re going?”
“ To buy the ruddy phone. You made your point,”
“ Actually, I still don’t recall the price for the debt being agreed even if you were to go and purchase the new telephone. So my point might have been made but I am still awaiting a conclusion,” Viggo raised an eyebrow and released Sean’s arm with another smile. “ So would you like to make me an offer? And no, unloading the dishwasher will not do, considering you never unload it until everything in the house has been used as a plate.”
“ You’ll never forgive me for using your artist’s palette as a sandwich plate will you?” grumbled Sean.
“ No I fucking well won’t, but that’s also not the point.” Viggo’s voice never left cheerful. “ The point of the matter is that you will have to consider what might be suitable as a payment.”
Sean folded his arms a little tighter and scowled. Viggo had a sneaking suspicion he wanted to kick something but the blonde refused to let himself go for the welcome tension relief. Finally Sean mumbled something and looked towards the window. Viggo shook his head.
“ Didn’t hear that,” he advised.
“ Yes, you did,”
“ Honestly I didn’t. Scout’s honour,” Viggo crossed his heart with a finger. “ You had an idea?”
The resultant huff from Sean could have blown down the three little piggie’s house by itself. The scowl got even darker.
“ This ain’t fair,” he complained. “ I never do dodgy sex ‘costs’ with you!”
“ Probably because you would be happy with a shag over the sofa and that’s it whereas I prefer a little more finesse. And who was giving you a dodgy sex proposition anyway?” Viggo’s bright smile could have won awards in sunflower contests. “ I didn’t mention such a thing,”
“ You were implying it,” protested Sean.
“ Was I?” Viggo frowned. “ I do hope not. I try not to imply on an empty stomach after all,”
There was a silence that filled up the room and yet suggested more dubious things than all the implying so far as imaginations started to go into overdrive. Sean grumbled again and the window got a damned good looking at. Viggo shook his head. The blonde sighed, the type of sigh that resulted from teenagers who maintain that their parents were well past it, and gave a grudging smile back.
“ Okay. Fine. What do you want?”
Viggo rolled his eyes. “ You completely out of imagination now? Make me an offer,”
“ I don’t slap you silly?” suggested Sean. “ Or perhaps I don’t fill your shoes with toothpaste, or sabotage your sandwich paste, or tape over your horrific Sound of Music video. Lets see how alive the hills feel when they have late night porn over their sensitive music bars and OKAY, I know, I know…,” fingers drummed on his arm. “ What, you want me to pay all seven months now?”
“ Of course not. You’d ruin the carpet, after all.” Viggo put on his most solemn expression. “ But you have to put up something now, otherwise I’d have no choice but to send round a debt recovery agency and that just boggles the mind,”
“ ‘Kay,” Sean’s fingers drummed a little harder. Viggo waited patiently. “ You sure I can’t come back to you?” there was a little hint of desperation in Sean’s voice of the man who had been caught out and had to think of something far too quickly than he was happy with. Viggo shook his head. If you gave Sean an inch he’d wait until he could loop the world twice with it.
“ You’re thinking far too much about this, you realise,” he advised. “ Just .. react. Improvise.”
“ Hmmm,” The fingers were drumming harder than Animal in the Muppets. Suddenly they stopped. “ Ah!”
“ Ah?” Viggo raised an eyebrow. Ah had not been entirely expected, especially since Sean tended to allow all the more imaginative things to result from someone else, most likely down to his severe embarrassment of anyone else finding out. Sean waved a hand towards the rattley phone.
“ Can I borrow the phone?”
Viggo found his own eyes narrowing. “ Would it still be serviceable when it comes back?” he asked suspiciously.
“ Well, its not serviceable now,” protested Sean. “ But yes, I won’t break it any further if that’s what you mean,”
“ Hmmm,”
“ Look, I just had an idea. Don’t hmmmm me, I might cry,” Obviously Sean was hiding it well by his tone of voice which also wasn’t boding well. Viggo shrugged to himself and sat back on the sofa, waving his hand towards the phone.
“ Be my guest,”
He watched in faint amusement as Sean dismantled the phone – which to be fair, he was probably going to have done it at some point anyway – and then trotted towards the kitchen. Viggo raised his eyebrow, not realising that Sean had the ability to trot full stop, and waited for the return.
“ Is this going to cause more washing up?” he asked suspiciously as Sean re-emerged with what looked suspiciously like the cotton bag he used to carry his shopping back in and accompanied by a Cheshire Cat grin. Sean sighed and threw a cushion in Viggo’s general direction.
“ I’m experimenting. Kindly stop making comments about housekeeping when I’m experimenting,” he gestured with a hand. “ Up,”
Viggo’s eyebrow managed to raise higher which was quite impressive without the use of scaffolding. Resisting the urge to query exactly who was supposed to be paying who here, Viggo sighed and slipped off the sofa and watched as Sean plonked the bag on the floor and more worryingly cracked his knuckles.
“ Hard job?” he enquired idly.
“ Shush, I’m working,” the blonde gave him a look, then dropped to his knees and began to unbuckle Viggo’s belt with the dedication and enthusiasm of a museum curator with several pieces of roman pottery and a labelling machine. Of course the more worrying query was where the damned phone was going to make a reappearance but that could be considered at a later point, especially not the point where Sean’s hands were already sliding into his trousers.
Okay, pleasurable this was. Experimental it wasn’t.
He closed his eyes slowly in what he told himself was careful consideration of the situation and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Sean’s hands had carefully shed his clothing down to his knees and were now sliding over his thighs and up to rest on the curve of his backside. Equally it was absolutely nothing to do with the feel of Sean’s breath on his groin, a gentle warmth that never failed to raise the hairs at the back of his neck, or the sudden hit of sensation as a ridiculously talented mouth slid over him with the determination of a cat with a catnip mouse.
Viggo wasn’t entirely certain when his hand managed to slide into rich golden hair but it felt right, just as the mouth working him felt right, the tongue sliding down the shaft before returning to suckle at the tip. His fingers caressed Sean a little longer as the man’s tongue began to seek out all of his sensitive areas, tracing patterns on him with such artistic dedication that Michelangelo would have been impressed. His breath caught in the back of his throat as Sean took him deeper, Viggo’s fingers combing through fine golden strands as he worked.
Definitely not experimental but he was definitely not in a position to care. Sean’s hands gently smoothed over his skin, every so often having teasing dips which were just short of causing his legs to completely collapse on him.
“ Sean,” he mumbled. There was a grumbling muffled noise and Sean pulled back slightly to give him another trademark Bean look.
“ Shush,” the command given, he went back to suckling. Viggo gave a little tug to golden hair.
“ Sean,”
The grumble increased which was both good and unfortunate as the vibrations almost completely undid him. Sean sighed and sat back on his knees again, looking up at him with a patient expression.
“ What?”
“ Bedroom,” Viggo gave him a meaningful look.
“ Actually it’s the living room. You can tell by the sofa, the chairs, the television and the absence of bed,”
Obviously someone was experimenting in the ability to get spanked hard for the rest of the damned day. Viggo gave him a look that had been perfected after the Great Lunch Theft incident and gave a little nod towards the bedroom.
“ That means get into the bedroom,” he said patiently. Sean looked innocent.
“ Does it?” the voice wouldn’t have sounded out of place on a five year old who had been accused of finger-painting on the freshly painted walls. The Great Lunch Theft look suddenly increased into the Accidental Gluing Incident expression, which as any good Sean knew meant business.
“ Sean,” the warning was hardly subtle. “ Bedroom. Now. I’m the one being repaid here,”
“ You said make you an offer. I’m only doing as you said,” Sean replied with an element of sulk.
“ Since when have you ever done what I said?” Viggo’s voice was incredulous. “ Go on, before I carry you in there myself and probably do my back in,”
Sean looked from Viggo to the bedroom and back to Viggo again thoughtfully. Finally he got up, gave him a lopsided smile that didn’t increase Viggo’s confidence and all but sauntered towards the bedroom with the cotton bag tucked under one arm. Carefully removing his trousers and following him, Viggo plonked the trousers on the back of a chair and shut the door behind him.
“ Okay,” he said suspiciously. “ And what are you plotting?”
The blonde glanced up from where he was lounging on the bed. He had already managed to strip in the time it took most other people to take off their shoes which wasn’t helping Viggo’s ability to focus on the full conversation, especially as the side light was doing marvellous things to Sean’s golden skin.
“ I’m not plotting anything,” he said patiently. “ I’m paying the phone bill, remember? What, you want me to cook instead?”
“ God, no,” Viggo resisted a shudder. Sean could manage to burn the beans and it was probably best that they never even mention the chaos that the curry had turned into. Even the meat had dissolved. Sean sunk back on the bed happily.
“ Well, then.” His hand patted the bed. “ Come on,”
Viggo didn’t move. “ You’re smiling at me,” he said suspiciously. Sean rolled onto his side and sighed.
“ I’m not supposed to smile now?” he objected.
“ Not when you’re supposed to be paying something back and have supplies you’re not,” Viggo said warily. “ I remember the last time you smiled like that. It took me two days to get the car out of that ditch,”
“ It wasn’t a ditch, it was a hedge past the ditch and I apologised for that,” Sean patted the bed again, the smile still happily burning in his eyes which was a much more dangerous area than his mouth. “ You want to take off your shirt now?”
The shirt was promptly removed. The stripping wasn’t the issue after all, the schedule was, but of course there was a way to get the schedule back on a Viggo approved course and for Sean to forget the most lax comment he had already made about getting the man to make him an offer. That, of course, was to get your own hands dirty. Sean was incredibly easy about getting distracted on anything that wasn’t football related and he did moan so beautifully when completely and utterly aroused.
Thankfully this was damned easy if a little less choreographed.
“ Right, so get your arse up he-,” the word was completely cut off as Viggo pounced, knocking Sean flat onto his back and turning the end of the word into an ‘ooof’. Green eyes stared up at him incredulously as Viggo calmly straddled the other man’s legs and grabbed hold of both wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed.
There was a pause whilst Sean’s mind readjusted to the situation.
“ Vig, what the fuck d’you think you’re up to?”
“ I’m calling in a debt,” replied Viggo just as calmly and sitting through the occasional buck. He slammed back down with his weight on Sean’s legs. “ And stop that, young man,”
“ Oh, through all your additional months of experience,” grumbled Sean, who stopped anyway. His grumble turned into a groan as Viggo leant forward and began to kiss and suck his way down the other man’s neck, having to increase his strength to keep Sean’s wrists steady.
“ Behave,” he admonished.
Sean grumbled a little more but did as he was told, his eyes closing as mouth worked its way down his chest and began to tease one of his nipples with playful nips and gentle strokes with his tongue. Viggo smiled to himself and shuffled down a little more on Sean’s legs, not trusting the blonde enough yet to fully leave his alpha position. Sean had a nasty habit of believing he was in command, although Viggo had absolutely no idea where that had come from.
The tongue travelled down a little further. Sean had obviously recently had a shower by the taste of the somewhat tangy shower-gel still lingering on his body, the pleasant citrus spell mixing with the slightly musky smell of an obviously aroused male to make a bizarre scent. Sean squirmed under the touch and bucked his hips upwards, trying to encourage further action. This would have been more romantic had Viggo not remembered that the football was on in fifteen minutes and no doubt this was the cause of Sean’s desperation to get to the main event.
On the other hand, this was certainly a possibly. Giving only a puppy dog lick to the head of Sean’s cock which caused an outburst of extremely rude words, Viggo moved off him and flipped the man onto his stomach.
“ There’s a good boy,” he murmured and dragged his tongue down Sean’s spine, feeling the other man tremble underneath him. “ Spread your legs for me,”
He slid a leg between Sean’s and nudged them to the position he wanted, before dipping his head again and delicately running his tongue lower. His ‘victim’ all but squeaked as a warm tongue applied itself against one of his most sensitive areas and began to slowly circle.
“ Viggo-,” Sean was squirming badly now. “ Jesus, come on-,”
Viggo decided not to answer that. If Sean was squirming now he would probably hit the roof if sudden vibrations added to the mix. Lapping against the other man’s entrance and pushing his legs apart a little further for better access, he grinned to himself. Okay, so this was a lot of work for someone who was supposed to be getting the payment but it was worthwhile simply from having this particular golden body writhe in front of him like a snake at a party. He could feel himself react to each little moan the man made, each curse made through obviously gritted teeth, and each little reaction was building up to a large reaction to the extent that it was taking all his willpower not to simply slide into him.
“ Lube,” the word was muffled by pure Sean.
“ It’s by your hand and fucking hell-,”
Such blasphemy. People could die from such things. People could certainly be made to squeak and wriggle and squirm and almost fall off the bed from such things. Viggo licked a little deeper for a few moments, making sure Sean was at the peak of wriggling, before moving back and rummaging around for the lube. Ah yes, there it was. Right by the …
“ Tomato ketchup?” his voice was full of disbelief. “ Who the hell uses tomato ketchup in a damned sex game?”
“ S’the theme isn’t it,” Sean’s voice was somewhat muffled. “ Come on, just do it already!”
“ Theme? What theme?” Viggo waved the bottle at him. “ How are tomatoes part of a theme apart from possibly a messy one? I need this for those fries in the freezer!”
Sean pushed himself up. “ It’s not the tomatoes, it’s the colour. You know, the red telephone boxes you get in olde England. That theme.” The backside was wriggled. “ Come on, for fuck’s sake!”
However even the sight of Sean’s more than tempting rear was not breaking past Viggo’s disbelief.
“ Telephones? Who on earth does a sex scene around telephones? That’s just bloody crazy. Couldn’t you have just .. I don’t know, performed some sort of verbal sex talk over the phone like any normal person?” Viggo gave a little smack to Sean’s rear. “ After you bought a new one as well!”
Sean sulked and raised his hips again pointedly. “ Get on with it,”
“ A limited vocabulary part of the theme as well? Hell, it’s just as well you’re not about to write in text speech, I’d have to kill you after the first line.” Viggo sighed and rolled his eyes, tossing the ketchup off the bed where it belonged and squeezing lube – strawberry scented, presumably continuing the ‘red’ theme – onto his fingers.
“ If you want red I should tan your hide for you.” he grumbled before sliding a finger within him. “ Or find something with a vibrate setting, Mr Obscure,”
Sean bit back a gasp as Viggo’s finger began to slowly rotate inside him, brushing against as many sensitive spots as possible.
“ Viggo, please,” his voice was definitely getting ragged. Viggo deliberately slowed his actions down although added another finger. It wouldn’t do to get him off the boil, after all.
“ Hmmm?” Delicately, carefully, he began to corkscrew his fingers. Sean growled and arched his back, squirming a little more against the bedspread in an attempt to get at least some friction.
“ Come on! I’ll get the damned phone! I’ll even pay the bill! Hell, for the next two sodding years!” there was a sudden yelp as three fingers pushed back into him, brushing even harder against the bundle of nerves within him. “ Jesus!”
“ You know I could get offended when you start calling other men’s names out loud when we’re having sex,” mused Viggo.
“ Fuck you,” Sean panted, squirming harder.
“ I thought we were trying for the other version,” There was a grin and Viggo lined himself up, running his hand down Sean’s trembling side before getting a good grip on golden hips and sliding in to the velvet tightness. He sighed in sheer relief as though slipping into a hot bath after a long day and waited for a few moments whilst Sean readjusted to his very solid presence; he could feel the harsh panting vibrate through his entire body, the fine trembling through Sean’s body like an overworked horse. On the other hand, he couldn’t wait too long. Every heartbeat simply increased the sheer desire to move, to thrust into the warmth that was in front of him, and therefore phone thieves were seriously going to have to get used to him damned quickly.
Thankfully they appeared to be on the same schedule by Sean’s rather violent nudge backwards.
“ What, old age make you forget what you were supposed to do?” came the taunt. Viggo rolled his eyes, deliberately waited until Sean had reached the next syllable of his complaint and then started to move as rough as he dared. The syllable turned into another ooff, Sean’s hands obviously clutching at the bedspread to cope with the sudden movement and to avoid being shuffled off the bed.
His eyes closed, sweat seemingly pouring off from him although he knew damned well it would only actually be a few drops, Viggo continued to pound into him, the pounding getting harder and harder by each minute that past and accidentally whenever Sean managed to thrust back himself at the right time. There had been a time when Viggo worried about kebabing him but Sean’s general get-up-and-go-complain-it’s-not-hard-enough stopped that after the first few sessions. He bit back the groans that were working through him, sniggering breathlessly to himself at Sean’s gasped curses every time he managed to hit something sensitive unexpectedly.
The tremble was working its way through his body, more and more insistent until the pleasure was the only thing that Viggo could really focus on. Another push and his hand gripped down hard on Sean’s hips as he shot into him, a ragged cry breaking through his tight lipped policy and making another naughty word slip past Sean’s lips.
Panting, exhausted, feeling as though his muscles had turned into goop, Viggo slumped to the side and waited for his heart-rate to fall back down and his breathing to return to comfortable lung capacity. This apparently was not Sean approved by the sudden and insistent poking in his side.
“ Move!”
Okay, so apparently his weight was resting a little too heavily on certain people’s legs. Released from captivity Sean rolled over, his hand immediately seeking his own arousal until captivity discovered him once again with Viggo’s hand firmly and squarely on his shoulder. Bewildered green eyes looked at him in question.
“ Not yet. First you have to go get the phone,” Viggo smiled at him toothily.
“ Of course. And then I’ll go feed Santa’s reindeer,” Sean’s eyebrow had risen in the face of such blatant optimism. “ Do me a favour, Vig.”
“ Go on,” Viggo nodded towards the door. Green eyes tracked to the door and then back again incredulously, the sudden realisation that certain people might not be joking making an unwelcome appearance.
“ Fuck off,” the reply was incredulous. “ The footie’s on in a tick, and the damned car needs petrol and…,” his voice lowered suspiciously. “… what are you doing?”
Viggo at this point had pulled the bag towards him and had already rooted his way through it, pulling out the telephone cord that Sean had dismantled from the telephone and testing it in his hands thoughtfully.
“ Part of the theme, eh?” Viggo mused thoughtfully. “ I wonder how easy it would be to get untied if you were to use it as part of a bondage-,”
“ I’m going,” Sean said hurriedly, sliding off the bed.
Viggo smiled.
“ Yes,” he agreed cheerfully. “ I thought you might,”
END
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: NC17
Description: A dispute over a broken phone leads to Viggo realising that there may be a few service charges that haven’t yet been agreed. Written for Adventures_In: Phone week.
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, never happened, wish it had.
Warning: Probably extremely daft.
Beta: The marvellous Sindahise
*
“ The phone isn’t working,”
Viggo looked up from the magazine he had been reading, then back down again with the air of someone who was more than happy to ignore the current world outside of the articles. Sean waited for a few moments then waved the receiver in a pointed manner.
“ I said, the phone isn’t working,” Still nothing. Sean tried again. “ As in completely absent of speech. No dial tone. Hell, it even rattles,”
The page of the magazine turned without so much as a murmur. There was a low growl from Sean who stared back at the phone and jiggled it again which caused the headset to rattle as though a demented baby had seized hold of it. There was a sigh from Viggo.
“ If it’s not working now, what on earth makes you think that breaking it further will help?” he asked mildly. “ And watch out for your coffee, I’m not cleaning it up after you if you hit it,”
“ You realise this is your fault?” grumbled Sean, who had completely forgotten about the coffee and therefore plonked it out of reach as subtly as he could. Viggo allowed a peer over the top of the magazine for that little comment.
“ Really?” his voice was full of amusement. “ How so? As far as I was aware it wasn’t me who threw the receiver against the wall in a fit of temper after Orlando’s little phone trick or treat. Neither was it me who tripped over the wire and almost broke an ankle. Neither was it me who-,”
“ ANYWAY,” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. What was supposed to happen was there to be a long and probably tedious argument resulting in Viggo sighing and going to buy a new phone so Sean didn’t miss the football. Obviously someone had not been reading the right relationship manuals. “ It was your choice of phone and it broke. Therefore it should be you who fixes it,”
“ Really?” Viggo asked mildly. “ Surely by that logic its your turn? Anyway, what’s wrong with simply waiting for your football to finish and then buying a new phone?”
Sean rolled his eyes. “ There is no point in watching football if you can’t shout at people,” he replied patiently. The magazine turned another page in a pointed manner which was quite impressive when you thought about it but not so impressive when it was blatantly obvious that certain people weren’t planning to get off their backsides and go sort out the phone.
“ You could use the mobile,” Viggo pointed out when Sean refused to stop staring at him.
“ I lost it,”
“ Really?” That was unsurprising. Modern technology happened to other people. “ How did you lose it?”
“ I threw it in the nearby canal.” Sean was unrepentant, his arms folded across his chest in a posture that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a wrestler trying to make himself look hard for the camera. Viggo eyed him thoughtfully and vowed to get some latex involved at some point to add to the general effect. He sighed and finally put the magazine down on the table.
“ So let me get this straight. I’m supposed to make it up to you because you broke the phone,” his voice was as patient as a nun with a new student who had just walked up to the chapel wearing an unsuitable t-shirt.
“ I did not break the phone, the phone was already broken! You know the blasted thing hates me!” Sean waved a hand at it and went back to his wrestler pose. “ And it was your phone, ergo the responsibility rests with you,”
Viggo simply looked at him for several moments before sighing again and getting up from his chair to wander towards the phone which was looking definitely worse for wear. The little stickers on the top where Dominic had stuck them in a fit of drunken amusement were also coming off as well, although that was probably down to Sean’s need to pick at something whenever he was concentrating on an intense phone call. He had come back after one phone sex session to discover that the nearby wallpaper looked like it had been shredded by a wildcat on acid.
He rattled it experimentally and tested the wire with his hand. This was the only bit which he and Sean disagreed tremendously on the phone; Sean preferred the wireless type so he could pace up and down during a debate. Viggo preferred the more laid back conversations and, more the point, the phone always where you expected it to be. There was one memorable occasion where they had discovered the phone buried in the laundry basket, although Sean had never admitted as to the reason for that and therefore Billy had obtained the blame.
“ It’s the old style phones,” pointed out Sean. “ They always break after a month,”
“ Well, they certainly do around you,” agreed Viggo mildly, listening to the lack of dial tone before replacing the handset.
“ Are you accusing me of deliberately breaking them?” Sean’s voice was approaching outraged, although the type of outraged that was normally somewhat fixed and designed to try and get his own way without an endless argument.
“ Are you?” Viggo’s tone was interested.
“ No!” Obviously that hadn’t been the response Sean had been after. Viggo smiled to himself and tested the wire again with his hand.
“ Okay, I’ll get a new one,” he agreed. Obviously that hadn’t been the response Sean had expected either by the long pause. An eyebrow raised.
“ Really?” Sean asked suspiciously.
“ Really,” agreed Viggo patiently. There was another pause whilst Sean’s mind obviously attempted to readjust to the new reality in which it found itself.
“ A better one?” he asked finally, as though poking the agreement with a spoon. Viggo smiled warmly at him and nodded. By the way the eyes narrowed obviously the smile was pushing it; Sean’s lie detection service was back up and running although there was absolutely no danger in him detecting any sort of lie. After all, this was all the truth being maintained here.
“ This afternoon?” probed Sean.
“ Ah, well,” Viggo wandered back to his chair and perched himself on the arm, looking back at him. “ That depends on whether we get the service charge sorted,”
There was a pause as Sean’s universe was tweaked yet again by the evils of a too good imagination. Viggo watched him lick his bottom lip, always an indicator that he was either nervous or working something out, then green eyes returned to him suspiciously.
“ I thought we were paid up for the next three months,” he replied slowly. Viggo gave him a winning smile.
“ Oh, we are,” he agreed. “ For the landline anyway. However, the service charge for using my phone – as you so rightly pointed out – has never been decided, meaning of course that you owe me for seven months rent,”
“ Eight,” Sean automatically corrected him before his mind kicked him.
“ Seven. First one was free,” Viggo’s winning smile widened, which turned into something that wouldn’t look out of place on the Big Bad Wolf. “ So…,”
Sean folded his arms again in what was probably a little organic shield of protection, a scowl on his features caused by the fairy of ‘got caught out big time’.
“ For fuck’s sake, Viggo!” he growled finally. Viggo raised a warning finger.
“ Fuck, Sean, not ‘fook’ as you keep pronouncing it. You’re British after all, subjected to the BBC. Don’t you know the Queen’s English?”
“ Well, I didn’t think she was sodding Spanish, Vig,” gave the resulting growl.
“ Not exactly what I meant..,” Viggo sighed, speech patterns forgotten as Sean gave another growl and made for the door. Sliding off the chair, a hand shot out and grabbed the blonde just before he disappeared off. “ And where do you think you’re going?”
“ To buy the ruddy phone. You made your point,”
“ Actually, I still don’t recall the price for the debt being agreed even if you were to go and purchase the new telephone. So my point might have been made but I am still awaiting a conclusion,” Viggo raised an eyebrow and released Sean’s arm with another smile. “ So would you like to make me an offer? And no, unloading the dishwasher will not do, considering you never unload it until everything in the house has been used as a plate.”
“ You’ll never forgive me for using your artist’s palette as a sandwich plate will you?” grumbled Sean.
“ No I fucking well won’t, but that’s also not the point.” Viggo’s voice never left cheerful. “ The point of the matter is that you will have to consider what might be suitable as a payment.”
Sean folded his arms a little tighter and scowled. Viggo had a sneaking suspicion he wanted to kick something but the blonde refused to let himself go for the welcome tension relief. Finally Sean mumbled something and looked towards the window. Viggo shook his head.
“ Didn’t hear that,” he advised.
“ Yes, you did,”
“ Honestly I didn’t. Scout’s honour,” Viggo crossed his heart with a finger. “ You had an idea?”
The resultant huff from Sean could have blown down the three little piggie’s house by itself. The scowl got even darker.
“ This ain’t fair,” he complained. “ I never do dodgy sex ‘costs’ with you!”
“ Probably because you would be happy with a shag over the sofa and that’s it whereas I prefer a little more finesse. And who was giving you a dodgy sex proposition anyway?” Viggo’s bright smile could have won awards in sunflower contests. “ I didn’t mention such a thing,”
“ You were implying it,” protested Sean.
“ Was I?” Viggo frowned. “ I do hope not. I try not to imply on an empty stomach after all,”
There was a silence that filled up the room and yet suggested more dubious things than all the implying so far as imaginations started to go into overdrive. Sean grumbled again and the window got a damned good looking at. Viggo shook his head. The blonde sighed, the type of sigh that resulted from teenagers who maintain that their parents were well past it, and gave a grudging smile back.
“ Okay. Fine. What do you want?”
Viggo rolled his eyes. “ You completely out of imagination now? Make me an offer,”
“ I don’t slap you silly?” suggested Sean. “ Or perhaps I don’t fill your shoes with toothpaste, or sabotage your sandwich paste, or tape over your horrific Sound of Music video. Lets see how alive the hills feel when they have late night porn over their sensitive music bars and OKAY, I know, I know…,” fingers drummed on his arm. “ What, you want me to pay all seven months now?”
“ Of course not. You’d ruin the carpet, after all.” Viggo put on his most solemn expression. “ But you have to put up something now, otherwise I’d have no choice but to send round a debt recovery agency and that just boggles the mind,”
“ ‘Kay,” Sean’s fingers drummed a little harder. Viggo waited patiently. “ You sure I can’t come back to you?” there was a little hint of desperation in Sean’s voice of the man who had been caught out and had to think of something far too quickly than he was happy with. Viggo shook his head. If you gave Sean an inch he’d wait until he could loop the world twice with it.
“ You’re thinking far too much about this, you realise,” he advised. “ Just .. react. Improvise.”
“ Hmmm,” The fingers were drumming harder than Animal in the Muppets. Suddenly they stopped. “ Ah!”
“ Ah?” Viggo raised an eyebrow. Ah had not been entirely expected, especially since Sean tended to allow all the more imaginative things to result from someone else, most likely down to his severe embarrassment of anyone else finding out. Sean waved a hand towards the rattley phone.
“ Can I borrow the phone?”
Viggo found his own eyes narrowing. “ Would it still be serviceable when it comes back?” he asked suspiciously.
“ Well, its not serviceable now,” protested Sean. “ But yes, I won’t break it any further if that’s what you mean,”
“ Hmmm,”
“ Look, I just had an idea. Don’t hmmmm me, I might cry,” Obviously Sean was hiding it well by his tone of voice which also wasn’t boding well. Viggo shrugged to himself and sat back on the sofa, waving his hand towards the phone.
“ Be my guest,”
He watched in faint amusement as Sean dismantled the phone – which to be fair, he was probably going to have done it at some point anyway – and then trotted towards the kitchen. Viggo raised his eyebrow, not realising that Sean had the ability to trot full stop, and waited for the return.
“ Is this going to cause more washing up?” he asked suspiciously as Sean re-emerged with what looked suspiciously like the cotton bag he used to carry his shopping back in and accompanied by a Cheshire Cat grin. Sean sighed and threw a cushion in Viggo’s general direction.
“ I’m experimenting. Kindly stop making comments about housekeeping when I’m experimenting,” he gestured with a hand. “ Up,”
Viggo’s eyebrow managed to raise higher which was quite impressive without the use of scaffolding. Resisting the urge to query exactly who was supposed to be paying who here, Viggo sighed and slipped off the sofa and watched as Sean plonked the bag on the floor and more worryingly cracked his knuckles.
“ Hard job?” he enquired idly.
“ Shush, I’m working,” the blonde gave him a look, then dropped to his knees and began to unbuckle Viggo’s belt with the dedication and enthusiasm of a museum curator with several pieces of roman pottery and a labelling machine. Of course the more worrying query was where the damned phone was going to make a reappearance but that could be considered at a later point, especially not the point where Sean’s hands were already sliding into his trousers.
Okay, pleasurable this was. Experimental it wasn’t.
He closed his eyes slowly in what he told himself was careful consideration of the situation and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Sean’s hands had carefully shed his clothing down to his knees and were now sliding over his thighs and up to rest on the curve of his backside. Equally it was absolutely nothing to do with the feel of Sean’s breath on his groin, a gentle warmth that never failed to raise the hairs at the back of his neck, or the sudden hit of sensation as a ridiculously talented mouth slid over him with the determination of a cat with a catnip mouse.
Viggo wasn’t entirely certain when his hand managed to slide into rich golden hair but it felt right, just as the mouth working him felt right, the tongue sliding down the shaft before returning to suckle at the tip. His fingers caressed Sean a little longer as the man’s tongue began to seek out all of his sensitive areas, tracing patterns on him with such artistic dedication that Michelangelo would have been impressed. His breath caught in the back of his throat as Sean took him deeper, Viggo’s fingers combing through fine golden strands as he worked.
Definitely not experimental but he was definitely not in a position to care. Sean’s hands gently smoothed over his skin, every so often having teasing dips which were just short of causing his legs to completely collapse on him.
“ Sean,” he mumbled. There was a grumbling muffled noise and Sean pulled back slightly to give him another trademark Bean look.
“ Shush,” the command given, he went back to suckling. Viggo gave a little tug to golden hair.
“ Sean,”
The grumble increased which was both good and unfortunate as the vibrations almost completely undid him. Sean sighed and sat back on his knees again, looking up at him with a patient expression.
“ What?”
“ Bedroom,” Viggo gave him a meaningful look.
“ Actually it’s the living room. You can tell by the sofa, the chairs, the television and the absence of bed,”
Obviously someone was experimenting in the ability to get spanked hard for the rest of the damned day. Viggo gave him a look that had been perfected after the Great Lunch Theft incident and gave a little nod towards the bedroom.
“ That means get into the bedroom,” he said patiently. Sean looked innocent.
“ Does it?” the voice wouldn’t have sounded out of place on a five year old who had been accused of finger-painting on the freshly painted walls. The Great Lunch Theft look suddenly increased into the Accidental Gluing Incident expression, which as any good Sean knew meant business.
“ Sean,” the warning was hardly subtle. “ Bedroom. Now. I’m the one being repaid here,”
“ You said make you an offer. I’m only doing as you said,” Sean replied with an element of sulk.
“ Since when have you ever done what I said?” Viggo’s voice was incredulous. “ Go on, before I carry you in there myself and probably do my back in,”
Sean looked from Viggo to the bedroom and back to Viggo again thoughtfully. Finally he got up, gave him a lopsided smile that didn’t increase Viggo’s confidence and all but sauntered towards the bedroom with the cotton bag tucked under one arm. Carefully removing his trousers and following him, Viggo plonked the trousers on the back of a chair and shut the door behind him.
“ Okay,” he said suspiciously. “ And what are you plotting?”
The blonde glanced up from where he was lounging on the bed. He had already managed to strip in the time it took most other people to take off their shoes which wasn’t helping Viggo’s ability to focus on the full conversation, especially as the side light was doing marvellous things to Sean’s golden skin.
“ I’m not plotting anything,” he said patiently. “ I’m paying the phone bill, remember? What, you want me to cook instead?”
“ God, no,” Viggo resisted a shudder. Sean could manage to burn the beans and it was probably best that they never even mention the chaos that the curry had turned into. Even the meat had dissolved. Sean sunk back on the bed happily.
“ Well, then.” His hand patted the bed. “ Come on,”
Viggo didn’t move. “ You’re smiling at me,” he said suspiciously. Sean rolled onto his side and sighed.
“ I’m not supposed to smile now?” he objected.
“ Not when you’re supposed to be paying something back and have supplies you’re not,” Viggo said warily. “ I remember the last time you smiled like that. It took me two days to get the car out of that ditch,”
“ It wasn’t a ditch, it was a hedge past the ditch and I apologised for that,” Sean patted the bed again, the smile still happily burning in his eyes which was a much more dangerous area than his mouth. “ You want to take off your shirt now?”
The shirt was promptly removed. The stripping wasn’t the issue after all, the schedule was, but of course there was a way to get the schedule back on a Viggo approved course and for Sean to forget the most lax comment he had already made about getting the man to make him an offer. That, of course, was to get your own hands dirty. Sean was incredibly easy about getting distracted on anything that wasn’t football related and he did moan so beautifully when completely and utterly aroused.
Thankfully this was damned easy if a little less choreographed.
“ Right, so get your arse up he-,” the word was completely cut off as Viggo pounced, knocking Sean flat onto his back and turning the end of the word into an ‘ooof’. Green eyes stared up at him incredulously as Viggo calmly straddled the other man’s legs and grabbed hold of both wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed.
There was a pause whilst Sean’s mind readjusted to the situation.
“ Vig, what the fuck d’you think you’re up to?”
“ I’m calling in a debt,” replied Viggo just as calmly and sitting through the occasional buck. He slammed back down with his weight on Sean’s legs. “ And stop that, young man,”
“ Oh, through all your additional months of experience,” grumbled Sean, who stopped anyway. His grumble turned into a groan as Viggo leant forward and began to kiss and suck his way down the other man’s neck, having to increase his strength to keep Sean’s wrists steady.
“ Behave,” he admonished.
Sean grumbled a little more but did as he was told, his eyes closing as mouth worked its way down his chest and began to tease one of his nipples with playful nips and gentle strokes with his tongue. Viggo smiled to himself and shuffled down a little more on Sean’s legs, not trusting the blonde enough yet to fully leave his alpha position. Sean had a nasty habit of believing he was in command, although Viggo had absolutely no idea where that had come from.
The tongue travelled down a little further. Sean had obviously recently had a shower by the taste of the somewhat tangy shower-gel still lingering on his body, the pleasant citrus spell mixing with the slightly musky smell of an obviously aroused male to make a bizarre scent. Sean squirmed under the touch and bucked his hips upwards, trying to encourage further action. This would have been more romantic had Viggo not remembered that the football was on in fifteen minutes and no doubt this was the cause of Sean’s desperation to get to the main event.
On the other hand, this was certainly a possibly. Giving only a puppy dog lick to the head of Sean’s cock which caused an outburst of extremely rude words, Viggo moved off him and flipped the man onto his stomach.
“ There’s a good boy,” he murmured and dragged his tongue down Sean’s spine, feeling the other man tremble underneath him. “ Spread your legs for me,”
He slid a leg between Sean’s and nudged them to the position he wanted, before dipping his head again and delicately running his tongue lower. His ‘victim’ all but squeaked as a warm tongue applied itself against one of his most sensitive areas and began to slowly circle.
“ Viggo-,” Sean was squirming badly now. “ Jesus, come on-,”
Viggo decided not to answer that. If Sean was squirming now he would probably hit the roof if sudden vibrations added to the mix. Lapping against the other man’s entrance and pushing his legs apart a little further for better access, he grinned to himself. Okay, so this was a lot of work for someone who was supposed to be getting the payment but it was worthwhile simply from having this particular golden body writhe in front of him like a snake at a party. He could feel himself react to each little moan the man made, each curse made through obviously gritted teeth, and each little reaction was building up to a large reaction to the extent that it was taking all his willpower not to simply slide into him.
“ Lube,” the word was muffled by pure Sean.
“ It’s by your hand and fucking hell-,”
Such blasphemy. People could die from such things. People could certainly be made to squeak and wriggle and squirm and almost fall off the bed from such things. Viggo licked a little deeper for a few moments, making sure Sean was at the peak of wriggling, before moving back and rummaging around for the lube. Ah yes, there it was. Right by the …
“ Tomato ketchup?” his voice was full of disbelief. “ Who the hell uses tomato ketchup in a damned sex game?”
“ S’the theme isn’t it,” Sean’s voice was somewhat muffled. “ Come on, just do it already!”
“ Theme? What theme?” Viggo waved the bottle at him. “ How are tomatoes part of a theme apart from possibly a messy one? I need this for those fries in the freezer!”
Sean pushed himself up. “ It’s not the tomatoes, it’s the colour. You know, the red telephone boxes you get in olde England. That theme.” The backside was wriggled. “ Come on, for fuck’s sake!”
However even the sight of Sean’s more than tempting rear was not breaking past Viggo’s disbelief.
“ Telephones? Who on earth does a sex scene around telephones? That’s just bloody crazy. Couldn’t you have just .. I don’t know, performed some sort of verbal sex talk over the phone like any normal person?” Viggo gave a little smack to Sean’s rear. “ After you bought a new one as well!”
Sean sulked and raised his hips again pointedly. “ Get on with it,”
“ A limited vocabulary part of the theme as well? Hell, it’s just as well you’re not about to write in text speech, I’d have to kill you after the first line.” Viggo sighed and rolled his eyes, tossing the ketchup off the bed where it belonged and squeezing lube – strawberry scented, presumably continuing the ‘red’ theme – onto his fingers.
“ If you want red I should tan your hide for you.” he grumbled before sliding a finger within him. “ Or find something with a vibrate setting, Mr Obscure,”
Sean bit back a gasp as Viggo’s finger began to slowly rotate inside him, brushing against as many sensitive spots as possible.
“ Viggo, please,” his voice was definitely getting ragged. Viggo deliberately slowed his actions down although added another finger. It wouldn’t do to get him off the boil, after all.
“ Hmmm?” Delicately, carefully, he began to corkscrew his fingers. Sean growled and arched his back, squirming a little more against the bedspread in an attempt to get at least some friction.
“ Come on! I’ll get the damned phone! I’ll even pay the bill! Hell, for the next two sodding years!” there was a sudden yelp as three fingers pushed back into him, brushing even harder against the bundle of nerves within him. “ Jesus!”
“ You know I could get offended when you start calling other men’s names out loud when we’re having sex,” mused Viggo.
“ Fuck you,” Sean panted, squirming harder.
“ I thought we were trying for the other version,” There was a grin and Viggo lined himself up, running his hand down Sean’s trembling side before getting a good grip on golden hips and sliding in to the velvet tightness. He sighed in sheer relief as though slipping into a hot bath after a long day and waited for a few moments whilst Sean readjusted to his very solid presence; he could feel the harsh panting vibrate through his entire body, the fine trembling through Sean’s body like an overworked horse. On the other hand, he couldn’t wait too long. Every heartbeat simply increased the sheer desire to move, to thrust into the warmth that was in front of him, and therefore phone thieves were seriously going to have to get used to him damned quickly.
Thankfully they appeared to be on the same schedule by Sean’s rather violent nudge backwards.
“ What, old age make you forget what you were supposed to do?” came the taunt. Viggo rolled his eyes, deliberately waited until Sean had reached the next syllable of his complaint and then started to move as rough as he dared. The syllable turned into another ooff, Sean’s hands obviously clutching at the bedspread to cope with the sudden movement and to avoid being shuffled off the bed.
His eyes closed, sweat seemingly pouring off from him although he knew damned well it would only actually be a few drops, Viggo continued to pound into him, the pounding getting harder and harder by each minute that past and accidentally whenever Sean managed to thrust back himself at the right time. There had been a time when Viggo worried about kebabing him but Sean’s general get-up-and-go-complain-it’s-not-hard-enough stopped that after the first few sessions. He bit back the groans that were working through him, sniggering breathlessly to himself at Sean’s gasped curses every time he managed to hit something sensitive unexpectedly.
The tremble was working its way through his body, more and more insistent until the pleasure was the only thing that Viggo could really focus on. Another push and his hand gripped down hard on Sean’s hips as he shot into him, a ragged cry breaking through his tight lipped policy and making another naughty word slip past Sean’s lips.
Panting, exhausted, feeling as though his muscles had turned into goop, Viggo slumped to the side and waited for his heart-rate to fall back down and his breathing to return to comfortable lung capacity. This apparently was not Sean approved by the sudden and insistent poking in his side.
“ Move!”
Okay, so apparently his weight was resting a little too heavily on certain people’s legs. Released from captivity Sean rolled over, his hand immediately seeking his own arousal until captivity discovered him once again with Viggo’s hand firmly and squarely on his shoulder. Bewildered green eyes looked at him in question.
“ Not yet. First you have to go get the phone,” Viggo smiled at him toothily.
“ Of course. And then I’ll go feed Santa’s reindeer,” Sean’s eyebrow had risen in the face of such blatant optimism. “ Do me a favour, Vig.”
“ Go on,” Viggo nodded towards the door. Green eyes tracked to the door and then back again incredulously, the sudden realisation that certain people might not be joking making an unwelcome appearance.
“ Fuck off,” the reply was incredulous. “ The footie’s on in a tick, and the damned car needs petrol and…,” his voice lowered suspiciously. “… what are you doing?”
Viggo at this point had pulled the bag towards him and had already rooted his way through it, pulling out the telephone cord that Sean had dismantled from the telephone and testing it in his hands thoughtfully.
“ Part of the theme, eh?” Viggo mused thoughtfully. “ I wonder how easy it would be to get untied if you were to use it as part of a bondage-,”
“ I’m going,” Sean said hurriedly, sliding off the bed.
Viggo smiled.
“ Yes,” he agreed cheerfully. “ I thought you might,”
END
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Date: 2006-08-21 12:14 pm (UTC)See Vigbean is not dead.
Long live VigBean!
*g*
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Date: 2006-08-21 12:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-08-21 01:11 pm (UTC)I have loved your V/S and A/B stories, read all of them(^-^) Your unique characters, the pair of Sean and Vig, are always my favorite, especially the way Sean's stubbornness makes me smile and love him.
This story is without exception! I enjoyed this. Thank you for posting this here.
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Date: 2006-08-21 01:45 pm (UTC)Especially this line:
The Great Lunch Theft look suddenly increased into the Accidental Gluing Incident expression, which as any good Sean knew meant business.
*giggles even more* Wonderful--thank you!
~Kris
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:47 pm (UTC)I had a smile on my face all the time while reading this. It was so inventive and I could just picture their little 'domestic' situation, bantering and bickering like an old married couple!
Loved it!
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