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rugbytackleAh-ha!! My VigBean b'day fic for Vig's birthday 2006. :-) In under the wire -- at least where I am it is. I hope you like it. It's set in the same universe as my first ever VigBean from quite a while ago.
Title: Sparring Partners: Prime Beef **A Special October 2006 follow-up in celebration of Viggo’s birthday**
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: PG
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: Never happened anywhere except in my wee little brain (but aren't you glad it happened there?) ;-)
This was a long story and my first VigBean. If you’re interested, you can read it in my LJ at: Sparring Partners plus its archived right here at Rugby Tackling.
I hope you enjoy this. Its kind of silly but then so am I!
“Henry, please, lad! Do ye just think ye can get him there? On the 20th? It has to be that pub. Right near the square. Just tell him you want to go to that place I’ve mentioned before. The place we used to go. He’ll know—“
“Got it, Sean. Geez, relax! I’ll just tell him to take me to the cozy little bar where you caught him making out with some crazy woman in the hallway and then you realized your great and scorching love for each—“
“Henry—“
“Yes?”
“What the bloody hell is wrong with ye? You’re his fucking carbon copy!”
The young man laughed happily.
“So do ye think ye can do it? Or not?”
Sean was relieved to hear Henry give it what sounded like serious consideration as he replied more thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think so. I never got to see Leon when he was filming over there so I can tell him we need some father-son time. We can go sightsee and do some bonding and I can try to get him to reconsider the whole mastiff thing. And of course, I can then free him up to go do vile, nasty things with you.”
Safely on another continent, Sean couldn’t see the young man’s face or the expression that so clearly mirrored the one Viggo always had on his face when he tormented him in the same way.
“Henry!”
“What? I’m hoping to find some lovely senorita to do vile, nasty things with me. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about Sean. Sheesh!” The wicked smile on Henry’s face made it had for him to convey the right amount of scornful pity but he was pretty sure he’d pulled it off.
Turning sixteen shades of red all the way to the tips of his ears, Sean cursed all Mortensens everywhere for a silent, blessed moment before he continued.
“If I help ye catch one—“
“What? A girl? I thought you’d given them up!”
“Yeah, ye impertinent little bastard! I have had some prior success in that area, ye know!”
“Well, experience anyway…but success?”
“Henry.”
“Uh-oh. That’s your ‘I’m gonna kick your ass’ voice.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“But you’re overseas. And I’m here. And you won’t want to kill me by the time we’re in Spain because I’ll have Dad with me then and you’ll love me again so it’ll all be good, right?”
Sean laughed loudly into the phone. “Henry, what am I going to do with ye?
“I don’t know,” the younger man laughed. “Let’s go back to the part where you help me pick up girls.”
“Yeah, right, ye need a lass. Or a handful of ‘em. Ye tell me which ones strike your fancy and I’ll draw ‘em close for ye.”
“Oh God, are you gonna call them ‘lass’? For real? Is that supposed to make them drop their petticoats or something?”
“It has been known to, Henry,” Sean said dryly.
The younger man giggled. “Okay, but you’ll have to clue me in. I’ve never seen a petticoat before so when it drops I want to be sure I don’t miss it.”
“Just get his arse over there, Henry,” Sean growled playfully and then he softly added, “It’s important, okay?”
“I know, Sean. I’m just teasing you. He’s already glum because he thinks you two won’t be able to see each other on his birthday so this will be a true gift to him, too. Don’t worry, I’ll have him there.”
“I love you, lad.”
“Love you, too. See you on the 20th.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In the darkness of the pub, Henry watched his father take a long appreciative swallow of a dark, ruby wine. Viggo looked around and Henry could see the memories flickering over his face. When he turned back to him, he was smiling softly. “Sean and I…we were so confused until we were alone here one night…”
His voiced trailed off and Henry grinned broadly. “I know, Dad. And I thought I’d never see you that happy again and then you just were – and you have been ever since.” The young man cleared his throat, just a little embarrassed. “I’m just glad you’re together, Dad. I don’t ever want you to be lonely again. I love you.”
Viggo smiled at him, his eyes shining with pride and love, and he reached to squeeze his son’s hand. “I love you too, Henry. You’ve always been my greatest gift. And I’m so glad you’re here now. I wanted to see all of this with you and hear your thoughts. This is perfect…thank you so much for arranging it.”
They both were on the verge of getting choked up when the waiter delivered their meals, allowing them a moment to collect themselves. Henry smiled as he watched Viggo gaze enthusiastically at the thick, sizzling steak he’d requested. He closed his eyes and inhaled the savory scent and Henry laughed.
“Doing okay there, Dad? Want a minute alone with it?”
With a silly giggle, Viggo replied. “You just don’t know. This place has the best fucking meat on the planet, Henry! Could turn anyone,” he laughed, looking pointedly at Henry’s vegetarian selection.
Choking on his drink, Henry stifled a laugh, beginning to pick at his food as he kept an eye on the doorway beyond his father. When he finally saw Sean poke his head in and give him a brief wave, he interrupted their meal, catching his father with a forkful of steak halfway to his mouth.
“You like it?”
“Mmmm,” moaned Viggo appreciatively. He looked well satisfied.
“Don’t wish you’d ordered a different cut?” Henry pressed.
“Nuh-uh,” Viggo replied with a grin. “This is fucking perfect.”
“So there’s no piece of meat you’d prefer in its place then? So I guess its okay to tell Sean to catch the next flight home?”
Henry cackled at the dumbfounded look that dawned on his father’s face, enjoying every second of it as it evolved from confusion to a questioning smile. Just as Viggo looked to be drawing a conclusion and starting to turn toward the crowded room, Sean leaned in from behind to leave a key next to his plate and a kiss on his cheek.
“Happy birthday, love,” he growled in a drop dead sexy, promise-of-things-to-come voice pitched only for Viggo’s ear. “You’ll recall the room. Our room...” he said with a gesture toward the key. “When you’re ready for dessert, come on over.”
Looking more than a little stunned, Viggo’s head turned from Henry to Sean to Henry and then Sean and then back again.
“I think I need a minute to catch up,” he finally said with a baffled shake of his head.
“That’s cool, Dad. You go ahead and take a minute ‘cause Sean’s gonna help me pick up girls.”
“Okay--,” Viggo murmured before stopping suddenly as the words sank in. “Gonna help you pick up girls? Excuse me?” Coming out of his daze, he stood and kissed Sean solidly. “I’m the only person you’ll be picking up today, thank you very much.”
“Aye. Today and every day,” Sean agreed.
“Well, wait a minute,” Henry sputtered. “Sean said he’d hook me up. We have petticoats to plunder and stuff!"
Sean and Viggo were standing with their arms around each other now, lost in a deep and lasting kiss. When they broke apart, Sean threw some bills on the table, Viggo grabbed the key and pressed a happy kiss on Henry’s cheek and told him he loved him, and then the two men started out the door together.
Henry stood there, amused. Sitting back down to finish his own wine, he was surprised to see a young lady watching him, a sweet smile on her face. He raised an eyebrow at her and her smile broadened. Encouraged, he gestured – could he join her at her table? With a small flourish of her hand, she welcomed him and Henry started walking toward her, hoping like hell he’d know what a petticoat was when and if the time came.
Title: Sparring Partners: Prime Beef **A Special October 2006 follow-up in celebration of Viggo’s birthday**
Author: shegollum
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: PG
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: Never happened anywhere except in my wee little brain (but aren't you glad it happened there?) ;-)
This was a long story and my first VigBean. If you’re interested, you can read it in my LJ at: Sparring Partners plus its archived right here at Rugby Tackling.
I hope you enjoy this. Its kind of silly but then so am I!
“Henry, please, lad! Do ye just think ye can get him there? On the 20th? It has to be that pub. Right near the square. Just tell him you want to go to that place I’ve mentioned before. The place we used to go. He’ll know—“
“Got it, Sean. Geez, relax! I’ll just tell him to take me to the cozy little bar where you caught him making out with some crazy woman in the hallway and then you realized your great and scorching love for each—“
“Henry—“
“Yes?”
“What the bloody hell is wrong with ye? You’re his fucking carbon copy!”
The young man laughed happily.
“So do ye think ye can do it? Or not?”
Sean was relieved to hear Henry give it what sounded like serious consideration as he replied more thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think so. I never got to see Leon when he was filming over there so I can tell him we need some father-son time. We can go sightsee and do some bonding and I can try to get him to reconsider the whole mastiff thing. And of course, I can then free him up to go do vile, nasty things with you.”
Safely on another continent, Sean couldn’t see the young man’s face or the expression that so clearly mirrored the one Viggo always had on his face when he tormented him in the same way.
“Henry!”
“What? I’m hoping to find some lovely senorita to do vile, nasty things with me. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about Sean. Sheesh!” The wicked smile on Henry’s face made it had for him to convey the right amount of scornful pity but he was pretty sure he’d pulled it off.
Turning sixteen shades of red all the way to the tips of his ears, Sean cursed all Mortensens everywhere for a silent, blessed moment before he continued.
“If I help ye catch one—“
“What? A girl? I thought you’d given them up!”
“Yeah, ye impertinent little bastard! I have had some prior success in that area, ye know!”
“Well, experience anyway…but success?”
“Henry.”
“Uh-oh. That’s your ‘I’m gonna kick your ass’ voice.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“But you’re overseas. And I’m here. And you won’t want to kill me by the time we’re in Spain because I’ll have Dad with me then and you’ll love me again so it’ll all be good, right?”
Sean laughed loudly into the phone. “Henry, what am I going to do with ye?
“I don’t know,” the younger man laughed. “Let’s go back to the part where you help me pick up girls.”
“Yeah, right, ye need a lass. Or a handful of ‘em. Ye tell me which ones strike your fancy and I’ll draw ‘em close for ye.”
“Oh God, are you gonna call them ‘lass’? For real? Is that supposed to make them drop their petticoats or something?”
“It has been known to, Henry,” Sean said dryly.
The younger man giggled. “Okay, but you’ll have to clue me in. I’ve never seen a petticoat before so when it drops I want to be sure I don’t miss it.”
“Just get his arse over there, Henry,” Sean growled playfully and then he softly added, “It’s important, okay?”
“I know, Sean. I’m just teasing you. He’s already glum because he thinks you two won’t be able to see each other on his birthday so this will be a true gift to him, too. Don’t worry, I’ll have him there.”
“I love you, lad.”
“Love you, too. See you on the 20th.”
In the darkness of the pub, Henry watched his father take a long appreciative swallow of a dark, ruby wine. Viggo looked around and Henry could see the memories flickering over his face. When he turned back to him, he was smiling softly. “Sean and I…we were so confused until we were alone here one night…”
His voiced trailed off and Henry grinned broadly. “I know, Dad. And I thought I’d never see you that happy again and then you just were – and you have been ever since.” The young man cleared his throat, just a little embarrassed. “I’m just glad you’re together, Dad. I don’t ever want you to be lonely again. I love you.”
Viggo smiled at him, his eyes shining with pride and love, and he reached to squeeze his son’s hand. “I love you too, Henry. You’ve always been my greatest gift. And I’m so glad you’re here now. I wanted to see all of this with you and hear your thoughts. This is perfect…thank you so much for arranging it.”
They both were on the verge of getting choked up when the waiter delivered their meals, allowing them a moment to collect themselves. Henry smiled as he watched Viggo gaze enthusiastically at the thick, sizzling steak he’d requested. He closed his eyes and inhaled the savory scent and Henry laughed.
“Doing okay there, Dad? Want a minute alone with it?”
With a silly giggle, Viggo replied. “You just don’t know. This place has the best fucking meat on the planet, Henry! Could turn anyone,” he laughed, looking pointedly at Henry’s vegetarian selection.
Choking on his drink, Henry stifled a laugh, beginning to pick at his food as he kept an eye on the doorway beyond his father. When he finally saw Sean poke his head in and give him a brief wave, he interrupted their meal, catching his father with a forkful of steak halfway to his mouth.
“You like it?”
“Mmmm,” moaned Viggo appreciatively. He looked well satisfied.
“Don’t wish you’d ordered a different cut?” Henry pressed.
“Nuh-uh,” Viggo replied with a grin. “This is fucking perfect.”
“So there’s no piece of meat you’d prefer in its place then? So I guess its okay to tell Sean to catch the next flight home?”
Henry cackled at the dumbfounded look that dawned on his father’s face, enjoying every second of it as it evolved from confusion to a questioning smile. Just as Viggo looked to be drawing a conclusion and starting to turn toward the crowded room, Sean leaned in from behind to leave a key next to his plate and a kiss on his cheek.
“Happy birthday, love,” he growled in a drop dead sexy, promise-of-things-to-come voice pitched only for Viggo’s ear. “You’ll recall the room. Our room...” he said with a gesture toward the key. “When you’re ready for dessert, come on over.”
Looking more than a little stunned, Viggo’s head turned from Henry to Sean to Henry and then Sean and then back again.
“I think I need a minute to catch up,” he finally said with a baffled shake of his head.
“That’s cool, Dad. You go ahead and take a minute ‘cause Sean’s gonna help me pick up girls.”
“Okay--,” Viggo murmured before stopping suddenly as the words sank in. “Gonna help you pick up girls? Excuse me?” Coming out of his daze, he stood and kissed Sean solidly. “I’m the only person you’ll be picking up today, thank you very much.”
“Aye. Today and every day,” Sean agreed.
“Well, wait a minute,” Henry sputtered. “Sean said he’d hook me up. We have petticoats to plunder and stuff!"
Sean and Viggo were standing with their arms around each other now, lost in a deep and lasting kiss. When they broke apart, Sean threw some bills on the table, Viggo grabbed the key and pressed a happy kiss on Henry’s cheek and told him he loved him, and then the two men started out the door together.
Henry stood there, amused. Sitting back down to finish his own wine, he was surprised to see a young lady watching him, a sweet smile on her face. He raised an eyebrow at her and her smile broadened. Encouraged, he gestured – could he join her at her table? With a small flourish of her hand, she welcomed him and Henry started walking toward her, hoping like hell he’d know what a petticoat was when and if the time came.
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Date: 2006-10-21 09:12 pm (UTC)fabulous, dahling!
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Date: 2006-10-22 02:02 am (UTC)“It has been known to, Henry,” Sean said dryly.
Still laughing -- and nodding with enthusiasm. Although Henry's reference to Sean as a "piece of meat" might have earned him a stern look from his dad under other circumstances! I do love Henry's insertion into these stories, especially now that he's old enough to make knowing quips and wry comments. His poor father will never be the same! I thoroughly enjoyed this -- many thanks!
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Date: 2006-10-23 08:37 pm (UTC)Well now he's just answered his own question, hasn't he! I get a kick out of Viggo's cluelessness. ;D
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