Title : Things that go bump in the night !! Part 2/2

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Title : Things that go bump in the night !! Part 2/2
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : RPS
Archive : Rugbytackling, switch_bottoms, viggo_cursive
Summary : Sean and Viggo have rented a secluded cottage in the Yorkshire Dales
Authors : mooms (Viggo) and govi20 (Sean) 

First part  : here

DISCLAIMER : It's not true, it never happened, it's all just lies ! 

"Things that go bump in the night !! Part  2/2

 

~Viggo~

 

There is a real chill in the room again and a sense of deep unhappiness, which is not just emanating from Sean, and although I know he wants nothing more than to head for the nearest place with a comfortable hotel, I feel compelled to try and do something for this poor soul.

 

He has wriggled under the duvet and pulled it up to his chin, protectively, but although this is proving to be a frustrating night, I don’t get the feeling that these coitus interrupters mean us any harm. I stroke Sean with one hand and reach the other out into the moonlit bedroom.

 

The hairs go up on the back of my neck as I feel a small, ice-cold hand slip into mine and the connection created sends a tingle down to my toes.

 

I close my eyes, as I realise that I am actually communicating with a spirit, who is young, female and apparently not alone. I see a picture in my head of a group of ragged children and feel an incredible sense of loss and yearning. There has been a terrible tragedy, far in the past and now I know what I have to do, although Sean is not going to like this !

 

The hand withdraws from mine and I say “I will do it” into the darkness. In answer, I hear three bumps as the bedside table moves and knocks against the wall.

 

I slip my hand under the duvet, causing Sean to yelp, as it is still clearly cold. I try to soothe his trembling body and  make him understand.

 

“Sean, we can’t go yet. I have something I need to do and if I get it right, we won’t have to leave at all !”

 

Then, ignoring his protests, I am scrambling out of bed and hurrying downstairs to dress and find a flashlight and a spade. I hear muttered swearing and the sound of Sean coming to join me. I guess that he would rather come with me on my insane errand, than stay here alone, or rather, not alone !

 

“Well, Sean !” I say, as we head out into the windy night.

~Sean~

He reaches out his hand and seems to be in some kind of trance, startling me when he suddenly says : “I will do it” and some piece of furniture starts bumping into the wall. I don’t even want to know what he will do : I just want to get the fuck out of here.

I don’t blame him for reacting this way ; he’s American, what do they know about ghosts with a country as young as theirs? What does he know about the eerie things living in the moors. He probably would want to paint them or something.

He lays his ice-cold hand on me, making me shriek, and then he tells me he’s got something he just must do and it will all be good then. I know I won’t be able to stop him if he’s determined, so when he climbs out of bed I follow him reluctantly. I am not staying behind alone.

We dress and I swear as I see him grabbing a spade. I hate to think what he needs that for.

“Well, Sean!” he says, when we step out of the door.

“Well what?” Like I planned this, I think.

No, we need to go to the well. There’s ... something there we need to retrieve.”

“Retrieve? You mean like digging up? Is that what you need that spade for? Vig tell me it’s not a body! Vig... ?”

He doesn’t answer and we struggle against the wind, so I just stop asking. It’s cold and feels hostile.

Why haven’t I booked us a nice suite in the Ritz or Claridges?

 

~Viggo~

 

So Sean and I bend against the wind and follow the beam from the flashlight, as we skirt the cottage and head for the back yard. I don’t even have to search, as I instinctively find the old well, covered by a rotted wooden lid and partially overgrown with ivy. There is a rusty chain still in place and I shine the light down into the depths.

 

“Hold this, Sean, I need to go down there !”

 

I thrust the flashlight into his hands and see his horrified expression, ghoulishly lit from below. He grabs my arm to try and stop me, but I shake him off and fix him with my most penetrating look, as I start to climb over the crumbling brick wall.

 

“Please, Sean. I need to do this. It will be ok.  Trust me. Just point this down there and hang on to the chain for me.”

 

His face is drained of all colour and his fear for me is palpable, so I grab his face and kiss him hard.

 

“Love you,” I say, then I grip the chain and lower myself into the darkness.

 

I thank my lucky stars that I have always been agile and have kept myself pretty fit over the years, so although the climb down is not easy, it’s nothing I can’t handle.

 

Sean’s practical sense has taken over and he is holding the beam steady for me. I also trust that he has the chain firmly and won’t let me fall.

 

I reach the bottom, which is dry now, although I hear water running underground. Half buried in the sandy soil, I see something white shining in the beam of the flashlight.

Sean’s voice comes eerily down to me, bouncing off the walls,

 

“Vig, can you see anything “

 

“Yes,” I shout back, as I gently brush the earth from the tiny skeleton and tenderly put it inside my jacket. ”Coming back up, Sean. Hold the chain steady.”

 

~Sean~

He seems to know exactly where he’s going and I am right behind him. He heads for the back yard, and I am astonished to see there actually is an old well. There’s a chain still dangling and he pushes the flashlight in my hand, obviously planning to go down there.

He must be out of his mind : apart from all these spooky things happening, this seems down right dangerous. He starts climbing over the stone wall, I can only think of losing him and forget all the fears I had for my own safety, even though he assures me he will be all right.

He tells me to point the light down and hold on to the chain. I must look devastated, because he grabs my face and kisses me, telling me he loves me and then he goes down. The only thing I can do now is hold the chain to protect him from falling down and I will.

I am very relieved when he shouts from below he’s coming back up, hoping this nightmare will soon be over now. I tighten my grip on the chain and slowly he makes his way up again. I help him onto solid ground, clinging to him.

Then I become aware he’s got something in his jacket.

“What’s that you’ve got there Vig? What did you find?”

I can’t help but stare, when he slowly opens his jacket and shows me the little skeleton.

A baby!

 

~Viggo~

 

I carefully carry my pitiful little burden and head for the field at the back of the cottage, Sean lighting the way and bringing the spade.

 

Once there, I follow my instincts again and lead him towards an area below an old dry-stone wall, where there are four small mounds, covered in moss.

 

“These are her brothers and sisters, Sean. She needs to be laid to rest beside them. “ I go to take the spade, but Sean takes it from me and begins to dig, placing the flashlight on the ground.

 

“But Vig, whatever happened here and why are there children buried in a field, for God’s sake ? Shouldn’t we be calling the police ?”

 

“ I don’t know exactly, Sean, except that it happened more than a hundred years ago and the other children’s spirits can’t rest until their sister is with them.”

 

Sean nods and continues digging, until we have a grave to lay the baby in, beside her siblings. I place her there, reverently, then take the spade from Sean and fill the hole in, so that now there is another small mound beside the others.

 

I look up, when the job is completed, to find that Sean has made a wreath from the ivy trailing down the wall and he lays it on the sad mound. For me, this is a typically tender Sean gesture and one which might surprise people who buy his tough guy image, but not me. We stand for a moment, thinking of our own children, aware that we will never know what terrible tragedy caused the deaths of these children and why they have lain here, forgotten for all these long years.

 

Then, he picks up the lamp and takes my hand, pulling me in for a gentle kiss, before leading me back to the cottage.

 

When we approach, we see that the lights are back on and when we enter, the fire is roaring away cheerfully on the hearth, while the candles are burning again. We smile at each other, completely unsurprised.

 

“Feel better about this place now, Sean ? Are you ready to come back to bed with me ?”

 

~Sean~

We’re lovers, but we are both fathers too, and it’s so sad to see. Momentarily speechless I follow Vig to the field behind the cottage, lighting the way. Without hesitating he leads me to an old wall.

He tells me here are the graves of the baby's brothers and sisters and she should be buried next to them. I take the spade from him and begin to dig, even though I feel like we should call the police. God knows what has happened here.

But Vig tells me this happened more then a hundred years ago, and since he was right in all the other things, I believe him. We lay the poor child in the grave and Vig fills it up. I make a small wreath of ivy and place it on the little grave. It somehow seems wrong not to do so. We stand there a while until I kiss him and we walk back to the cottage.

The lights are on again, the fire is burning in the fireplace and even the candles  are burning again. There’s no more chill in the air : whatever was there is gone and rests in peace now, thanks to my lover. We smile at each other.

“Feel better about this place now, Sean ? Are you ready to come back to bed with me ?”

It is tempting to just pull him down to the hearth rug again, feel the heat of the flames on our body, but when I think about that four poster bed I grab his hand and pull him with me to the bedroom. We undress hurriedly and dive under the covers to get warm.

This time he clearly takes the lead and I am happy he does, I feel no urge to fight it. He pushes me on my back, his hands stroking me while his mouth descends on me. Feeling warm all over now, I am trembling with need and when his hands spread my legs, I open up for him.

“I want you, Vig.”

 

~Viggo~

 

So now that the ghostly presences have gone from the cottage, it feels warm and safe. Sean has regained his enthusiasm and practically drags me to the bedroom, where the four-poster is waiting temptingly.

 

Our roles have changed and Sean is now letting me take control, but I resist the urge to think too much about  the reason for his change of mind, although I know it is related to what happened here tonight. I know I have a tendency to over-analyse and right now, all I want is to wrap myself around him and lose myself in him.

 

I push him back and worship him with my hands and mouth, until neither of us can take any more anticipation.

 

Sean is trembling in my arms and I pull the pillow under him and spread his legs, reaching for the lube as I do.

 

He is moaning his need to me, as he relaxes his body to my slicked and probing fingers.

 

I push into his welcoming heat and we both groan at the slow glide, but soon we are joined as close physically as we are in heart and spirit and we rock together rhythmically, Sean’s rigid cock sandwiched between us and mine buried to the hilt in his body.

 

We each have our hands round each other’s shoulders and our mouths meet in a passionate kiss, as we spiral steadily to our mutual climax.

 

Finally, we come together, howling at the moon like a pair of rutting wolves, then we cling together, panting and slightly dizzy from the storm that has passed through us.

 

Sean grins at me, as I trace his lips with my finger in the afterglow.

 

“That were grand, Vig an’ we certainly exorcised anything that might still have been hangin’ around here !”

 

“We did, Sean and in future, the only things that will go bump in the night, will be your bits against my bits, I promise you !”

 

 

 

THE END

 

Comments

[alex-quine.livejournal.com]

Glad to see the spirits laid to rest - and I somehow think the managements of London's top hotels would prefer the howling wolves to remain in their isolated cottage. Thanks for posting.

[mooms.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading and commenting ! I expect those hotels are used to worse from visiting rock bands, but the howling does seem more appropriate for the moors !

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

This was a fun Halloween treat. I loved the touch of Sean making a wreath for the grave. Very sweet.

[slashorama.livejournal.com]

That was great. I knew Viggo was a man of many talents but I didn't know he was a "ghost whisperer." I especially loved this bit:

I look up, when the job is completed, to find that Sean has made a wreath from the ivy trailing down the wall and he lays it on the sad mound. For me, this is a typically tender Sean gesture and one which might surprise people who buy his tough guy image, but not me. We stand for a moment, thinking of our own children, aware that we will never know what terrible tragedy caused the deaths of these children and why they have lain here, forgotten for all these long years.

Then, he picks up the lamp and takes my hand, pulling me in for a gentle kiss, before leading me back to the cottage.

That was such a touching and tender moment.

[rotpunkt.livejournal.com]

I simply love the way you two combine humour and good characterisation every time!

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"For me, this is a typically tender Sean gesture and one which might surprise people who buy his tough guy image, but not me."

That was very telling . . . no matter how frightened he'd been, Sean still had room for such a gesture, thinking of others.

Wonderful closing line!!

Thank you so much for sharing this with us - it was most inventive and a lovely tale for the time of year.