The room was still dark when he woke up. Finding himself enveloped in strong arms, Sean froze.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up," Viggo commented. "But I do like to watch you sleep." He let Sean sit up without protests, the younger man feeling his gaze upon him as solid as if Viggo was touching him.
"At least that's over then," Sean quietly said, moving to the side of the bed. The feel of a fingertip sliding down his spine made him shudder.
"Actually," Viggo started. "I think I've changed my mind. I am going to keep you."
Crossing his arms over his chest, hugging himself, Sean kept his head bowed. "No. You promised, Viggo. One night."
"I lied," a warm voice whispered in his ear. "Your own fault, really. You taste too good." Viggo slowly and methodically kissed his way from Sean's ear down over his naked shoulder. "I'd be a fool to give up something this good," he happily sighed.
The younger man shook his head. "No. I am not letting you do this to me again. It's over."
"Far from it. Don't forget who is making the rules here, my dear. And it can't have been all bad," there was a humourous tone in Viggo's voice. "I seem to recall you coming apart beautifully under my tongue."
Slipping out of Viggo's hold, Sean quickly retrieved his clothes and got dressed. He was avoiding the darker man's eyes, pausing for a second standing next to the bed. Looking like he wanted to say something else, in the end he left, leaving Viggo alone in the bedroom.
First when he closed the frontdoor after him, did Sean stop, taking a deep breath. He was surprised to see that the sun was starting to come up. It would be light soon. Which also meant that the camera crew would be starting to prepare the day's scenes shortly. The last thing he needed right now was for someone to see him and ask what he was doing in Viggo's house in the middle of the night.
Back in his own house, Sean felt himself start to relax a little. Not bothering to put on any light, he walked straight into the bathroom. His clothes ended up in the garbage bin as he stepped into the showerbooth, hoping that the warm water would help ease his troubled thoughts as well as sore muscles.
It was a beautiful day. Idly wondering he had left his sunglasses, Viggo was walking down to the costume trailer. The set was already buzzing with activity.
About to enter the trailer to start the transformation into Aragorn again, Viggo was approached by Peter.
"Looks like you're going to have the morning off, Viggo. Sean just called in sick."
"Did he now."
The director sent him a measuring look. "I know that a lot of you were hitting the bars last night... You're all grown ups, I trust you to stay out of trouble and mind your work."
"Of course," Viggo agreed, shifting a little. "I think I'm going to go see Sean, hear how he's doing..."
As out of nothing Billy materialized next to him. "I'll go."
Viggo had to supress as smile at the glare he received when Peter interupted them, reminding Billy that he had a scene to shoot and would not under any circumstances be going anywhere else.
"Don't worry," he said, leaning closer to the shorter man so that Peter wouldn't hear him. "I'll make sure Sean is ok." Huming to himself he straightened up again and starting walking towards Sean's house. It certainly was a beautiful day.
He didn't turn to see Billy looking after him with a worried expression. The young Scot was too deep in thoughts to see Dom before the other was standing right next to him.
"Something wrong, Bill? You look worried."
"I don't know," Billy said in the end. "Something's definetely off. Sean's just called in sick and Viggo looks like the cat that ate the canary. I wonder what happened after they left last night."
Seeing Dom's face, he smiled. "I'm sure it's nothing, Dommie. I'll stop by Sean later. Now we need to get to makeup before Peter demands our hobbit heads on a plate."
Not bothering to knock, Viggo pushed the door open. After entering the hallway, he called Sean's name.
The answer came immedeately. "Go away."
Viggo smiled. "You really should start locking your door, dearest. You never know just who might enter.." Kicking the door shut behind him, he walked in the direction of the other's voice.
Sean was standing on the veranda in the back, he didn't turn to face the older man as Viggo approached him.
"What has gotten into you now then?" Viggo wondered. "I know you're not sick, as you told Peter. I thought I made it clear for you last night that you really shouldn't do things like this..." He watched Sean's hands curled around the bannister with interest. "Be careful, sweetheart, or you are going to break the railing."
Letting go, Sean finally turned to Viggo. The darkhaired man was about to speak, but stopped when he saw the vivid bruise ordaining the younger man's face. It started over his cheekbone, right under the eye and continued all the way down to the left corner of Sean's mouth.
Viggo carefully touched it. "That must have hurt bad. You really should put some ice on it."
Without a word Sean pointed to the table by the door where an ice pack was laying.
Meeting Viggo's eyes, he asked: "I assume you're not here to admire your handy work? Please say whatever it is you're going to say, and then leave me alone." He brushed past Viggo, going back inside the house, picking up the ice pack on the way. Viggo followed.
"I came to see how you were doing," Viggo replied, the concern seemingly real in his voice.
"Yeah. Right," Sean mumbled, dropping the ice in the kitchen sink. Having laid out in the sun, the ice was half melted by now. Sean paused, knowing that he needed to fix another one if he should have any hope of reducing the mark till the next day. Glancing up, he found Viggo looking back at him.
"You still here? Go away."
"This is starting to get old." Viggo shook his head. Coming closer, he continued. "You brought this on yourself, Shawn, so don't take it out on me. You behave yourself and be a good boy, and I won't have to do that again." Blue eyes scanned the bruise on Sean's face. "Although I should have been more careful myself, I didn't know that you bruise so easily. I'll have to keep that in mind."
Staring at the older man with a look of disbelief, Sean decided that he had finally had it. Curling his hand into a fist, he punched the darker man right in the face, sending him stumbling backwards.
The room was dead quiet.
As calmly as ever Viggo touched his fingers to his nose. "You throw a good punch," he observed. Twin rivers of blood made their slow way from his nose, dripping over his lips.
"Oh my God," Sean softly said, finding his voice again. "I didn't... I mean..." Seeing the ice on the sink, he offered: "Do you need some ice for that?"
Viggo was smiling. "No thank you, dear. I think you need it more than I do." Pulling Sean closer, he wiped some blood of his chin. Small smile ever present, he leaned in and kissed the other, slowly and sensually, smearing the blood over Sean's mouth as well.
Breaking the kiss, he fondly patted the blonde on the behind. "Go wash your face. We are going back to the set."
"But..." Sean stopped, unsure of how to ask. "What about...?"
"Let's see." Viggo thought for a minute. "After we left the bar, you and I decided that to go and practice our...fencing techniques. Of course, the both of us being rather drunk at the time, accidents were waiting to happen. And therefor...I accidentally hit you with the hilt of my sword."
"Peter will never fall for that," Sean objected, frowning. "Neither will Bob..." His voice was cut short by Viggo's hand on his face, fingers digging into the bruised flesh.
"Go wash your face," Viggo mildly said. "I'll wait for you outside."
He hadn't actually expected that Sean would do as he said, but the younger man simply turned and walked towards the bathroom. Seeing the door close behind him, Viggo sighed and grabbed some paper towels to wipe the blood of his own face.
Explaining what had happened to Peter, or rather what Viggo had instructed him to say, took less of a time than Sean would have thought. It was clear that the director didn't believe him, but he took pity on the distressed, younger man and let it go.
"Go over to makeup," he finally told Sean. "See what they can do about your face. And tell Viggo that I want to see him too."
"I'm right here," Viggo said, appearing at Sean's side. Sean took his opportunity and fled.
Stopping by the costume trailer to pick up his costume, he stopped suddenly at the sight of a white, fragile flower pinned to the dark red tunic.
A voice behind him nearly made him jump through the roof.
"I'm sorry," one of the wardrobe assistents chuckled. "Didn't know you to be of the jumpy kind, Sean. I was just admiring the orchid. It's quite rare, you know. Has an interesting story too..."
Taking the other's silence as a sign of interest, she went on. "It was used as a way of claiming someone. A young man would fasten it in a young girl's hair or on her dress...showing that he had claimed her for his own. Apparentely it was a powerful sign, telling everyone else to back off. And it also, of course, told the girl of the young man's desire for her."
The brunette smiled again. "Seems like you got yourself an admirer here." Her brown eyes were sparkling. "It wasn't me though, although the idea is good..."
Carefully, as if he was afraid to touch it, Sean plucked the flower away from the tunic with hands that were slightly shaking. "Here," he said, giving the woman he for the life of him couldn't the remember the name of, the orchid. "I think I know who placed it there. You take it. I don't want it."
She turned the stem around in her hands. "Oh no, I couldn't do that. It was meant for you." Looking at him again, she smiled. "Tell you what. I'll keep it for you. It's too beautiful to just throw away."
Sean would have agreed to anything as long as it was gone. Telling the woman goodbye, once more trying to remember her name, he left the trailer. Soft steps fell in rhytm with his own and Sean didn't even have to look up to see who was walking next to him.
"You already have my body," he complained, "why do you have to keep messing with my mind as well?"
"Because I want all of you," Viggo replied, voice low and intense. "Every last bit of you, every thought, dream, fantasy...everything." A kiss was pressed to the base of Sean's neck. "And I never stop before I have what I want."
Viggo left him before they reached the makeup trailer. Stepping inside Sean was greeted by Ian McKellen getting prepped for the same shot. Apparentely the news about Viggo and him was already out as the older man merely winced at the sight of Sean's face. "Ouch."
"Ouch indeed," Sean dryly replied, sitting down in one of the chairs.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" Louis, one of the makeup artists sighed. Big, brown eyes watched Sean who offered a small smile back.
"Cover it up?"
"Cover it up, he says." Louis had turned to Ian. "As if it is simply an act of covering... Oh no..." Mumbling to himself he fetched some small jars and tubes and went to work. Probing the left side of Sean's face too hard, the blonde squirmed in his chair.
"Oh sit still," Louis admonished. "Serves you right, it does."
Ian was laughing. "Give the poor man a break, Louis. I am sure he didn't do it on purpose."
Straigthening up, Louis studied Sean. "No, I guess not. Well, I am done."
Sean met his own eyes in the mirror, happy to see the bruise gone even if he know it was still there. At least they were filming another fight scene today, and he could work out some pent-up energy and aggression.
The door to the trailer opened and closed again.
Billy, already in his hobbit costume plopped down in the chair next to Sean. With the long, curly wig he looked about half his age. Ian walked past them, off to get his own costume.
"You know," Billy started. "I heard what happened, you and Viggo. And I have to say..it's strange."
"Strange?" Sean answered, tensely. "How come?"
Billy looked serious for once. "When you left the bar last night, you were practically sober. And you've been sword fighting since forever. How did Viggo manage to hit you like that?"
"I let my guard down," Sean answered truthfully. "He got too close... Just leave it, Billy. It's ok."
"You never told me what happened before you left the bar. Why your lip was bleeding."
"Nothing happened." Sean was deliberatedly looking away from Billy. "I've got to go. See you at the shoot."
"Yeah," Billy replied, watching Sean get out of his chair. "See you."
Sometimes Ian was sure they had adorned him with the enormous beard just to piss him off. Not to mention the hair. He had to make sure Gandalf would invent hairbands at some point during the movies.
Waiting for the lighting crew to finish, he sat down next to Viggo. They younger man greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, Ian."
"Good morning," Ian replied. "I just saw Sean back there. At the look of his face I should think you've both learnt not to play with sharp objects anymore."
"We've learnt our lesson," Viggo promised.
Ian studied him. "I know I'm no wizard in the real world, but you don't get hit with something and end up looking like Sean. That's the way you end up looking of someone hits you in the face, that someone using their hand and nothing else... What do you think of that. Viggo?"
There was a slight pause before Viggo smiled again. "I think you are right, Ian. You're definetely no wizard..."