The day had been excrutiatingly long and tiresome. Once back in his own clothes, Sean had but one desire. Sleep. Having said goodnight to the rest, he strolled homewards. A few yards from the front door he stopped, feeling watchful eyes on him.
"Good grief, Viggo... Are you stalking me now?"
He got a slight chuckle in return. "Maybe I am."
The taller man ducked out from the shadows, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. "I've been waiting for you."
Sean kept still, awaiting. "What do you want now?"
Viggo didn't reply at first, gaze raking over Sean's lean body. "You."
"That's an original answer." Sean rolled his eyes.
The older man shrugged. "That's what I want. So... I came to tell you to pack up some stuff and come back to my place."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Sean stared back at him. "And why would I do that?"
"Because I want you to?" Viggo smiled. "Don't argue with me, my dear. I'm too tired."
After thinking it over Sean decided that he was too tired to argue himself. "Fair enough," he gave in at the end. "After all, you've been good all afternoon..."
Viggo raised a dark eyebrow. "Getting an attitude, Sean? Doesn't become you."
Fighting a silly urge to stick his tongue out at Viggo, Sean pressed his lips together. "Give me five minutes."
"I'll be waiting," Viggo promised.
The morning was still a few hours away. Waking slowly, Sean stretched a bit, finding himself on top of Viggo, head resting on the older man's chest.
Viggo had sensed that he was awake.
"You fell asleep right away, you must have been exhausted. I was afraid you found the company too boring."
Resting his cheek on Viggo's chest, still comfortably sleepy, Sean smiled a little in spite of all. "Oh no. I had actually planned to wait until you were asleep and then kill you in your sleep."
A large, warm hand sifted through his hair. "Still as feisty, I hear. You could do a lot worse than me, my darling." The hand curled around Sean's neck. "Perhaps you want me to show you how much worse."
The touch made Sean shudder slightly. "No," he whispered, feeling the grip loosen.
"I didn't think so either," Viggo calmly replied. "Go back to sleep, Sean."
Sean closed his eyes, only to open them a little while later. "I'm not tired anymore," he admitted, tracing patterns on the sheet next to them.
"Poor baby," Viggo mused. "Ok, then," he sat up a little, taking Sean with him. "Let's see if we can't make you sleepy again."
Keeping his eyes downcast, Sean shook his head. "I didn't mean it like that." I didn't mean it as an invitation, he had meant to say, but the words came out a little different than he had planned.
"I know." Viggo kissed him gently on the lips. "And I don't care. Are you going to start arguing with me again? I'm really not in the mood."
Wriggling out of Viggo's reach, Sean found himself on the edge of the bed. "Not tonight, Viggo. I don't want to do this tonight."
The darkhaired man watched him in silence for a second, then moved like a striking snake. A second later he was pressing Sean down into the bed, capturing his wrists in his own hands.
"Guess what," Viggo whispered, eyes shining. "I still don't care." Sitting up, he straddled the younger man's hips. He kept holding Sean's wrists, studying them.
"I can almost hold both your wrists in one hand," he commented. "So delicate and fragile. I like that."
Splaying his hand out over Sean's, the difference in size made a smile appear on his face. Sean took advantage of Viggo's lack of concentration and withdrew his hands.
"I mean it, Viggo. I don't want this tonight." Studying the darker man to try and figure out his current mood, it bothered Sean a great deal that he wasn't able to read the other man at all.
A warm mouth was attached to his chest, lightly sucking and licking the exposed skin. "You're a hard man to please, Sean," Viggo murmured. Casually dragging his tongue across Sean's chest, flicking over a nipple, he had to laugh at Sean's sudden intake of breath. He brushed his hand down the younger man's side, letting it come to rest on a slim hip. Aiming to let his lips follow, he caught Sean squirming away.
Pretending to be terribly offended, Viggo rolled off of him, staring up at the ceiling. He fumbled over the nightstand for a cigarette and his lighter.
The small flame flickered briefly up as Viggo lit his cigarette, then he laid back again. Keeping his silence, he noted with glee his companion's uncertainty.
Not sure what to make of Viggo's sudden change of mood, Sean turned to his side, quietly contemplating getting dressed and go back to the refuge of his own place. It was just that he wasn't sure that Viggo would let him leave. Behind him he heard Viggo inhale and then release a thin cloud of smoke.
Smiling to himself, Viggo watched the glowing tip of the cigarette. Lifting the cigarette again, he pressed it to Sean's bare shoulder, making the other bolt upright, shying away forcefully.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the blonde snarled, clutching his shoulder. "That hurt, you insane fuck!" Green eyes were blazing.
"Just a little lesson," Viggo innocently told him. "Never turn your back on me. Unless, of course," he kissed Sean's unharmed shoulder, "I want you to."
Snuffing out the cigarette on the ash trey next to the bed, Viggo turned back to Sean with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Sean moved backwards, not able to let go of the darker man with his eyes. Before he could say anything, Viggo had taken hold of him and dragged him in close. With a bright smile he pushed the younger man down on his back.
"Do you know how pretty you look when you're mad? Eyes all aflame... Almost as pretty as when you're scared..." Leaning in for a quick kiss, Viggo used his weight to keep the smaller man down. "Save your strength, sweetheart. You're going to need it later."
Brushing his lips over Sean's cheek, he whispered softly in his ear. "But you like it this way, don't you? Part angel, part devil... I haven't decided yet if it's the angel that's disguised as a demon or the other way around. You were made to be dominated, my darling. Struggle as much as you want, you know it's right."
It seemed that the heat from the cigarette glow had moved into Sean's blood, his whole body, floating in caramel-thick waves all through him.
The grip that was meant to push the other away with, changed as Sean's fingers seemed to curl around Viggo's biceps all on their own. He could hear a low chuckle coming from Viggo, but couldn't bring himself to care anymore as his mouth was caught in a searing kiss.
"That's my boy," Viggo whispered, dragging his lips over Sean's throat. "That's my beautiful, pretty boy..." Finding the pulsepoint he bit gently down, at the same time sliding his leg inbetween Sean's.
Sean's hands had moved upwards, his arms hooking around Viggo's neck. To the older man's surprise he was pulled down into a feverishly hot kiss, coating his usual teasing movements in reckless urgency.
The world was rapidly becoming a swirling vortex of emotions. Undressing each other, fighting with stubborn items of clothing, not a word were spoken between them.
Every other reason laid aside for now, it all came down to instinct; basic, raw need. Hands and lips moved over sweatslicked skin, making the fire grow and spiral out of control. Pain took second seat to lust, the stings and scrapes only heightening the white-hot passion. Letting their bodies be joined, Viggo didn't even feel Sean's fingernails dig into his back, drawing blood. Flames licked over them, scorching hot and sweet.
Then the world splintered into a thousand shattered pieces, driving the both of them down into a dark, frenzied storm of pleasure. Tearing deep into both men, it left them shaking, breathing hard, exhausted.
The room was quiet for a while. Viggo moved away, laying on his back next to Sean who curled up on his side, facing away from Viggo.
"I have decided what you are now." Viggo's voice was heavy and content. "You're a little devil, sent here to tempt me." He ran his hand down Sean's warm, damp back, making the other flinch.
"Don't touch me. Just...don't."
The words made Viggo laugh. "It's never fun to fall from your own pedestall, is it? Don't worry, pet. It'll be our secret." Rolling over to his side, he pulled the younger man closer. "You did great."
Sean's voice was low and tense. "I told you not to touch me."
"Then why aren't you moving away?" Viggo asked, combing through blonde hair. Kissing Sean's neck and shoulders, there was a taste of salt on his lips. "Or are you afraid of me now? You are trembling."
Studying Sean's face, he touched the younger man's lips, running a finger over the reopened cut.
"You bit your lip...it's bleeding."
Bringing them closer together. Viggo gently licked the blood away. "Don't be afraid, my darling." His hands coaxed tence muscles into relaxation. Carefully he pulled the other closer, arranging them comfortably resting against each other. Murmuring quiet words of comfort, he ran his hand slowly over Sean's back.
"I don't like this," Sean's voice reached him, it sounded strained, weary.
"I know you don't," Viggo replied. "Just enjoy it while it lasts, pet."
"I don't like you being this nice to me all of a sudden," the other continued. "It's confusing. I prefer you being mean...at least then I know where I have you." To Sean's own dismay, the tears that had been forming in his eyes were spilling, without a sound. He knew Viggo knew about them, as the darkhaired man was gently kissing the tears away. But he never mentioned them at all, for which Sean was grateful.
"Try and get some sleep," Viggo's voice came back, setting an end to the discussion. "We have a busy day tomorrow." The room fell quiet again. Sean waited until he was absolutely sure that Viggo was sound asleep, then he carefully slipped out of the older man's hold and got out of the bed. Quickly dressing, he made it all the way to his own house before his legs cave clean out from under him and sent him to the floor, leaning saggedly against the wall in the hallway.
The darkness and silence in here felt soothing. Hugging his knees to his chest, Sean couldn't stop thinking about what had taken place between Viggo and him. He had felt like a man possessed at the time, strangely distanced from the real world...and he couldn't deny that he had liked it. How much he wanted to blame this on the darker man, he couldn't, not solely. Even if he couldn't see it in the lack of light, he knew his fingertips and nails were smeared with blood drops, after digging his nails into Viggo's shoulders and back. He had never given up control that completely before, never felt passion, albeit mixed with rage, to that fathom before.
Resting his head on his arms, Sean closed his eyes. He had a feeling he had just managed to get himself a whole new deal of trouble.
He must had fallen asleep in the hallway, because the next time Sean looked up, it was morning and light outside. Scrambling to his feet, he rushed to the bathroom to get ready, not needing more attention drawn to him for being late. Checking the clock, he slowed down some, realising that he hadn't overslept as much he feared.
A quick shower later he pulled on a pair of comfortable, faded jeans and a white T-shirt. Finishing up in the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom, trying to locate some socks and a pair of sneakers. A drop of water ran from his still wet hair down under the collar of his T-shirt and down his spine. The sound of a voice behind him suddenly turned the drop into ice water.
"You keep running away from me, sweetheart."
Spinning around, Sean saw Viggo in the doorway, something long and black in his hands. As the other man came closer he saw that it was a single black stocking.
"Something you haven't told me yet, Viggo?" he softly inquired, taking a step back just in case.
"Oh this?" Viggo studied the stocking. "Nylon." He smiled. "Don't you know what they say about nylon, Shawn? It doesn't leave a mark. Quite...convenient." Walking towards Sean who drew back, it was easy for him in the end to push the blonde down on the bed. Following he rolled the other to his stomach and planted a knee in the small of Sean's back.
"See, you've been a bad boy, my dear..." With alarming ease he bound Sean's wrists together and fastened them to the brass headbord. "And I have to do something about that." Pressing his knee deeper, he smiled at the sound of a pained gasp. Before he moved he let his hand slide over the back of Sean's neck, then he gripped the neckline of the T-shirt in both hands. Tearing it in two, he left the younger man's back naked and bare.
Then he stood up, reaching for his belt. Slowly Viggo undid the belt buckle, pulling the leather belt free of the belt loops and rolled one end around his right hand.
"I've got to teach you to not run away from me again."