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Smack the Dog	By : Foofy Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 6509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Smack the Dog
Type: RPS
Author: Foofy
Pairing: SB/VM/OB
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Never happened. Charactare are not an accurate representation of the actors in any way, shape or form, and are not making a statement on actual sexual preferences. In short, it's all lies.
Warnings: Contains BDSM and possible non-consensual sexual situations. Fluffy fans beware.
Description: Viggo and Orli have a thing going, and intend to get Sean involved up to the brink.

Chapter One

It was raining outside. No, this was an understatement; it was pouring down outside. From his vantage point in his trailer, Sean could see that the rain had reached such proportions that it looked like a sheet of rain, effectively cutting off his view with the efficiency of a thick fog. However he could cope with this, he thought as he started to boil the kettle. With a few weeks rest after a hard time shooting, he could put up with one of nature's temper tantrums for a few days.

The kettle bubbled in the corner, clicking as it switched itself off. As Sean gave the room a quick search to see if he could locate a clean mug anywhere, something behind him suddenly caught his eye. He glanced over his shoulder in confusion.

" Viggo?" he said. " I didn't hear you come in," And it�s customary to knock beforehand, he added to himself. Shrugging to himself, Sean started to scan for another mug, only pausing to look back at Viggo when there was no response from him.

Viggo had not moved from his position by the door. Water droplets dripped off his shoulder length hair, making quite a pool on the floor. His shirt was soaked through from the rain. Sean frowned at him.

" Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Again Viggo said nothing, just looked at him with a steady gaze. Sean noticed the black rucksack that was hanging over one of his shoulders, and the fact that Viggo still had his sword attached to his belt. Mind you, this was nothing new. He was probably going to practise fighting in adverse weather conditions or something, concluded Sean.

" Look, I can lend you a shirt or something," he offered, watching with distaste at the growing pool on his floor. " That can't be comfortable."

Still nothing. Sean began to get slightly worried.

" You sure you're okay?" he repeated. " Do you want to talk or something?" Gesturing to one of the chairs, Sean moved off to make the coffee. However, a click behind him drew his attention again. Puzzled, Sean looked back at where Viggo was moving away from the door. The key in his hand managed to glint from his palm before he slipped it into a jean pocket.

Sean stared at him, mug in hand forgotten, then at the locked door as if he was trying to work out a particularly difficult problem. He placed the mug on the side, and turned back to face Viggo, blue-green eyes narrowing.

" What is the matter?" he repeated. " Why on earth have you locked the door?"

Viggo gave him a warm smile, and moved towards him slowly. Inexplicably, Sean began to feel apprehensive, as if a tiger had suddenly strolled towards him and was now bearing down on him with its tail twitching. But that was ridiculous. Viggo was his friend.

Finally, the dark-haired man stopped a few short paces away from where Sean was standing. Sean was given another warm, yet scarily cold smile. He could feel the blue eyes boring on him, and began to feel extremely uncomfortable. Never before had he been so aware of the physical strength of the man in front of him, and it was not an experience that Sean desperately wanted to repeat.

Sean gave a nervous smile. " Have I done something?" he tried. Viggo still said nothing, just looked at him with the icy blue gaze.

" For god's sake, Viggo, you're scaring me. Now, what is the matter?" Sean blurted out, trying to ignore the increasing feelings that he should back away from the silent and solemn figure in the room.

Viggo finally spoke. It was soft, so soft that Sean almost had to strain to hear him properly.

" Take off your shirt,"

Sean blinked in surprise and confusion.

" What?" he said in bewilderment. Viggo's eyes narrowed, and the icy stare managed to increase in intensity.

" Take off your shirt," repeated Viggo, again in that soft voice. However, there was no mistaking the menace behind the words. " I won't ask you again,"

Sean stared at him with a mixture of confusion and an increasing amount of anger.
" No," he replied firmly. " I won't. What the hell is going-"

He paused in shock as he watched Viggo slowly and deliberately draw the sword from the scabbard, never taking his eyes off Sean. Sean's eyes widened in shock, and backed off, the fact that there was little to back away to preying heavily on his mind.

" Look," he tried desperately. " We can talk this over,"

Viggo did not reply. The sword's tip was now pointing in Sean's direction, unwavering.
This has got to be a joke, thought Sean desperately. Someone just wants to scare the shit out of me.

Viggo slowly followed Sean, sword a constant threat between them. He could see the indecisiveness and mounting panic in the younger man's eyes as he moved closer, but he could also feel the growing sense of anger and stubbornness grow between them. This was a fight or flight situation. Even if Sean had somewhere to run to, Viggo could rely on the man to turn and fight. The situation merely confirmed the action that needed to be done.

Sean no longer cared whether it was a joke or not. It was a sodding shirt for christ's sake, he thought to himself, and started to slowly unbutton the top. He could see Viggo give a slow smile as he watched Sean's fumbling attempts to loosen the shirt, but did not stop moving towards him.

Sean backed away as the sword grew ever closer, trying to unbutton the shirt faster. Whoever was behind this was going to pay, he thought grimly. The next thing he knew was that he was falling to the floor, after tripping over some books he had left lying near a chair. He gave a cry of pain as he crashed heavily into something hard, presumably the small wooden table that was nearby. Pain flared up in his side from where the table edge had dug into him.

Viggo had stopped walking towards him. However, as Sean slowly opened his eyes, wincing, he noticed the fact that this injury had not stopped the predatory look on Viggo's face. Viggo did not attempt to help, or ask whether he was badly hurt. He simply stood there, watching him, sword still in hand.

Sean watched as Viggo's eyes travelled from Sean's face down to his half-unbuttoned shirt and back again. The order was unmistakably there as if he had shouted it. Desperately, Sean undid the rest of the buttons, fumbling in his haste, and stripped the garment off himself, panting heavily in shock and pain.

Viggo smiled again, a slow, satisfied expression, and nodded his approval.

" Get up," he said.

Hurriedly, Sean got to his feet. Viggo eyed with interest the growing red mark on Sean's side where he had hit the table, but said nothing about it. Kicking the books away with a foot, Viggo approached him. Having nowhere to back away to, Sean stood his ground. He could feel the edge of tab table against the back of his thighs, taunting him with the knowledge that there was nowhere to run; nowhere except through the man in front of him.

Sean visibly stiffened as Viggo lifted his hand and ran it down Sean's chest in an appraising manner. Sean had to stifle a groan of pain as the injured area was reached, but this seemed not to deter Viggo's exploration. Satisfied, Viggo nodded, turned, and took a couple of steps away. Sean's posture lost some of the ramrod straightness, although the nervous tension was palatable in the air.

Without turning, Viggo stopped. " Take off your pants," came the order.

" Fuck off," snapped Sean angrily. His anger did not lessen with the sight of Viggo turning to face him again, the cold look back in his eyes; there was only so much of this Sean was willing to put up with. Sean took a threatening step towards Viggo, eyes narrowed, fury etched on his face.

" You can't do this to me, Viggo," he snarled.

Viggo seemed neither worried nor surprised by this situation. Sean did not notice the tightening grip on the sword hilt, focusing on simply reaching his tormentor. Suddenly, the sword swung out, ripping the jeans in the swing. Sean felt a light trickle of blood run from a cut on his upper thigh, and stared down at his leg as if in wonder. His shocked and angry face turned back to Viggo, who simply smiled at him.

" Do as I say," he repeated. " Take off-"

Viggo dodged the punch that Sean had aimed at his face, and grabbed Sean's shoulder as he was off balance, shoving him down to the floor. Sean managed to stay upright until Viggo added his body weight to the equation, and they both crashed to the floor. Sean tried to scramble to a better position, but Vigook ook a swing at him, managing him to catch him on his injured side. Sean gave a hiss of pain as the blow connected, and lost his speed. Viggo, being the larger and uninjured man, managed to crush Sean to the floor on his back. Sean froze as he found the sword hilt resting on his throat, with Viggo casually looking down at him.

" That was stupid," Viggo commented, his voice light and uninterested. Sean stared up at him, his anger still not abated.

" Let me go! You can't-" Sean choked as the sword hilt pressed onto his throat, and stared up at Viggo in growing panic as his ability to breathe was compromised. Viggo smiled at the wide, fear filled eyes that stared up at him, desperately pleading. He adjusted his weight as Sean desperately struggled to escape from his hold, freezing again when the pressure increased.

" Please remember," said Viggo to the terrified man underneath him. " That you do not question me. Neither do you refuse a command. Do I make myself clear?" Viggo pressed down on the sword again until Sean had managed to nod his consent, choking badly.

Keeping his weight and the sword hilt where it was, Viggo ran his free hand through Sean's short golden hair, as if Sean was a dog that needed to be petted. Sean simply watched, the fight knocked out of him. The flinch that he made when the hand stroked his face was promptly punished by a slap to his injured side.

Satisfied, Viggo got to his feet and stood over the man lying beneath him. He could see one of the legs of the blue jeans becoming stained as the blood soaked through the material slowly. Sean slowly pushed himself up, panting heavily and watching Viggo with a mixture of fear and suspicion. Viggo's eyes narrowed.

" Did I tell you you could get up?" he warned. Sean froze and looked fearfully at the man standing above him.

Viggo grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his feet, ignoring the yelp of pain as Sean's injuries were aggravated. Unsteady on his feet, Sean crashed into the wall as Viggo shoved him into the tiny trailer bathroom and shut the door behind him. Sean turned and stared blankly at the closed door, slowly sliding down the wall to huddle on the floor. He could hear the movement of something heavy against the door, presumably to ensure that the door did not open.

The door stayed shut the entire night. After half an hour of shocked silence, Sean started to bang on the door, trying to attract anyone's attention. He had tried arguing, shouting, swearing and even pleading, but the door stayed firmly shut. He wasn't even sure that Viggo was still in the trailer after a while. Finally, he simply sat in the corner, trying to adjust to the most comfortable position the bathroom could afford him and get a vague amount of sleep. Which wasn't much at all.
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