vigorli

Author: Lara

Rating: R for language and reference to kinky sex

Disclaimer: Use of all, fictional or real, is without consent. All made up.

“Tell me what you love about it.” Viggo leaned on one elbow, palm in his hair. His free hand drew invisible figures on Orlando’s flat stomach.

Orlando giggled and squirmed. “Tickles. And you don’t want to know my all my dull thoughts about the English language.”

“I want to know everything. About. You.” Viggo punctuated his words with kisses to Orlando’s already kiss-bruised lips.

Orlando moaned under the new onslaught. “Keep it up and you’ll be knowing things about me that you never thought possible.”

“Viggo.”

Viggo snapped awake, sitting up straight. “What time is it?”

“Relax, mate. It’s only nine.” Bean stood in the doorway of Viggo’s bedroom. “Hope you don’t mind I let myself in. I called but I got your voice mail.”

“Yeah, turned off the phone.” Viggo rubbed at his face. “Gimme ten minutes to wash up and get human. I didn’t sleep too well last night.” He squinted a bit, his eyes attempting to focus on the marred skin near Bean’s collar. “Is that…is that a hickey?”

“Okay, well, you know, I have breakfast out here, when you’re ready.” Bean disappeared through the doorway.

“Ohhhh no you don’t.” Viggo grabbed a pair of pajama pants from the floor and slipped them on. “Tell me.” Viggo fumbled with the draw strings, finally getting them into a knot. He grabbed Bean by the chin, forcing his face to the side. “Fuck me.” Viggo’s face broke into a broad grin. “Someone got lucky last night.”

“Shut up.” Bean tore his head away and sat down with the newspaper. “None of your bloody business.”

“Maybe I’ll call Dave and ask him,” Viggo said, and was rewarded with a bagel to the back of his head. He chuckled and headed for the shower.

Two hours later, Elijah finally showed up, wearing the same clothes he had been wearing when he left Bean. Viggo and Bean were, as usual, pouring over diagrams and maps at the small table. Viggo stared at Elijah as he let him in.

“You look like shit.”

“All I need is a shower. After that I can do whatever you want in regards to the literary thing.” Elijah didn’t blink at the insult. “Five minutes.”

“Sure…extra towels in the closet,” Viggo said. “Coffee in the pot, juice in the fridge. I have some extra shirts in the closet, maybe you can find something that isn’t too big for you.”

“Thanks.” Elijah whipped his shirt over his head as he passed by. Bean grabbed him by the arm.

“Hold it right there.” Elijah stared at him, one eyebrow raised. Bean ran his thumb along Elijah’s neck. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Oh.” Elijah turned a pleasant shade of red. “Nothing. Look, I should get that shower and…”

“Sit.” Viggo shoved him into a chair. Bean knelt between Elijah’s knees to get a closer look.

“That looks like…” Bean shook his head. “Like you had on a fucking collar or something, Elijah!”

Elijah turned an impossibly darker shade of red. “Well, maybe I did have one on. It’s truly none of your business, now, is it?” He brushed Bean out of the way and practically ran to the bathroom.

Viggo grinned. “I should probably be jealous that I’m missing out on all this violent sex that leaves marks, but I’m not.”

“Sure you’re not,” Bean said, unconsciously reaching up to touch his own mark.

Elijah, true to his word, was back out into the kitchen area in a little over five minutes. The older men stared at him until he blushed again. “Knock it the fuck off,” he grumbled. “Two consenting adults doing things for mutual pleasure, and just because it’s a little different from what you two are used to…”

“A LITTLE different?” Viggo asked. “I think it’s more than a little. I don’t think I even know what to DO with a collar.”

“Would you like me to tell you?” Bean asked pleasantly. “One time…”

“NO!” Viggo yelled, putting his hands over his ears. Elijah actually giggled, causing Bean to chuckle as well.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get to work,” Bean said, pulling a schematic out from under some other papers.

The three men bent their heads over the papers and were soon engrossed in their work. Elijah would have to have a fairly good knowledge of the layout of the casino before he could adeptly find his way around and observe what he needed to observe.

They did not see Elijah for the next three days. Bean idly wondered, more than once, if the younger man had acquired a leash as well as a collar during the nights he was gone, but never mentioned it to anyone.

Bean was to meet Elijah in the diner of the Desert Royal on the morning of the fourth day, to discuss everything that Elijah had hopefully found out. They were mainly looking for a way to use the disruption of the construction to their benefit.

Billy and Dom begged to come along, saying that they missed their friend and wanted to see him, but Viggo and Bean both agreed that keeping the cousins out of the casino until the last necessary minute was the best route to go. Bean smiled as he left, happy to leave Viggo with the pouting Billy and Dom.

“Glad to see you in one unbruised piece,” Bean said as he sat down at Elijah’s small table. Elijah grinned around a mouthful of bacon.

“At least the skin you can SEE is unbruised,” he said, and Bean actually blushed. “Missed you guys. Been busy.”

“I hope you mean busy in here,” Bean said. Elijah laughed.

“Yes. Want anything?” Elijah motioned to his breakfast.

Bean shook his head. “When’s a good time to walk around a bit?”

“Around ten. That’s when things seem to move full swing.” Elijah washed everything down with a swallow of coffee. “How are Billy and Dom?”

“Driving Viggo up a wall,” Bean said, causing Elijah to smile fondly.

“I love those guys.” Elijah dipped his toast into the swirl of egg on his plate, popping it neatly into his mouth. “We’re gonna drive across country after all this. That’s where a lot of our money is going.”

“The three of you across country? That thought frightens me,” Bean said, giving an exaggerated shiver.

“Four. We’re trying to talk Astin into coming, too,” Elijah said with a grin. “We need a grown up along.” That caused Bean to laugh out loud. “Tried to talk Dave into it, too, but he said he has seen enough of America to last him a lifetime, and he’d like to work his way back to Australia.”

Bean blinked at this information. He had not even thought to ask Dave about what would happen after the job was done. “Yeah, I can’t see him having much patience with you guys.”

“Actually, he seems to me to have an incredible amount of patience when the situation calls for it,” Elijah said, his blue eyes unwavering. Bean blushed, knowing at that moment that at least one member of their little fellowship knew that Bean and Dave had met before.

“Let’s go,” Bean barked, kicking his chair back. Elijah chuckled and finished his coffee.

He led the way through the restaurant and towards a large staircase. “The library is going to be up in this north wing,” Elijah said softly. “I know Viggo says it’s not just a library, but that’s what it seems like to me.” He nudged his way through a group of tourists and stopped in a dark corner of the stairs. “I’ve found that I can see most of the comings and goings from here.” He continued to speak softly, pointing discreetly with his little finger now and then. He checked his watch and suddenly grinned. “Ten-forty. On the dot. Watch.” He nodded with his chin towards a door to their right. Out stepped a tall man with dark hair, wearing an expensive blue suit. “Urban.”

“I know who he is,” Bean murmured. Karl Urban wore arrogance and control like the tie around his neck. It was necessary, and it was comfortable. He signed clipboards as they were thrust in front of him, making sure to at least scan them quickly before his pen hit the paper. A uniformed security guard walked next to him, keeping up a constant stream of words. Urban listened intently while keeping an eye on everything around him. Elijah and Bean instinctively shrank back a bit more into the shadows.

Elijah checked his watch again. “Okay…ten-fifty. The best fucking part of my day. Watch the center door.”

Bean followed Elijah’s instructions. Soon the double doors opened and a thin young man stepped out followed by a young woman. He wore a pair of black pants and an oversized grey fisherman’s sweater, even in the Nevada heat. The neck of the sweater hung enough to emphasize the slender length of his throat, and his legs seemed endless in the dark pants. Chocolate curls ran every which way across his head, and the man seemed to have the unconscious habit of running his long hands through them continuously. He put a hand on his companion’s back and gave her a smile. She nodded, looking nervous. His words were obviously meant to comfort, and she finally seemed to relax. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of Karl Urban, and she quickly excused herself. The young man’s eyes lit up as he saw Urban. He strode over, holding out a hand to shake. Urban took it, silently dismissing the guard. The guard quickly disappeared.

Urban and the young man moved a few feet towards Elijah and Bean. It was a public place, and they were permitted to be there, but Bean still turned around, showing his back to the casino owner. He concentrated on hearing the conversation behind him.

“Morning,” a British voice said softly. Southern, Bean thought.

“I told you I would come back up for breakfast,” Urban said quietly. He did not sound happy.

“You were up at five. I was out of the suite by five-thirty,” came the reply. “There was an emergency with the Tolkein exhibit. They needed me down here right away. I’ve been in the stockrooms ever since.”

“You’re curator, Orlando, not the boss,” Urban almost snapped. “I should have been made aware that…”

“And then someone would have been fired, Karl,” the man, Orlando, interrupted. “Not necessary. I like my work.”

“Fine.”

Orlando stole a glance around before putting a hand on Karl’s arm. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” Karl said, and his tone warmed slightly. “I need to go.”

“You’ll be back for lunch?”

“I’ll try,” Karl promised. He allowed one hand to discreetly ghost along Orlando’s shoulder before turning and walking away. Orlando heaved a slight sigh before returning through the double doors.

“Fuck me,” Bean breathed once the two men were gone.

“I know. Isn’t he gorgeous?” Elijah asked as they went back down the stairs. He checked his watch again. “Do you need me for anything else?”

“Hot date?” Bean teased.

“Well, yeah,” Elijah said, actually blushing. “I’m supposed to meet Murphy at the New York New York. We’re going down to the pool.”

“Make sure you actually make it out of the suite, okay, mate? And be careful,” Bean warned. Elijah nodded and clapped Bean on the shoulder before hurrying out of the casino.

Bean frowned to himself, anger boiling under the surface. He needed to talk to Viggo.