FIC: Collision: Chapter Eleven (Lotrips/HP AU, Viggo/Lucius, NC-17)
Collision: Chapter Eleven
Authors: darkrosetiger and telesilla
Fandom/ Pairing: Harry Potter/Lotrips crossover; Viggo/Lucius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just because Viggo and Lucius are now lovers, that doesn't mean the outside world is going to stand still.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: 1) Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real people involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe. and probably seek professional help. 2) Neither of us is J.K. Rowling; this is her world, not ours. Are we clear here?
Notes: The rest of this series can be found here. Our usual thanks to our beta kyuuketsukirui; without her this story wouldn't be half as tight.
Aside from the occasional snoring, Lucius has found Viggo to be easy enough to sleep with--he's having less trouble sleeping now that he can shift up against Viggo's warm body at night--so it's surprising when he's awakened by Viggo elbowing him in the chest. About to grumble a protest and pull the covers up more, Lucius realizes that Viggo is thrashing and mumbling, sounding agitated.
"Viggo..." Lucius moves closer but doesn't touch him; he knows from experience that tearing someone from the grip of a nightmare can be dangerous. "Viggo...shhh..." When Viggo's thrashing doesn't subside, Lucius very gently reaches out and strokes Viggo's hair, just as he often did with Draco.
Flailing as he tries to escape the ghostly arms reaching for him, Viggo ends up slapping Lucius' hand away before he realizes he's awake. "Huh?" he mumbles, rubbing his hand over his face. "Did I just hit you?"
"It's all right," Lucius tells him, relieved that Viggo was able to wake himself. "You were having a nightmare." A little hesitantly, he runs a hand down Viggo's arm. "Are you all right?"
"Oh fuck," Viggo says, taking a deep breath. "I was, wasn't I?" He closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them quickly. "It was nothing."
Lucius arches an eyebrow. "That's strange. I wouldn't think that 'nothing' would make you tear all of the blankets off and whack me in the chest with your elbow."
"I'm sorry," Viggo says. "Look if you want to..." On the verge of suggesting that maybe Lucius should spend the rest of the night in the guest bedroom, he pauses, remembering the night he heard Lucius having his nightmare. "Give me a minute," he says, reaching for Lucius' hand.
"Of course." Lucius squeezes Viggo's hand. "Would you like a glass of water?"
"Please," Viggo says, although most nights, he'd just settle for bourbon. "Just from the bathroom; I don't need ice or anything."
As Lucius goes after the water, Viggo tries to piece together the dream, although he really doesn't need to. Even as fragmented and surreal as it was this time, he's been having one version or another of this same dream for over half his life.
Lucius comes back from the bathroom with a glass of water, as cold as he could get it from the upstairs tap and wishing yet again that he had the use of his magic. "Here you are," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing him the glass.
"Thanks," Viggo murmurs, sipping at the water for a moment. Lucius is quiet, giving him plenty of time to gather himself, and Viggo appreciates it. "It was Henry," he says. "My brother this time, although sometimes it's my son." He pauses to drink more water. "You have to understand that my dream landscape is...fractured and surreal."
That doesn't surprise Lucius, especially given what he's seen so far of Viggo's art; he just nods.
"I told you what they...what Macnair did," Viggo says, remembering that of course he told Lucius; that's why he has a name for the man who killed his brother. "How he was still alive when...they took his skin off?"
Lucius nods again and Viggo notices that he tenses slightly. "He was...just his skin, no body inside it. And the weird thing was that...it was normal. Like that was how he looked all the time; I didn't think anything of it in the dream."
He drinks more water and continues. "I've never told anyone this...not even Chris, but he used to...he wasn't the perfect big brother Jan and Gerry remember, wasn't the saint I've told my Henry about."
"No...I sometimes have to stop and remind myself that Andras was hardly a saint...perhaps it's that we want them to have been?" As usual, Lucius shies away from thinking about the rumors that Andras had brought his death on himself; it's been hard enough for him to admit that the beautiful, shining Malfoy prince Andras had been was more fantasy and wishful thinking than true memory.
"I want to dismiss it," Viggo says. "I want to excuse him because kids are cruel, you know? Without even thinking about it, because you have to learn empathy. But...when you're twenty and your little brother is fifteen, it's not just being a kid any more.
"In the dream, he was telling me to leave him alone," Viggo says after another pause. "Like he used to do, because I was an embarrassment. Then he turned into some kind of ghostly thing...like those arms that were wisping around Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli in the Paths of the Dead scene. He told me the reason he was so strong in life was that he took all my magic from me." To his surprise, he finds himself near tears and he frowns a little and shakes his head. "And then he was touching me trying to take more..."
Carefully and deliberately, Lucius puts his arms around Viggo. "Even when you know it doesn't work like that, it's still disturbing."
"He said it once to me when he was stoned," Viggo says, looking at the glass of water in his hand. "Sometimes I'll go a couple of years without hearing him say it in a dream." He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to hold it for a moment. "I was glad when he left with Dad.
"Of course, it's worse when it's my Henry, alive and laughing at me." The urge to shrug it all off is strong, but for some reason, Viggo knows that Lucius will understand. "Brothers and sons," he murmurs. "And the hurt families do to one another."
"I've never met your son," Lucius says, "But he has every reason to be proud of you, magic or no magic." I don't know that I can say the same of Draco.
"Thank you," Viggo says, finally relaxing and leaning against Lucius. "I know he is; I know he loves me. I can feel it, you know? And I'm self-aware enough to know where the dream comes from. But...I've still never told anyone about it or the other ones like it."
"Then I should thank you, for...trusting me enough to tell me." Lucius can't help wondering if Viggo's right to trust him so readily. Eventually, I'll go back to my world and leave him in peace, after all.
"You've shared a lot of things with me," Viggo says. "I do trust you, and I have to admit that is not something I ever thought I'd be saying."
"It's not something I ever thought I'd want to hear," Lucius replies, smiling a little. "I thought your brother was mad, but once I'd taken the Ministry's offer, I had few alternatives. I had no idea that any of this--" he waves a hand "--could and would happen."
"That's why life is good on the whole," Viggo says quietly. "Things like this--" and he echoes Lucius' gesture "--happen even when we have no idea that they will."
Lucius has become good enough at speaking Viggo that it almost makes sense. "Are you going to be awake for a while? If so, I can make some tea."
"You can take the wizard out of Britain but you can't take the Brit out of the wizard," Viggo says with a laugh. "Tea would be perfect."
* * *
In the short time between the call from Jan and his arrival by Portkey, Viggo paces. "I don't like this," he says to Lucius. "He didn't sound very upbeat."
"He didn't even hint at what it was about?" Lucius asks. He's curled up on the couch, watching Viggo.
"No," Viggo says, picking up a pen and fidgeting with it. "It's times like this that I wish I still smoked."
Lucius starts to say something, but just then, Jan appears in the middle of the living room. "Hi," he says, tucking the Portkey into his inside jacket pocket. "I shouldn't stay long, but I figured you both decided to know about this." He takes a deep breath. "Early this morning, a force of Death Eaters broke into Azkaban to free all of the others who'd been arrested after the Department of Mysteries incident. Given that you were the only one who wasn't there to be rescued, we have to assume that at this point, You-Know-Who is aware that you've been released--and it's a safe bet that he knows why."
Lucius folds his hands in his lap to hide their shaking. "Yes, I would venture to say my absence would confirm any suspicions that he undoubtedly had towards me."
"Jesus Christ," Viggo says. "That's some kind of security you guys are running there." He takes a deep breath and crosses to stand behind the sofa, resting a hand on the back of it near Lucius' shoulder. "Do you think he's not safe here anymore?"
Jan raises an eyebrow, but Viggo notices that he doesn't say anything. "I don't know. It's still highly unlikely that anyone would think to look for him here--but it's not outside the realm of possibility that someone could make the connection. I'm the link here, of course....I really don't like to think of someone tracking Lucius down here. If you're not comfortable with it, Vig, we can find someplace else to hide him."
Looking down at Lucius, Viggo cocks an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
"He does have a point...I don't want to put you at unnecessary risk," Lucius tells Viggo. "If they find me here, they won't hesitate to kill you."
"We're not talking about me," Viggo says with a shrug. "We're talking about you. What do you want to do?
"I'd prefer to stay of course--but again, I don't want you to get hurt because of me." Lucius sighs. "I know what I want; I just don't know what's best."
"For the moment, then, we don't we keep you here," Jan says. "It's probably no more of a risk than anyplace else would be."
"That works for me," Viggo says, reaching over to rest his hand on Lucius' shoulder. "Any word on...the rest of his family?"
Jan shakes his head. "Not a word, good or bad."
"Have you heard any news of S--of Professor Snape?" Lucius asks.
"No." Jan smiles slightly. "Though not for lack of trying, believe me."
Lucius nods. As long as Severus is free, Draco should be safe enough.
"Can you stay,? I was about to make lunch when you called."
Jan shakes his head. "I want to re-check the wards, and then I should head back. Can I have a minute, though?" He smiles at Lucius, looking a little apologetic. "Family stuff."
A little amused at the rather gracious nod Lucius gives, Viggo walks out to the back deck with Jan. "What's up?"
"I was about to ask you the same, regarding Lucius," Jan says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You seem to have become awfully close."
"Oh, um...well, yeah," Viggo says. "We're um...you know...sleeping together." Even as he says it, he can guess this is not going to go over well.
Jan blinks "I didn't think you did magic users."
"I don't," Viggo says. "Didn't. It's just...this is a weird situation and it kind of just...happened."
"Oooookay..." Jan shakes his head. "I'm not sure--no, I'm definitely sure I don't want to know the details. I'm just...fuck, Viggo, I don't mean to sound like Gerry, but, Lucius Malfoy?"
"I know," Viggo says. "And I don't know what to say except that...he's changed and I've changed and maybe both for the better."
Jan smiles at that. "I can see where he'd need it, and where you'd be good for him; you know me, though--I think my big brother's fine the way he is. Just be careful, okay?"
"I'm doing my best to be just that," Viggo says. "Don't worry about me getting my heart broken; I'm too canny for that."
"Okay. I'll give you a call as soon as I hear anything," Jan says. "I'll just take a walk around the place before I head home." He gives Viggo a quick hug.
"Yeah, okay," Viggo says, hugging Jan back. "Give my love to Emily and the kids." He watches as Jan begins to concentrate, and then heads back into the house, finding Lucius in the kitchen. "Hey."
"Hello." Lucius stares at his glass of wine."How did you explain it to him?"
"Told him the truth," Viggo says. "That it kind of just happened and when he asked why you, I said both of us had changed. He did not want to know any details."
Lucius snorts at that. "There are definitely some things one shouldn't share with one's siblings." He slides off the chair and goes over and wraps his arms around Viggo's waist.
"It's kind of cute the way he worries about me," Viggo says, leaning into the embrace. "When it's not condescending."
"Did it seem that way?" Lucius asks. "Quite honestly, I thought he was minimizing the potential danger. It depends on what else is going on, of course, but the Dark Lord has a highly overdeveloped sense of vengeance. I would not put it past him to devote considerable time and resources to finding me, to serve as a reminder to the price of betrayal." Lucius tightens his grip on Viggo. "If something happened to you because of me..."
"Am I being too relaxed about this?" Viggo asks. "Would you be better off somewhere else?"
"I don't know. I don't know where else they could send me. And please believe me--I don't particularly want to leave." He sighs. "We'll just have to trust that the Wizengamot proceedings are sealed, and that Jan's as good with defensive magic as I think he is."
"He's very good," Viggo says. "Graduated top in his class at Salem and Defense was always his best subject. One of Gerry's, too, actually, although he's better with creatures. Mom was...well kind of insistent that they be good at it."
"Understandable." Lucius reaches over and grabs his glass off the table, taking a sip and holding it in his mouth before kissing Viggo.
"Mmmm," Viggo hums during the wine-flavored kiss. He keeps kissing Lucius long after the wine is gone, sliding his hands down to grip Lucius' hips. "You know what I would really like right now?" he murmurs when the kiss finally ends.
"What is that?"
"I would really like to get fucked," Viggo says, pressing closer to him. "If you can see your way to doing it."
Lucius smiles. "Oh, I think I can. Shall we go upstairs, then?"
"Yeah," Viggo says, grinning. "Unless you wanna nail me right here in the kitchen."
"Twenty years ago, perhaps. I'm old enough now that I want to be comfortable." Lucius squeezes Viggo's arse. "Come on, then..."
Once they're upstairs, Lucius kisses Viggo thoroughly, sliding his hands up under his t-shirt so he can play with Viggo's nipples.
"Nice," Viggo says, reaching for the zipper of Lucius' trousers. He gets it undone and then slides his hand across the front of Lucius' briefs, pressing at the bulge of Lucius' cock. "Very nice."
"So glad you approve." Lucius leans forward and rubs against Viggo's hand. He nuzzles Viggo's shoulder, then nibbles it lightly.
Shivering a little, Viggo chuckles. Lucius, he's discovered, likes to bite, and Viggo's been enjoying that. At the moment, it's distracting; all Viggo wants to do is stand there and let Lucius bite him, which is making it tough to get Lucius' trousers off.
One of these days, Lucius promises himself, I'm going to get him to spank me. And then I'm going to do the same to him. For now, he contents himself with biting just a little harder, sucking on the spot so that it'll leave a mark.
"Oh God," Viggo moans, giving up altogether on getting Lucius undressed. He's never thought of himself as liking pain much. Occasional rough sex is one thing, but this is a different and he finds himself going a little weak in the knees. "Fuck..."
"You taste wonderful," Lucius says when he finally pulls away. He rests a hand against Viggo's face for a moment. "At some point, I'm going to have to ask you to simply lie there while I lick every inch of you. But for now..." He reaches over to the nightstand for a condom.
"Christ," Viggo says, stripping off his jeans and t-shirt so quickly he almost trips. He makes it to the bed and sprawls out on his stomach, glancing over his shoulder at Lucius. "Has anyone ever told you that your voice is pure sex?"
Lucius doesn't answer until he gets the condom on; then he says, "I don' t think so, actually." Severus could damn near make me come without touching me, just from hearing him whisper in my ear. "You like it when I talk to you, then?" he adds, straddling Viggo and bending down to let his hair trail over Viggo's back.
"Oh God, yeah," Viggo says, shivering again. "Like that, too."
"Ah, Viggo...so very much I want to do with you..." Lucius licks a path down Viggo's spine, running his hands over Viggo's skin. "I think for now, however, I'm going to start here." Spreading Viggo's cheeks, he works his tongue into him with excruciating slowness.
"Oh fuck," Viggo moans, spreading his legs wider and lifting his hips up. He's had this done to him before and it always leaves him feeling shattered. Clutching at the blankets under him, he moans more and mutters, "Please...oh God...please..."
Lucius chuckles. He'd suspected Viggo would enjoy this; he's pleased to be proved right. Clutching Viggo's hips, he continues, not hurrying a bit. Let's see how many more of those noises I can get him to make.
Noises are about all Lucius is going to get as Viggo quickly loses any ability to get actual words out. He's torn between rocking back to get more of that incredible tongue and grinding down so there's some pressure on his cock.
When Lucius is satisfied that Viggo's not going to be regaining coherence any time soon, he sits up and pours lube onto his fingers so he can slide one into Viggo. "There we are..." he purrs.
Now Viggo knows exactly where he wants to be, and he pushes back hard against Lucius' finger. When he realizes lying flat on his stomach isn't really a prime position for getting fucked hard, he manages to get "wait" out through gritted teeth.
"Yes?" Lucius stops immediately, resting his free hand on the small of Viggo's back.
"Lemme," Viggo mutters, scrambling up so that he's on his knees and elbows. "Better," he adds. "Now? Please?"
"Of course." Lucius withdraws his hand and kneels behind Viggo. Ridiculous though it seems, he's actually a bit nervous as he carefully pushes into his lover. Lover. I rather like the sound of that. "Merlin and Morgana..."
"Oh yeah," Viggo groans, pushing back against Lucius and relishing the slight burn as Lucius' cock presses into him. There are times when, feeling this, he doesn't understand why anyone would do anything except bottom. Feel the same way about being on top when I'm fucking someone, so I guess it all works out.
Lucius holds still for a moment, but he wants it too badly to wait for very long. Grabbing Viggo's hips again, he starts to move, slowly at first, letting both of them get used to the sensation, then speeding up. "I'd love to see you with long hair, something I could wind my fingers through and hold on as I fucked you."
"Fuck," Viggo moans, amazed that Lucius can manage a sentence. He wonders what it would feel like and, more importantly, he wonders what it would take to get Lucius to keep talking.
Lucius takes Viggo's cock in his hand, stroking him as he fucks him. He bends down to lick and nuzzle Viggo's back. Being so close to someone, half-curled around him and deep inside him is almost too much; Lucius has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep from coming. Not yet...too soon...wait...
If Viggo could think, he'd be a little disappointed that Lucius doesn't talk more. As it is, all he cares about is the fact that he's getting fucked just the way he likes it, hard and deep. Plus there's the way Lucius hand feels on his cock, and Viggo's moans turn into loud, deep growls as he stops worrying about making too much noise.
Hearing that sound up close is much, much better than hearing it from down the hall and through a pillow. "Yes...let me hear you, Viggo."
Viggo obliges, babbling some kind of nonsense as he slams back against Lucius. The words "more" and "fuck" and "please" are in there as well as harsh, panting cries that would embarrass him like hell if he weren't so into what was happening.
For all that Viggo claimed to like Lucius' voice, at the moment it's Viggo's voice that's going straight to Lucius' cock. He shoves into Viggo hard and fast. "Viggo--" he yells, and then he's coming, his vision blurring around the edges as he clings to Viggo.
That's more than enough for Viggo, and he gives out a yell of his own as he comes so hard he can barely breathe. "Fuck," he mutters, as he lets Lucius' weight push him down onto the bed. "Jesus Christ..."
"Did anyone get the name of the hippogryff that just ran me over?" Lucius mutters into Viggo's back. "Oof."
"I think you were the one doing the hit and run there," Viggo says with a contented chuckle. Any worries prompted by Jan's visit have retreated into the back of his head and all he can think now is that he's damn glad Lucius chose to stay.
* * *
They've been lovers for about a month now and in spite of Jan's concerns about the escaped Death Eaters, two weeks have gone by and nothing untoward has happened. While Viggo's been making sure he has Lucius' wand on him at all times, he's not any more worried than he has been since Lucius first arrived.
They still have their own routines, although Lucius is doing more of the cooking than he once did, and Viggo is pleased to discover that even though they're fucking each other and are on a more friendly basis, Lucius feels no need to spend every waking moment together. He still reads in the afternoon and while Viggo hasn't been doing much painting, he finds himself spending a lot of time with a pen in hand, revisiting his past as he wonders how he ever managed to fool himself that he was resigned to being a Squib in a magic-using world.
It's mid morning and Viggo's just hung up the phone after a longish call with his agent when it rings again. The call's coming from a familiar hotel and he grins when he hears Sean's voice over the line. "Up for some company?" Sean asks, after explaining that he's in town to do some promotional things and go to a few meetings. "I'm bored out of my skull and if His Lordship is still with you, I assume you're not getting out much."
"Yeah, he is," Viggo replies with a slight smirk at the rather apt nickname. "And um...you were right last time. About him...well, and me, too. We're um...yeah."
"You're as articulate as always about your lovers," Sean says, laughing. "Why anyone thinks you're so good with words, I don't know."
"Because I can tell you to fuck off in about seven different languages," Viggo replies, and throws in a "fuck off" in Maori just for the hell of it.
"Same to you, mate," Sean replies. "They taught me that one, too. I'll be by in a while with some beer and some steaks; we can fire up your grill."
Once the call is ended, Viggo heads to the back door. "Hey," he says, coming out onto the deck. "Sean just called; he's on his way over with beer and meat."
"There's a man who understands what's important," Lucius says. He frowns. "There won't be a problem, will there?"
"A problem?" Viggo asks and then realizes what Lucius means. "Nah, there shouldn't be. Neither of us do jealousy very well; he never gave me a problem about Orli, and I haven't had any issues about him and the latest actress he's seeing."
Lucius nods. "All right. I wouldn't want to complicate matters any more than I already have." Getting up from his deck chair, he goes over to give Viggo a quick kiss, marveling a little at how easy it is to be affectionate with Viggo.
"Mmmm," Viggo hums against Lucius' mouth, his hand sliding down to grab Lucius' ass. He gives it a brief squeeze and then pulls back. "I'd be all for a quickie, but I need to clean off the grill. It's been a while." So damn domestic, he thinks, a little surprised at how comfortable it is to have that feeling. Then again, the last time I actually lived with anyone, it was Chris, and just about anyone is easier to share space with.
"Is there anything you'd like help with?" Lucius asks.
"Do we still have any corn?" Viggo asks. "If you want to get it ready, that would help. Or, hey, is there any zucchini left? If we sliced it length-wise I could grill it."
There is, in fact, zucchini. Lucius slices it with the same concentrated precision he once used in helping Severus prepare ingredients for a batch of poisons. The difference, of course, is that doing this won't give me nightmares.
He's finishing up the zucchini; he looks up when he hears Sean and Viggo coming into the kitchen. "Good afternoon."
"Afternoon," Sean replies, amused at how Lucius seems cool and unruffled even while working on dinner. "Beer?" He pulls two six-packs of Red Tail out of one of his shopping bags.
"Please," Viggo says, going through the other bag. "Fuck, Sean, you think you got big enough steaks? I should go check the grill and make sure I have a good enough bed of coals for these."
"I'll take care of the corn--and yes, I'd like a beer." Lucius says as he finds the corn in the refrigerator and sets it out on the table.
"Thanks," Viggo says before heading out to the deck, tray of steaks in hand.
Sean stows the rest of the beer in the fridge. "You two are frighteningly domestic."
"Yes..." Lucius shakes his head. "I have no idea how this happened, but I've decided that it would be unwise to question it too much."
"Well you may be both a wizard and an upper-class twit," Sean says with a laugh, "but there's no doubt you're a bloke."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment from you," Lucius retorts. "So, thank you. And thank you, also, for whatever you said to Viggo."
"You'll find he's rather dense when it comes to people being interested in him," Sean says after a long swallow of beer. "I have no idea how he's managed it as an actor; we're usually all too aware of the effect we have on the people around us."
"It's part of his charm--he'd be much less interesting if he knew what he did." Like, say, me, Lucius thought.
"There is that," Sean says, and then goes silent, watching through the back door as Viggo fusses with the steaks. "I'm going to get protective here and it's not because I don't think Viggo can look after himself..." His voice trails off as he considers his words. "Or maybe it is that. He can look after himself, but he's also inclined to see the best in everyone."
After another pause for more beer, Sean continues, "I have no idea what's going on here or in that world of wizards you come from, but if you do anything to hurt him, I will personally hunt you down and kick your arse up around your ears." He suddenly smiles, deliberating choosing one of his villain expressions. "And I know seven other guys who would line up for a change at you after I was done."
The smile is sadly wasted on a man who's spent the past three years groveling in front of a madman with no nose, but Lucius nods anyway. "Understood. Since I have no intention of hurting him, it will not come to that, so you needn't worry." Six months ago, I wouldn't have tolerated a Muggle daring to threaten me. Six months ago, I wouldn't have had a Squib for a lover.
"Good," Sean says, not sure that the message got through. But he's done the best he could and now it's time to accept that this affair is in progress. "Need any help with dinner?"
"Certainly. Catch--" Lucius tosses an ear of corn in Sean's direction.
Much later that evening, after Sean himself back to his hotel without once seeming to mind that he wasn't going to get laid, Viggo glances over at Lucius. Lying there naked and looking utterly sated, he's a gorgeous sight and Viggo has to fight the urge to pull out his camera.
"You've been amused about something all night," he says, reaching out and playing with a strand of Lucius' hair, which has been growing out amazingly fast.
Lucius laughs. "Oh, just something Sean said before dinner...he warned me that if I did anything to hurt you, he was going to come after me. The idea that you would ever need protection like that struck me as funny." He runs his foot along one of Viggo's calves.
"Oh Jesus, he pulled that on you, too?" Viggo chuckles. "He lectured me about Orlando, and I'm surprised he didn't give Orlando the very same talk about me. He's a great guy and once you're one of his friends, you're a friend for life."
"There may have been a time when I would have needed a warning like that--but I wouldn't have been involved with you then. Now, well..." Lucius wraps his arms around Viggo in lieu of finishing the sentence.
"It's a compliment, you know," Viggo says, leaning into Lucius' arms.
"Oh?"
"He's treating you like he'd treat anyone who ended up in bed with me, like he treated me when I fell into bed with Orlando." Viggo smiles. "You're just another bloke to him and one he feels comfortable enough threatening."
"Ah." After contemplating it for a moment, Lucius smiles. "I'm glad. I think...I like him, which is perhaps even more unexpected than we are."
"I think he likes you, rather against his will." Viggo chuckles. "Sean is a contradiction in a lot of ways, but his public image is pretty well set in stone as the classic bit of rough and when he first meets people, he falls back on that."
"I, of course, know nothing about anything like that," Lucius says, lifting his chin slightly. He manages to hold the pose for a whole five seconds before he starts laughing.
"Do you know what one of my first thoughts about you was?" Viggo asks as he laughs along with Lucius. "That I could get you a job as a voice coach without any real difficulty."
"Depending on how things go, I may have to keep that in mind." Lucius sighs. He's been trying very hard not to think of what will happen when he goes back, and how much he's going to miss Viggo--and how much he fears slipping back into his old patterns when he's surrounded by familiar things and people again.
"I'm sorry," Viggo says, and it's his turn to pull Lucius close. They've avoided talking about the future because there's no way they can know what will happen. Life during wartime, Viggo thinks as he kisses Lucius' hair.
-tbc-
Authors: darkrosetiger and telesilla
Fandom/ Pairing: Harry Potter/Lotrips crossover; Viggo/Lucius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just because Viggo and Lucius are now lovers, that doesn't mean the outside world is going to stand still.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: 1) Not RL; didn't happen. If you think this has anything to do with the real people involved, then you need to put down the crack pipe. and probably seek professional help. 2) Neither of us is J.K. Rowling; this is her world, not ours. Are we clear here?
Notes: The rest of this series can be found here. Our usual thanks to our beta kyuuketsukirui; without her this story wouldn't be half as tight.
Aside from the occasional snoring, Lucius has found Viggo to be easy enough to sleep with--he's having less trouble sleeping now that he can shift up against Viggo's warm body at night--so it's surprising when he's awakened by Viggo elbowing him in the chest. About to grumble a protest and pull the covers up more, Lucius realizes that Viggo is thrashing and mumbling, sounding agitated.
"Viggo..." Lucius moves closer but doesn't touch him; he knows from experience that tearing someone from the grip of a nightmare can be dangerous. "Viggo...shhh..." When Viggo's thrashing doesn't subside, Lucius very gently reaches out and strokes Viggo's hair, just as he often did with Draco.
Flailing as he tries to escape the ghostly arms reaching for him, Viggo ends up slapping Lucius' hand away before he realizes he's awake. "Huh?" he mumbles, rubbing his hand over his face. "Did I just hit you?"
"It's all right," Lucius tells him, relieved that Viggo was able to wake himself. "You were having a nightmare." A little hesitantly, he runs a hand down Viggo's arm. "Are you all right?"
"Oh fuck," Viggo says, taking a deep breath. "I was, wasn't I?" He closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them quickly. "It was nothing."
Lucius arches an eyebrow. "That's strange. I wouldn't think that 'nothing' would make you tear all of the blankets off and whack me in the chest with your elbow."
"I'm sorry," Viggo says. "Look if you want to..." On the verge of suggesting that maybe Lucius should spend the rest of the night in the guest bedroom, he pauses, remembering the night he heard Lucius having his nightmare. "Give me a minute," he says, reaching for Lucius' hand.
"Of course." Lucius squeezes Viggo's hand. "Would you like a glass of water?"
"Please," Viggo says, although most nights, he'd just settle for bourbon. "Just from the bathroom; I don't need ice or anything."
As Lucius goes after the water, Viggo tries to piece together the dream, although he really doesn't need to. Even as fragmented and surreal as it was this time, he's been having one version or another of this same dream for over half his life.
Lucius comes back from the bathroom with a glass of water, as cold as he could get it from the upstairs tap and wishing yet again that he had the use of his magic. "Here you are," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing him the glass.
"Thanks," Viggo murmurs, sipping at the water for a moment. Lucius is quiet, giving him plenty of time to gather himself, and Viggo appreciates it. "It was Henry," he says. "My brother this time, although sometimes it's my son." He pauses to drink more water. "You have to understand that my dream landscape is...fractured and surreal."
That doesn't surprise Lucius, especially given what he's seen so far of Viggo's art; he just nods.
"I told you what they...what Macnair did," Viggo says, remembering that of course he told Lucius; that's why he has a name for the man who killed his brother. "How he was still alive when...they took his skin off?"
Lucius nods again and Viggo notices that he tenses slightly. "He was...just his skin, no body inside it. And the weird thing was that...it was normal. Like that was how he looked all the time; I didn't think anything of it in the dream."
He drinks more water and continues. "I've never told anyone this...not even Chris, but he used to...he wasn't the perfect big brother Jan and Gerry remember, wasn't the saint I've told my Henry about."
"No...I sometimes have to stop and remind myself that Andras was hardly a saint...perhaps it's that we want them to have been?" As usual, Lucius shies away from thinking about the rumors that Andras had brought his death on himself; it's been hard enough for him to admit that the beautiful, shining Malfoy prince Andras had been was more fantasy and wishful thinking than true memory.
"I want to dismiss it," Viggo says. "I want to excuse him because kids are cruel, you know? Without even thinking about it, because you have to learn empathy. But...when you're twenty and your little brother is fifteen, it's not just being a kid any more.
"In the dream, he was telling me to leave him alone," Viggo says after another pause. "Like he used to do, because I was an embarrassment. Then he turned into some kind of ghostly thing...like those arms that were wisping around Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli in the Paths of the Dead scene. He told me the reason he was so strong in life was that he took all my magic from me." To his surprise, he finds himself near tears and he frowns a little and shakes his head. "And then he was touching me trying to take more..."
Carefully and deliberately, Lucius puts his arms around Viggo. "Even when you know it doesn't work like that, it's still disturbing."
"He said it once to me when he was stoned," Viggo says, looking at the glass of water in his hand. "Sometimes I'll go a couple of years without hearing him say it in a dream." He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to hold it for a moment. "I was glad when he left with Dad.
"Of course, it's worse when it's my Henry, alive and laughing at me." The urge to shrug it all off is strong, but for some reason, Viggo knows that Lucius will understand. "Brothers and sons," he murmurs. "And the hurt families do to one another."
"I've never met your son," Lucius says, "But he has every reason to be proud of you, magic or no magic." I don't know that I can say the same of Draco.
"Thank you," Viggo says, finally relaxing and leaning against Lucius. "I know he is; I know he loves me. I can feel it, you know? And I'm self-aware enough to know where the dream comes from. But...I've still never told anyone about it or the other ones like it."
"Then I should thank you, for...trusting me enough to tell me." Lucius can't help wondering if Viggo's right to trust him so readily. Eventually, I'll go back to my world and leave him in peace, after all.
"You've shared a lot of things with me," Viggo says. "I do trust you, and I have to admit that is not something I ever thought I'd be saying."
"It's not something I ever thought I'd want to hear," Lucius replies, smiling a little. "I thought your brother was mad, but once I'd taken the Ministry's offer, I had few alternatives. I had no idea that any of this--" he waves a hand "--could and would happen."
"That's why life is good on the whole," Viggo says quietly. "Things like this--" and he echoes Lucius' gesture "--happen even when we have no idea that they will."
Lucius has become good enough at speaking Viggo that it almost makes sense. "Are you going to be awake for a while? If so, I can make some tea."
"You can take the wizard out of Britain but you can't take the Brit out of the wizard," Viggo says with a laugh. "Tea would be perfect."
* * *
In the short time between the call from Jan and his arrival by Portkey, Viggo paces. "I don't like this," he says to Lucius. "He didn't sound very upbeat."
"He didn't even hint at what it was about?" Lucius asks. He's curled up on the couch, watching Viggo.
"No," Viggo says, picking up a pen and fidgeting with it. "It's times like this that I wish I still smoked."
Lucius starts to say something, but just then, Jan appears in the middle of the living room. "Hi," he says, tucking the Portkey into his inside jacket pocket. "I shouldn't stay long, but I figured you both decided to know about this." He takes a deep breath. "Early this morning, a force of Death Eaters broke into Azkaban to free all of the others who'd been arrested after the Department of Mysteries incident. Given that you were the only one who wasn't there to be rescued, we have to assume that at this point, You-Know-Who is aware that you've been released--and it's a safe bet that he knows why."
Lucius folds his hands in his lap to hide their shaking. "Yes, I would venture to say my absence would confirm any suspicions that he undoubtedly had towards me."
"Jesus Christ," Viggo says. "That's some kind of security you guys are running there." He takes a deep breath and crosses to stand behind the sofa, resting a hand on the back of it near Lucius' shoulder. "Do you think he's not safe here anymore?"
Jan raises an eyebrow, but Viggo notices that he doesn't say anything. "I don't know. It's still highly unlikely that anyone would think to look for him here--but it's not outside the realm of possibility that someone could make the connection. I'm the link here, of course....I really don't like to think of someone tracking Lucius down here. If you're not comfortable with it, Vig, we can find someplace else to hide him."
Looking down at Lucius, Viggo cocks an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
"He does have a point...I don't want to put you at unnecessary risk," Lucius tells Viggo. "If they find me here, they won't hesitate to kill you."
"We're not talking about me," Viggo says with a shrug. "We're talking about you. What do you want to do?
"I'd prefer to stay of course--but again, I don't want you to get hurt because of me." Lucius sighs. "I know what I want; I just don't know what's best."
"For the moment, then, we don't we keep you here," Jan says. "It's probably no more of a risk than anyplace else would be."
"That works for me," Viggo says, reaching over to rest his hand on Lucius' shoulder. "Any word on...the rest of his family?"
Jan shakes his head. "Not a word, good or bad."
"Have you heard any news of S--of Professor Snape?" Lucius asks.
"No." Jan smiles slightly. "Though not for lack of trying, believe me."
Lucius nods. As long as Severus is free, Draco should be safe enough.
"Can you stay,? I was about to make lunch when you called."
Jan shakes his head. "I want to re-check the wards, and then I should head back. Can I have a minute, though?" He smiles at Lucius, looking a little apologetic. "Family stuff."
A little amused at the rather gracious nod Lucius gives, Viggo walks out to the back deck with Jan. "What's up?"
"I was about to ask you the same, regarding Lucius," Jan says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You seem to have become awfully close."
"Oh, um...well, yeah," Viggo says. "We're um...you know...sleeping together." Even as he says it, he can guess this is not going to go over well.
Jan blinks "I didn't think you did magic users."
"I don't," Viggo says. "Didn't. It's just...this is a weird situation and it kind of just...happened."
"Oooookay..." Jan shakes his head. "I'm not sure--no, I'm definitely sure I don't want to know the details. I'm just...fuck, Viggo, I don't mean to sound like Gerry, but, Lucius Malfoy?"
"I know," Viggo says. "And I don't know what to say except that...he's changed and I've changed and maybe both for the better."
Jan smiles at that. "I can see where he'd need it, and where you'd be good for him; you know me, though--I think my big brother's fine the way he is. Just be careful, okay?"
"I'm doing my best to be just that," Viggo says. "Don't worry about me getting my heart broken; I'm too canny for that."
"Okay. I'll give you a call as soon as I hear anything," Jan says. "I'll just take a walk around the place before I head home." He gives Viggo a quick hug.
"Yeah, okay," Viggo says, hugging Jan back. "Give my love to Emily and the kids." He watches as Jan begins to concentrate, and then heads back into the house, finding Lucius in the kitchen. "Hey."
"Hello." Lucius stares at his glass of wine."How did you explain it to him?"
"Told him the truth," Viggo says. "That it kind of just happened and when he asked why you, I said both of us had changed. He did not want to know any details."
Lucius snorts at that. "There are definitely some things one shouldn't share with one's siblings." He slides off the chair and goes over and wraps his arms around Viggo's waist.
"It's kind of cute the way he worries about me," Viggo says, leaning into the embrace. "When it's not condescending."
"Did it seem that way?" Lucius asks. "Quite honestly, I thought he was minimizing the potential danger. It depends on what else is going on, of course, but the Dark Lord has a highly overdeveloped sense of vengeance. I would not put it past him to devote considerable time and resources to finding me, to serve as a reminder to the price of betrayal." Lucius tightens his grip on Viggo. "If something happened to you because of me..."
"Am I being too relaxed about this?" Viggo asks. "Would you be better off somewhere else?"
"I don't know. I don't know where else they could send me. And please believe me--I don't particularly want to leave." He sighs. "We'll just have to trust that the Wizengamot proceedings are sealed, and that Jan's as good with defensive magic as I think he is."
"He's very good," Viggo says. "Graduated top in his class at Salem and Defense was always his best subject. One of Gerry's, too, actually, although he's better with creatures. Mom was...well kind of insistent that they be good at it."
"Understandable." Lucius reaches over and grabs his glass off the table, taking a sip and holding it in his mouth before kissing Viggo.
"Mmmm," Viggo hums during the wine-flavored kiss. He keeps kissing Lucius long after the wine is gone, sliding his hands down to grip Lucius' hips. "You know what I would really like right now?" he murmurs when the kiss finally ends.
"What is that?"
"I would really like to get fucked," Viggo says, pressing closer to him. "If you can see your way to doing it."
Lucius smiles. "Oh, I think I can. Shall we go upstairs, then?"
"Yeah," Viggo says, grinning. "Unless you wanna nail me right here in the kitchen."
"Twenty years ago, perhaps. I'm old enough now that I want to be comfortable." Lucius squeezes Viggo's arse. "Come on, then..."
Once they're upstairs, Lucius kisses Viggo thoroughly, sliding his hands up under his t-shirt so he can play with Viggo's nipples.
"Nice," Viggo says, reaching for the zipper of Lucius' trousers. He gets it undone and then slides his hand across the front of Lucius' briefs, pressing at the bulge of Lucius' cock. "Very nice."
"So glad you approve." Lucius leans forward and rubs against Viggo's hand. He nuzzles Viggo's shoulder, then nibbles it lightly.
Shivering a little, Viggo chuckles. Lucius, he's discovered, likes to bite, and Viggo's been enjoying that. At the moment, it's distracting; all Viggo wants to do is stand there and let Lucius bite him, which is making it tough to get Lucius' trousers off.
One of these days, Lucius promises himself, I'm going to get him to spank me. And then I'm going to do the same to him. For now, he contents himself with biting just a little harder, sucking on the spot so that it'll leave a mark.
"Oh God," Viggo moans, giving up altogether on getting Lucius undressed. He's never thought of himself as liking pain much. Occasional rough sex is one thing, but this is a different and he finds himself going a little weak in the knees. "Fuck..."
"You taste wonderful," Lucius says when he finally pulls away. He rests a hand against Viggo's face for a moment. "At some point, I'm going to have to ask you to simply lie there while I lick every inch of you. But for now..." He reaches over to the nightstand for a condom.
"Christ," Viggo says, stripping off his jeans and t-shirt so quickly he almost trips. He makes it to the bed and sprawls out on his stomach, glancing over his shoulder at Lucius. "Has anyone ever told you that your voice is pure sex?"
Lucius doesn't answer until he gets the condom on; then he says, "I don' t think so, actually." Severus could damn near make me come without touching me, just from hearing him whisper in my ear. "You like it when I talk to you, then?" he adds, straddling Viggo and bending down to let his hair trail over Viggo's back.
"Oh God, yeah," Viggo says, shivering again. "Like that, too."
"Ah, Viggo...so very much I want to do with you..." Lucius licks a path down Viggo's spine, running his hands over Viggo's skin. "I think for now, however, I'm going to start here." Spreading Viggo's cheeks, he works his tongue into him with excruciating slowness.
"Oh fuck," Viggo moans, spreading his legs wider and lifting his hips up. He's had this done to him before and it always leaves him feeling shattered. Clutching at the blankets under him, he moans more and mutters, "Please...oh God...please..."
Lucius chuckles. He'd suspected Viggo would enjoy this; he's pleased to be proved right. Clutching Viggo's hips, he continues, not hurrying a bit. Let's see how many more of those noises I can get him to make.
Noises are about all Lucius is going to get as Viggo quickly loses any ability to get actual words out. He's torn between rocking back to get more of that incredible tongue and grinding down so there's some pressure on his cock.
When Lucius is satisfied that Viggo's not going to be regaining coherence any time soon, he sits up and pours lube onto his fingers so he can slide one into Viggo. "There we are..." he purrs.
Now Viggo knows exactly where he wants to be, and he pushes back hard against Lucius' finger. When he realizes lying flat on his stomach isn't really a prime position for getting fucked hard, he manages to get "wait" out through gritted teeth.
"Yes?" Lucius stops immediately, resting his free hand on the small of Viggo's back.
"Lemme," Viggo mutters, scrambling up so that he's on his knees and elbows. "Better," he adds. "Now? Please?"
"Of course." Lucius withdraws his hand and kneels behind Viggo. Ridiculous though it seems, he's actually a bit nervous as he carefully pushes into his lover. Lover. I rather like the sound of that. "Merlin and Morgana..."
"Oh yeah," Viggo groans, pushing back against Lucius and relishing the slight burn as Lucius' cock presses into him. There are times when, feeling this, he doesn't understand why anyone would do anything except bottom. Feel the same way about being on top when I'm fucking someone, so I guess it all works out.
Lucius holds still for a moment, but he wants it too badly to wait for very long. Grabbing Viggo's hips again, he starts to move, slowly at first, letting both of them get used to the sensation, then speeding up. "I'd love to see you with long hair, something I could wind my fingers through and hold on as I fucked you."
"Fuck," Viggo moans, amazed that Lucius can manage a sentence. He wonders what it would feel like and, more importantly, he wonders what it would take to get Lucius to keep talking.
Lucius takes Viggo's cock in his hand, stroking him as he fucks him. He bends down to lick and nuzzle Viggo's back. Being so close to someone, half-curled around him and deep inside him is almost too much; Lucius has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep from coming. Not yet...too soon...wait...
If Viggo could think, he'd be a little disappointed that Lucius doesn't talk more. As it is, all he cares about is the fact that he's getting fucked just the way he likes it, hard and deep. Plus there's the way Lucius hand feels on his cock, and Viggo's moans turn into loud, deep growls as he stops worrying about making too much noise.
Hearing that sound up close is much, much better than hearing it from down the hall and through a pillow. "Yes...let me hear you, Viggo."
Viggo obliges, babbling some kind of nonsense as he slams back against Lucius. The words "more" and "fuck" and "please" are in there as well as harsh, panting cries that would embarrass him like hell if he weren't so into what was happening.
For all that Viggo claimed to like Lucius' voice, at the moment it's Viggo's voice that's going straight to Lucius' cock. He shoves into Viggo hard and fast. "Viggo--" he yells, and then he's coming, his vision blurring around the edges as he clings to Viggo.
That's more than enough for Viggo, and he gives out a yell of his own as he comes so hard he can barely breathe. "Fuck," he mutters, as he lets Lucius' weight push him down onto the bed. "Jesus Christ..."
"Did anyone get the name of the hippogryff that just ran me over?" Lucius mutters into Viggo's back. "Oof."
"I think you were the one doing the hit and run there," Viggo says with a contented chuckle. Any worries prompted by Jan's visit have retreated into the back of his head and all he can think now is that he's damn glad Lucius chose to stay.
* * *
They've been lovers for about a month now and in spite of Jan's concerns about the escaped Death Eaters, two weeks have gone by and nothing untoward has happened. While Viggo's been making sure he has Lucius' wand on him at all times, he's not any more worried than he has been since Lucius first arrived.
They still have their own routines, although Lucius is doing more of the cooking than he once did, and Viggo is pleased to discover that even though they're fucking each other and are on a more friendly basis, Lucius feels no need to spend every waking moment together. He still reads in the afternoon and while Viggo hasn't been doing much painting, he finds himself spending a lot of time with a pen in hand, revisiting his past as he wonders how he ever managed to fool himself that he was resigned to being a Squib in a magic-using world.
It's mid morning and Viggo's just hung up the phone after a longish call with his agent when it rings again. The call's coming from a familiar hotel and he grins when he hears Sean's voice over the line. "Up for some company?" Sean asks, after explaining that he's in town to do some promotional things and go to a few meetings. "I'm bored out of my skull and if His Lordship is still with you, I assume you're not getting out much."
"Yeah, he is," Viggo replies with a slight smirk at the rather apt nickname. "And um...you were right last time. About him...well, and me, too. We're um...yeah."
"You're as articulate as always about your lovers," Sean says, laughing. "Why anyone thinks you're so good with words, I don't know."
"Because I can tell you to fuck off in about seven different languages," Viggo replies, and throws in a "fuck off" in Maori just for the hell of it.
"Same to you, mate," Sean replies. "They taught me that one, too. I'll be by in a while with some beer and some steaks; we can fire up your grill."
Once the call is ended, Viggo heads to the back door. "Hey," he says, coming out onto the deck. "Sean just called; he's on his way over with beer and meat."
"There's a man who understands what's important," Lucius says. He frowns. "There won't be a problem, will there?"
"A problem?" Viggo asks and then realizes what Lucius means. "Nah, there shouldn't be. Neither of us do jealousy very well; he never gave me a problem about Orli, and I haven't had any issues about him and the latest actress he's seeing."
Lucius nods. "All right. I wouldn't want to complicate matters any more than I already have." Getting up from his deck chair, he goes over to give Viggo a quick kiss, marveling a little at how easy it is to be affectionate with Viggo.
"Mmmm," Viggo hums against Lucius' mouth, his hand sliding down to grab Lucius' ass. He gives it a brief squeeze and then pulls back. "I'd be all for a quickie, but I need to clean off the grill. It's been a while." So damn domestic, he thinks, a little surprised at how comfortable it is to have that feeling. Then again, the last time I actually lived with anyone, it was Chris, and just about anyone is easier to share space with.
"Is there anything you'd like help with?" Lucius asks.
"Do we still have any corn?" Viggo asks. "If you want to get it ready, that would help. Or, hey, is there any zucchini left? If we sliced it length-wise I could grill it."
There is, in fact, zucchini. Lucius slices it with the same concentrated precision he once used in helping Severus prepare ingredients for a batch of poisons. The difference, of course, is that doing this won't give me nightmares.
He's finishing up the zucchini; he looks up when he hears Sean and Viggo coming into the kitchen. "Good afternoon."
"Afternoon," Sean replies, amused at how Lucius seems cool and unruffled even while working on dinner. "Beer?" He pulls two six-packs of Red Tail out of one of his shopping bags.
"Please," Viggo says, going through the other bag. "Fuck, Sean, you think you got big enough steaks? I should go check the grill and make sure I have a good enough bed of coals for these."
"I'll take care of the corn--and yes, I'd like a beer." Lucius says as he finds the corn in the refrigerator and sets it out on the table.
"Thanks," Viggo says before heading out to the deck, tray of steaks in hand.
Sean stows the rest of the beer in the fridge. "You two are frighteningly domestic."
"Yes..." Lucius shakes his head. "I have no idea how this happened, but I've decided that it would be unwise to question it too much."
"Well you may be both a wizard and an upper-class twit," Sean says with a laugh, "but there's no doubt you're a bloke."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment from you," Lucius retorts. "So, thank you. And thank you, also, for whatever you said to Viggo."
"You'll find he's rather dense when it comes to people being interested in him," Sean says after a long swallow of beer. "I have no idea how he's managed it as an actor; we're usually all too aware of the effect we have on the people around us."
"It's part of his charm--he'd be much less interesting if he knew what he did." Like, say, me, Lucius thought.
"There is that," Sean says, and then goes silent, watching through the back door as Viggo fusses with the steaks. "I'm going to get protective here and it's not because I don't think Viggo can look after himself..." His voice trails off as he considers his words. "Or maybe it is that. He can look after himself, but he's also inclined to see the best in everyone."
After another pause for more beer, Sean continues, "I have no idea what's going on here or in that world of wizards you come from, but if you do anything to hurt him, I will personally hunt you down and kick your arse up around your ears." He suddenly smiles, deliberating choosing one of his villain expressions. "And I know seven other guys who would line up for a change at you after I was done."
The smile is sadly wasted on a man who's spent the past three years groveling in front of a madman with no nose, but Lucius nods anyway. "Understood. Since I have no intention of hurting him, it will not come to that, so you needn't worry." Six months ago, I wouldn't have tolerated a Muggle daring to threaten me. Six months ago, I wouldn't have had a Squib for a lover.
"Good," Sean says, not sure that the message got through. But he's done the best he could and now it's time to accept that this affair is in progress. "Need any help with dinner?"
"Certainly. Catch--" Lucius tosses an ear of corn in Sean's direction.
Much later that evening, after Sean himself back to his hotel without once seeming to mind that he wasn't going to get laid, Viggo glances over at Lucius. Lying there naked and looking utterly sated, he's a gorgeous sight and Viggo has to fight the urge to pull out his camera.
"You've been amused about something all night," he says, reaching out and playing with a strand of Lucius' hair, which has been growing out amazingly fast.
Lucius laughs. "Oh, just something Sean said before dinner...he warned me that if I did anything to hurt you, he was going to come after me. The idea that you would ever need protection like that struck me as funny." He runs his foot along one of Viggo's calves.
"Oh Jesus, he pulled that on you, too?" Viggo chuckles. "He lectured me about Orlando, and I'm surprised he didn't give Orlando the very same talk about me. He's a great guy and once you're one of his friends, you're a friend for life."
"There may have been a time when I would have needed a warning like that--but I wouldn't have been involved with you then. Now, well..." Lucius wraps his arms around Viggo in lieu of finishing the sentence.
"It's a compliment, you know," Viggo says, leaning into Lucius' arms.
"Oh?"
"He's treating you like he'd treat anyone who ended up in bed with me, like he treated me when I fell into bed with Orlando." Viggo smiles. "You're just another bloke to him and one he feels comfortable enough threatening."
"Ah." After contemplating it for a moment, Lucius smiles. "I'm glad. I think...I like him, which is perhaps even more unexpected than we are."
"I think he likes you, rather against his will." Viggo chuckles. "Sean is a contradiction in a lot of ways, but his public image is pretty well set in stone as the classic bit of rough and when he first meets people, he falls back on that."
"I, of course, know nothing about anything like that," Lucius says, lifting his chin slightly. He manages to hold the pose for a whole five seconds before he starts laughing.
"Do you know what one of my first thoughts about you was?" Viggo asks as he laughs along with Lucius. "That I could get you a job as a voice coach without any real difficulty."
"Depending on how things go, I may have to keep that in mind." Lucius sighs. He's been trying very hard not to think of what will happen when he goes back, and how much he's going to miss Viggo--and how much he fears slipping back into his old patterns when he's surrounded by familiar things and people again.
"I'm sorry," Viggo says, and it's his turn to pull Lucius close. They've avoided talking about the future because there's no way they can know what will happen. Life during wartime, Viggo thinks as he kisses Lucius' hair.
-tbc-