The Exorcist

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Title: The Exorcist (1/1)
Author: Jaq (lazulus@livejournal.com)
Pairing: OrliBean
Rating: NC17 (*blinks* Did I write NC17?)
Summary: Sean has a problem that needs the skill of a professional to
resolve
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship, anyone else please ask
Disclaimer: Very much the product of my warped and twisted mind and
I'm sure that these nice boys would never even think of doing anything
like this
Feedback: Appreciated
Notes: UK spelling. I should point out that there is absolutely NO
angst contained herein. No, not a bit. None at all. Sorry! *shrug*
This is for LadyMoonray and GloriaMundi, both for the betaing and for
basically being pervs. You two are stars! And for Jenwyn, for whom
there can never be enough OrliBean goodness.

Six in the morning and Sean stumbled into the trailer ready to be
transformed in Boromir, Heir to the Steward of Gondor. Viggo and
Orlando were already in their chairs, partway through their own
transformations.

Viggo looked up and grinned at him. "Hey, you look like hell."

"Thanks." Sean rolled his eyes and sipped at the coffee one of the
crew had just thrust into his hands.

"Seriously, are you ok?" Viggo gave him a concerned look.

Sean yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Didn't get much sleep, that's all.
And you can take that look off your face Bloom! It's not what you
think!"

Orlando's smirk slipped from his face as he realised just how wrecked
the other man looked. He looked hard at Sean, "What's up? Seriously,
you look really out of it."

"Oh, nothing. I mean it." Sean shook his head as if to clear his mind
and then switched to blokey, jovial mode to fend off any further
queries from his two friends.

Viggo and Orlando exchanged a puzzled look and continued with
preparing for the first scene being shot that day.

Lunch was a complete bun-fight. The hobbits were their usual rowdy
selves, much innuendo was being thrown around the lunch tent and it
occurred to several of the crew that there might be blood spilled at
some point. It also appeared that Bean was the target of the fun.
This, considering Sean's mood, was not a good sign.

"For the last fucking time, you little horrors, I did NOT spend last
night being shagged senseless by ANYONE!" Sean was on the point of
picking up Dominic and throwing him bodily out of the tent. It was Dom
who was the chief culprit of the teasing. He had noticed the dark
circles under Sean's eyes and decided that the older man had obviously
got lucky the night before.

"Oh go on Sean! Tell who she was?" Dom was in full flow now, "Bet it
was that slinky piece from the bar the other evening. She was all over
you. You crafty old dog, you got your end away, didn't ya?"

"Piece?" Sean Astin gave Dom his best elderly states-hobbit look.

Dom grinned back at him, "Sorry Sean. I keep forgetting how right on
you are! Anyway, I'm only joking!"

Sean Bean took this lull as a good time to attempt his getaway. Sadly,
he was caught before he could get further than rising from the table.

"Come on Sean, you can't run and you can't hide. We hobbits will track
you down and wrestle it out of you!" Elijah laughed.

Sean shook his head and in a low voice replied, "It's not a woman."

Every pair of eyes around the table stared at him. He threw his hands
up, "OK! Bloody nosy bastards. But you're just going to rip the shit
out me about this." He sighed and continued, "It's the new house." He
blushed and finally mumbled, "It's got bad vibes." And with that, he
sat back in his chair, folded his arms and stared them all out.

It was Viggo, good friend Viggo, who finally spoke. "Well, you know,
buildings often seem to retain energy from past residents or events.
So, it may just be that, being a sensitive guy, you're picking up
something still hanging around from something that happened there
previously."

Dom couldn't pass this one by. "Sensitive? Hang on, are we talking
about the same guy here?" He leaned forward across the table and fixed
Sean with an amused look, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Yep. Looks
like a sensitive new man to me! Can't imagine 'how' I missed it!" The
whole table burst out laughing.

Sean stood and picked up his things. "Fuck off. I knew I shouldn't
have said anything. I'm hardly the most fanciful person, but you try
being alone in that fucking house, it gives me the creeps!" And with
that he strode out of the tent.

Viggo shook his head at Dom. "That was mean. Sean's hardly someone to
be easily spooked. He must be feeling pretty freaked about it to have
said something."

Having decided that he would rather die than give any further evidence
of his obvious wimpishness, Sean kept his temper for the rest of the
day as he was treated to a thorough teasing by the rest of the cast
and crew.

By the time Sean got home, he was feeling pretty pissed off. Standing
in the middle of the sitting room he looked around him. It appeared to
be a perfectly nice, light, airy, tastefully decorated and furnished
house. He couldn't begin to imagine why he felt such a violent
reaction to the place. As a result of this reaction he spent most
evenings trying to find excuses to visit other people or drag them out
somewhere. Anything to get out of the house. Well, he was determined
that tonight he would stick it out. He'd be buggered if he let some
namby pamby, stupid *feeling* ruin his life.

He had got so far as perusing the take-away menu from a local
pizza-place when there was a loud knock at the door. He perked up,
hoping that it was Viggo come to drag him out to eat, or Dom wanting
to make amends for the teasing that afternoon with a visit to the pub.

Sean opened the door to find Orlando standing on the step, cigarette
in one hand and a carrier bag in the other.

Orlando beamed at him, "Hi Sean. Gonna let me in?"

"Sure." Sean stood back to let Orli move past him into the house.

It occurred to Sean that he had never spent any time alone with
Orlando. They were often together as part of a group, but this was the
first time that they had been alone, apart from the occasional early
morning call, waiting for make-up in their trailer. Not that he didn't
enjoy the young man's company, in fact he suddenly realised that he
very much enjoyed it. Not a man to over analyse, he shrugged the
realisation off and wondered to what he owed this visit.

"I brought you something." Orlando broke into Sean's musings. "Well,
actually I brought you a few things." He was beaming happily, almost
nervously.

Seeing that Orlando was hardly the most sedate of individuals it
didn't occur to Sean to wonder at the energy being given off by the
younger man. "Anything good?" Sean asked. "Alcohol would do nicely for
a start."

At this, Orlando opened the bag and produced a bottle. He handed it to
Sean, who read the label and smiled. "Lovely, I do enjoy a nice
Merlot. Cheers Orli, I'll get the corkscrew."

Orlando watched Sean disappear into the kitchen and tried to remain
calm. So far so good. As he had listened to Sean's explanation about
the house that afternoon a plan had popped into his head. It wasn't a
fool-proof plan, but it was pretty damn good if he said so himself.
And even if it didn't work, it was coming from a genuine concern over
Sean's unease over his living situation.

Sean returned from the kitchen and handed Orli a wine glass. "Cheers.
Now, what else have you got there?"

Orli took a sip of wine and put the glass down on the table. He opened
the bag once more and with a flourish produced a small bottle of some
radio-active-looking pink liquid.

Orli beamed at Sean and handed him the bottle.

The label showed a poor line drawing of a woman (well, Sean thought it
*looked* like a woman) leaning over what he took to be a sink. The
concoction was apparently called 'To Get Rid Of Floor Wash'. He looked
up at Orli, who was now almost bouncing off the walls in glee, and
then continued to read the instructions. 'Mix half a bottle in a
bucket of warm water. Whilst washing the floor, concentrate hard on
the thing you wish to be rid of.'

Sean stared at Orlando who burst out, "I thought we could give it a
go! I mean, it won't do any harm will it? You can just think of it as
an attempt to see off the bad vibes in this place. What d'ya think?"
He looked so pleased with himself that Sean began to smile.

"You're a total head-case, you know that?" He thought for a moment and
then said, "Fuck it! Let's do it! Better than sitting around trying to
find an excuse to get the hell out of this place."

They moved into the kitchen. Sean handed Orlando a bucket and watched
as he poured in half the contents of the bottle and then filled the
bucket to the top with hot water.

When Orlando tried to move past Sean with the bucket and mop Sean
stopped him. "Here, I should be doing that. I am capable of mopping a
floor you know! And anyway, surely it's gotta be me that does it for
it to work?"

Orli thought for a moment. It was tempting. Sean bending over to push
the mop across the parquet was a ridiculously appealing thought. Then
again, so was having Sean watch him do the same. In fact, he was
pretty sure that he could make the most of this opportunity to show
himself off to good advantage. He slid past Sean, "No, it's fine. I
can mop and you can do the *concentrating*. Ok?"

They cleared the floor of the sitting room, moving rugs out of the
way, chairs up on the table, books and magazines from the floor. When
they had as clear a surface as possible, Orlando set to work.

Sean stood at the edge of the room shifting uncomfortably. As Orli
began to pump the mop up and down in the bucket, loading it with soapy
liquid, he felt a strong urge to put his hands over the younger man's
and hold him still. Sean had had this feeling around Orlando before.
Actually, he had it quite often. Orli's energy always made him feel
giddy. He almost laughed out loud at such a ridiculously stupid
phrase, but giddy was exactly how he felt.

"Ok, Sean. Now you have to concentrate on asking whatever is here to
leave. It'd probably be best if you speak out loud, I dunno, just go
for it! Ask nicely, but firmly." Orlando was on a roll, "Explain about
how you really like the house, but how they've really outstayed their
welcome - well, maybe don't be quite as aggressive as that!" He
laughed and continued, "You know! Just, well, just wing it! Think of
it as improv and you'll be fine."

"Or-lan-do. Have you done this sorta thing before?" Sean was
thoroughly suspicious now.

Orlando had finished loading the mop and was about to begin mopping.
He straightened up and faced Sean with a huge, beaming Orli smile on
his face. "Well, not exactly. But, I did see The Exorcist a couple of
times!"

Sean began to laugh. Really laugh. A head thrown back, throat exposed,
adams-apple jumping, teeth-baring laugh.

Orli beamed even wider at him. Fucking gorgeous. Completely, shaggably
gorgeous. It occurred to him that this was going pretty bloody well.
Sean was getting nicely relaxed and here was the perfect opportunity
to show off how nice, thoughtful, and well, just how damn sexy Orli
could be. "Come on, go for it! Just start speaking, I'll mop and, if I
feel you're not doing it forcefully enough, I'll give you a hand with
the channelling!"

Feeling embarrassingly self-conscious, Sean slouched against the wall
out of Orlando's way and began to mumble. "Erm. Well, I. Well, I just
think that whatever or whoever you are, it's time to... erm."

"Cross over!" Orlando interjected loudly. "For fuck's Sean! Give it
some wellie! Haven't you ever seen Poltergeist?" He rolled his eyes
and began to move the mop across the floor in long, slow strokes. He
was aware that his t-shirt was riding up a little and his jeans
lowering just a bit on his hips as he bent over. Good. Let Sean get an
eyeful. Then maybe later, he'd give him something even better to look
at.

Sean coughed and straightened up. "Poltergeist, eh? Yeah. I saw that.
Good thinking, Orli." He took a deep breath and in his best actorly
voice began to intone, "Cross over! Go towards the light!"

Orlando snorted, but seeing Sean's raised-eyebrow glare continued his
work, trying to keep the laugh trapped in his throat from exploding
out and putting the other man off.

"Hear me, foul pestilence, be gone! Away! Out damn spot!" Sean was
getting into his stride now.

"Sean!" Orli leaned on the mop handle and raised his eyebrows, "I
think you have to be a little less Shakespearean here. And anyway,
maybe the *presence*," he made little quote marks around the word with
his fingers, "would appreciate a less over-the-top approach, eh?"

Clearing his throat and trying not to laugh, Sean continued. "I'd be
very grateful if you'd consider leaving and moving on somewhere. There
are lots of other houses that I'm sure you'd find much more
comfortable."

Orli glanced up at Sean, pretty sure where this was heading. He began
to laugh.

"Yes, in fact I know of a *very* nice house that you'd be thoroughly
comfortable in. Bit messy," At this point Orli almost took umbrage but
saw the huge, sexy smile on Sean's face and let him continue. "Well,
maybe not. Actually, I can think of somewhere that you'd really enjoy
hanging out in. Very nice guy called Dom lives there." Orli burst out
laughing. Sean grinned, "Yes. He's also neat and tidy and is a very
good cook. Also got a very nice arse. But I digress."

Not as nice as Orlando's of course. Sean stopped speaking and gazed at
the sight of Orlando bent over, languidly moving the mop, tongue
poking slightly out of his mouth. Lower back exposed as he bent over,
smooth skin, wonderful arse. Christ the things he could do to that
arse. He suddenly noticed that Orli had stopped mopping and had turned
to look at him. "What?" Sean asked as Orli glared at him.

"Dom has a nice arse?" For a brief moment Orli had felt a surge of
jealousy when he had heard Sean's comment. Realising that this was not
the way to go, he decided to try and turn the admission to his
advantage. He shook his head slowly, "Only shows that you *seriously*
need to get laid, Sean! Anyway, as I think that we've pretty much
covered this part of the evening, I've one more thing to help the
exorcism along." He walked over to the table and picked up the bag he
had arrived with. From its depths he produced a small bag. Grinning he
took an ashtray and poured the contents of the bag into it. Sean
watched the proceedings, trying to work out what Orli was doing. At
first he had thought there was hash in the bag, but apparently not.
Orlando made a small heap out of the dusty substance and then, taking
his lighter from his pocket, he lit it. "Incense. To get rid of the
fucking awful smell of that floor-wash!" They both laughed.

"Now," Orlando walked towards the kitchen, "where's the rest of that
wine!"

They spent the next half hour or so sitting companionably, drinking at
the kitchen table. "So, you think it's safe to go back in yet?" Sean
was feeling decidedly loose. He had gradually become aware that the
tension in the air between Orli and himself had become somewhat more
focused. They were flirting mildly. Nothing too explicit, just subtly.
He found he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Orli was great company,
as well as not exactly being hard to look at. At the beginning of the
evening he had been surprised to find that his attraction to the young
man appeared to be returned. Now he was pretty sure it was, he felt
much more relaxed. Maybe it was time to take the initiative. "Let's go
see if the spirits have departed, shall we?" He grabbed Orli by the
hand and led the startled man into the living room.

Orlando calmed himself enough to try and regain his composure. He was
surprised by the physical contact with Sean who was normally very much
apart from the usual touchy-feelyness of the others. They stood
together in the other room, the incense was almost burnt down and had
left a sharp, almost bitter smell in the air. Sean was the first to
speak. "So. What'dya think?" He smiled at Orli. "Did we persuade the
buggers to fuck off?"

Orlando gave this question a little consideration and then returned
Sean's smile. "You know, I do believe we did." He took a pack of
cigarettes from his jean pocket and tapped one out. Placing it between
his lips, he lit it and inhaled deeply. As he smoked he stared at
Sean. Swinging his hips left and then right, body fluid and supple, he
sucked the smoke into his mouth and then, head tilted back, eyes half
shut, blew it up into the air.

Sean gasped at the sight. Orlando, taking this as his cue, moved
towards him, drawing deeply on his cigarette, staring into Sean's
eyes. He stopped a few inches from the older man and, taking the
cigarette from his mouth, blew the smoke above their heads and smiled
in what he hoped was his sexiest, most sultry smile. He ran his tongue
over his upper lip, held the cigarette up to Sean, gave him his best
'you know you want to fuck me' look and whispered, "Fancy a fag?"

It should have been funny. On many levels it was *very* funny. Sean
realised that he could have just laughed and broken the tension. But
the sight of Orlando so close, heat spilling off him in waves,
half-smile playing at his lips, was too much for him. He grabbed the
back of Orli's head and kissed him hard, fast, passionately, knocking
the breath out of the younger man.

"Oh, fuck-ing hell." Orli broke away from the kiss and smirked. He
turned and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray, using this as a
way to compose himself, regain control. He really hadn't expected Sean
to do that. Turning, he took two quick steps back to Sean, grasped his
wrists and pinned them behind his back, pushing him against the wall.
Sean's eyes widened and he gasped out in surprise, "What? The fuck!
Orli."

"Don't fight it, Sean. It'll be so much better if you just go with
it." And with this he moved his mouth over Sean's, lightly brushing
their lips together. Sean's head moved towards him and Orli ducked
back slightly, teasing. Sean tried to calm his breathing, closing his
eyes and counting to ten in the vague hope that he might be able to
get himself together by that point.

When he opened his eyes, Orli was gazing at him with a look that could
almost be adoration. "What?" Sean's voice sounded hoarse to his own
ears. "You're so, utterly, fuckable. You know that?" Orli kissed him
again, this time allowing Sean's tongue to dart into his mouth. Orli
groaned and, letting go of Sean's wrists, pressed himself against the
other man.

Sean's fingers raked through soft, curling hair. He pressed his mouth
harder, tongue searching, teeth catching Orli's own tongue as it slid
in and out of his mouth. Hands, fingers, mouths seemed to be
everywhere all at once. Every part of their bodies were burning. Sean
pushed Orli backwards and, catching him off-balance, tried to
manoeuvre him to the floor.

"No! We just washed it!" Orlando began to laugh a little hysterically.
Alcohol and lust might be muddling his brain, but he was aware enough
to know that he had no intention of being fucked on the floor. In fact
he had no intention of being fucked at all. His intention from the
start had been to be the one doing the fucking. He gripped Sean's arm
and got his balance back. Pushing away slightly he smirked at Sean,
grabbed the belt looped through the older man's trousers and began to
pull him towards the bedroom, trying not to stumble as he walked
backwards maintaining eye contact with his prey.

Sean allowed Orli to pull him into the bedroom. He was aware that he
had let the advantage slip away from himself but strangely wasn't much
bothered by the thought. In fact, he was feeling even more aroused by
this forceful, dominant Orlando. Why not let Orli take control for a
while? He was pretty sure that if things got out of hand, he could
regain that control easily.

Orli spun Sean around so that his back was to the bed and then,
placing his hands on Sean's chest he pushed him flat on his back.
Lifting himself onto the bed and straddling Sean's hips, Orlando
leaned in and kissed the soft, lust-red, swollen lips of the man
beneath him. Sean groaned into the tenderness of the kiss. Reaching up
he ran his hands down Orli's chest and pushed his t-shirt up. Orlando
helped him remove it and then began to unbutton Sean's shirt. As he
did, he licked at the fresh skin exposed as each button was undone.
Having released the last button, he pulled each arm free and dropped
the shirt onto the floor.

Smiling at Sean, Orli lowered his head and kissed his way down the
hard, muscular chest, stopping to circle each nipple with his tongue.
Sean moaned with pleasure. When Orlando reached the top of Sean's
trousers, he worked at the button until it popped open. Slowly and
tantalisingly he lowered the fly until he could slide the trousers
down over Sean's hips and off his legs. Orli traced a finger over the
bulge in Sean's boxers and smirked as Sean groaned and raised his
hips, levering himself up towards Orli's teasing hands.

Orlando pushed the boxers down and yanked them off the panting man
beneath him. He licked his lips and smirked. "Absolutely. Fucking.
Fabulous." Lowering his head he ran his tongue the length of Sean's
cock and heard a deep, throaty groan from the top of the bed.
Grinning, he glanced up and the look on Sean's face almost took his
breath away.

Sean's eyes were half open, heavy lids fluttering, his mouth slightly
agape, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. Realising that Orli had
stopped, he looked down at him and ran his fingers over the high,
sharp cheekbones of the young man who was gazing at him with eyes so
black they looked almost satanic.

"Don't stop." It was the best Sean could do, but it was obviously
enough. Orlando smiled, eyes widening, and then lowered his head to
once again take Sean's cock in his mouth. Sean gave himself up to the
sensation. The heat of Orli's mouth, tongue licking, fingers stroking
thighs, hands moved under his hips and strong, firm fingers gripping
his buttocks, digging into the flesh as Sean moved with the rhythm of
Orli's mouth. The licking and sucking seemed to go on endlessly. Sean
half wondered, through the haze that had settled in his brain, just
how long he could last.

Feeling that Sean was nearing his climax, Orlando took a long,
tantalising lick from the base up to the tip of the older man's cock,
raised himself up and sat back on his heels. "What..? No. No no no."
Sean felt almost delirious. His eyes blinked open and saw that Orlando
was grinning at him, hands still beneath his hips, eyes filled with
mischief. Orli held Sean's gaze as he lowered himself, moving his
hands from Sean's hips to his shoulders. "Out." A single word breathed
out in a gasp, accompanied by the most subtle of head and eye
movements. Sean obliged and spread his arms wide, maintain eye
contact, mind buzzing.

Sliding his hands down Sean's shoulders and along his arms, Orlando
spread himself across Sean's body, until he was lying flat, every
curve meeting Sean's curves, every inch of exposed flesh meeting every
inch of Sean's flesh. Their mouths met in another kiss. Softer, more
tantalising, searching. Groaning, Orli heard Sean whisper in his ear,
"Naked. Now." Orli gave him a long, devilish look. "Actually, I think
it may be time for the last of the presents I brought you this
evening."

He slid off the bed and, making sure that Sean was watching carefully,
strolled out of the room. He was aware that he wanted Sean to remain
as he was, and hoped that the mental instructions he was issuing were
being heeded. Sean lay back and tried to calm his breathing.

Orlando was relieved and gratified to find Sean still doing a pretty
good impression of a debauched Michelangelo sculpture when he returned
from his foray into the other room. He undid his jeans and slipped
them down over his hips. Sean laughed out loud when he realised that
Orli wasn't wearing any underwear. "Boy scout me," Orli grinned at
him, "Dib dib dib. Be prepared." And with a flourish he produced a
tube of lubricant and a packet of condoms, "Ta da!"

"Arrogant little fucker!" Sean was impressed. He would never have
thought Orli had it in him to be so completely shameless, but was
thrilled that he'd underestimated him.

Orli moved back onto the bed and straddled the other man, leaning in
close to whispered in Sean's ear, "So. You gonna do the honours?" He
handed Sean a condom and began to unscrew the cap from the lube.

Sean watched as Orlando covered his fingers with the greasy, slick
gel. Then, realising that Sean hadn't moved since he had handed him
the foil wrapper, Orli glanced down at the man beneath him and raised
his eyebrows. "You need help with that?"

"Little. Fucker." Sean shook his head and ripped the foil open, took
out the rubber, moved his hand over Orlando's cock and began to stroke
him firmly. Orli groaned and threw his head back. Throat exposed, skin
gleaming in the pale light that filtered through the blinds of Sean's
bedroom, he looked almost inhuman. Holding the base of Orli's cock
firmly with one hand, he rolled the condom onto it with the other. The
response was a hard, vicious kiss which left Sean's mouth bruised and
stinging. The sting was eased by a tongue swiping across his lips with
long slow strokes.

"Now. I'm going. To fuck you. Senseless. Alright?" Orlando's eyes
bored into his. Sean nodded, not daring to risk speaking.

Orli spread Sean's legs, raising the knees so that he could move his
hand to explore the crack of the older man's arse. He moved himself so
that as much skin as possible was melded together and continued to
probe, first one finger and then two into Sean's hole. Sean moaned,
leaning up to bite the exposed flesh of Orli's neck where it hovered
above him. In and out, long, gentle, firm fingers pressed in and then
retreated until Sean felt himself almost panic at the teasing. "Come
on. Come ON!" Sean felt breathless, jittery, each stroke sending his
body into spasms.

Finally fingers slid away and Sean felt the press of Orlando's cock
against his opening. Eyes locked together and Orli thrust hard,
entering him in a long swift movement. Sean let out a groan of
pleasure. Orlando moved rhythmically, thrusting in and out, watching
Sean's face intently.

Sean's eyes were closed, eyelids flickering, betraying the
concentration it was taking to keep hold of himself. He began to pant
in time with each of Orli's thrusts. He spread his arms wide and
relaxed into the movement. Breathing in time. Gasping in time.

Orlando felt himself begin to peak so, putting one hand above Sean's
head, he raised himself up a little more on his knees so that he could
take hold of Sean's cock. He began to stroke firmly, keeping time with
his own rhythm. He felt himself shudder inside Sean, and as wave after
wave washed over him, he pumped harder on Sean's cock until he too
came, spilling across both their bellies.

Sean felt Orli slide out of him and watched as the young man rolled
across his body and onto the bed next to him.

"Fuck." The word was drawn out in a long, deep howl. Then Orli began
to laugh. "Fuck. Sean. That was so much better, I mean I figured it'd
be fun but, fuck!"

"So glad you're amused by the whole thing." Sean wasn't sure whether
to be offended or not. But, in the post-sex glow, he decided to err on
the side of humour. "Never had anyone laugh after fucking me."

Orli turned on his side and raised himself on his elbow. Looking down
at Sean he grinned. "You're not sulking, are you? Sean? Look at me!
You are! I don't believe it!" He began to laugh loud and hard.

"Little fucker." Sean failed to hide the laugh that erupted from his
throat.

"Hey! Not so little fucker! And you should know!" Orli settled down
with his head on Sean's shoulder. A strong, muscled arm wrapped around
him and he sighed into the warmth. "Anyway, I'm all tired and shagged
out now. Need to sleep." He yawned and slid his hand across Sean's
stomach settling it just below the navel. "Got an early call tomorrow,
unlike some people. And it's been a very tiring evening. What with
exorcising your house and everything."

"Fuck off to sleep then. I suppose it's allowed, considering all the
energy you used up." Sean pulled the sheets up and across them and was
asleep almost as soon he'd settled his head back into the pillow.

Orlando's eyes blinked open in the half-light. He turned his head and
smiled at the sleeping man next to him. Slipping carefully out of bed,
he rummaged around for his clothes. "Where go. Mmm?" Sean's voice rose
sleepily from the bed. Orli bent down and kissed the forehead just
visible above the sheets. "Go back to sleep. I've gotta get home, the
car's picking me up for early call in 20 minutes."

"Mmm. 'kay. Yeah." Sean muttered and went back to sleep.

Orlando stood by the bed and grinned at him. Giving him one last look
he crept out of the bedroom and into the lounge. As he passed the
kitchen he noted the remains of the floor wash on the table. Smiling
to himself, he wondered if it had actually cleared the house of the
*bad vibes* that had beset Sean the last few weeks. Whether or not it
had, one thing was for sure, the Man Trap Incense had certainly done
its job.