brainofck

Chapter Title: Chapter 6: Warrior I
Author:

muck_a_luck, originally posted at

rugbytackle, now also in

brainofck
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: G to NC-17
Summary: Yoga for two
Content/warnings: Um. Excessive use of technical yoga talk?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own ~~porno~~ script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles ~~if she ruled the universe~~ if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: Would be cool to be archived! www.Rugbytackling.com only, though. And Green Opals if they'll have me! :)

Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
Chapter 5: Plow

Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)

"I can't just tell him. Announce it. What would that be like? I don't even know if he's ready to go any farther than friendship. God. Ready? As far as I know he's straight and doesn't want any more from me than friendship."

Orli looked thoughtful, "You're probably right. You come out with something like that before you've even suggested a first date... It's gonna scare him off."

Viggo turned his head to look across the pillow at him, "But if I don't tell him, I'm starting the whole thing out on the wrong foot, aren't I? It seems dishonest."

Orli sighed in irritation. He rolled out of the bed and went to brush his teeth. "You're the one who wants this," he slurred around the brush. "There's no good way to do it. It's strange and it's kinked up. If he's really straight, it's going to be even more distrubing than just trying to get him to come over and play on our team... I can't tell you how to make this work." Orli rinsed and spit and slapped the switch, plunging the room into darkness. To Viggo, even Orli's movements as he came back across the room sounded annoyed. He flopped into the bed and yanked at the covers roughly. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling again.

"Look. I can go along with this. But you're the one who has to convince him. And quite frankly, it sounds like you need to convince yourself." Then Orli was quiet. He'd had a very long day and even as irritated as he was, exhaustion soon dragged him down into sleep. Viggo lay awake a long time, thinking.

Now Viggo knelt, damp from the shower, and shook Sean by the shoulder. "Wake up, lover. You've got to call in to the office, remember? And I saved you some hot water."

Sean stirred slowly, and groaned as he peeled his sticky body off the foam mat. "Ugh. I hate to say this, but I can't really skip the enitre day. I'll just call my secretary and let him know I'll be in at 10:00. The hot water sounds good, though."

Sean got up and made his call, then Viggo pointed him to the master bath and stood waiting in the kitchen.

Sean felt loose, relaxed and happy. He ached in some odd places, but was delighting in the well-fucked feeling of an amazing afterglow. It really was a shame he couldn't spend the entire day. But maybe just as well. He flicked on the light switch as he stepped into Viggo's bedroom.

He took in the room with rapt attention to every detail. It was fun to meet an new lover on their home ground. You learned so much about the person by seeing them where they lived. But as he looked carefully around the room, the glow faded fast.

Orli was everywhere. There were clothes much too trendy to be Viggo's strewn about the room. A travel kit was on the bathroom vanity, and two toothbrushes were by the sink. The bed was rumpled and slept in, clearly by two bodies. And everywhere were pictures. Beautiful studio shots of Orli. Orli and Viggo together. A sweet smiling framed photo by the bed.

Sean felt like all the air had gone out of the room. He sat down heavily on the bed, then jumped up, realizing the state he was in and whose bed it was. What he wanted to do was put on his clothes and leave, now. But he was disgusting. He couldn't bring himself even to walk the few blocks home in his current condition. He showered as quickly as he could and dressed in the clothes he'd arrived in. Then he took a deep breath and walked back out to the main room.

Viggo was sitting at the kitchen table, staring into a cup of coffee. When he looked up at Sean, his distress was clear on his face - in every line of his lean body. Sean just stared at him.

"What did we just do here?" he heard himself ask. "Was the bed even cold when you let me in this morning?"

"It's no exactly what you're thinking," Viggo replied. "Will you let me make you breakfast and explain?"

"Really?! What am I supposed to think? We're out here, fucking each other senseless, and your boyfriend's toothbrush is still wet?! I don't do this kind of thing, Viggo. Jesus! I thought the problem for me was going to be the gay thing. But, no. That wasn't so bad. But I cannot be the other man. I won't do it. SO, no. I can't stay for breakfast. And no, I don't want to discuss it. And I don't think we can do any of this anymore, either. And I'll try not to run into you at the club."

Sean turned on his heel and stalked across the large room. If he got out quickly enough, his anger could carry him all the way out the front door. If he cried in the street all the way home, at least Viggo wouldn't see it. And all the better. He could arrive at work with red eyes and a streaming nose, see his 10:15 appointment and then call it a day. His head was already aching and his throat felt tight. He felt dangerously close to throwing up. Yeah, leaving sick wasn't even going to be that far from the truth.

He was halfway to the stairs when Viggo rugbytackled him from behind. They hit the floor hard, with Sean on the bottom, where he found himself winded and pinned. "You want to know what we just did here? Do you want to know what this was?" Viggo’s husky murmur in his ear had more edge. "This was Orli finally giving me something."

"I love him so much. I’d give him anything. But all he wants is my love, and nothing. No phone calls, no visits, no gifts, no photos of us, no paintings, no poems. He comes to me when he can, and he leaves when he needs to. And I hated it, but I could do it."

"Then I met you. I've been falling for you for weeks. And maybe it was cruel, but I didn’t try to hide it from him. I couldn't believe how jealous he was. I think he hates you. But I finally told him that if there was a chance of anything happening with you, I wanted to take that chance, and if he couldn't give me that, I was going to have to get on with my life."

"So he said, 'Fine.' He said yes. And he left this morning to give us some space. Things went a lot farther than I had expected or really meant them to, but the essence of the thing is that I want you, you clearly want me, and Orli isn’t going to get in the way. In fact, he said to be sure I kept you here for dinner so you and he could meet."

Viggo was holding him tightly. The combined effect of his nearness and his words was devastating. Sean's brain was trying very hard to push Viggo's little speech away, but his body had other ideas, and squashed facedown on the floor was becoming an increasingly uncomfortable place to be, as his dick was definitely ready to roll Viggo over and fuck him again.

"Viggo. Get off me." Sean said. His voice sounded startlingly calm and controlled. As soon as Viggo let him go, he picked himself up from the floor and left.

Chapter 7: Warrior II

Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior II)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior III)