Double Lotus: Chapter 7: Warrior II
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brainofckChapter Title: Chapter 7: Warrior II
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muck_a_luck, originally posted at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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 ownporno 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! :)
Acknowledgements: I'd like to thank everyone who suggested ways to get the yoga back into this chapter, particularlywillowwing, whose thoughtful comments made me rethink my plans and brought me to this point. Also, a belated thanks to my muse and beta, uisgich.
Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
Chapter 5: Plow
Chapter 6: Warrior I
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior II)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior III)
It was six in the morning and Sean was about half way through his practice when the knock came on the door. He was bare-chested, sweaty, and a little out of breath, but there was really only one person it could be at this hour of the morning. Except when he pulled the door open, nearly yanking it off its hinges, it wasn't.
He turned and walked back into the apartment, leaving the door open for his unexpected visitor. Not Viggo. Orli.
He stood on his mat.
Mountain Pose. Namastay. He bowed to his guest as a courtesy.
Orli had followed him in and was taking in the room, face calm and tranquil, eyes curious. He stepped into the kitchen. Sean could see him over the bar, looking for something.
Breathe in. Arms up. Swan dive to Standing Forward Bend.
"Do you mind if I make coffee? I've been up since the wee hours. Drove in from London." Orli wasn't really waiting for Sean's permission to make coffee, so Sean didn't bother to answer him.
Bend your knees. Jump back to Chaturanga. Breathe in. Upward Dog. Breathe out. Downward Dog. Breathe.
Orli was rummaging around the kitchen again. He came around the corner with an apple and a banana and hopped up onto the bar, perching next to the coffee maker as it brewed.
Lie on your stomach. Bend your knees. Grip the outsides of your feet with your hands. Lift your chest and legs.
"Bow Pose," Orli intoned in his best yoga master's voice, "an excellent massage for the internal organs." He took a loud, crunching bite of the apple then continued, "You realize the man we love is an idiot."
Slowly lower down. Release your feet. Upward Dog.
"Who said I was in love with him?" Sean asked.
Downward Dog. Breathe.
"Your reaction to finding out about me didn't sound like a guy who was in it just for a little sexual experimentation between friends. You sounded like a guy who was hurt and jealous and pissed off."
Right leg forward to a lunge. Warrior I.
"Viggo doesn't know me very well. You don't know me at all. Maybe I'm just a guy who likes to maintain some standards, even when he's just fucking around."
Downward Dog. Left leg forward to a lunge. Warrior I.
"Fine, look me in the eye and tell me you're not in love with him, and I'll take my banana and go back to London and Vig never has to know I was here."
Downward Dog. Jump forward to Hero's Pose. Hands in Namastay. Lace your fingers. Lift your arms over your head, palms up. Stretch from ankles to palms.
"Viggo doesn't know you're here? I assumed he asked you to talk to me."
Lower your arms. Re-lace your fingers with the opposite forefinger on top. Lift your arms to the ceiling, palms up.
Orli laughed. "Well, he may be an idiot, but let's give Vig some credit."
Come to kneeling. Spin your left arm back and grip your left heel. Spin your right arm back and grip your right heel. With a soft belly, lift your chest. Completely release your neck and head. Camel Pose.
"So?" said Orli, "Can you look me in the eye?"
Return to kneeling. Then to simple Hero's Pose. Namastay.
Sean looked into those deep, dark eyes, and couldn't make himself say the lie. He looked away. "That's what I thought," said Orli.
Sean lay on his back and set his feet and hands. He took several long, complete breaths.
Come to the top of your head. Full Upward Bow.
"I can show you how that's really supposed to be done," said Orli.
Carefully lower down. Constructive Rest Pose.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Orli hopped off the counter and dusted off his hands. "It means, you're a strong, flexible guy. You ought to quit doing that the baby way." Then to Sean's amazement, Orli tipped back, whipping his arms back and over, and suddenly, Orli was balanced on palms and toes, in the full Wheel posture.
"Wow," was all Sean could think of to say.
Orli laughed and let himself down onto his back. "It's a great party trick. I bet I can teach you to do it. Come on, stand up!"
Sean stood. "Cross your arms over your chest," Orli ordered. As Sean did as instructed, Orli stepped right up to him and wrapped his arms around Sean's mid-back. "Try a deep backbend on the inhale. Focus on the foundation of your feet and letting your head relax back. I'll support your weight. Let your front body open up."
OK. Simple enough instructions, except that suddenly Sean was intensely aware of the closeness of Orli's body. Sean tried to re-focus his concentration on the pose. Hopefully, it would be distracting enough to prevent any... well... yeah. He let himself drop back into the backbend. Orli's hands were broad and firm under his back. On an inhale, he returned to standing.
Orli had him repeat twice. When he returned to standing the third time, he was struck that he and Orli were almost exactly the same height. Orli was staring him directly in the eyes, his face serious, as if he were trying to decide something. Finally, Orli said, "I'm going to take you all the way back so that your forehead touches the floor. I want you to let me support your back while you focus on your legs. Concentrate on maintaining the power there. We'll hold the posture for five breaths."
"Alright." Sean agreed. He arched back into the standing backbend, releasing through his ankles, feeling the increasing tension on his thighs. He released his head and neck and trusted Orli not to drop him. He had a brief moment of panic when he felt himself overbalancing, then his head was touching the floor and Orli was holding him steadily. Sean tried to focus on the foundation of his legs and his breathing.
"I'm going to lift you now, OK. Once I start, I want you to lead forward with your pelvis and stand down on your legs," Orli instructed.
Sean was standing again. Again, he found himself staring into Orli's serious eyes. His breathing was slow and deep. But his heart was racing. Probably the fear reaction to the exercise.
"This time, I want you to drop your arms back and complete the pose," Orli said. "When you're ready, lower to the ground and immediately fold into a seated forward bend for the counterstretch."
It was amazing. Sean arched back in Orli's arms, caught himself on his palms, and walked his feet and hands together. He actually laughed, before letting himself down to the floor for the forward bend.
As he bound the pose, lacing his fingers together around the soles of his feet, he was startled when Orli knelt behind him, straddling Sean's hips, and draped his full weight over Sean.
"The counterstretch is very important," murmured Orli in his ear.
Well, that was fine. Except that Sean could feel that Orli was hard, pressing against him from behind. The combination of the adrenaline and Sean's usual reaction to partner yoga was enough to make him feel dizzy, and very glad he was in a seated posture.
"Vig is an idiot," said Orli softly. "He won't make a clean break with me to have what he wants with you. I don't understand it, but I'm so grateful for it, that I would do almost anything to try to give you to him. So what it comes down to is, what are you willing to do for the man you love? He will be as loyal to you as he is to me."
When Sean didn't answer, Orli lifted off him and said, "Let me make us some breakfast before I leave. I'm sure you have to get ready for work, or whatever." And Orli was back in the kitchen, diving into the fridge again.
Sean lay back in constructive rest pose. Trying to think of what he should say to Orli. He let his legs fall open into reclined cobbler's pose and finally he said, "Viggo thinks you hate me."
He stretched out his legs. Savasana. Orli stopped moving around the kitchen. Sean turned his head and saw Orli watching him over the divider.
"Honestly? I dunno. Maybe a little. And Vig has terrible taste in men, so I can't really trust his judgment and just say I'll like you because he does."
Sean couldn't help but chuckle. Then he got up and went to shower.
He came back out to an amazing breakfast. Eggs with sauteed onions and green peppers and cheese. Buttered toast. A simple fruit salad with apples, bananas, and canned pineapple from the cupboard. Orli was already munching his toast and had brought in the paper.
Sean sat down across from him. "So if I understand you correctly, you are proposing what would essentially be a semi-permanent threesome."
Orli looked up from the footie analysis. "I'm not sure. Who knows how you and I are going to get along? Maybe it will work out more like two couples? I'm sure I won't be in your way. I'm lucky to get out here once in three weeks. You probably don't know exactly how big an idiot Vig is. That night you two had dinner the first time? I hadn't even spoken to Viggo, much less seen him, in four months."
Sean took a bite of his eggs and tried to accept it all. That Viggo would wait for Orli for four months. That Viggo had clearly told Orli about their "first date." That Orli was hear trying to bring Sean back to Viggo. That he, Sean Bean, was trying to decide whether he could participate in a threesome with two other men. He shook his head and suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.
"Look," he said, "this is a lot to think about. Don't go back to London. Go to Viggo's have a lovely day with him. Let me think. If I haven't shown up at the gallery by seven, I'm never coming, and you can tell Viggo whatever you want about this."
Orli took that as an invitation to leave. He neatly refolded the paper, took his toast and headed for the door. Sean followed him to the doorway to let him out. At the last minute Sean caught Orli by the arm.
"I wasn't just fucking around. I really think I am in love with him. I'm just not sure I can do this."
Orli nodded, and turned and walked down the stairs.
Chatper 8: Warrior III
Sean's routine is taken in large part from a portion of Power Yoga Total Body, my absolute favorite toy ever, with the shockingly flexible Mr. Rodney Yee. I don't recommend this as the *first* yoga disc you do, but if you are interested, it's a really great, say, third disc to try. After your favorite introductory disc (I recommend Yoga for Dummies), and maybe a shorter power routine.
The Asanas:
Mountain Pose
Regarding Namasty Namastay hands are palms together, fingers up, in front of your torso (some people hold higher, some much lower), like a little child saying bedtime prayers. Often accompanied by a bow and statement of "Namastay."
Standing Forward Bend
Jump Back (wish I could do it. *pouts*)
Chaturanga
Upward Facing Dog
Downward Facing Dog
Bow
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
Hero Pose
Camel
Upward Bow
Seated Forward Bend
Regarding Constructive Rest Pose
Reclined Cobbler's Pose
Savasana
Page one of Orli's instructions to Sean
Page two of Orli's instructions to Sean
From Ashtanga Yoga, by John Scott. Serious, serious yoga!porn. Dude!
Or, wait til any possible sexiness of the story has had full impact, then check out the Bush Yoga variation of this routine. *sniggers*
Mountain Pose
Standing Forward Bend not available
Chaturanga
Upward Facing Dog
Downward Facing Dog
Bow not available
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
That's all the applicable Bush Yoga for this story. Sorry.
OMG! I love his little serious face! And check out his jock strap. You can buy it! *more giggling*
Author:
muck_a_luck, originally posted at rugbytackle, now also in brainofckPairing: 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
Archive rights: Would be cool to be archived! www.Rugbytackling.com only, though. And Green Opals if they'll have me! :)
Acknowledgements: I'd like to thank everyone who suggested ways to get the yoga back into this chapter, particularly
willowwing, whose thoughtful comments made me rethink my plans and brought me to this point. Also, a belated thanks to my muse and beta, uisgich.Chapter 1: Saluting the Sun
Chapter 2: Shava-asana
Chapter 3: Revolved Triangle
Chapter 4: Double Hatha
Chapter 5: Plow
Chapter 6: Warrior I
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior II)
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior III)
It was six in the morning and Sean was about half way through his practice when the knock came on the door. He was bare-chested, sweaty, and a little out of breath, but there was really only one person it could be at this hour of the morning. Except when he pulled the door open, nearly yanking it off its hinges, it wasn't.
He turned and walked back into the apartment, leaving the door open for his unexpected visitor. Not Viggo. Orli.
He stood on his mat.
Mountain Pose. Namastay. He bowed to his guest as a courtesy.
Orli had followed him in and was taking in the room, face calm and tranquil, eyes curious. He stepped into the kitchen. Sean could see him over the bar, looking for something.
Breathe in. Arms up. Swan dive to Standing Forward Bend.
"Do you mind if I make coffee? I've been up since the wee hours. Drove in from London." Orli wasn't really waiting for Sean's permission to make coffee, so Sean didn't bother to answer him.
Bend your knees. Jump back to Chaturanga. Breathe in. Upward Dog. Breathe out. Downward Dog. Breathe.
Orli was rummaging around the kitchen again. He came around the corner with an apple and a banana and hopped up onto the bar, perching next to the coffee maker as it brewed.
Lie on your stomach. Bend your knees. Grip the outsides of your feet with your hands. Lift your chest and legs.
"Bow Pose," Orli intoned in his best yoga master's voice, "an excellent massage for the internal organs." He took a loud, crunching bite of the apple then continued, "You realize the man we love is an idiot."
Slowly lower down. Release your feet. Upward Dog.
"Who said I was in love with him?" Sean asked.
Downward Dog. Breathe.
"Your reaction to finding out about me didn't sound like a guy who was in it just for a little sexual experimentation between friends. You sounded like a guy who was hurt and jealous and pissed off."
Right leg forward to a lunge. Warrior I.
"Viggo doesn't know me very well. You don't know me at all. Maybe I'm just a guy who likes to maintain some standards, even when he's just fucking around."
Downward Dog. Left leg forward to a lunge. Warrior I.
"Fine, look me in the eye and tell me you're not in love with him, and I'll take my banana and go back to London and Vig never has to know I was here."
Downward Dog. Jump forward to Hero's Pose. Hands in Namastay. Lace your fingers. Lift your arms over your head, palms up. Stretch from ankles to palms.
"Viggo doesn't know you're here? I assumed he asked you to talk to me."
Lower your arms. Re-lace your fingers with the opposite forefinger on top. Lift your arms to the ceiling, palms up.
Orli laughed. "Well, he may be an idiot, but let's give Vig some credit."
Come to kneeling. Spin your left arm back and grip your left heel. Spin your right arm back and grip your right heel. With a soft belly, lift your chest. Completely release your neck and head. Camel Pose.
"So?" said Orli, "Can you look me in the eye?"
Return to kneeling. Then to simple Hero's Pose. Namastay.
Sean looked into those deep, dark eyes, and couldn't make himself say the lie. He looked away. "That's what I thought," said Orli.
Sean lay on his back and set his feet and hands. He took several long, complete breaths.
Come to the top of your head. Full Upward Bow.
"I can show you how that's really supposed to be done," said Orli.
Carefully lower down. Constructive Rest Pose.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Orli hopped off the counter and dusted off his hands. "It means, you're a strong, flexible guy. You ought to quit doing that the baby way." Then to Sean's amazement, Orli tipped back, whipping his arms back and over, and suddenly, Orli was balanced on palms and toes, in the full Wheel posture.
"Wow," was all Sean could think of to say.
Orli laughed and let himself down onto his back. "It's a great party trick. I bet I can teach you to do it. Come on, stand up!"
Sean stood. "Cross your arms over your chest," Orli ordered. As Sean did as instructed, Orli stepped right up to him and wrapped his arms around Sean's mid-back. "Try a deep backbend on the inhale. Focus on the foundation of your feet and letting your head relax back. I'll support your weight. Let your front body open up."
OK. Simple enough instructions, except that suddenly Sean was intensely aware of the closeness of Orli's body. Sean tried to re-focus his concentration on the pose. Hopefully, it would be distracting enough to prevent any... well... yeah. He let himself drop back into the backbend. Orli's hands were broad and firm under his back. On an inhale, he returned to standing.
Orli had him repeat twice. When he returned to standing the third time, he was struck that he and Orli were almost exactly the same height. Orli was staring him directly in the eyes, his face serious, as if he were trying to decide something. Finally, Orli said, "I'm going to take you all the way back so that your forehead touches the floor. I want you to let me support your back while you focus on your legs. Concentrate on maintaining the power there. We'll hold the posture for five breaths."
"Alright." Sean agreed. He arched back into the standing backbend, releasing through his ankles, feeling the increasing tension on his thighs. He released his head and neck and trusted Orli not to drop him. He had a brief moment of panic when he felt himself overbalancing, then his head was touching the floor and Orli was holding him steadily. Sean tried to focus on the foundation of his legs and his breathing.
"I'm going to lift you now, OK. Once I start, I want you to lead forward with your pelvis and stand down on your legs," Orli instructed.
Sean was standing again. Again, he found himself staring into Orli's serious eyes. His breathing was slow and deep. But his heart was racing. Probably the fear reaction to the exercise.
"This time, I want you to drop your arms back and complete the pose," Orli said. "When you're ready, lower to the ground and immediately fold into a seated forward bend for the counterstretch."
It was amazing. Sean arched back in Orli's arms, caught himself on his palms, and walked his feet and hands together. He actually laughed, before letting himself down to the floor for the forward bend.
As he bound the pose, lacing his fingers together around the soles of his feet, he was startled when Orli knelt behind him, straddling Sean's hips, and draped his full weight over Sean.
"The counterstretch is very important," murmured Orli in his ear.
Well, that was fine. Except that Sean could feel that Orli was hard, pressing against him from behind. The combination of the adrenaline and Sean's usual reaction to partner yoga was enough to make him feel dizzy, and very glad he was in a seated posture.
"Vig is an idiot," said Orli softly. "He won't make a clean break with me to have what he wants with you. I don't understand it, but I'm so grateful for it, that I would do almost anything to try to give you to him. So what it comes down to is, what are you willing to do for the man you love? He will be as loyal to you as he is to me."
When Sean didn't answer, Orli lifted off him and said, "Let me make us some breakfast before I leave. I'm sure you have to get ready for work, or whatever." And Orli was back in the kitchen, diving into the fridge again.
Sean lay back in constructive rest pose. Trying to think of what he should say to Orli. He let his legs fall open into reclined cobbler's pose and finally he said, "Viggo thinks you hate me."
He stretched out his legs. Savasana. Orli stopped moving around the kitchen. Sean turned his head and saw Orli watching him over the divider.
"Honestly? I dunno. Maybe a little. And Vig has terrible taste in men, so I can't really trust his judgment and just say I'll like you because he does."
Sean couldn't help but chuckle. Then he got up and went to shower.
He came back out to an amazing breakfast. Eggs with sauteed onions and green peppers and cheese. Buttered toast. A simple fruit salad with apples, bananas, and canned pineapple from the cupboard. Orli was already munching his toast and had brought in the paper.
Sean sat down across from him. "So if I understand you correctly, you are proposing what would essentially be a semi-permanent threesome."
Orli looked up from the footie analysis. "I'm not sure. Who knows how you and I are going to get along? Maybe it will work out more like two couples? I'm sure I won't be in your way. I'm lucky to get out here once in three weeks. You probably don't know exactly how big an idiot Vig is. That night you two had dinner the first time? I hadn't even spoken to Viggo, much less seen him, in four months."
Sean took a bite of his eggs and tried to accept it all. That Viggo would wait for Orli for four months. That Viggo had clearly told Orli about their "first date." That Orli was hear trying to bring Sean back to Viggo. That he, Sean Bean, was trying to decide whether he could participate in a threesome with two other men. He shook his head and suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.
"Look," he said, "this is a lot to think about. Don't go back to London. Go to Viggo's have a lovely day with him. Let me think. If I haven't shown up at the gallery by seven, I'm never coming, and you can tell Viggo whatever you want about this."
Orli took that as an invitation to leave. He neatly refolded the paper, took his toast and headed for the door. Sean followed him to the doorway to let him out. At the last minute Sean caught Orli by the arm.
"I wasn't just fucking around. I really think I am in love with him. I'm just not sure I can do this."
Orli nodded, and turned and walked down the stairs.
Chatper 8: Warrior III
Sean's routine is taken in large part from a portion of Power Yoga Total Body, my absolute favorite toy ever, with the shockingly flexible Mr. Rodney Yee. I don't recommend this as the *first* yoga disc you do, but if you are interested, it's a really great, say, third disc to try. After your favorite introductory disc (I recommend Yoga for Dummies), and maybe a shorter power routine.
The Asanas:
Mountain Pose
Regarding Namasty Namastay hands are palms together, fingers up, in front of your torso (some people hold higher, some much lower), like a little child saying bedtime prayers. Often accompanied by a bow and statement of "Namastay."
Standing Forward Bend
Jump Back (wish I could do it. *pouts*)
Chaturanga
Upward Facing Dog
Downward Facing Dog
Bow
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
Hero Pose
Camel
Upward Bow
Seated Forward Bend
Regarding Constructive Rest Pose
Reclined Cobbler's Pose
Savasana
Page one of Orli's instructions to Sean
Page two of Orli's instructions to Sean
From Ashtanga Yoga, by John Scott. Serious, serious yoga!porn. Dude!
Or, wait til any possible sexiness of the story has had full impact, then check out the Bush Yoga variation of this routine. *sniggers*
Mountain Pose
Standing Forward Bend not available
Chaturanga
Upward Facing Dog
Downward Facing Dog
Bow not available
Virabhadrasana I (Warrior I)
That's all the applicable Bush Yoga for this story. Sorry.
OMG! I love his little serious face! And check out his jock strap. You can buy it! *more giggling*
