Breaking In for koulagirl666

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Title: Breaking In
Author: govi20
Rating: R, mostly for language
Warnings: AU
Beta: mooms
Request: Genres - kink, AU; any ratings; Prompt(s) or general mood(s) - opposites attract, void, future
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It's make believe and completely untrue.



When the solicitor finally called back, Viggo had almost forgotten the entire matter. Stubbing his toe as he zigzagged through his cluttered living room to grab the phone, he cursed under his breath and fell down on his battered, but comfortable leather chair. Holding his toe, he listened to what Mr. Henry Scott, from Scott, Weldon and Winter had to say.

It was now almost eight weeks since old Josh Bennett, who had been Viggo's closest neighbour, had died. Viggo had hardly known him, but out of respect he had waited a full week before he contacted the old man's solicitor. He had his eye on the pocket of land, bordering the west side of his modest ranch.

About six years ago Viggo had worked for several magazines and newspapers, mostly writing political and environmental articles until deadlines and personal engagement finally got to him and he ended up hospitalized. The doctor had prescribed him three months of rest, and after a few anxious weeks, Viggo had started to appreciate the peace and quiet. He quit most of his contracts and kept only some of his columns. As he never had time to really spend money, his bank account allowed him to lead the life he wanted. He sold his Los Angeles condo and bought the Idaho ranch. Having horses had always been a dream of his and now he had two.

His life was good. Viggo had no desire for luxury and, far from the chaotic buzz of city life, he felt content, riding his horses and growing his own vegetables. For years now he had been saving money, hoping he would one day find the perfect ranch and buy it. As it was, his ranch was pretty much perfect, but he wanted to buy more horses, build stables for them and there was just not enough land. If he could buy the Bennett land, it would be the ideal solution.

Mr. Scott had informed him Josh Bennett's only living heir was a nephew, son of a sister who had left the country over forty years ago to marry an English businessman. Mr. Scott said the nephew was coming over to deal with the inheritance within a week and he would speak with the man on Viggo's behalf. Viggo had felt fairly confident of getting what he wanted, because why the fuck would some English guy keep a house in Idaho. He would get rid of it as soon as he could and as there were thousands of acres of land, he'd probably be happy to sell some of it to Viggo.

Three weeks later Viggo had seen big container trucks driving by and when the wind was in his direction, the sound of demolition came to him. Mr. Scott never called back and obviously the nephew had plans for his inheritance other than selling it.

Now, finally, the solicitor's phone call had come and pleasantly surprised, Viggo learned that the nephew, called Sean Bean, was willing to talk with him about the land and would he be willing to drop by Mr. Bean's ranch the following morning at ten?


A celebratory whiskey and then two more made him sleep like the dead and he was up late. After feeding the horses and cleaning the stables he had just enough time to shower and dress. No time for breakfast, which was a shame as he didn't have dinner either last night. There was no way he wanted to piss off this Bean, who was probably one of these 'time is money' guys and would refuse to sell the land. He would eat later, he decided.

The Bennett ranch was a fifteen minute drive and Viggo, arm leaning out of the open window of his twelve year old Cherokee, sang along with the radio.

He whistled through his teeth, as the road bent and he got a full view of the ranch, or rather what had been the ranch. This Bean guy sure hadn't wasted time; the old house was now almost twice as big and it looked like every stone had been carefully scrubbed clean and every piece of wood had been polished and varnished. The original ranch had been square and barn like, now the house had an L-shape. A few vans were parked behind the house, probably belonging to the men working on various sides of the house, but a gleaming red Pontiac Firebird was right in front of the house. *How very fitting for a mountain drive.*

Parking his jeep next to the red monster, Viggo looked at himself critically. *At least your jeans are almost clean.*

He had just stepped out of the car when a man came out of the house. "Mr. Mortensen?"

"Mr. Bean?" Viggo shook the offered hand.

He was about Viggo's height, lean and blond. His jeans were much dirtier than Viggo's, but obviously had a designer label. A hammer and a screwdriver were tucked into a back pocket. His shirt was as blue as cornflowers, the sleeves rolled up to reveal slightly tanned, strong arms. "Sean, please."

"Viggo."

"Nice to meet you, Viggo. Step inside."

Inside the house it was nice and cool and the pleasant smell of wood filled the air. His host, Sean, seemed determined to give him a tour around the house and grabbed him by the arm to steer him into the living room. Viggo, not too keen on strangers manhandling him like that, released himself politely from that big, long-fingered hand resting on his arm.

"You did a great job, Sean. I have been here only twice, quite a while ago, but it looks entirely different." It was true; the house had been dark and mucky. In the living room two men were working on the big fireplace and Viggo smiled as he recognized one of them. The room was big, its ceiling high and light. It had a beautiful oak floor and a huge window gave a panoramic view of the mountains.

They made their way through the house, which seemed in the final stage of finishing.

Finally they were back in the hall and Sean smiled at Viggo. "I am sorry if I am keeping you, it's just that you're my first guest."

'No, I am glad you've shown me and I am in no hurry."

"Would you like a coffee? Let's go to the kitchen and talk there."

The kitchen was huge, with a table that seemed big enough to entertain ten people. Sean poured coffee from a large pot. There was the faint smell of fried eggs and something else delicious, maybe fresh bread. Suddenly light-headed, Viggo leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Viggo?" Sean's voice cut through the fog and Viggo shook his head. "Are you okay?"

"I am sorry, I just feel a bit..."

Again Sean grabbed him by the arm and led him to a chair. "Sit down. Do you want me to call a doctor?"

Viggo managed to smile. "No. It's just that I was in a hurry this morning and didn't eat."

"Ah, well. Let me see what I can do."

Despite Viggo's half hearted protests, Sean opened a cupboard and took out wholemeal bread, wrapped in paper. He cut off two thick slices and then opened the refrigerator.

"Do you like chicken? I have some left from last night."

It was probably the hunger, but the sandwich tasted like heaven and Viggo wolfed it down. It was spread with mayonnaise and Sean hadn't bothered with any healthy green stuff, just the lovely bread and well seasoned, deliciously tender chicken breast.

Sean waited patiently and refilled the coffee mugs, while Viggo ate.

"Thank you so much, Sean. That was delicious and it's very kind of you. I shouldn't have been so foolish."

"Forget it. Happened to me once or twice."

Sean put down his mug and leaned over the table. His eyes were green and beautiful. As a matter of fact, he was quite good looking all together, Viggo realized. He seemed a friendly guy too, but there was something edgy about him, something he couldn't put a finger on, and Viggo wasn't sure he actually liked him.

"So, are you going to sell this place? I guess it would make a really good price now."

Sean smiled. "No mate, I am actually going to live here."

*He's going to live here?* Viggo looked around him a bit nonplussed when his eyes fell upon a pair of brand new cowboy boots standing a little lost in front of the outside door and mentally rolled his eyes. *Fucking hell, we have a wannabe cowboy here.* "But how about your business in England?"

Sean, following Viggo's gaze, grinned. "A bit much, those, I admit, but I just couldn't resist. I wore them for one hour and then was on the verge of tears; no one told me they would hurt so much to wear."

"You will have to break them in, Sean. Just wear them inside the house. Quickest thing, though, is to sit in the bathtub wearing them and let them dry on your feet. The leather won't look so pretty any more, but..."

"More like the real thing. Thanks for the tip, mate. Well, about my business; I have got a good board of directors back home and flying there maybe once a month will do. I fell in love with this place as soon as I saw it."

"So, about this pocket of land," Viggo started.

"Yes, Henry told me about your plans. Now I hope you don't mind, but I've been asking around about you."

"About me? What the fu... I mean why, Sean?"

"Because I have a business proposition for you. Like you, I want to have horses, I always wanted to and now I can. More coffee? A muffin perhaps?"

Viggo bit into half of a lovely blueberry muffin and swallowed. "Can you ride?"

Sean laughed. "What do you take me for? I've been riding ever since I was seven."

"Okay. So what did they say about me? And what kind of proposition?"

Sean grinned again and shoved the box with muffins in Viggo's direction. "Have another one, the chocolate ones are great. They said you are a strange one, a bit like a hermit, but to be trusted. They also said you love your horses more than anything. That's good enough for me. Now just suppose I were to build some stable blocks on the land and then give it to you. In exchange I would expect you to look after my horses, when I am not here. I think that would be mutually beneficial, don't you think?"

Viggo stared at him, the half eaten muffin in his hand forgotten. "You've got to be kidding me."

"No, I am not. Just look at it from my point of view; if you won't accept my offer, I'll be forced to hire someone every single time I am away. Anyway, there's more land than I can handle already. Don't worry about me changing my mind later, I will have a contract drawn up, so it will all be legal."

"But you don't even know me!"

"I trust my instincts; they have never deceived me before."

"Can I think about it?' Viggo licked crumbs off his fingers and then wiped his hands on his jeans.

"Sure. I'll give you my number."

Sean walked him outside to his car. Leaning from the window, Viggo looked at the man. "What if I say no, will you then sell me the land?"

Sean shook his head and stepped closer. "No. I usually get what I want. If you don't accept, I will think of something else to tempt you with."

He couldn't think of a reply, so he just nodded and started the car. Driving back home, Viggo put on the radio, but he didn't sing this time. If he accepted Sean's offer, he would be able to buy more horses and really good ones too. He would be a fool to not accept. There was just something about Sean that kept nagging him, though. *Well, maybe two things*, he admitted as he let his hand slid down to his crotch to adjust himself. *Or three.*


Over the following two days Viggo could hardly think about anything else. He checked his bank account and made numerous calculations, reminding himself that no one in his right mind would decline an offer like that. He should grab the opportunity with both hands and he wondered why he felt reluctant. Having to care for Sean's horses didn't bother him at all; he was pretty sure he would love them as much as his own. Finally he came to the conclusion that Sean was probably right; he had turned into a hermit and now dreaded social contact. He also felt apprehensive about the man and his motives, even though Sean had been nothing but nice to him.

On the third day Viggo finally made his decision. The piece of paper with the number written in firm, readable script, was still in the back pocket of his jeans.

Voicemail. He hated voicemail, hated to talk into thin air and he clicked off, feeling irrationally irritated, because now that he had made his mind up he didn't want to wait. He called again after an hour, preparing to hear the short message again, but this time Sean answered.

"Viggo! Good to hear from you. So, do we have a deal?"

Sean sounded eager and that made things easier. "Yes, we have a deal."

"That's great! I really hoped you'd accept. I'll let Henry Scott do the necessary paperwork and send you a copy. If it's okay, just give me a call again and we can make an appointment to sign. Okay?"

"Okay."

"So, I'll hear from you then."

"Yeah." Viggo hesitated, "Thanks, Sean. Goodbye."

"My pleasure, friend."


A week later Viggo drove to town and parked his car in front of the building where Scott, Weldon and Winter resided. Sean's Pontiac was nowhere to be seen and that made him worry a bit. An elderly woman behind the desk in the huge hall looked at him disapprovingly, but then offered him coffee and opened the door to a light and airy room.

To Viggo's surprise Sean was already there, slumped in a big, uncomfortable looking chair. He wore an expensive looking grey suit and the cowboy boots underneath. For some reason Viggo found it hard to tear his eyes away and Sean smiled at him as if he knew.

"Viggo."

"Hey Sean, I didn't think you were here, didn't see your car."

"Well, I had a flat tyre this morning and was running late, so the architect gave me a ride into town. I kind of reckoned you could bring me home, especially as I want you to see the stables; they are nearly finished. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all."

"Great."

An hour later they were on their way back. Viggo winced when he realized for the first time the seats of his car were in desperate need of cleaning, but Sean didn't seem to care about his pristine suit. *So, what the hell.*

"The stables are nearly ready then?" Viggo glanced at Sean then looked back at the road.

"Yes, the construction went really fast. I hope you'll like what you see. There's more than enough room, anyway. I hope you'll be able to get me a few contacts for buying horses."

"Sure."

"Maybe we can go together, as you'll be buying horses too. I promise I won't compete with you."

"Okay. No problem."

They didn't speak again until Viggo turned up the road that led to Sean's house.

"I left orders for preparing us lunch, I hope that's okay, Viggo."

"That's very nice of you, Sean, but you really don't need to give me lunch."

"Come on, Viggo. Can't have you faint on me again, right?"

"I had breakfast this morning, and I did not faint," Viggo replied, but he smiled.

"Are you sure?" Sean leaned closer. "I think you look hungry, but then again I think you have a kind of hungry face, starved almost, maybe not for food, though."

Viggo swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "I don't know what the fuck you're on about, Sean," he mumbled.

"Oh, I think you do, friend."

Viggo stopped the car in front of the house, next to Sean's car. "Your tyres all seem perfect," he remarked.

"Well, what do you know? Someone must have repaired it." Grinning, Sean took Viggo by the arm and led him into the house. "Excuse me for a moment while I change into something more comfortable."

Lunch was served in a small room at the back of the house. The one large window offered a broad view over Sean's land. The walls were painted in a soft yellow, but were empty. A table set for two stood in front of the window and they sat down. A knock at the door and an elderly woman came in, pushing a trolley with food in front of her.

"This is Mary, my housekeeper. Mary, this is Viggo, our next-door neighbour."

They were served a delicious pumpkin soup, with big chunks of fresh baked bread, followed by salmon in a delicate sauce, baked potatoes and salad. It was food like they serve in fine restaurants and Viggo, usually indifferent about what he ate, forgot his intent to eat only a little.

In between they talked about horses, politics and the new stables and Viggo started to relax. Leaning back in his chair, he patted his full belly and Sean chuckled.

"We will walk to the stables after lunch, okay? Have some exercise. Oh, here comes Mary with dessert."

Viggo groaned as Mary served them each a large slice of rich chocolate pie, served with whipped cream.

"Thank you Mary, that will be all," Sean said.

As soon as the housekeeper had left the room, Viggo turned to Sean. "It looks absolutely delicious, but I don't think I can eat one more bite."

"Nonsense."

"Seriously, I can't." Viggo shoved away his plate.

"Oh, but I insist." Leaning in very close, Sean broke off a large piece of Viggo's pie with his fingers and held it right in from of Viggo's mouth. "You can't disappoint Mary or me. Eat."

He wanted to bat away Sean's hand, honestly he did, but Sean was so close and his eyes so green and determined. Viggo opened his mouth slowly and tasted dark chocolate and something underneath, maybe Sean's skin, he didn't know. Fighting the urge to use his tongue, to lick those long fingers, he could no longer look at Sean, but averted his eyes.

"Viggo?" Sean's voice was soft, but persistent and Viggo looked up. "My fingers are dirty," and Viggo closed his eyes and succumbed, curling his tongue around Sean's fingers, sucking on them shamelessly long after all chocolate was gone.

*What the fuck am I doing, I hardly know the guy, what is happening?* His mind was in turmoil but his body easily gave in to the pressure of Sean's hand in his neck pulling him in even closer. Viggo was hard, rock hard and all he wanted now was for Sean to wrap those wet fingers around his cock. He startled and his eyes opened when Sean suddenly pulled back.

"Good. I knew you'd be like that."

Viggo wanted to protest, but he couldn't, could only stare at Sean as he rose from his chair and - *fuck, but Sean's tight jeans clearly show he's just as hard* - and pulled him up by his arm. "Let's go."

"Go where?" *The bedroom I hope*

"To the stables, that's what you're here for, right?"

*The fucking prick is laughing at you, godammit and you should never have signed that contract, you fool. Now you're stuck with this asshole.*

"I think I'd rather go home, if you don't mind," he said with all the dignity he could muster.

"I do mind. Don't sulk."

Walking wasn't easy at first and the only consolation Viggo had, was that Sean would certainly feel the same way, but after some time he started to relax and enjoy the walk.

It was true, the exercise did him good, even though he was still quite in shock. They didn't speak until they reached a small group of Ponderosa pine trees and Sean pushed Viggo until his back rested against one of them.

"You look confused."

"I am fucking confused." Resentment made his voice waver and Sean smiled.

"Don't be. Just stop thinking." Leaning in, he kissed Viggo briefly, just a short hint of tongue and then his mouth was on Viggo's neck, teeth scraping and surprisingly agile fingers working on the buttons of his shirt. A quick, sharp bite at one of his nipples and Viggo gasped when Sean's hand cupped his erection. He pushed back against the pressure and for a moment Sean let him, then he stepped back. "Come," he said and Viggo cursed, but followed, his shirt open to the waist, but not giving a damn about it.

The stable complex was quite large and well built, but Viggo was more interested in Sean for the moment. They stepped inside the cool, white walls and Sean turned to look at Viggo.

"Well? What do you think?"

Viggo stepped closer, fists clenched, his confusion now replaced by anger. "I think you should stop fucking around with me, Sean."

"You don't like playing games?" Sean grinned. "Strange, I could have sworn you quite enjoyed it only just a few minutes ago."

"What the hell do you want from me.?"

"Seriously? I want to tie you up, have you on your knees for me and have some rough, dirty sex. I am sure we can still that hunger."

This was all so weird, but somehow wildly arousing. Never in a million years would Viggo have thought that....but now he could almost picture himself, tied up and giving in to Sean's whims. He tried very hard to protest, but his voice seemed to have lost all conviction. "What makes you think I would agree to that?"

"Because you want it. It's written all over your face. Let me show you how it's done."

"But I hardly know you. I mean, shouldn't there be an amount of trust between us first?"

Sean smiled, his hands working on the buttons of his own shirt. "Are you afraid of me? What you expect me to do, Viggo? Whip you? Put a saddle over your back and ride you? Relax, this is only a first step. I'll tie you loosely, so you can release yourself if you want to. We'll learn to trust each other; we have all the time in the world."

Shedding his shirt, Sean stood, wearing only jeans, a black leather belt with silver studs and the cowboy boots. His skin was smooth, slightly tanned, his shoulders broad, his chest almost hairless and Viggo swallowed.

Slowly Sean's hands started stripping Viggo's clothes, while his voice, soft and soothing, stripped him of any protest, any word at all and Viggo let him. There were no words in his head, as if he was suddenly living in a void and was slowly drifting into a new life.

"Kneel."

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