Chapter Two: Spontaneous Combustion

Viggo followed Sean and the Incubus down a wide hall complete with torches burning in cressets and a suit of armor on a stand. Orli opened a heavily carved wooden door and stood aside to let the Sean and Viggo enter. Sean gestured Viggo to a comfortable chair and sat down opposite. Orli busied himself at a sideboard, pouring dark amber liquid into crystal snifters before bringing them to the men. Sean took his drink without comment, but Viggo thanked the boy politely. Orli gave the man an enigmatic look as Sean's hand closed around his wrist. Sean pulled the Incubus onto his lap and took a sip from his glass.

"Two hundred year old brandy," Sean said. "It's as smooth as... well, Orli's skin."

Viggo's eyes tracked Sean's hand as the man stroked the vulnerable strip of bare skin between the sprayed-on shirt and constricting shorts. Sean allowed his fingers to drift lower, tweaking the taut head of Orli's cock. The boy whimpered softly and Sean met Viggo's eyes.

"Look at him," Sean said. "Have you ever seen anything more arousing?"

"No I haven't," Viggo said with complete honesty.

Sean pinched Orli's pierced nipple, eliciting a soft moan. "So sensitive," he said. "You can make him cum without ever touching his cock. Although his cock is so beautiful, you can't keep your hands off it."

"I can just imagine," Viggo said, taking a healthy swallow of the brandy.

"Why imagine it?" Sean smiled.

Orli made an indeterminate noise of protest as Sean opened the front of his shorts.

"Oh dear," Sean said. "The old complaint again, eh Orli?" Sean winked at Viggo. "Orli's still shy after all our time together; can you believe it?"

Viggo shrugged with a nonchalance he didn't feel. "Perhaps my presence inhibits him."

Sean grinned savagely. "An inhibited Incubus," he said oddly.

"Well, you have to admit that what you're doing is somewhat ... intimate."

The big man ceased stroking the engorged vein on the underside of the boy's cock. "I'll fuck him in front of you, if the urge takes me," Sean said. "And he'll bloody well take it."

"I see. So you enjoy having a certain amount of control over your lover."

"A certain amount," Sean agreed sarcastically.

"And would you describe yourself as monogamous?" Viggo began the Q and A with a provocative question. Sean seemed to be in a chatty mood, and Viggo wasn't going to miss the opportunity grill a suspect on the sly.

Sean's eyes narrowed. "You want to know if I'm fucking anyone besides Orli?" The big man smirked. "What do you think? If you had this waiting for you at home would you go out?"

"I wouldn't," Viggo said. "But I'm not you and it seems to me that you wouldn't have to go far. You have quite a selection to choose from right here."

"So it would seem," Sean muttered, resuming his fondling of the boy's crotch.

"May I ask who owns Lamia's Lair?" Viggo asked.

"You just did," Sean answered. "A man named John Noble owns it; he lives in England."

"And you're the... manager?"

Sean chuckled again. "Sure. I'm the manager," he said, sliding a finger down Orli's cleft.

"What do you think of the crime rate in this neighborhood?"

"I think you ask a lot of questions."

"I'm interested in investing in an establishment of this sort," Viggo said.

"An establishment of this sort," Sean smiled. "I don't think Mr. Noble is interested in partners, but I'll tell him about your offer."

"I hope you'll forgive the false pretenses," Viggo said, "but I wanted to see how the place was set up before I mentioned business."

"No harm done," Sean said. "I suppose that broodingly handsome young man is not your nephew either."

Viggo smiled back. "I hope not, or I'm breaking several laws."

"So you are a couple. You had me doubting my instincts," Sean said.

"Not exactly a couple," Viggo said. "Except in the sense that you and Orli are a couple."

"Ah, I see. He and Jude are probably painting one another's nails about now."

Viggo filed that one away to tell Karl later. He was about to reply when the boy gasped and moved suddenly. Viggo's eyes dropped to Orli's lap, but he couldn't see what Sean was doing to the Incubus. As if reading his guest's thoughts, the big man spoke.

"Orli still flinches when he's penetrated, even if it's only my fingertip," Sean said. "I find it terribly endearing."

Viggo swallowed some brandy to hide his reaction to Sean's statement. Though the detective found the man's behavior reprehensible, it was also undeniably arousing.

"Would you like to see more of Orli?" Sean asked. "These shorts have served their purpose and are just a hindrance now anyway."

Viggo took a breath and willed his heart to slow down before he answered. "Why are you asking my permission?" he said, and paraphrased Sean's earlier statement. "You'll fuck him in front of me, if the urge takes you."

Sean smiled his maddeningly smug smile, as though Viggo had answered exactly as the big man had expected. Without releasing the detective's eyes, Sean pulled Orli's shorts off and tossed them to the floor behind his armchair. Viggo knew he was being tested; Sean was waiting for him to look, timing how long Viggo could resist his desire to see the boy naked. Telling himself that he was playing a part and his character was a man who blustered because he was over-compensating for low self-esteem, Viggo let his gaze drop. Just as Viggo had expected/feared, the Incubus was beautiful from top to bottom with some of the more attractive parts in the middle.

Sean forbore to touch the tempting flesh for a few more moments while he watched the visitor devour Orli with his eyes. Sean bore Viggo no ill will for his lust. No more compelling creature than Orli walked this Earth; Sean was sure of that. He had looked for a long time before finding the boy, a very... long... time. Sean saw the way Viggo's fingers curled around the satiny wood of his chair as if taking hold of Orli's cock. The visitor's gaze, as intense as a Siberian husky's, rested upon the boy's jewels as though granted a vision of the Grail. The man was hooked, but Sean would have to find another Incubus for him. He didn't mind others admiring Orli, but he would not suffer another to touch the boy, especially a man like this Mortensen. This guest was doing his best to veil his true nature, but Sean was used to seeing past disguises of all sorts. He knew Viggo was not what he claimed to be and would not risk an unknown quantity that near his Incubus. However, he had no compunction about doing a bit of teasing. "Did I guess right about you, after all?" Sean asked. "Are you the sort of man who enjoys watching more than doing?"

Viggo smiled slightly, letting Sean make what he would of the expression.

"Ah, I thought so," Sean said. "You like being in charge. Very well. Is your chair comfortable? Would you like more brandy? No? Well, feel free to remove any of your clothing at any time. Do whatever you wish so long as you don't touch either Orli or myself."

"Understood," Viggo said.

"I'm quite serious about that last proviso," Sean said. "If even so much as a drop of your cum touches Orli, you will be banned from the Lair for life."

Viggo nodded, swallowing in a throat gone abruptly dry. He'd done and seen a lot of things while undercover, but this was a first. The detective had always wondered what it would take to make him break character. Perhaps tonight he'd find his personal limit.

"Normally, neither Orli nor I would involve ourselves with a guest," Sean said. "I'm more of a... behind-the-scenes type and Orli, as I've explained, is exclusive. However, I'm willing to make an exception for you, Viggo."

"I'm honored," Viggo said.

"Tell me what you'd like me to do to him," Sean invited.

Be cool, Viggo thought, but not too cool. His character was eager to satisfy his dark desires, but not the kind of man who lost control.

Sean ran a fingertip down Orli's body from the hollow between his collarbones to the end of his handsome cock. The Incubus moved restlessly on the man's thighs and Sean set his glass down. Moving one of Orli's feet to the arm of the chair, Sean eased the other one to the carpet. As he stroked the boy's smooth inner thigh, Sean teased the exposed opening with a fingertip. Orli whimpered as the blunt digit pressed against his port harder each time until it slid within. The Incubus was well lubricated for Sean insisted that Orli be ready for him at any time, but the penetration still caused the boy pain. It was not an agony of the flesh, but rather a wounding of the spirit that made the Incubus twist and cry out softly. "Hush, my own," Sean said, his lips moving against the boy's throat. "I have to get inside, or I can't do ... this." Orli made an indeterminate noise and his pelvis rose as Sean found his vulnerable spot. The blonde man smiled at Viggo across the boy's body and moved his fingertip in small firm circles against the inner wall of the Incubus's sheath. Orli's breathing became shallow and his hips moved involuntarily as Sean stroked him. "Come, Viggo, don't be shy," Sean said. "Imagine you're me and tell me what you'd…" A knock at the door halted Sean in mid-sentence. "Come in," he barked.

"Forgive me for interrupting you," the dark-haired man said as he entered.

"Don't waste any more of my time apologizing, Colin," Sean said.

"The other guest is ready to leave and asking for his companion," Colin said, his eyes on the aroused Incubus in Sean's arms.

Sean turned to Viggo. "Do you want to stay? I'm sure we can make Karl comfortable."

Viggo rose from his chair and adjusted his arousal. "No need," he said. "Just take me to Karl and we'll call it a night."

Sean glanced significantly at the area below Viggo's waist. "At least let someone take care of that for you."

Viggo's eyes strayed to the lovely boy who'd not once raised his eyelids since this bizarre session had begun. "I'm afraid only the best will do for me. It's that or nothing."

"I've told you our motto," Sean said. "No one leaves the Lair unsatisfied."

"How do you propose we resolve this?" Viggo asked.

Sean chuckled richly as he rearranged Orli to sit on his lap facing Viggo. Wrapping an arm around the boy's chest, Sean removed the ring around the base of the Incubus's engorged shaft with his other hand. Holding Orli tightly, the big man rapidly pumped the ready rod while whispering fervently in the boy's ear. The Incubus's eyes snapped open staring straight into Viggo's as he came with a wild cry. Viggo was enveloped by the atomic heat and light detonated by the spark of the boy's climax. The detective's cock jerked and warm wetness spread against his belly as his release bloomed in his groin like spontaneous combustion. His eyelids stung with unshed tears as he tried to focus on something so splendid mortal eyes could not comprehend it as sweet afterglow flooded his every cell.

"Viggo," Sean said loudly.

The detective blinked. Orli's chiseled features were softened and his eyes glazed with release. The Incubus's willowy form lolled limply against Sean's broad chest, disheveled curls catching on the man's stubble. Viggo's gaze sharpened as he returned to reality.

"Colin," Sean smirked. "Escort our guest and his companion from the Lair. Viggo, I hope you'll return soon. I'll pass your interest along to Mr. Noble."

Viggo nodded. "Thank you. It's been a unique experience."

"My pleasure," Sean said, as the detective followed the tigerish Colin to the door. "Sweet dreams."

"Fuckin' Sean, what a bite in the ass, eh?" the Irishman said as Viggo caught up to him.

"What's up with your boss?" Viggo asked.

"He's not my boss, chief," Colin said. "I don't have a boss."

"That's nice," Viggo said, allying himself with Colin. "I'd never call another man sir unless I truly respected him."

"Fuckin' A," Colin responded.

"I told Sean I was thinking of investing," Viggo said. "What I didn't tell him is that I represent a consortium of wealthy men who want their own private playground."

"Interesting," Colin said.

"Do you know Noble?"

"The owner? He's never around. I think he's around a hundred years old and lives in some falling down mansion in Merrie Olde."

"So Sean's pretty much in charge."

"I guess. He runs things for Noble."

"Colin, how would you like to earn some extra money?"

"What would I have to do, chief?"

"Just what you're doing. Be my inside guy when we start negotiating. We'll make it worth your while."

"I'll think about it," Colin said. "But I don't want money. I can get money."

"What do you want?"

"Orli."

"I can't give you a person," Viggo said.

"Then you might want to think about buying a different club," Colin sneered.

"You've made your point," Viggo said. "Now here's mine. I want Orli for myself."

"You're kidding," Colin deadpanned. "You know how I knew you wanted Orli for yourself? Because you have a pulse. I hope you're prepared to put paid to Sean. He won't give the boy up for love or money."

"Surely that's Orli's decision," Viggo said.

Colin chuckled. "Don't be daft," he said. "Orli's got no say in it."

"Sean said everything here was consensual," Viggo said.

"For the guests," Colin said. "The Incubi do as they're told."

"That would constitute slavery," Viggo said.

"Yeah, I know," Colin said. "Do you have a point?"

"That remains to be seen," Viggo replied, as he caught sight of Karl. "Jesus H, what the hell happened to him?"

Colin smirked. "Come on, chief. Orli never touched you and you went off like a cheap firecracker. Imagine what fuckin' one o' the lads is like."

Viggo stopped in front of Karl's chair and the young detective raised his head. Viggo's pulse immediately quickened at the dilated state of his partner's pupils, the gentle, euphoric smile and the listless way the man moved. His policeman's instincts screamed at him that Karl had been drugged.

"Come on, kid," Viggo said nonchalantly. "You've had a bit too much of a good thing. Let's get you to the car."

Colin helped get Karl to his feet and moving in the right direction.

"Would you like an escort to your car?" the Irishman asked.

"I think we'll be all right," Viggo said.

"To be sure," Colin said. "That bonny, big gun in your armpit must be a comfort, but I'd be happy to show you out."

"We're fine," Viggo said.

"Whatever you say, chief," Colin smirked as he shut the door and locked it.

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