Part 14

The day progressed quickly, as Lord Viggo spent the day walking through the 
lands with Lord Lee, commenting on how well he kept this lands. Lord Lee 
responded that he had an excellent staff, and his grounds man kept everything in
exquisite order. Viggo had tried to start up their conversation as they walked 
by the lake, but the old man had found objection to this.

“I do so much prefer to speak of matters of finance under the serenity of night
with the heat of a fire nearby.” Lord Lee had said, letting the other man know 
that for the time being, the matter was closed. Viggo had accepted immediately,
not wanting to aggravate the man and hinder his chance of getting his requests
granted.

The man did not spend the whole day with the older Lord, as Lee came on with a 
headache and said that he needed to retire for a few hours, and would rejoin him
at dinner. Lord Lee had actually not had a headache in probably twenty years, 
but he no longer wished to stay in the company of the blonde Lord any longer. He
had other matters to attend with which he could pleasantly pass his hours. He 
excused himself from his fellow aristocrat when they returned to the house and 
made his way to the grand front entrance. 

Lord Lee looked about for one of his many servants, and his eyes fell on young 
Miss Winslet. The woman was carrying a basket of used linens, carrying them down
the stairs after stripping them from the recently vacated beds of the guests. 
Lee called her name and beckoned her with a crooked finger. 

“Yes sir?” she asked, adjusting the hold of the basket so it rested on her hip.

Lord Lee leaned in close to her and quietly told her to send Bean to his rooms,
as he needed a word with him. Miss Winslet nodded, hoping that the mysterious 
blonde grounds man had not done something to displease their employer.

Lord Lee thanked her and made his way for the stairs, looking up them with
distaste before taking a deep breath and grabbing the handrail. Miss Winslet 
watched the old man with a grin, knowing how much he enjoyed putting on a show
of his age. Remembering her task, she quickly moved to do his bidding, hoping 
that Bean would not be difficult to locate…or in a position that would be 
embarrassing to find him in. 

She made her way to the laundry room to deposit the basket of clothes, and on 
her way out through the kitchens, she saw Orlando sipping tea with Elijah and 
Miss Blanchet. Miss Winslet sighed in relief that Sean was not otherwise engaged
with the pretty brown haired object of his affection, and crossed the room over
to the young Brit.

“Orli, have you seen Sean about today? The Lord Lee requires an audience with 
him and I have no idea where to look.” She tried not to giggle as the young man
colored prettily as he thought before he quietly said, “Um…I do believe he 
should be out back, cleaning the windows of the sun parlor. That is where I last
saw him at least.”

“More like last snogged him,” Elijah said with a laugh. “We all know what you 
do, Orlando Bloom. You cannot hide your wicked ways from me.”

“I know not what you speak of!” Orlando assured him with mock dismay. “I am 
still very pure and wholesome.”

Everyone laughed.

“The very picture of innocence, when I find you on the billiards table with your
lets around Sean’s waist,” Miss Winslet said, hiding her grin with the back of
her hand as she spoke, which was immediately followed by a little gasp from 
Orlando.

“You were not supposed to tell about that” Orlando reminded her quietly.

“Oh come on, Orli, everyone knew. That is why Lord Ian was so very intent on 
taking his cigarette in the billiards room. He even asked Lord Lee if he could 
buy the table from him!” Miss Blanchet joined in, the apples of her cheeks 
turning a bright rose red as she spoke. 

“No! He didn’t?!” Orli asked, horrified. “Then Lord Lee knows as well?”

“Oh yes!” they all cried in unison. 

Orlando whimpered and hid his head in the folds of his arms on the tabletop.

Elijah was done tormenting his friend yet. “Is there any virgin orifice left on
your body?” he asked, lifting Orlando’s face from the table and examining it, 
loving the deep crimson the youth’s cheeks had taken on. He giggled when he 
pointed to Orli’s left nostril. “Here, this is the last one!” he cried with 
glee. 

The ladies were most scandalized. 

“Elijah!” Miss Blanchet exclaimed, holding her hand over her heart. “That sort 
of talk is most inappropriate!” 

“I do agree” Miss Winslet said, her face the picture of composure. “Allow the 
poor boy to at least have virgin nostrils…he is still a young thing and needs to
save a few experiences for his older age!”

They all howled in laughter. 

“My ears are virginal as well!” Orlando said, immediately mortified when he 
realized how much he had revealed in that statement. He his once again in his 
arms. 

“No they are not,” Miss Blanchet said. “I am fairly certain that I do recall 
Miss Winslet describing how Mr. Bean her inserted his tongue there while he had
you ‘engaged’ on the Billiards table.” This only evoked more roars of laughter
before Miss Winslet dried her leaky eyes with the back of her hand and walked to
Orli, loudly kissing the top of his bowed head and scratching the back of his 
neck affectionately. “We still love you…even if you are a tart” she said with a
giggle. “I must be off, but do not say anything of importance until I return” 
she ordered the others as she walked out the door to look for Sean Bean.

The day was a rather warm one, and the sun shone its brightest at that time of 
day, so Miss Winslet was most glad to find Bean in the exact location Orlando 
had expected him to be. She had not spoken to the man much herself, and he was 
quiet around all but Orlando, so he had always been a little intimidating to her
in the past. Now though, after hearing all of Orlando’s stories, she felt she 
knew her herself, and she approached him as she would anyone else.

“Sean?” she called to him on the ground, looking up at him at his perch on the 
ladder as he cleaned the tall windows. “Sean, Lord Lee needs a word with you!”

The blonde man looked down at her and wiped a the back of his hand across his 
forehead. “He needs a what?” he asked, his northern accent particularly thick 
then he was hot and fatigued. 

“He needs a word!” she repeated, resting her hands on her hips. 

The man nodded. “I shall go see him in a moment. Thank you.” He wiped the 
remaining water off of the window and made his way down the shaky wooden ladder.
He nodded to Miss Winslet as he passed her, quiet as usual, yet his passionate
eyes burned. Oh, how she envied Orlando…that lucky little beast. Not being a 
spiteful woman though, Miss Winslet had to smile as she thought of the little 
darling. He was so very lovable, the damned sprite. At least she still had the 
power to make him blush and squirm in her own small way, and that was enough.



Sean walked up through the back entrance of the house and made his way to the 
main staircase. He did not know whether he desired to encounter Lord Viggo 
Mortensen along the way or not. He had been furious when he had walked into the
library and seen Orlando cornered against the bookshelf by the odious man. Part
of him…the part from a rough town in northern England…wanted to see the man 
again and call him out for his despicable behavior. The other part merely wished
for the man to leave and never bother either him or Orli ever again. 

He neared the old man’s study and immediately recognized the particular scent of
a fine cigar wafting from the room. He could not help a slight smile as he 
recognized the scent of the forbidden cigar. Miss Dench had told him many years
ago that he needed to cut down on his smoking, and that the vile cigars merely 
stunk up the house for days and he could live without. Lord Lee had conceded,
but naturally he indulged every once and a while…and today was definitely a day
for indulgence. 

Sean stood in the doorway, leaning his arm against the frame as he waited for 
the older man to notice him. Christopher finally felt eyes on him and turned, 
greeting Sean with a cloud of smoke. “Well, good day Bean, I trust that all of 
the leaks in the roof are patched and the windows are sparkling clean.”

Sean laughed. “Of course they are, you old bastard.”

Christopher chuckled and went to go sit in his favorite stuffed chair, holding 
out an arm to offer Sean a seat.

“So, Miss Winslet insisted that you needed to speak to me,” Sean said, taking a
seat beside the man on the other chair. The chair was in pristine condition, as
for the past sixty years of his life, Lee had only sat in the one stuffed chair.
Years ago, Miss Dench tried to get him to buy him a new one, but that was the 
one thing he had vehemently opposed. Sean knew that the real reason why Lee 
clung to the chair as though it were the Crown Jewels was that David had bought
it for him all those years ago. That was why the old man refused to even 
re-upholster the hideous chair, despite that the fabric was almost completely 
worn through and had been stitched and patched all over.

“Sean, I would like to talk to you. It is nothing urgent, I would just like to 
have some conversation with a familiar pleasant face, after spending a day with
Mortensen and knowing I have to talk to him again tonight.” Lee sighed and took
another puff of the cigar, examining it appreciatively. 

Sean could not help the look of distaste that crossed his face when he heard the
other Lord’s name. This, like everything else, was of course noticed by Lord 
Lee, and he immediately looked at the man with question.

“Oh…I found Orlando in the library, cornered by the very manly Lord Viggo 
Mortensen. It took every fiber of my being to not punch that man.”

“Such admirable restraint” Lee said. “I have seen the looks that wolfish sir 
Viggo has been giving our sweet Orlando.”

“Our?” Sean asked, an eyebrow quirking.

“Please,” Lee said. “You know I already love the gentle young Bloom as my son in
law, have we not been over this”

“Yes” Sean chuckled. “It all just still seems a little other worldly to me.”

Lord Lee took out another cigar and handed it to Sean, and the man accepted it 
gratefully. Lee closed the box and put it back in its hiding place. “I do not 
want you to worry, I will keep an eye on Mortensen and his interactions with 
your Orlando.”

“Thank you, Chris.” Sean said. “I trust Orlando completely, but I do not trust 
Mortensen at all. I would hate to think what would have happened if I had not 
entered when I had. Orlando is no weakling…”

“But Viggo is no weakling either, and he has many points of strength in his
favor. He also is manipulative, a quality of which Orlando has absolutely none,
bless his heart. I understand your worries, Sean, believe me. Besides, he leaves
tomorrow, and then you both shall be rid of him for probably a year, and by that
time, he will have moved on and completely forgotten the doe eyed Orlando.”

Sean smiled and nodded, relaxing back into his seat. He rested his spare hand on
his thigh, and the other once again brought the cigar to his lips. Now that the
tension of Mortensen had been discussed, they were free to banter in their usual
manner. 

“I am surprised to see you in my chambers while the sun still lingers in the 
sky, as you normally only visit me under the cover of darkness. Do you want 
people to get the wrong impression?” Christopher asked with a wink.

“Oh of course, it has always been my desire to have the household think that I
am your personal manservant. I am sure that Orlando would be delighted.” Sean’s
smile crinkled the delicate skin around his eyes. Sean’s smile and laugh were
infectious, and Lee found himself chuckling along with the grounds man. 

“We both value our privacy, I suppose.” Sean said, leaning over to playfully 
slap the old man’s leg. It was true. Sean did not want everyone gossiping about
him and Lord Lee, and he knew that the old man did not want everyone knowing 
that he told Sean of all his personal affairs. They had a good confidence, and 
liked it that way. 

“I have a few things for you,” Lord Lee said, rising from his seat with a groan.
He clutched his back when the joints complained at the movement and muttered 
something about the bleakness of old age. He walked to his desk and pulled out a
small box. He carried it back over to his stuffed chair, and sat down again, 
holding the box on his lap. He motioned for Sean to sit closer so that they 
could both examine the contents. Sean immediately complied, scooting his chair 
as close as he could to the old man’s.

Lee opened the bow, and withdrew a very old leather cloth. Without opening it,
he placed it on his lap before he set the little box on the floor beside him. He
then took the cloth and slowly unwrapped it, bearing inked inscriptions on its 
tan front. 

Sean watched in wonder as a map was revealed to him. 

It was an old map, from the looks and writing script of it. Sean could not 
exactly plot its location, and then he realized that it was on the coast near 
the South, the area where he knew that Lord Lee had originally been from. “What
is this then?”

“Do you remember how I told you about the caverns where the real wealth of my 
family was hidden?”

“Of course, you have mentioned it to me many times.”

“And you also know that I intend to leave it to you when I pass on…no protests 
now. My son is dead, and I would rather leave my legacy to you instead of that
Mortensen and his kind. This is the map to that buried treasure. I thought that
now would be as good a time as any to give it to you, as in my old age, my days
are unsure. I want to make sure you are provided for, especially considering 
your coming marriage.”

Lord Lee held the map out to Sean who accepted it with many thanks as he 
examined it. The man continued. “My family always kept it as a sort of reserve,
or treasury. We had always done very well financially, so it was never really
touched…only added to. I am the end of my line, so it is yours now to do as you
will. Worry not about spending it, for you could not spend it all in one 
lifetime.”

Sean’s head darted up, his eyes were wide in astonishment.

Lee leaned in. “If you and Orlando so desired, you could live here for the rest
of your days, or you could move on, and live as nobles. No one would know. My 
son is dead and has no need of his name…no one would ever question you.”

“I do not think that I would ever take on the name of your dead son…only recall
you in my memories as my beloved father.”

Lord Lee looked touched, and could find no words for his gratitude, so he merely
clasped a hand on Sean’s shoulder, before fondly patting his head. “I thank you
for that, my boy. As you will hopefully never have to learn, all the money in 
the world cannot replace love. Despite all the coin in my accounts, or the 
measure of my estate, with your words, you have only just now proven me a 
wealthy man.”

“As you have made me in all the years of care and equality you have shown me.” 
Sean said, resting a hand on the man’s arm. He carefully folded the map again 
and placed it in his boot, making sure it was secure before returning to Lee 
again. The old man was gazing idly at the fire, a contented smile on his face.

“Ian would not leave me alone about the damned billiards table.” Lee chuckled.
He looked to Sean with mock distain. “That is the last time I want you two 
fornicating on top of my accessories.”

Sean could not help the deep laugh that came up from his belly and resounded off
the walls. “Or perhaps the last time you tell him about us fornicating on your 
appliances. One cannot control the call of passion, be it forest shack or 
billiards table.”

“I always knew that was what he did during all that time in the woods,” Lee said
quietly to himself, a little note of triumph in his voice. Then he scowled at 
Sean. “Damn you Bean…you have cost be a perfectly good valet. He does not think
of me anymore…only of you…and your goings on in the shack and on my poor 
billiards table I should think.”

“Would you rather I not tell you after the fact?”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. Where else would I get my entertainment?”

“You could create some of your own, I suppose…” Sean suggested with a 
mischievous glint in his eye.

“Me? At my age? I would probably throw my bloody hip…” Christopher grumbled. “No
no, I leave such frolicking to you and your lover, just so long as you provide 
me with ample imagery.”

“Naturally” Sean returned the joke warmly. He looked out the window and saw that
the sun was setting in the sky, and turned back to Lord Lee. “What time is Miss
Blanchet setting dinner down today?”

“Any moment probably,” Lee said. I told Orlando to fetch me when she called for
it.” He fixed Sean with a look. “And no fair waiting behind with him in here, I
need him in top condition tonight, and I need his assistance before dinner. I am
afraid that that two of you shall have to wait until after dinner when I retire
for my conversation with Lord Mortensen. Do stay close then, I am sure that I 
will need much consolidation afterwards.”

“I understand completely. We will be downstairs in the laundry room. I will tell
Miss Winslet that we will take over for her tonight.”

“Very good. Oh…before you go though, Sean, I have something else for you.”

Sean watched him in question as he rose from his chair and walked over to his 
wardrobe. He pulled open the bottom drawer and extracted a sort of folder. He 
was turned away from Sean, so the man could not see what he was doing, but soon
he turned back to the man and reveled a piece of parchment. He held the 
parchment carefully in his hand as he walked back, watching the floor and not 
locking eyes with Sean.

He sat down again in the overstuffed chair and finally turned to Sean once 
again. “I made this, one rainy night a while ago, while watching a sleeping 
angel.”

Sean lost all track of what Lord Lee said as soon as the parchment was turned to
face him.

It was Orlando.

No…it was not just a picture of the youth, as he lay sleeping on the sofa Sean 
well recognized as the one in the old man’s rooms with one arm gracefully draped
over the cushion by his face and the other resting on his smooth stomach…it was
also Orlando’s delicacy, Orlando’s purity, Orlando’s innocence. As he gazed upon
the perfectly drawn image, he swore he could smell the sweet fragrance of the 
youth’s hair from the soap he used mixed with his own natural scent. It exuded 
the natural warmth and radiance that Orlando possessed and produced a warm 
feeling in his stomach.

The boy was nude…his upper body completely bare, yet it seemed so natural for 
his classic physique. One leg looked as though it had once been raised at the 
knee, but now slumped over, bearing the long limb to Sean’s eyes while the thigh
of the other was covered by the blanket that was draped over it. Sean knew that
Orlando often moved in his sleep, fidgeting and searching for that most 
comfortable position. He figured the youth must have been doing such a thing, 
causing a blanket that had been placed over him to gradually slip down his 
slender body. It now rested across only his pelvis and thigh, baring a 
tantalizing glimpse of dark pubic hair and the beginning of the slender column 
of his relaxed member. One gently rounded his was fully bared to Sean’s vision,
as well as the length of his thigh. 

He was beauty incarnate.

If Sean had never before seen or known Orlando, he would have fallen in love 
with him at the sight of Lord Lee’s drawing. It was perfect. 

Sean finally looked up at Christopher Lee with wonder and extreme gratitude in 
his eyes, which were against his will filling with unshed moisture. He did not 
know what to say to the Old man and father figure that gave him such a splendid
work so obviously crafted for him alone. In the end, all he could manage to say
was, “Thank you.”

Lord Lee took the younger man into an embrace, holding him close and taking his
gratitude from the tightness with which his grounds man held him. “You are most
welcome young man. I wanted to give you something you could really remember be
by.”

“There would never have been any question in that,” Sean assured him, blinking
back the moisture in his eyes. “Never.”


The dinner was a very short affair, as there was only the two men dining, and 
they ate in relative silence. They stuck to secure, idle chatter such as on the
full body of the wine and the tenderness of the meat. The servants were very 
quiet, none really catching Lord Viggo’s eye as they passed. Viggo could not 
help but smile at this, as he knew his power of intimidation, and was proud of 
it. 

As they finished their dinner, Lord Lee made a suggestion in passing that they 
should retire to his study for a drink and cigarette. Lord Mortensen of course 
agreed to this readily, and soon they left the table, retiring to their rooms to
receive their smoking jackets before they met in the study. 

Lord Lee’s study was very close to his room, as he was prone to stay up late and
always hated to be idle. Both spaces were very personal to them, and both were 
where he was most comfortable. He definitely wanted to be as comfortable and in
his realm if he was going to have to talk to Mortensen and say what he had to 
say.

Lee had ordered Orlando to bring him a bottle of bourbon for the conversation, 
which he was sure the both of them would take advantage of. He let the chairs be
arranged around the fireplace that Orlando had lit before he left. 

Evidently, the boy had not been left alone all day. Mortensen had found him at 
many different times, giving him looks and smiles. When he was sitting outside,
he had offered a drink to the young servant, patting the seat beside him and 
would not be satisfied until the boy sat beside him for a moment. Viggo had 
patted his lap, indicating he wanted the youth to sit there, but Orlando had 
shaken his head, a determined expression on his face. 

“I am sorry sir, but I fear that I must take my leave…”

Viggo caught him about the waist and pulled him down onto his lap, grabbing his
chin to pull the soft lips against his own. “Do not play coy, my sweet,” he said
as he pulled Orlando’s mouth against his own. 

Orlando cried out and pulled away, slapping Lord Mortensen across the face. “You
do forget yourself sir,” he said, anger and warning in his trembling voice. He 
turned and fled the room before Viggo could grab him again in his firm grip and
finish what he started. 

Later, he had seen him in the hall, and Orlando had merely hurried past without
looking at him. For the rest of the day, he had ignored the Lord’s looks and 
advances, and had merely forced a smile and nodded when the man offered him a 
flower before hurrying away.

Lee felt bad for the beautiful youth. He knew the boy was unconscious of his 
looks, and was shy around the attentions of men. He only really opened up around
Sean, and when they were alone. Beauty always came with a cost though, and the 
lovely boy who never led anyone on was often pursued with unwanted affection. 
This made what he had to say to Lord Mortensen that night even sweeter.

A nock at the door followed by the figure of Lord Mortensen entering the room 
greeted him, and he forced a little smile. “Ah, Lord Mortensen, there you are.”

“Please, Christopher, I do wish you would call me Viggo, Christopher, I had 
hoped we were closer than this.” Viggo said, walking forward and sitting beside
the old man before the fire. 

“Very well then, Viggo.” Christopher said, his voice naturally dry and hiding 
its true tone. The man motioned to the fire, “Is it too warn for you?” he asked
the other man. 

“Oh no, I do quite prefer warmer temperatures. Besides, I enjoy the tone set by
the fire.” Viggo said, gazing into the serpentine flames. 

“Very well,” Lee said, sitting back in his chair. “I sent my valet for some 
bourbon, I do hope it is to your liking.”

Viggo smiled when Lee mentioned Orlando, and nodded. “I do indeed enjoy a fine 
drop such as that, and it is a worthy accompaniment to such a night as this.”

In a few minutes, there was a tentative knock on the door. Lord Lee turned to 
watch the youth enter the room. Orlando opened the door and closed it carefully,
not wanting to disrupt the tray he was carrying. Lee was greeted with a warm 
smile when the boy saw him, but the smile was quickly erased and he saw the
youth’s breath hitch. He turned to see what had caused the reaction, and he saw
that Mortensen had turned in his seat and was offering the pretty youth a 
predatory smile.

“Hello…Orlando,” the man said, affixing the youth with an unblinking gaze of 
hunger. 

Orlando hated the way his hands shook as he carried the tray, and took a deep 
breath to compose himself. He carried the tray and set it on the little table 
between the two chairs occupied by the men. As he set the tray down, he felt a 
large hand on the lower swell of his buttock. He froze, but refused to look. He
was merely embarrassed that Mortensen could not keep his hands to himself even 
around a respectable man like Lord Lee.

He straightened, and looked to Lord Lee. “Is there anything else you require, 
sir?” he asked, his voice tight but strong.

“No thank you dear boy, that is all I need of you. You are free for the 
evening…spend it as you like…but as you know, do remain close in case I need to
find you.” Lord Lee said, a comforting warmth in his voice and a gentle hand on
his arm. He smiled at the boy before shooing him away, which Orlando gladly did.

Lee focused his attentions to Lord Mortensen and said in a voice of stone, “I do
not know how you treat servants in your own home, but here, I do not condone the
careless fondling of servants.”

Mortensen kept a straight face but was very surprised that the old man had
noticed him cup Orlando’s buttock, and even more so that he cared. “I meant no
offense to you, sir. I normally would not behave so either, but Orlando and I 
have a different sort of relationship.”

“Do you now?” Lee asked, his voice and eyes no warmer than a moment before.

-Orlando entered the pantry and saw Sean leaning against the heavy chopping 
table. He smiled prettily at the man as he closed the door and folded his hands
behind him like a coy schoolboy.-

“Indeed.” Viggo said. He remembered seeing Orlando being fucked on a table by 
that blonde man…Sean…He grit his teeth as he though of how much fun it was going
to be to take Orlando as his own. “I could not help but notice his exquisite 
beauty the first time I saw him. He is indeed a rare creature.”

“Orlando is a flower not often seen, and you are not alone in this thought for 
that is what most think when they see him. Few though take the time to know him
for who he is though instead of how he looks.” Lee talked as though he wanted 
the subject to end, so Viggo decided to be brief and to the point. 

-Orlando slowly crossed the short distance over to Sean, looking up at him 
through thick lashes, a devilish little smile spread on his full lips. He
stopped before the man and looked up at him, their bodies almost pressed flush
up against each other. Sean did not take hold of him, but lowered his mouth to 
gently caress the youth’s rosy lips with his own.-

“I have been watching him since I first arrived, and I have seen how he watches
me as well. I must say, I am completely taken by him in every way, and I was 
hoping you would allow me to do something unconventional and take his hand in 
marriage.”

-Orlando slid down Sean’s body to rest on the cold stone floor on his knees. He
nuzzled the man’s clothed member that was growing and hardening under his 
ministrations. He placed his delicate hands on the sides of the other man’s 
powerful thighs, holding him steady. Orlando mouthed the cloth covered cock, 
running his tongue along its length before reaching for the fastenings.-

Lee could not help the dry laugh, “Marriage? You barely know him, and besides, 
why would you wish to marry a penniless servant? What do you gain from it?”

“I would have the most exotic and alluring spouse. Besides, I very much desire 
to get to know him better, and realistically speaking, there is really no other
way I would achieve that then…”

-Once the fastenings were opened, Orlando pulled the rigid member free from its
confines and ran his tongue across it like it was a sugar sweet, savoring the 
musky scent and taste of the salty flesh. Sean moaned and caressed the youth’s 
short hair lovingly, urging him on. Orlando looked up at him through those dark
as sin lashes again, his face the very picture of wanton innocence as he took 
the thick cock between his pretty pink lips.-

“I am sorry Viggo, but you shall have to break convention with someone else, as
he is already spoken for. Now, onto other matters…”

“Already spoken for?” Viggo asked in dismay. “But who?”

-”Orlando…” Sean moaned as he gripped the back of the boy’s head in a gentle but
reassuring grip. The youth kept his deep chocolate pools fixated on his lover’s
face, watching the man’s ecstasy bringing him a pleasure of his own. He drew his
tongue up the thick vein on the underside of the man’s engorged cock before 
flicking his tongue over the mushroom head, eliciting another groan of 
appreciation from his love. Orlando suckled delicately, driving the man wild
with need before taking him completely into his mouth, letting the member glide
down his throat as he hollowed his cheeks.-

“My grounds man, Sean Bean…now Viggo…”

Viggo nearly growled at the mention of that odious man’s name, which caused so
many enraging images to appear in his head, and continued, his voice harsh as he
spoke to the old man. “Your groundskeeper? Think of all that I could provide the
lad…I am a much more valuable suitor for Orlando…”

-Orlando was thrilled to hear the sounds coming from the man he loved. He 
tightened the circle of his mouth and bobbed his head ever deeper, letting his 
nose sink onto the man’s wiry pubic curls as he deep throated him expertly. He 
loved performing this act on Sean, almost more than he liked receiving it from 
the man. He knew how much it aroused his lover, and knew that their lovemaking 
would be unbelievably intense after all the foreplay. He loved to tease Sean 
until the man could bear no more…-

“Even if that is so, Orlando loves Sean and has accepted his proposal, so this
matter is closed. Now, on to other affairs.”

Viggo seethed at the insult, but merely ground his hands into fists as he 
listened, refusing to let the news make him lose his composure. He would not be
made to look a fool…

-Sean looked down to see first the dark haired head bobbing before the youth 
looked up, allowing the man to see his own thick length slide in and out of 
those swollen pink lips…it was the very image of debauchery. The youth moaned 
around his cock, sending the vibrations that sent shivers through his body. Sean
could finally take no more, and he gripped Orlando around the upper arms before
lifting him and depositing him on the table before making work on tearing away 
the youth’s clothes.-

“I have been reading in the papers about the incredible success you have had in
your family’s business this year.” Lord Lee said, pouring himself a glass of 
bourbon and then pouring one for Lord Mortensen, which the man readily accepted.
Lee could tell that the other man was calming at the words of praise at his 
financial success, and he continued. “I have honestly not seen the Mortensen 
publishing company do so well since our father first started the business.”

“Well, I really do have to admit that much of my success has come from my 
investments in different shipping companies. The market is so vast, and I keep 
track of what is most popular, resulting in me being very well set off.”

-Orlando cried out as Sean sank his cock inside his tender body. The saliva had
worked as a lubricant, but Orlando’s passage was still very tight, creating a 
delicious burn as the man thrust his entire length into him again and again.-

“I must say I am quite impressed. You know that your father had asked me to take
care of you after his death, and provide for you financially, it is a pity that
he never got to see how capable you are in business first hand, but then again,
I do not doubt that he is watching you from above with pride.” Lee knew that 
Mortensen’s father had thought his son incapable of running the business, and 
had figured that his son would run the company into the ground, thus needing
Lee’s eventual aid. Lee had been truly impressed by the younger man, and quite
surprised, as Viggo seemed to enjoy the frequent indulges in gambling.

“Thank you for your kind words, Christopher,” Viggo said. “I would indeed like 
to think that my father could see my great success from above.”

-Orlando cried out at every rough thrust against his prostate, ending wave after
wave of pleasure through his slender body. He tightened his legs around the 
man’s waist, but soon did not have the strength the hold himself up and he sank
back onto the table, his arms falling limp above his head.-

“Indeed.” Le responded, taking a sip of bourbon. “It is your financial success 
that I would like to speak of now. As you know, your father asked me provide for
you, thinking that you may be in some need of financial aid. As this is 
obviously not the case, I thought I would inform you that I am making a slight 
alteration in me will.”

Viggo snide smile dropped. “What?” 

-Sean saw Orlando collapse and reached out to grab the youth about the waist. 
“Come on baby,” he moaned. “Sit up.” Orlando only whimpered as the thrusts 
jerked his body. He did not have the strength. His legs were slipping as well, 
despite his efforts to keep them raised. He looked at the man with pleading eyes
and gasped in dismay when Sean pulled out from his body. “No! Sean…don’t stop!”-

“I had originally intended to leave you about half of my money. I would leave 
the rest to my son. “However, as you do not seem to need my money, I would leave
you a sum of two thousand pounds as a sign of good will to your father, and give
the rest of my fortune as well as the house and grounds to someone close to me,
as my son has no need of it.”

Viggo was practically shaking in rage. “Excuse me?”

-Sean carefully turned Orlando around so that he was bent over the table. Once
he was certain that the youth was comfortable, he inserted his erection once
again in the beauty’s clutching channel. Orlando moaned in ecstasy as the man 
rubbed his prostate again and again, this time with long, deep strokes that 
lacked the urgency of his previous ones.

“I have a very close relationship with my staff, Viggo, and over the years I 
have grown very close to my grounds man. He has given me many years of dedicated
service, and he is to be married in the spring. As a reward, I would like to
leave him the house he has tended as well a enough money for the upkeep.”

“You mean to tell me that you would leave the fortune that should be allotted to
me to some lowly servant?!” Viggo’s voice shook under the strain to keep it 
lowered. Not only his voice, but his hands as well…in fact every muscle in his 
body was tense and straining.

“Not lowly at all, my goodly lord,” Lee said, his voice calm and not taking 
offense. He knew what a blow to the pride this was for the man, and especially 
such a man as Lord Mortensen. “After all, the only thing separating us is a 
title, and that is such a weak and flimsy thing. Sean is the most admirable man
I know, and after the many years of loyal and dedicated service not only to 
mouse household, but as my friend, I want to leave him something special, as 
well as provide for him now that he is to marry Orlando…”

-Sean lavishly kissed and caressed Orlando’s back as he slowly thrust. His hands
traced the youth’s spine as well as slipping down to knead his supple buttocks.
Orlando was moaning and gasping in pleasure. “Sean…oh Sean…yes…yes…” Sean 
reached down and grasped the youth’s straining member, and with only a few 
gentle stokes the boy reached his orgasm.-

“Bean…” Viggo hissed, as though saying the name brought a foul taste to his 
mouth. “Sean Bean…the man, that vile man to whom you not only give the youth I 
desire you are now to give my inheritance?!”

“Now wait a moment,” Lee said, sitting forward in his chair to look Viggo 
directly in the eye. “Firstly, this is my money and my land, and I shall dispose
of it as I see put. Your father and I made an agreement based on your need, of 
which you have none. This is a mark for your pride, not against as you construe
it. Secondly, Orlando is his own person, and he will choose the man he wants to
marry. He is not a possession that you can but a bid on and win. For all of your
good breeding you behave as an insolent child…”

-Orlando’s body contracted and spasmed around his cock, making Sean cum with 
Orlando’s name on his lips. His strong body tightened as he released himself 
inside the slender passage before falling forward to lie on top of the trembling
body of the youth whom he loved.

Viggo lunged at the old man, sputtering in rage as his hands wrapped around the
frail neck. “How dare you speak to me this way! How dare you take what is 
rightfully mine and give it to filth like your fucking *Sean Bean*! How dare you
say that that bastard is better than me and deserves more than me! I will not
take this from you old man!” Viggo hissed with teeth bared at Lord Lee as he 
squeezed the life out of him. “I am not someone to toy with, do you hear me?! DO
YOU HEAR ME?!”

Lord Lee chocked as he struggled to breath, but his old hands were no match for
the younger man’s brute strength, nor was he driven by the same blind and 
overwhelming fury. Light and color flashed before his eyes as the room began to
spin. Viggo’s hateful, evil words were no longer herd in his ears, and a ringing
replaced them…slowly growing in volume until it was the piercing sound of a 
train whistle. 

-Sean took Orlando into his arms, holing the slender form against his own body 
with one arm as the other retrieved his coat from the floor and laid it out on
the table. He then carefully laid a delicately panting Orlando down with all the
loving care he possessed before climbing onto the table himself and joining the
youth. He hovered Orlando for a moment, kissing his swollen lips sweetly. 
Orlando raised an arm to wrap around Sean’s neck, urging him down lower to kiss
him more deeply.-

Viggo’s eyes were wild as he watched the old man struggle for breath, clawing at
the hands that cut off his air flow. The veins on the younger Lord’s neck stuck
out from is exertion and his battle to keep from screaming in rage. He would 
show the man what it meant to cross him.

“I will not allow you to keep all that I desire from me, old man.” He hissed 
into the older man’s ear, hoping that he would survive long enough to hear 
Viggo’s last promises to him. “I will take that beautiful young slut as my own,
and I will fuck him until he bleeds and begs me to stop…I will kill that man of
yours…*Sean Bean* and rejoice at tossing his grotesque body into an unmarked 
grave. As for your pathetic old house and gardens…I will burn them to the 
ground…If I am not to have them, then no one will.”

The body that he held between his squeezing hands at last quieted…and stilled.

-Sean lay down beside the slender youth and pulled Orlando into his arms so that
the younger man’s back was pressed up against his chest, and his sweet buttocks
nestled against his sated member. Sean wrapped his arms protectively around 
Orlando’s chest, letting his breath fall against the youth’s neck. Orlando 
sighed contentedly and allowed his eyes to close, holding Sean’s arm tightly 
against him.-

Viggo looked down and realized that the old man whose throat he constricted in 
his hands was dead. He let go as though burnt and watched the lifeless body fall
to the floor. He looked at his hands in front of him in surprise that he had 
actually killed the old fool. At first, he was worried. Viggo ran his fingers 
through his blonde hair and looked around in desperation to find a means to 
explain what had happened. 

There were a few minutes of frantic thought before Viggo was hit with an 
epiphany. 

His troubles were over.

He laughed lightly to himself as he gazed at the body before him as he thought.
The man had not yet spoken to his lawyers, so the change in his Will had not yet
been made. This meant Viggo would still receive his inheritance. He did not know
if the old man had left him the estate or not, but he did not much care, he had
a house of his own, and he could always purchase a new one.

The body…

Viggo looked around as if to try and find a means to dispose of it. There were 
bruises on the neck, so it was obvious what had happened…if people saw it…

Mortensen’s eyes fell on the flickering candelabra that rested on a side table.

Yes…he would burn the house. No one would know how the old man had died, and
people would assume it had all been an accident. The house was old, and loose 
candles were a common reason behind house fires. The old curtains and rugs would
catch instantly. 

Viggo smiled maniacally as he gazed at the little flame. 

Once the house was alight, there would be confusion and chaos…the perfect 
environment to steal beautiful Orlando away in. Perhaps, he could pretend to
save the beauty from a fiery death and win his trust and admiration the easy 
way…but it was not a necessity. Orlando would come with him one way or another.

And as for that man…*Sean Bean*…as he was busy finding Orlando, he would send 
his man Grant after him to finish him off once and for all. He would do it
himself, but he wanted to insure his possession of Orlando. Bean would be dead,
and get nothing, while Viggo…he would get everything close and important to that
bastard servant.

Viggo immediately went to the candle and grabbed it, taking it firmly in one 
hand and protecting the flame with the other. He stalked to the curtains, and 
held the flame to the old material, watching with delight as it easily caught 
fire. He stepped back and watched the flames snake across the curtain, spreading
its orange glow throughout the room. Viggo immediately caught the end of the rug
on fire as well, before setting a chair alight. He then made his way for the 
door. He grabbed the oil lamp resting on a little table, and threw it to the 
floor. The fire flared out angrily, quickly spreading to ensure no one could 
enter the room. He then closed the door and hurried down the hall. 

Viggo stalked through the hallways, lighting curtains and tapestries as he went,
leaving a trail of fire. Smoke billowed out all around, obscuring his vision 
slightly, but he made his way to the back of the house, picking up another oil 
lamp as he went. He reached the stairs that led down to the basement kitchens 
and pantries and listened for any signs of movement from below. He heard no one,
and immediately threw the lamp down the stairs. He then turned and made his way
outside and then around to the back of the house. 

He could hear the cries of the servants and saw people running out from the back
entrance, crying out in dismay as they coughed through the smoke and looked up 
to see the flames billowing from the windows. Viggo pretended to help people out
but stayed safely out of reach of the flames as he looked for Grant, keeping an
eye out for Orlando as he went.

Sean woke first, his lungs burning and his eyes watering. He sat up immediately
and saw that the room was filled with smoke. He grabbed his trousers from beside
them and pulled them on as he searched for the source. He could barely see 
anything around him, and he at once noticed that Orlando was still lying on the
table. 

“Orli!” Sean cried out as he reached for the young man, shaking him in a 
desperate attempt to wake him. 

The youth did not respond. 

“oh Jesus, Orli! Wake up!” Sean swatted his cheeks lightly and immediately 
checked to see if the boy was breathing. 

He felt faint breath and was relieved to tears that the boy was merely 
unconscious. Sean knew that they had to find a way out, and soon, but knew that
their lungs would be too quickly filled in their current state. 

Sean got off the table and lifted Orlando’s limp form, lowering him to the floor
where the smoke was less thick. He grabbed the boy’s discarded shirt and tore 
it. He saw several containers of pickles that were being pruned and immediately
broke them, soaking up the water into the pieces pf torn cloth. It would smell 
foul, but it could keep them alive.

Sean first laid a wet cloth over Orlando’s nose and mouth, tying it behind his 
head loosely so it would not slip before securing his own cloth. Sean coughed as
he looked for the door through the smoke, and found it. He grabbed the handle 
and immediately wished he hadn’t. He cried out in pain and released the burning
metal instantly. He saw the glow and occasional flicker of flame that came from
under the door and knew that it was only a matter of time before the fire would
break into that room as well.

Sean looked around desperately for another exit, but there was no other door. 
Just as he was about to cry out in despair, he remembered the high window that 
showed ground level and let in the light to the room. He crept along the walls 
to find in and shouted in delight when he saw the glass. 

Sean saw it was too high to lift Orlando, so he pushed the heavy table over to 
the wall, coughing all the while and praying that his strength would not give 
out. Once the table was in place, he bent and found Orlando. He saw a few 
articles of clothing laying nearby…his own shirt and underwear. Knowing that 
they had to leave, but not wanting Orlando to have to go out naked into the 
chilled night as weak as he was, Sean took as little time as possible to pull 
the garments onto Orlando’s limp form. He then lifted the youth into his arms 
and made for the table. 

Sean set Orlando on top before he climbed up, and behind him, he heard the door
beginning to splinter and buckle under the force of the flames. He coughed again
and made sure Orlando’s rag was still in place before lifting the boy once more
into his arms. He pushed against the glass, but the window would not budge. Not
having time to waste, Sean protected Orlando’s face against his chest and turned
his face away before smashing the glass with his elbow. The glass shattered, and
Sean pulled down the jagged pieces before carefully lifting Orlando and pushing
him out the window onto the grass. As soon as Orlando was safely away, he lifted
himself on the window ledge and crawled through the space. 

Sean cried out in pain as a shard of glass sliced his palm, but he could not
afford to pay it any mind. He scrambled from the window and gathered Orlando 
into his arms, running as fast as he could away from the burning house. 

Sean finally collapsed onto the ground and fell, trying to roll so that he did 
not fall onto Orlando, but the fall was not comfortable for either. 

The blonde man immediately rolled Orlando onto his back, ripping the filthy rag
from his face and then taking the wet one off of Orlando as well. The youth was
still unconscious, and his breathing seemed to be almost slowed to a halt. Sean
immediately opened the boy’s mouth, took a deep breath, and released it into 
Orlando’s. hoping to help him breath. He did not know how much damage the smoke
had done, and tears ran down his face as he prayed that the boy would breath.

Finally, Orlando sputtered and moaned, taking in a deep coughing breath. “Sean…”
he whispered, looking for the man. 

“I’m right here my love.” Sean said, petting his hair and shushing him. Sean 
kissed him all over his face, so glad to see that he was alight. Orlando reached
up to him, “What is happening?” he asked, hearing all the screams around him.

Sean looked back towards the house and saw all the servants running around and 
screaming. He saw the flames that bellowed from the windows, and immediately, he
began scanning the crowd for Christopher. He did not see him. 

Sean turned to Orlando and checked to make sure he was doing fine on his own. 
“Listen to me, love, I need you to stay here and wait for me. I have to go check
and make sure Christopher got out of the house all right.”

“Let me go with you…” Orlando pleaded, sitting up.

“No, you must stay here, I don’t want you to worry, I will be back soon.” Sean 
said, pushing Orlando to lie down again and catch his breath. Orlando nodded and
lay down again, keeping his eyes on Sean. The man kissed him lovingly before 
running off towards the house. 

Sean saw Dom and Elijah throwing buckets of water into the flames with Miss 
Tyler and Miss Blanchet. Mr. O’Toole was filling buckets of water from the well
and carrying them over along with Mr. Farrell. The young Irishman had soot all 
over his face and clothes, and sweat drenched the undershirt he wore. Sean ran 
over to him.

“Colin!” He called to get the man’s attention. “Have you seen Lord Lee?”

The Irishman shook his head. “No, I haven’t, and I have seen almost everyone who
came out.”

Sean ran towards the house, hearing the man shout behind him. He did not care,
he had to get to Christopher. Sean threw open the front doors and was 
immediately blasted by heat. He cried out and ducked away from the heat. He 
covered his head with his arm as he looked around for a way inside. There was 
none.

A hand clasped his shoulder, and Sean saw Colin beside him. “It’s no use, the 
whole house is alight. If he was in there, he is dead now. There is nothing you
can do!”

Sean looked again for a way but saw it was useless, Colin was right. 

Christopher was gone.

Miss Dench came over, fright filled her face. “Where is the Lord? I have not 
seen Lord Lee, we have to find him!” she cried out in dismay. Sean had never 
known the cool woman to loose her composure. Sean and Colin led the loyal 
housekeeper away from the house and tried to soothe her.

Orlando lay on the grass, listening to the screams and cries around him. He 
could not bear to merely lay there, he knew his help could be used. He staggered
to his feet and clutched his chest. It still burned from all the smoke he had 
inhaled. Orlando took a deep breath and began to walk towards his friends.

He saw Elijah and Dominic throwing water, but then the side of the house burst
into flames and rock and rubble began to fly loose. The young men screamed and
jumped back, clinging to each other. The ladies also screamed, and Orlando saw 
Miss Tyler clutch her head and cry out in pain. He ran to her to see what was 
the matter.

“Liv! What happened?” He cried, trying to get a look at her wound. He removed 
her hand and he saw a bloody gash on her scalp. Miss Winslet hurried over to her
and cried out at the sight of blood. 

Orlando tore the right sleeve from his shirt and used it as a sort of bandage,
telling her to hold it against the wound to stop the bleeding. 

The house seemed to be caving in. 

Bits of roof and fixture were falling off and crashing to the ground, and 
Orlando quickly began running about, getting everyone to move back towards the 
trees. 

Colin saw that trying to stop the fire was useless, and in the end, he began 
shooing people away, trying to get the frantic people as far away from the house
as possible. Sean had gone to lead Miss Dench into the capable hands of Mr. 
O’Toole so he could comfort the grieving woman.

Colin saw Orlando running about, directing people towards the woods and to the
main road, away from the fire. He admired the youth’s good heart, but saw that
he was ready to drop. He was about to chase the boy as he saw him hurrying to 
the back of the house, when the thunderous sound of an explosion inside the
burning inferno broke his concentration and on reflex he looked up to see if he
was in danger. 

Orlando ran around the back to make sure that there was no one there. He saw a 
few more women from the kitchen staff and hurried to them and told them to get 
to the woods with the others. 

Orlando then caught sight of two men standing by the back. He saw it was Lord 
Mortensen and his man Grant. Orlando may dislike the man, but he still ran to 
them, his lungs burning. As he approached them, Grant took off, running past him
in the direction of the others. Orlando had no time to wonder what the man was
up to, and he turned to the other man. “You must get out of h-here, the h-house
is about to crumble…everyone…everyone…”

The world began to spin around Orlando and before he knew it, the burning in his
lungs took over and he began to fall. The last thing he registered before 
falling unconscious was being caught by Lord Mortensen.

Viggo could not believe his luck as he looked at the unconscious youth in his 
arms. He quickly scooped Orlando up off the ground and snuck off into the woods
in a different direction than the others to find a place to hide and wait.

Sean looked to the ground where he had left Orlando and found the boy gone. He 
looked around in dismay, hoping that he had gone to the wrong spot, but the 
youth was nowhere in sight. He ran back to the house, screaming his name, but 
there was no answer. He saw Colin and grabbed the man by the shoulders, shaking
him. “Have you seen Orlando?!” he cried, tears of worry in his eyes.

Colin nodded. “He was helping people get away…I saw him right over there…” Colin
pointed to the back of the house…just as the roof caved and the wall shattered,
sending rock and wood falling. 

“ORLANDO!” Sean screamed, running towards the rubble. He braced his arms against
the heat and screamed the youth’s name, desperately looking for him. 

There was no sign of the young Brit anywhere, and as he frantically searched, he
did not see Richard Grant, Viggo’s valet, approaching him from behind. The man
did not want to get too close to the mess himself, but could get a good shot 
even from that distance. He raised the gun and aimed. He figured that this was 
the man, he matched the description Mortensen had given him and was shouting for
the Bloom boy. He decided to do one last test though.

“Bean!” he shouted at the man.

Sean turned around on reflex at the sound of his own name.

Grant fired.

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