Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB, OB/others implied

Summary: Top smuggler Viggo Mortensen is contracted to transport a mysterious package for an exorbitant fee.  But he winds up with more than he bargained for...

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: AU, bondage, spanking, domination

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: This was written for the VigOrli Secret Santa at vo_xmas.  I ran out of time, so this is the "theatrical version". I'm working on a "director's cut" for the future.

I´ll be posting one part a day, so read and enjoy!

Posted Dec.  26th, 2006

Viggo had just settled down with his favorite scotch when he saw his contact. It was pretty easy -- the guy looked a bit out of place in this dive. 

The dark-haired man tried to fit in with a casual shirt and jeans, but the pants were tailored a bit too well and sported an exclusive designer label. His shirt was also cut to show off his impressive chest, which could only have been achieved by long sessions with a personal trainer. His hair, his nails and his skin had been carefully attended to, probably at an exclusive salon. Viggo´s gut instinct told him that he was employed by someone big, and that someone had a lot of money to throw around. 

The guy strolled over to where Viggo was sitting and said, "Viggo Mortensen? I´m Harry Sinclair. You´ve been recommended by some associates of mine for your discretion and quality of service." 

Viggo gestured to the other side of the booth. "Have a seat. You heard right. If you want me to do something...I don´t ask questions as long as it isnt human cargo. Just tell me what you need taken where." 

Harry sat down and said, "Excellent. I need your services to transport a small object to the Caymans. Payment is $10 million, half upon accepting the job and half when the package is delivered." 

Viggo took a quick sip of his scotch to cover up the fact that he was completely dumbfounded. Even with his extravagant rates, $10 million was far and above what he charged. There had to be a catch. 

"Not that I´m arguing, but I dont usually charge that much. Are there any preconditions about this package?" 

"The fee is to insure that you have access to enough liquid funds for equipment, bribes, and whatever other expenses you may incur. My employer *must* have the package delivered, at any cost, and complete secrecy must be maintained about its fragile contents." 

Viggo filtered through Harry´s words, knowing from experience to pay attention to what wasn´t said. "Complete secrecy" meant that Viggo couldnt look inside, no matter what the circumstances were. That also meant that this thing must be very, very hot, and everyone and their mother would be looking for it. There was always extra for jobs like this, to insure that Viggo would keep his mouth shut and "forget" about it when questioned. 

"Fragile" was trickier. The package would most likely have to be hand carried and not subjected to anything that would crush, shock, or expose it to undue stress. 

"Is there a time limit?"  Viggo asked. The more complications there were, the more he would need help. 

"We need it delivered to the Caymans within a few weeks on the outside," Harry said. 

It figured. Hot items usually had to be smuggled out of the country. Viggo was an old hat at this game, and just needed one more bit of information. "And what are the dimensions of the object?" 

"It will be in a square box approximately 7" x 7" in size." 

"You have a deal," Viggo said, extending his hand. 

Harry shook it and pushed an envelope towards him. "Here are the details of the rendezvous. Our people will meet you there and hand the Object over. Once you´ve arrived at the Caymans, call the number I´ve supplied and our contacts there will pick it up." 

"Do you have descriptions of all of your contacts, so that I dont hand this off to any impostors?" 

"Come over to my car in about 10 minutes," Harry said before he strolled out. 

Viggo finished off his scotch and headed for the men´s room. It was empty, which suited his needs perfectly. He locked himself into a stall and memorized all of the details that had been written down, which only took a few minutes. Viggo had taught himself a method which allowed him to memorize things quickly. Objects were associated with letters and numbers: zebra equaled z or zero, apple equaled a, and so on. Then the letters in the document were visualized as a bizarre picture utilizing those objects. 

At that point, remembering details was easy. Viggo could always picture things in his head, and he used that ability to his advantage. Once he finished his task, he pulled out his lighter and set fire to the originals. The flame was almost down to his fingers before he dropped it into the toilet and flushed. 

He washed his hands and then went into the alley. He needed help, and he knew just who to contact. He punched up a number on his cell. 

"´lo?"  a Brit-accented voice answered. 

"Dom, it´s Viggo. You up for a job? It´s just up your alley." 

"No problem. Meet you tomorrow at your place?" 

"Yeah, about 7pm. I´ll make dinner." 

"Mmmm, look forward to it. See you then." 

After Viggo hung up, he exited the bar, looking to see if any cars appeared out of place in the dingy streets. He zeroed in on the shiny, newly waxed SUV with tinted windows parked across from where he was standing. 

Viggo sauntered over and knocked on the window. The side door promptly opened, and Harry said, Come in. 

After Viggo clambered in and shut the door, he noticed that Harry had a laptop perched on his thighs. A comment formed on his lips, but he decided to wait. After a few minutes of clicking and typing, he opened a folder on the hard drive. It had about four .jpgs inside, and nothing else. 

"Kind of risky, keeping it on your laptop," Viggo said. 

"This folder is encrypted. And I´m erasing it after you leave. He loaded the .jpgs into a slideshow display and said, Here are your contacts." 

As each face appeared on the screen, Viggo studied them, noting any unusual details or features and committing them to memory. After a few passes, he said, "Okay." 

Harry nodded and hit shift-del to remove the folder. "I´ll be giving them a detailed description of you, so that the handoff will go quickly. That scar on your lip helps as a unique identification." 

He pulled a small briefcase out from behind his seat and said, Heres the first half of your payment. 

Viggo popped it open and thumbed through the $500 and $100 bills inside. Satisfied that there were no fakes or counterfeits, he said, "I´ll have your package delivered." 

Harry nodded and let him out. He didnt look back as the SUV drove away his mind was already kicking into high gear, sketching out a plan for this job. 

***

Viggo had already put the kettle on the burner when the doorbell rang. In his line of work, he had to be cautious about visitors, so he crept up and peered out of a side window instead of looking through the peephole. When he saw that it was indeed Dom, he greeted him by swinging open the door with a flourish. "Dinner is on the table -- curry fish, panang chicken, and wine." 

"Aces. I love having a partner that knows how to feed me. What have we got this time?" 

Viggo shut the door and said, "A high paying job...but this one involves delivering a package that´s pretty hot." 

Dom pulled up a chair and began to serve himself. "How hot?" 

"Enough so that they decided to offer up $10 million for ´fragile´ goods up front, without any haggling." 

"Bugger," Dom said, letting out a low whistle. "So, this must be some huge new breakthrough invention or else it´s fantastically illegal. Either way, we´ll have to deliver it quick. When´s the pickup?" 

"About a week from now," Viggo said. "We rendezvous with their people in Dallas. There might be trouble, so I put some feelers out." 

"A week? That takes us right to the day before Thanksgiving! The airports will be clogged as hell, so if anyone´s looking to grab it from us, we´ll be sitting ducks. Fucking fragile goods -- we can´t stash it in baggage because we can´t let it get X-rayed or crushed." Dom paused at this moment because Viggo had filled his glass with wine. 

After he took a long sip he continued his interrupted thought. "I assume you have a plan B?" 

"Yeah. We fly down to Dallas a little early to prep everything, but we´re not taking a plane out. I´ve booked us on a cruise ship that pulls out of Galveston, Texas and docks at Big Cayman in about 5 days. We can get off then and make our delivery." 

"What´s our cover? Nothing that involves me going in drag, I hope." 

Viggo chuckled. "Not this time. We´re posing as a married couple." 

Dominic crinkled his nose. "Not again." 

"What?"  Viggo said, pretending to look offended. "You got the majority of the bed the last time." 

"Until you cracked off a huge stink bomb in the middle of the night. One of many, I might add -- thought my bloody nose was going to fall off." 

"Fine. I promise to keep away from the beans. Better?" 

Dom fluttered his eyelashes. "Of course, dear. Shall I go pick out our wedding china?" 

"You might change your mind after you see the rings." 

***

The trip down to Dallas was uneventful, which gave Viggo and Dom a chance to catch up. Dom had bought a house after the previous job he and Viggo had pulled, and was excited about the fact that he had just acquired some new pets to make it homey. Of course, pets for Dominic were black widows and snakes, but Viggo took it in as part of Dom´s charm. 

For his part, Viggo had been pursuing photography and his art. His interest in painting had been sparked while he was in college, but then he received word that his grandmother was quite ill, and needed a full-time caregiver. Since Viggo was the only one in his family who could swing it, he dropped out and relocated to Denmark to take care of her. After she died, he had moved back to the States, but jobs were scarce for someone with his lack of experience, and his art fell to the wayside because he needed to find some income. As Viggo had grown hungrier and hungrier, he found that the only way he could make ends meet was to fall into crime. 

Viggo had never been sure that it was a good thing that he had taken naturally to his new profession. He was an excellent planner, and he was always on the look out for new methods for staying one step ahead of the cops. Some of the other smugglers had called him old-fashioned because he still retained his sense of honor, but that served to build up his reputation and turn off the wrong kind of clientele, which is what Viggo preferred in the long run. 

Dominic had started early, after his parents had died in an accident. He was a pickpocket at first, until a local mob boss decided that the young thief would be quite useful for helping him transport stolen goods across the border. Customs officials were not as thorough with teenagers, especially innocent looking ones, and that enabled Dom to be quite successful. Once he learned the ropes and decided to strike out on his own, he caught Sean Bean´s attention, and Sean introduced Dom to Viggo. 

After the plane touched down, Viggo and Dom hailed a taxi. It was surprisingly sunny that day, but that didnt seem to affect the airport traffic. They followed their standard M.O.-- check into a nice, but not overly fancy room; bribe the housekeeping staff to keep an eye out for anyone suspicious; pull the battery out of your cell phone to keep the cops from activating the microphone so that they could listen in, and then outline the plan. 

"Who´d you get locally to supply our fake IDs and passports?"  Dom asked as he was putting his shirts away. 

"Someone named Meg Coburn. I got a recommendation from Sean about her." 

"Which means that I need to look good for my pic."  He put a hand on his hip and fluffed up his hair. "You know how I always have to look fabulous, darling."

Viggo snorted and tossed Dom a ring. It was a gorgeous band that had a silvery metal intertwined with 24K gold. "Might as well put that on." 

"Nice...looks like white gold mixed with the regular stuff?" 

"Yeah. And it was a bitch trying to get the jeweler to control himself. He wanted me to get you a diamond studded band that was as thick as a cock ring." 

"I thought you kinky bastards liked that sort of thing...."

Viggo bopped Dom lightly on the arm. "Hey, I don´t make fun of your hobbies." 

"If spanking twinks could be even called a hobby..." He ducked when Viggo threw a pillow at him. "Okay, truce! I´ll shut my yap!" 

"Good, because otherwise you´d be sleeping on the couch." 

Dom stuck his tongue out. "I want a divorce." 

"Too late. You´re stuck with me until after this job is done." 

"Just my luck. Well, let´s get to it, then." 

Viggo and Dom spent the rest of the afternoon making their final preparations. The first order of business was to get transportation. Greasing the right palms got them access to a long-term parking lot, and they hot-wired a nondescript car. It was also an easy matter to acquire new plates -- things went smoothly when you had a lot of money to play with. 

They then dropped their photos off with Meg, and contacted a few people who would be useful if an emergency occurred and purchased a GPS. After that was done, they drove by the address they were given for the pickup. It was in the industrial area of town, inside a warehouse that was well hidden from prying eyes. Viggo and Dom parked and made sure that they scoped out the layout of the building and the area around it. 

The warehouse was a pretty standard one -- a large storage area with a high ceiling, and a set of offices located off to the side. Pallets of boxes were stacked everywhere, filling the place to capacity. Most of the place was dimly lit, and Viggo noticed that a few of the fluorescent tubes had burned out. 

The parking lot was pock-marked with huge pits in the asphalt, and had a main entrance. A cyclone fence topped with razor wire separated the back part of the lot from the street. 

Dom and Viggo memorized every detail and then swung by Megs. She had their IDs ready, and Viggo included a little extra because she had done a great job with them. They then returned to their hotel room, and sketched out a map of what they had observed earlier, talking about possible exits and escape routes in case things went bad. Viggo asked Dom to stay hidden outside the warehouse while the drop was being made he wanted to hedge his bets in case other people were after the cargo. 

Once they were done, they put their cells back together and decided to order room service. They were still poring over the menu when Viggo´s phone rang. 

Viggo grinned when he saw the number on his caller ID. "Hey, long time no see." 

Sean´s warm voice answered. "Oi! I heard through the grapevine you were in town." 

"You´re in Dallas?"  Viggo wasn´t surprised that Sean had heard something. The man had contacts all across the globe. 

Sean laughed. "Yeah, the company sent me here on business. Of course, I ran out of socks, so I´m stuck here, running the wash. You alone?" 

Because of increased surveillance on cell phones, Viggo, Sean, and Dominic had devised some simple coded phrases to use over an open line. Being sent on business meant Sean was in town for a job, and running the wash indicated that Sean had completed it. 

Viggo ignored the fact that Dominic was elbowing him in the ribs and said, "Nope. I´m here with some company." 

"Are you two free for dinner?" 

"Sure. Why don´t we meet you and we can decide from there?" 

Sean quoted an address, which Viggo memorized quickly. After they said their goodbyes, Viggo pulled his cell phone battery out again. 

Dominic cocked an eyebrow upward. "Judging by your conversation and the fact that you´ve gone back into cloak and dagger mode, I´m guessing that Sean just rung you up?" 

"Pretty much. I´m going to go meet him. Go ahead and order for three -- I´m bringing him back here." 

Dom gave Viggo a mock salute. "Will do." 

It was easy for Viggo to find his way down the city streets with the GPS, and he kept an eye on his rearview mirror for anyone tailing him. This caution was second nature to Viggo, but he didn´t need it this time. The way was clear and he reached his destination, the parking lot of a 7-11, without incident. 

Sean poked his head out of the window of his car and said, "Oi! What´s happening in your neck of the woods?" 

"Follow me over to the Marriott a couple of miles from here and I´ll tell you." 

The trip didn´t take long, because traffic was light. Once they were safely inside of the room, Dominic bounced off the bed and threw his arms around Sean. 

"How are you doing, you old bastard?"  he said while he gave Sean a tight hug. 

Sean mussed Dominic´s hair. "Haven´t you had enough of this cunt? He´s always asking you to pull jobs with him." 

"That´s because I´m pretty than Billy is," Dom said with a grin." How´s it hanging, man?" 

"I´m fine, just chasing off the wolf at the door, as usual." 

Sean´s words caused Viggo to snort out loud. "If you had less expensive taste, maybe some of that money you earned would stick." 

"That´s not how I live, Viggo, and you know it," Sean sniffed when he looked around the room. "So what´s the scam?" 

Viggo explained the whole deal to Sean, including the cover story they were using. He had just finished when room service arrived. After Viggo paid the server a hefty tip, Sean and Dom brought the cart in, licking their lips at the sight of dinner. 

Once they had settled in again, Sean said, "Here, let me give you the number for the room I´m staying at. That way, we don´t have to muck around with double talk." 

He scribbled a number down and Viggo said, "Thanks. Oh, and thanks for recommending Meg, she does good work." 

Sean replied, "That´s high praise coming from you, Mr. It Must Be Almost Foolproof." 

Viggo shrugged. "So I have high standards. She met them all. She had no trouble making up a green card and British passport for Dom, and my passport really looks like the genuine article. We should have no trouble posing as David and Michael Anderson-Whitworth." 

Sean let out a chuckle. "He´s the wife, eh? He looks like shite in high heels." 

Dom glared daggers at Sean. "What? And you´re the biggest fucking bottom in the world. I´ve heard you squeal like a little girl when you take it up the arse in the back room!" 

Viggo heard a loud curse and decided to take the better part of valor and pretend that he was invisible. He knew them too well, and they´d be insulting each other for almost an hour before they would start to run out of steam. 

After a while, Dom took a bite out of his steak, muttering about "stupid Sheffield pillocks." 

Viggo said, "Are you done now?" 

"Yeah," Sean said with a laugh. "I´ll keep my eyes open and tell you if I hear anything." 

"Thanks, Sean," Viggo said. They finished up their dinner, chatting and passing the time until just shy of 11pm. 

"Showtime," Dom said. 

Sean got out of his seat. "That´s my signal to let myself out. Good luck. "

"Thanks," Viggo said as their friend departed. Once the door clicked shut, Dom jumped off the bed and got straight to business. He popped open one of his suitcases and removed a shielded false bottom, revealing two tiny earpieces connected to small receiving units. 

"Let´s hope that I´m just being overly paranoid," Viggo said as he took one of the communication devices and slipped it into his jacket. He turned it on and waited. 

"You say that every time," Dom replied. He pulled on a set of dark clothing and grabbed the other unit. He put the earpiece on and said, "Okay, testing. We´ve had some hairy getaways, but nothing bad, yeah?" 

Dom´s voice came over the other end clearly. "Yeah," Viggo replied. 

He hoped that they really wouldnt encounter any trouble, but it was always good to be prepared. He straightened out his jacket and tossed the keys to Dom. "Come on, sweetheart, you´re driving." 

No smartassed remark came out of Dom, the time for screwing around had passed. He was all business when they went down to fetch the car and loaded in the supplies they needed for tonight. As they made their way to the warehouse, Viggo concentrated on the task at hand. He had an uneasy feeling about this, and he just couldn´t shake it. He kept an eye on the rearview mirror during the trip, making sure that they weren´t tailed. 

They pulled into the parking lot without incident and Dom moved the car to where it wouldn´t be easily seen. He jumped out and disappeared from sight, looking for a good vantage point. While Dom was doing his scouting, Viggo opened up the trunk and pulled out a case and a backpack. 

After a short while, he heard Dom´s voice in his ear. "Okay, I´m in position. You can wait inside." 

Viggo nodded and went into the building. It was dimly lit inside, and he wondered how many other shady deals had gone down in this place. 

"There´s an SUV heading over here," Dom said. "I see two blokes inside...okay...they´ve stopped. Yeah, it sounds like the people you described to me - one tall and dark haired, Eastern European; and the other is a shortish blond bird. Don´t see a tail on them." 

Viggo exhaled with relief. He put on his best professional expression when he saw his contacts. The woman pulled out a small box and handed it to him. "Here it is, as promised." 

"Thank you," Viggo said, taking the cargo with care. He tucked it into the padded carrying case that he had specially constructed for the object -- there was a cavity with for it with padded straps, preventing anything from shifting. The case went into the backpack, another custom job. There were more straps inside so that Viggo could secure the case and jog around without damaging the cargo. He was about to give the woman the all clear when he heard a sharp inhale coming from his earpiece. 

"Someone´s here," Dominic said. 

Viggo leaned in close to the woman and hissed, "You´ve been tailed." 

She went pale and shouted something out in a language that Viggo didn´t recognize. She ran for the door, and had just reached it when several shots rang out.  Viggo saw her head snap back and then she fell to the ground. More bullets whizzed through the air, and he saw the man collapse. 

"Shit! Escape route A, Dom!"  Viggo yelled. 

"On it," Dom said. Viggo darted through the maze of boxes, his heart racing when he heard footsteps at the door. Near the back was a stack of boxes that reached almost to the ceiling, cloaked in darkness. It was one of the areas with a burned out light, and Viggo scrambled upward towards the window located near the top. 

He heard several men shouting, and the footsteps were turning in his direction. He continued to climb, ignoring the sweat pouring down his face and hoping that he wouldn´t catch a bullet before he got out. He was about a foot from the window when he felt a sickening lurch under his feet. He had stepped on an area that couldn´t support his weight, and the boxes were tumbling downward. 

Cursing, Viggo jumped and grabbed the edge of the sill, hoping that the case would protect his cargo. He barely managed to get a hold on an edge. His toes scraped along the wall, causing him to swing back and forth while he tried to get some purchase. 

"Over there!"  a man shouted. Footsteps pounded against the cement, coming towards him. 

"Shit!"  Viggo said as he started to haul himself upward. This was turning bad, but hopefully he could get out intact. He had gotten halfway up, when his toes slipped, almost causing him to tumble off the sill. 

His blood was roaring in his ears while he scrabbled to regain his footing. After several tense moments, he succeeded. The screech of tires outside of the building seconds later caused relief to flood through his system. 

"I´m firing the grapple line," Dom said over the earpiece. 

Viggo heard a loud noise and then a scraping sound outside the window. He was almost there...he grunted loudly and managed to get the rest of his body onto the sill. 

He pushed over the window and saw Dom below, bracing the rope that he had fired up. "It´s stable," Dom said. 

Viggo nodded and half-climbed, half-slid down the rope as fast as he could manage. He heard shouting coming out of the window but it was fairly distant which meant that his mishap had bought them some time. There was only one door out, and since the boxes had fallen, the other men couldn´t follow them quickly and get a bead on them. It appeared that luck was on his side, after all. 

"I want to have your babies after this is over," Viggo said when he reached the ground. 

Before Dom could reply, a loud crack split the air. Blood spread out over his shirt. 

"What?"  he said in a surprised voice, looking down in shock at the ugly stain. 

Then the color drained out of his face and he slumped to the ground. 

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end part 1