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Un Cadeau du Roi (2/8)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairings: anything's possible among VM, BB, DM, HS, DW, OB, EW (Monaboyd this part)
Rating: series PG-13
Disclaimer: AU and very not true.
Feedback: Please do! It's very much appreciated.
A/N: I should first apologise for the infuriatingly short chapter; this is just how it best broke into bits and things always look so much longer in Microsoft Word. A million thank yous for all the feedback last part, pleasse keep it up! I love to hear what everyone thinks and know who's reading. So, in this part, Viggo again meets with Dom and Billy, he plans his next destination, and the reader is further confused by what the Monaboyd are up to.
Chapter One
When Viggo arrived at the café the next morning, Billy and Dominic were already there, sharing a croissant and drinking strong coffee. They exchanged pleasantries, and Viggo ordered his own breakfast before sitting across the same table from the two young men.
“So Billy, I wanted to ask you about something you said last night.”
“Certainly.”
“I was listening to the tape again, and I noticed something you left out. About Connemara, you said there was someone….” Viggo trailed off and Billy smiled knowingly.
“You’re quite the investigator, aren’t you then?” Viggo nodded non-committaly, but Billy didn’t look annoyed, just matter-of-fact. “Yes, there was someone in Connemara. We had a brief fling, but he was looking for someone and, well, I wasn’t it.”
“Oh. What was his name?” Viggo asked, jotting notes on a miniature memo pad he had produced from his shirt pocket.
“Harry.”
“Right, okay then. So when do you two normally start playing?”
“Around eleven,” Dominic replied. “A bit before the lunch rush, and it’s Saturday so the tourists will be out early. You want to photograph us again?”
“Well… yes.” Viggo hesitated, twirling his pen in observance of nervous habit. “I don’t need any more shots of you playing though. I’d like to photograph you more casually. You know, just doing whatever it is you do.” Dominic laughed at this response, slapping Viggo companionably on the knee.
“Well, mate, come along then. Let’s finish this breakfast and I’ll show you ‘what it is we do.’”
Viggo smiled and nodded, and they finished their meal engaged in light small talk. Viggo told them about his apartment in New York, and Sean, and the job he had left. Dominic gave him the names of some good pubs in Cork, and answered some of his questions about Germany. When they finished breakfast, with half an hour to kill, Dominic led the way to a shadowy alley, just behind St. Paul’s Shopping Centre, and shot Viggo a devious grin.
“You want to photograph what we do, mate. This is what we do,” he announced, and Billy rolled his eyes as he was pushed up against the wall and engaged in a kiss which was, truth be told, quite aggressive for just after ten in the morning.
Viggo raised his eyebrows, waiting for Dominic to stop, but realized very quickly that he wouldn’t until Viggo took a photograph, and so he quickly unzipped his camera, checking that it was loaded with black-and-white film, and took a few shots of Dom and Billy, kissing passionately in the late morning light.
Once they had indulged themselves thusly for a while, Dominic pulled away, laughing, and took Billy’s hand, letting Viggo fall into step beside them as they headed back towards Patrick Street.
“You don’t mind if I publish those?” Viggo asked, looking more at Billy than at Dominic. “I don’t want to cause any trouble for you.”
“You’re writing about our story, Viggo. You’re going to cause trouble,” Billy pointed out. “Might as well provide your readers with accurate photographic evidence.” He shrugged, and Viggo felt distinctly uncomfortable, but he didn’t comment, just shooting dutifully as Dominic dug a few crackers from his pocket and threw crumbs to the pigeons with Billy smiling over his shoulder. He continued to shoot as Dominic stood in the shop windows, commenting on the trinkets he was eyeing as Billy stood behind him, his thumbs tucked protectively in Dominic’s belt loops in a rare display of intimacy. They thumbed through some traditional CDs in a music shop for a few minutes, and then headed to the same spot as yesterday, setting up as Viggo took his spot on the bench.
Viggo did a few more shots of the two busking, smiling as he caught a five-year old girl in his frame, step dancing energetically as Dom got to his knees and played just for her, a brilliant smile lighting his smoky eyes. After an hour, he went and brought back a few sandwiches from O’Briens, and then, getting bored, signalled to the boys that he would be back and ambled back in the direction of the sandwich shop. He was momentarily waylaid by the bright yellow travel shop, and grinned when he saw the advert proudly boasting fifteen-euro flights to Rome. After inquiring inside, he purchased a ticket for the next afternoon, and then headed back to his friends to finish up and thank them for their time.
“Italy?? What the hell just happened?? God Dommeh, we are so fucked!” Billy exclaimed, wringing his hands as he paced back and forth across the small flat. “We’ve got to stop him, somehow. Or warn him…”
“You know we can’t do that, Bills. He’s completely out of contact right now, and he hasn’t been back to his villa in weeks. We have one job, and we’ve got to do it. Look, we know his flight number at least, so we’ll keep track of him… and maybe we can head him off tomorrow morning, at the hotel. You never know…”
“Right, Dommeh. You never know. I think that, my love, may be our very problem.”
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairings: anything's possible among VM, BB, DM, HS, DW, OB, EW (Monaboyd this part)
Rating: series PG-13
Disclaimer: AU and very not true.
Feedback: Please do! It's very much appreciated.
A/N: I should first apologise for the infuriatingly short chapter; this is just how it best broke into bits and things always look so much longer in Microsoft Word. A million thank yous for all the feedback last part, pleasse keep it up! I love to hear what everyone thinks and know who's reading. So, in this part, Viggo again meets with Dom and Billy, he plans his next destination, and the reader is further confused by what the Monaboyd are up to.
Chapter One
When Viggo arrived at the café the next morning, Billy and Dominic were already there, sharing a croissant and drinking strong coffee. They exchanged pleasantries, and Viggo ordered his own breakfast before sitting across the same table from the two young men.
“So Billy, I wanted to ask you about something you said last night.”
“Certainly.”
“I was listening to the tape again, and I noticed something you left out. About Connemara, you said there was someone….” Viggo trailed off and Billy smiled knowingly.
“You’re quite the investigator, aren’t you then?” Viggo nodded non-committaly, but Billy didn’t look annoyed, just matter-of-fact. “Yes, there was someone in Connemara. We had a brief fling, but he was looking for someone and, well, I wasn’t it.”
“Oh. What was his name?” Viggo asked, jotting notes on a miniature memo pad he had produced from his shirt pocket.
“Harry.”
“Right, okay then. So when do you two normally start playing?”
“Around eleven,” Dominic replied. “A bit before the lunch rush, and it’s Saturday so the tourists will be out early. You want to photograph us again?”
“Well… yes.” Viggo hesitated, twirling his pen in observance of nervous habit. “I don’t need any more shots of you playing though. I’d like to photograph you more casually. You know, just doing whatever it is you do.” Dominic laughed at this response, slapping Viggo companionably on the knee.
“Well, mate, come along then. Let’s finish this breakfast and I’ll show you ‘what it is we do.’”
Viggo smiled and nodded, and they finished their meal engaged in light small talk. Viggo told them about his apartment in New York, and Sean, and the job he had left. Dominic gave him the names of some good pubs in Cork, and answered some of his questions about Germany. When they finished breakfast, with half an hour to kill, Dominic led the way to a shadowy alley, just behind St. Paul’s Shopping Centre, and shot Viggo a devious grin.
“You want to photograph what we do, mate. This is what we do,” he announced, and Billy rolled his eyes as he was pushed up against the wall and engaged in a kiss which was, truth be told, quite aggressive for just after ten in the morning.
Viggo raised his eyebrows, waiting for Dominic to stop, but realized very quickly that he wouldn’t until Viggo took a photograph, and so he quickly unzipped his camera, checking that it was loaded with black-and-white film, and took a few shots of Dom and Billy, kissing passionately in the late morning light.
Once they had indulged themselves thusly for a while, Dominic pulled away, laughing, and took Billy’s hand, letting Viggo fall into step beside them as they headed back towards Patrick Street.
“You don’t mind if I publish those?” Viggo asked, looking more at Billy than at Dominic. “I don’t want to cause any trouble for you.”
“You’re writing about our story, Viggo. You’re going to cause trouble,” Billy pointed out. “Might as well provide your readers with accurate photographic evidence.” He shrugged, and Viggo felt distinctly uncomfortable, but he didn’t comment, just shooting dutifully as Dominic dug a few crackers from his pocket and threw crumbs to the pigeons with Billy smiling over his shoulder. He continued to shoot as Dominic stood in the shop windows, commenting on the trinkets he was eyeing as Billy stood behind him, his thumbs tucked protectively in Dominic’s belt loops in a rare display of intimacy. They thumbed through some traditional CDs in a music shop for a few minutes, and then headed to the same spot as yesterday, setting up as Viggo took his spot on the bench.
Viggo did a few more shots of the two busking, smiling as he caught a five-year old girl in his frame, step dancing energetically as Dom got to his knees and played just for her, a brilliant smile lighting his smoky eyes. After an hour, he went and brought back a few sandwiches from O’Briens, and then, getting bored, signalled to the boys that he would be back and ambled back in the direction of the sandwich shop. He was momentarily waylaid by the bright yellow travel shop, and grinned when he saw the advert proudly boasting fifteen-euro flights to Rome. After inquiring inside, he purchased a ticket for the next afternoon, and then headed back to his friends to finish up and thank them for their time.
“Italy?? What the hell just happened?? God Dommeh, we are so fucked!” Billy exclaimed, wringing his hands as he paced back and forth across the small flat. “We’ve got to stop him, somehow. Or warn him…”
“You know we can’t do that, Bills. He’s completely out of contact right now, and he hasn’t been back to his villa in weeks. We have one job, and we’ve got to do it. Look, we know his flight number at least, so we’ll keep track of him… and maybe we can head him off tomorrow morning, at the hotel. You never know…”
“Right, Dommeh. You never know. I think that, my love, may be our very problem.”
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Who's He? What are Monaboyd up to?
You're right; it was too short! *pouts*
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Who's He?
Hmm, good question... *grins evilly* You'll find out in... *checks*... chapter four.
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to see those pics, i would totally be willing to pony up.
cold. hard. cash. yum.
“We’ve got to stop him, somehow. Or warn him…”
damn! you definitely have the hooks in deep. i want to know what their connection is with Viggo, and just who the hell "he's" is...
talk about the plot thickens! :smile:
excellent installment~
kerry =)
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wankingadmiring them to write anything ever again. So it's probably good they don't.Glad you're enjoying the story, and don't worry, "his" identity will be revealed soon!