Title: Other Worlds
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: Explicit Sex Eventually
Warning: A.U. It's got it all. Allusion to rape nothing descriptive, magic, sort of character death, slight touch of schmoop.
Beta: Glorfindel
Disclaimer: This never happened...if it did well let's just say I'd be really surprised! Viggo, and Sean are real people but they do not know me nor I them. Nora Roberts is one of my favorite authors and this story A World Apart, came to mind as one to slash up, no offense meant. Basically retelling the same tale, but my way. This was written in fun that's all. Not for profit.
Feedback: Yes please send to Sairalinde @ hornofgondor.com
Archiving: Yes but ask first please.
Notes: A.U. very loosely based on Bulgarian folk tales about dragons that can shape shift and more closely based on A World Apart. Basically I am slashing the story up with Viggo and Sean and dragons…what fun ;-)
Summary: A.U. Viggo is a NY city cop and Sean is a Lamiaslayer (Dragonslayer) from another place and time. * Told you it was A.U. * ;-)

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[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]
[Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]

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Chapter 3

The two men stood in the kitchen for a few moments and Viggo collapsed into a chair and coughed a few times. This was just too fucking much to deal with. All he wanted was to crawl back into bed and get over this miserable cold.

"Alright. You're a dragon slayer come here from another world called Aryl. You're chasing after some shape shifting dragons that came here through some portal, a similar portal that you came through to land in my bedroom and the goddess of the white tower sent you to me saying that your mission would fail if you don't have me as your guide. And you are a dragon too…and can summon whirlwinds and turn yourself into a dog. Have I missed anything?" Viggo asked with a sigh. This could NOT be happening, but it seemed too real to be a fever induced hallucination.

"I can turn into a great many things, not just a dog, but otherwise yes, I think you have it. Now Viggo time is of the essence we really must hunt." Sean stated.

Viggo threw up his hands, "Hold your horses, Sean. New York is a huge city with millions of people. We can't just 'go hunting'. We need a plan. I need to know more about these dragon men and I need to know what to hunt for. What do they look like in their human form, and in any other forms. Where would they go for instance?" Viggo asked taking another long drink of his coffee and even though it was barely nine in the morning he was wishing for something a lot stronger.

Sean sat down in a chair opposite Viggo and adjusted his sword.

"The Lamia or 'dragon men' as you called them are not able to shape shift the same as myself. They can be in the form of their birth or human but nothing else. Plus when they shape shift into human form they still do have other characteristics that make them very un-human. They still have their teeth, two rows of them and retractable black claws. They also have a distinctive mark on their foreheads. Like that mark on your arm." Sean stated pointing at Viggo's tattoo. "Or my own mark." Sean indicated a tattoo on his hand.

"What does the mark look like?" Viggo asked getting up and grabbing a pencil and paper from the counter.

"It is green. It looks like wings inside a circle." Sean explained.

"Can you show me?" Viggo asked pushing the items toward Sean.

"Yes." Sean answered and began drawing. Sean's hands moved confidently over the paper and while Viggo wasn't expecting more than a basic sketch it turned out to be quite detailed.

"Interesting. So why are they here? Why leave your world?" Viggo asked.

"They are greedy and seek power. If they can increase their numbers they will be able to overrun our world as well as yours. Since they are not known here, and there are no slayers or sorceresses in your world to keep their numbers in check they will multiply rapidly. They will take over not only your world but mine and any number of others as well. They will enslave the humans, murder all Zmey and sorceresses so there are none to oppose their will. All the forests that were once good and lush will be turned to ash. They love to destroy, crops, lives, anything really. They feed on the flesh of animals but prefer humans." Sean explained.

"How many came here?" Viggo asked.

"Only five males made the passage." Sean answered.

"How can they increase their numbers with just males?" Viggo asked praying he wasn't going to get the answer he figured he might.

"They will take human women and give them their seed. Once the child is born they will give the woman to the Lamia to feed on. It is disgusting." Sean answered and noted Viggo's grimace.

"They eat their own mothers? Oh for fucks sake!" Viggo said turning a little green.

"They do not consider them their 'mother' in that sense they consider them simply a means of reproduction." Sean answered.

"What about your kind?" Viggo asked.

Sean smiled, he knew that question would come. "I have a mother Viggo, and I love her dearly. She and my father live in a village called Arod within the white palace's domain. My blood is unusual. My mother is or was a sorceress and my father is a Zmey who chose to give up his gift of shape shifting for my mother. It is not unheard of in my world, although rare. That is why I bear insignia of such high order." Sean explained and pointed to the jade in his sword hilt and the small tattoo on his hand. "This stone was given to me at the moment of my birth by the goddess of light, and this mark was bestowed upon me by the goddess of the white tower of whom I belong."

"Belong?" Viggo asked.

"I am a slayer, a knight. The goddess of the white tower is my keeper, much like I suppose your 'boss' you spoke of. The mark is a symbol of my rank of Captain." Sean explained.

Viggo sat there for a moment and shook his head. This was all so much to digest before noon and all with his head still quite fuzzy. At that thought he sneezed yet again. Sean frowned at him.

"You truly are not feeling well." Sean stated.

"No. I am not." Viggo said with a sniffle.

"Perhaps…if you trust me I can ease this cold you have? I have some healing powers." Sean commented. He did not like seeing the man this way. If he were to hunt he would need his strength and not give up their position with his sneezing and coughing. He told himself it was for those reasons only that he wanted to help.

"If you have a cure for the common cold you will be a hero here in my world." Viggo said laughing.

"I will need water…is there a stream nearby you bathe in?" Sean asked.

Viggo laughed. "No but I have a shower…will that work?"

"A shower?" Sean asked confused. He had to search his mind for the knowledge and soon he smiled.

"A shower would work, though I think a bathtub would be better." Sean answered.

Viggo stood and led Sean to his small bathroom. Sean looked around and then said. "Show me how this works?"

"Well basically the way I do it, I turn on the water, take off my clothes, get in and wash…pretty basic stuff." Viggo answered with a grin.

"Good…take off your clothes then." Sean said walking to the shower and turning on the water. He adjusted the temperature to his liking and then removed his sword belt and started unlacing his breeches.

"Uh…you're going to shower with me?" Viggo asked his hands stilling at the waistband of his jeans.

"Well yes…if I am to heal you I must." Sean answered.

"I see." Viggo answered though he really didn't understand he continued to undress. Both men were soon naked and Viggo made it a point to look only at Sean's eyes. He was already attracted to the guy he didn't need to let him know about it by getting aroused.

Viggo stepped into the shower first and then Sean followed.

"Now turn your back to me." Sean commanded and Viggo sneezed again.

Sean laughed. "We will get rid of that very soon."

Viggo nodded. God this was weird, but no weirder than watching Sean turn into a dog in his kitchen.

After a few moments Sean began to chant something that sounded soothing in some other language and Viggo began to feel a bit more relaxed. The warrior ran his hands lightly across Viggo's shoulders, down his spine, around his waist and up his chest. Then he pulled back and ran his hands through Viggo's hair, to his temples and his calloused fingers even traced a path right down from his forehead to the tip of his nose. When Sean removed his fingers Viggo felt all of the stuffiness leave his head and his chest cleared, and soon even his muscle aches were gone. He felt wonderful, better than he had in ages, but unfortunately Sean's healing touch was also very arousing and Viggo was having trouble controlling his breathing.

Cool air rushed through the door as Sean stepped out of the shower leaving Viggo alone. "I will let you continue your bathing, I trust you feel better now?"

"Yeah…yeah. That was…wow." Viggo answered trying to conceal his arousal from the warrior.

Sean laughed. "It is a useful talent, though sadly I cannot use it on myself when I fall ill or am injured."

Sean dried himself and redressed then left the small bathroom. He had become aroused from touching Viggo like that but he needed to focus his energy now and purge Viggo's illness from his body. Yes, Sean could cure others, but in doing so he had to pull the injury or illness within himself and then use his magic to purge it from his body. One attempt at healing a dying slayer had taught Sean his limits.

Viggo while not on deaths door truly had been quite ill. That impressed him though, the fact Viggo even attempted to fight back earlier that morning told Sean that he was dealing with no coward…just not a man who was fit for fighting this day. Not until now anyway.

The only thing bothering Sean was his attraction to Viggo. It had almost been his undoing in the shower when Viggo had loosed a small whimper as Sean healed him. He would need to keep that in check. Relationships with other males were not uncommon or frowned upon in Aryl but according to his knowledge humans of this world frowned upon a union which could not produce young.

Later when Viggo emerged from the bedchamber he was wearing clean jeans, and a denim shirt, along with a pair of leather boots. He also had another shirt in his hand.

"Thanks for getting rid of my cold…I feel like a new man!" Viggo said walking toward Sean. "Here you might catch pneumonia if you plan to hunt in this weather you'll need a shirt. Lucky we're close to the same size." Viggo said handing Sean the shirt.

Sean nodded and accepted the item of clothing. He removed his bracers and pulled on the worn garment. It was soft and smelled clean but also held Viggo's scent. He put his sword back on and Viggo grinned.

"You can't walk around with that thing on your hip you know." Viggo said pointing.

"What do you suggest I do slay dragons with bad thoughts?" Sean asked with a grin.

"I see sarcasm is the same in your world as it is in mine. It's a good thing it's mid winter, I have a trench coat that will do." Viggo laughed.

"Thank you." Sean said as he started to button the shirt.

"Looks good on you." Viggo commented as he walked over to a small closet and pulled out a leather jacket and a longer woolen coat. "I guess we should go hunting now?" Viggo asked as he slid his jacket on.

"We should, they have had far too much of a head start already and I have no knowledge of where they would go here." Sean said pulling on the heavy woolen coat.

"Will they start taking humans right away? Women to breed with, or would they feed on animals first?"

"They may start with animals, build their strength before taking women to breed I should think. They prefer their lair underground not high up like you here. Do you know of some place they might go?" Sean asked pulling his long blond hair out from under the collar of the coat. Viggo stood for a few moments watching as the golden strands danced in the air before settling against Sean's collar. He had the most overwhelming urge to plunge his fingers into that hair to feel it tangle around his fingers. Viggo then cleared his throat and answered Sean's question.

"Um maybe the subway? There are not many animals there though…other than stray cats, dogs, and lots of nasty rats."

"They will not be picky." Sean stated.

"What about you?" Viggo asked curious as to what a Zmey would eat.

"Me? I imagine I eat similar things to yourself. Vegetables, grains, and meats and yes I do prefer my food cooked if that is what you mean." Sean stated with a grin.

Viggo laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to sound insulting."

"You didn't." Sean said smiling and following Viggo to the door.

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