The Black Book NC-17 VM/OB RPS

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Title: The Black Book
Author: Fairyspell
Rating: NC-17 VM/OB RPS
Summary: Instant attraction ensnares two men.
Warnings: None, this chapter
Disclaimer: Total fiction, I make no claims of knowledge about the lifestyles, sexual preferences, alcoholic beverages of choice or seduction abilities for any characters portrayed here. I intend no disrespect or offense, it was created for my own enjoyment and I seek no profit from it.
Feedback: Please, would love to hear from you!
Archive: Viggorously, Viggorlean Cult, Carefully Kissed, X posted everywhere
Beta: The fabulous pair stjarna1984 and moblo413. Thanks ladies for all your honesty, help and support! Love you both!



His short honey brown hair blew in the springtime breeze while he turned the key and unlocked the double glass doors. As he punched the security code into the keypad behind the wooden front counter, he made a mental note to remove the cigarette butts piled on top of each other, covering the sand completely in the black cylinder ashtrays flanking the entrance. Flipping on the long rows of light switches illuminating the expansive space against the still dark morning in the wall of windows, he let out a deep yawn and drank down the last of his lukewarm coffee.

The phone began to ring, echoing loudly across the empty front room of the club and it's sound mingled with the beeps, rings and quick blips from the pinball and gambling machines. He ran hard, weaving through the pool tables and past the dance floor to pick up the extension in the office.

He slammed his shin hard into something flying into the darkness of the office. "Ow, fuck...fuck!" Hopping to the phone and rubbing his shin he answered "Black Book...this is Viggo..."
Turning on the lights and silently cursing the offending boxes of stock he left stacked in the middle of the floor last night, he pulled up his pants leg to survey the damage as he plopped down into the burgundy highback leather chair.

”Viggo, hey man glad I caught you...,”

“Morning ..., what's up Tim...?” He could hear traffic noises and loud groaning in the background.

“Were on our way to the hospital, water broke...,”

“Good for you and right on time!” He spoke with an obvious full smiling enthusiasm in his voice despite the irritation of the red scraped skin running up the front of his leg, and he wheeled backwards bending to turn the knob of the safe while he spoke. “How's Sarah doing?”

“Not too bad at the moment..., but the contractions are getting stronger...,”

Viggo could hear another muffled moan and a definite obscenity in the background and thought it best to wrap up the conversation. “Give her my love and wish her luck..., call us when the baby's here...,”

“Will do Viggo..., and thanks again for the extended time off..., we really appreciate it...,”

“Dont think a thing about it..., just keep her happy and give a kiss for me..., we'll see you in a few weeks if not before...,” Viggo could hear an approaching siren and guessed they were close, if not already at the hospital.

“Okay..., see you later, boss.”

“Take care...” Viggo hung up the receiver.

A few hours later the bar had come to life. Some of the regulars were in for lunch or a quick game of darts or billiards, the jukebox was blaring the harmonized easy jazz influenced sound of ‘Heaven’ by Los Lonely Boys and loud bouts of laughter erupted from time to time. The sounds of his life floated through the thin walls into his studio behind the bathrooms.

Viggo finished washing out last night's brushes in the room's utility sink and sat behind his old heavy oak desk reworking the lines of a poem. It was trying to formulate itself onto paper, the words were there but they didn't flow with the conviction of his intent and it wore on him. He closed the leather bound journal, disappointed, and replaced it into the hidden wall safe. It would come together in it's own time, he thought, and was tempted to lie down on the sofa running the length of the wall for a nap.

Being short his Assistant Manager for the next few weeks meant he would be here later than normal and he was already behind on his sleep from painting late into the night yesterday. Opting against the beckoning of the soft green couch he instead wandered out to check on business, say a few hello's and reposition the new lighting over the small dance floor. He had noticed watching the swell of rhythmic moving bodies under them the previous night that some of the angles needed adjusting.

The club was a private one, but not an exclusive type by far. Anyone could buy a years membership at the door for ten dollars, provided they were over 18. Security was kept to one friendly and gentle but rather large and burly staffer at the door checking ID's and cards at night. Viggo had created a comfortable relaxed atmosphere with an old fashioned curved yellow pine bar top and full mirror running the length of the wall behind it. The bottles lined the shelves in front of the mirror and many florescent beer lights and TV’s were dotted along the dark blue walls of the front area. His artwork hung everywhere, paintings set the tone and enhanced the feel of the place and his photography told the tales of his life and his passions. It personalized the club and that is why people flocked here, they felt at home, like they belonged.

Ten pool tables filled the middle of the floor and there were three dart stalls on the left side of the bar. Tan leather sofas and pine coffee tables were situated around the space and the blue expanse was filled with a high top pine cocktail table and tall matching high-backed stools for each billiard table. A small area to the right of the bar was screened off with a pine wall and gray and cranberry stained glass windows where the Joker Poker and slot machines were located. It was mainly hidden from view, most guests didn't even realize the little alcove holding the five machines was there, the front of that wall was speckled with pinball machines and a jukebox to further conceal it. The few that discovered it and wandered back to join the regulars there would play for a while and quit when they asked if the machines paid off, and were disappointed to find out the answer was no.

Viggo was always there during the day and most nights if trouble arose, and when it rarely did he usually managed to prevent it with his calm, authoritative and friendly presence or break it up without police involvement. In the end, most fights never got too serious. Stubborn customers were sometimes barred and others ended up becoming friendly playing a game of pool on the house with him, or in Tim's case 3 years ago, landing a job after breaking Viggo's nose when he stepped in between a drunken fist and it's opponent.

The long ago Danish import had the type of personality people flocked to. His bohemian self confident demeanor just made people want to be around him. Intelligent and well spoken, generous with his time and money, he always stands out as dry witted and interesting. His rugged good looks and firm solid build brought many followers with dreams of seduction and one night stands from both sexes, neither of which he indulged in. He wasn't interested in admirers or meaningless sex, he was interested in real life. His son, his art, his bar. In that order. Attraction to the entirety of another person hadn't consumed him for well over a year now and he missed the comfortable security and companionship of a trusted lover, but he wasn't sure he would ever be ready to totally open himself to chancing heartbreak again.

His last relationship had ended badly, his business partner and lover inflicted infidelity upon him through sounds coming from the bathroom. He was there late, his lover supposedly visiting relatives out of town, and had fallen asleep writing in the studio. Awoken by the alarm turning off as they entered the building, he painfully heard them enjoying their own private party at the bar before taking all the cash out of the safe, and delaying their leaving long enough for one last screw in the bathroom. Viggo had suspected an affair but never confronted him. Even after this he simply changed the codes, locks and accounts and left the hurt and shame where it belonged, in his paintings and out the back door with the trash.

Standing in the DJ booth testing the lights, he evaluated the project and was happy with it. He had completely changed the feel of the area by swapping out different color bulbs in some sockets and changing the placement of steady glows accenting paintings and photographs along the same dark walls in others. The small changes seemed to match the mood of his club with a more intimate, smooth flowing wake of lights moving over the surrounding high tables and chairs and sweeping across the black open ceiling and on to the dance floor.

It was Saturday night and the club was wall to wall gyrating bodies on the dance floor and every table and dart lane was full. The thumping bass of music resounded everywhere and players moved to the beat as they drank and gamed. Viggo was in his usual seat at the end of the bar surveying the scene and chatting with guests, and when the DJ took his break Viggo relieved the bartender's in rotation for theirs.

Tossing the bill and change from the last beer sale into the tip jar on the counter, he froze in place for a moment when he caught the most captivating brown eyes looking at him. In the chair next to his usual spot sat a very handsome, tanned, shoulder length brown haired young man about late twenties looking him up and down with a grin on his face. He wore a white cotton shirt brandished with what looked like a small guitar above the pocket and a few strands of leather and chain hanging from his neck. Dangling from them were a collection of different shaped baubles and a variety of rings studded his hands. He was clean shaven with the exception of a slight mustache and goatee, neatly trimmed and framing his white toothed smile.

"Hullo...," he mouthed, and the smile brightened showing more teeth and a flash of his pink tongue behind bow shaped lips.

Walking toward the stunning man's end of the bar hoping the instant arousal in his jeans wasn't apparent, he smiled back and felt a long forgotten warmth and excitement caress it's way down his neck and consume him. Viggo noticed the man's fingers strumming along the bar to the beat of the music and had a flashing vision of those long fingers stroking over his legs, his face, his cock.

"Hey..., I'm Viggo..., get you a drink...?" The Dane extended his hand and the young man gripped it, shaking it firmly. Viggo felt a fluttering tingle flow through his stomach at the touch and it landed in his groin harmonizing with the definite bulge developing there. The young man's eyes were dark expresso brown and still bright at the same time, completely magnetic and the ultimate personification of sexy.

"Orlando...,"

The splendid creature thought for a moment and spoke in a wonderfully thick British accent "Umm...sex at my house...?" The Brit enjoyed the paralyzing reaction he got from his request and looked down at their continually pumping hands and back to Viggo's stunned face. "You might need that to make it though, mate..." he offered with a nod down and a wink.

Viggo briefly blushed realizing it was a drink and not an outright offer. He let go of Orlando's hand and mixed the berry flavored shooter, feeling the man watching him as he poured. The music started up again and Viggo was grateful for the noise. Looking into those dark brown eyes and holding the soft skin of Orlando's hand, the entire place had gone quiet. Although the feeling of this attraction certainly compelled him in more ways than one, it made him a bit nervous as well.

Delivering the shot Viggo's eyes met the younger man's again and he flirted. "Not many know that one..., Sex at my house...," he held a steady gaze momentarily then glanced towards the drink and back up again.

The younger man giggled a wonderful free sound and leaned in reaching for his wallet and dropped some bills on the bar. "We shall have to rectify that then...," He tossed back the sweet shot in one swallow and licked his lips slowly, holding out the glass with the tips of his fingers, swinging it gently by the rim.

Viggo took the small glass, purposely brushing his fingers against Orlando's as he did, and felt the same charge run through him adding to the dull throbbing in his pants. "We may just have to...," Viggo thought raising one eyebrow and nodding slightly once to the side, grinning at winsome young man.

Viggo couldn't remember the last time anyone affected him so immediately or powerfully, he didn't think anyone ever had at all, how would he forget this type of instant attraction? He watched the young Brit float around a table, shooting pool and moving gently in place with the timing of the streaming music when it wasn't his shot. He was accompanied by a girl who looked to be a little older than he was and they seemed friendly, but didn't show the type of affection lovers did. A sister perhaps? A friend from work? It definitely didn't seem like a date, he hoped it wasn't a date! Their ease with each other was apparent and while they did touch often, a teasing slap on the arm or casual contact when passing each other around the table, they looked to just be good comfortable friends.

The two men caught eyes many times throughout the night and it was obvious they were keeping tabs on the others whereabouts within the crowd. At times, Orlando's eyes wouldn't leave the older man's until Viggo would break away first, the small self protective part of him creeping in, and when he would look over again he found the brown eyes were still meeting his, they had never left.

Closing time was approaching and the masses thinned considerably, many headed out for food or an after hours club, the dart league had finished up a while ago and the swarm leaving at it's end cleared out much of the front. Viggo had brought the last of the restocking liquor out to the bar and of course noticed where Orlando was, still shooting at the same table, with the same girl, and watching him with the same sexy smile. "This man is definitely interested in me...," he thought to himself, and not realizing he had said it aloud the bubbly blonde behind the bar answered "He sure is, and here he comes now...,"

With that, the Brit stood next to Viggo. The girlfriend went about settling their tab and Orlando flashed that wonderful smile he had been obsessing over all night.

"So mate..., what time is closing?" Running his hand through the curls of his head and rummaging his pockets for something.

"Not for another hour..., we shut down at two...," The Brit withdrew a crushed pack of Marlboro Light's and offered one to Viggo.

"Perfect...," He answered, lighting Viggo's smoke and one for himself.

"Perfect...?" the older man looked at him questioningly and amused. His cock leapt along with his nervous heart watching him draw in and inhale, seeing his tongue dart to wet his lips before exhaling the smoke off to the side.

"It will take me about an hour to get her home, shower and make it back here...,"

Viggo grinned at his free and easy way and raised an eyebrow, continuing the pretentious flirting "And why will you be back if we are closed...?"

He leaned in slightly speaking in a lower octave, "Because we both want me to be...," Swimming in an intent stare from the blue pools for a moment he raised a hand to Viggo's bottom lip, gently removing a small bit of stray tobacco with his fingers.

"An hour then...?" Orlando reiterated with raised questioning eyebrows and that wonderful shine he emoted as he turned and walked towards the door. Viggo simply smiled wider and nodded, watching the black denim tightly covered ass moving away. His own hand unconsciously went to his lip where Orlando had touched and he was still watching when the younger man opened the door for the mystery girl and paused looking across the sparse crowd to catch Viggo still following him. His face split into the brilliant smile seeing Viggo looking and he pointed to his watch and held up one finger to signal an hour, before he made the final turn and left.
TBC