Sorry it took me so long... The Black Book Chapter Five

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Title: The Black Book Chapter 5/?
Author: Fairyspell
Rating: NC-17 VM/OB RPS
Summary: 9876 words of VigOrli build up and giving in to lust!
Warnings: Language, a heavy dose of smutty goodness!
Disclaimer: Total fiction, I make no claims of knowledge about the lifestyles or sexual preferences 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, Vigorlean Cult, VOLA_Slash, Carefully Kissed, X posted everywhere, sorry for the dupes on your flists.
Beta: moblo413 has a birthday today and I couldn't get my act together prior. She's gonna kill me but I posted without her as to not make her work on her special day! Please let me know where you find errors.
Dedication: My Finnish Goddess eccentrica74, the Birthday Girl moblo413, razzleslash because she inspires me and dmbdragonfly because she had a crapola vacation and deserves some VigOrli love!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four



The Black Book Chapter Five

Credits:
* Bare Naked Ladies; Off the Hook
** Nine Inch Nails; Closer, I want to fuck you.


Coffee. Viggo smelled coffee and in his dream he was drinking it from a thermos at the lake in Idaho. He rolled over under the warm covers as he cast his fishing pole and felt the chill of the lake consume his boots when his feet poked out from the duvet, exposing them to the morning chill outside Orlando's bed. He dozed lazily slipping in and out of his dream, watching the smoke rise from the chimney of the mountain house and drift across the clear sky noting he felt warm wetness flicking against his toes. Wiggling them inside his boots he heard a dog's bark and it roused Viggo out of his dream altogether to find Siti licking his toes at the foot of Orlando's bed.

It was just daybreak according to his cracked eye view of the window and he curled his legs up against himself rolling onto his side. Breathing Orlando's scent on the pillow and flannel sheets, he could faintly hear the younger man's guitar, a muffled sound accompanied by faint singing that would stop suddenly and begin again a few moments later. Viggo opened his eyes and took in the bedroom, laying in Orlando's king sized bed he couldn't see much in the dim light of the barely rising sun but he was able to see the shapes of oak and iron dressers and a full length mirror in the corner. He reached up to stretch and grabbed hold of the iron bars at the headboard. Releasing a morning shudder in the stretch, he heard a light jingle knocking against the bedpost. Rolling a little further to investigate he saw a chain and a leather strap hanging from the knot at the top of the post. Little charms and trinkets clustered together there and Viggo realized this is what made the occasional tinkling sound when Orlando moved. Wondering what the significance of a few of the items were, he made a mental note to inquire sometime.


Siti jumped down from the bed at his awakening and pranced around, obviously feeling accomplished at waking Viggo up and wanting to play. "Good Morning, boy!" Viggo wished the little dog turning circles and rubbing against his legs as he stood up. After a good amount of morning scratching behind Siti's ears, the pooch was satisfied Viggo was up for good and trotted out of the room after licking his hand. Viggo heard the music begin again and knew from the weak sound it wasn't coming from inside the house. Wondering where Orlando was and looking out the window into the backyard, Siti reappeared in the doorway and let out a duo of barks as if he was answering Viggo's thoughts.


"Where's Orlando? I hear him, where is he, boy?" Viggo made for the bathroom and Siti just looked at him, head cocked to the side slightly with an expression that said "aren't you coming?" After washing his hands and splashing some water on his face, Viggo retrieved his jeans and shirt from the edge of the bed and dressed. Zipping the jeans was slightly difficult with his morning erection in the way, but he managed and pulled the covers neatly back into place on the bed. Leaving his shoes in the corner he followed a now leading Siti out toward the kitchen. Viggo called out Orlando's name on the way and got no reply except for the beginning of the same muffled tune again.


The coffee smell got heavier in the air as he walked down the hall, and entering through the arched red doorway he landed his eyes on the picnic bench style table. It wore a fresh pale green tablecloth that exposed the ends of the heavily shellacked pine and contrasting the sage covering lay a single bright sunflower. The note next to it was folded once and propped against the first in a line of ceramic mugs, some with spoons inside, one without. "He doesn't mind doing the dishes does he, boy?" Viggo asked the dog, who looked up from his water dish and wagged his tail twice in response.


The first mug was empty, the second held a spoon and some sugar, third housed creme and the fourth looked to have creme and sugar inside judging from the way the contents rose higher on the sterling handle. Viggo unfolded the tented note bearing the letter 'V' on its face and inside it read:


"You look lovely sleeping!
How do you take your coffee anyway?
I'm out back, Good Morning!"
Orli


Viggo put the paper to his nose. Searching for an Orlando scent and rolling the signature name across his mind as he re-creased the note and carefully tucked it into his back pocket. Choosing creme only, he heard the guitar begin again as he poured the strong brew. The rhythm continued this time long enough for him to choose the creme and sugar mug for Orlando and follow the sound outside carrying the two steaming cups.


The door to the barn was open enough to comfortably fit through and as Viggo approached it the music got louder and resonated across the land. It was the same melody played for him last night and Viggo took his time walking in the sunrise and paused in the doorway undiscovered to listen and watch. Orlando was perched on one of the taller stools, one leg on a rung and the other on the dirt floor. Wearing tattered cut off jeans and a white tank top, a pair of well-worn sandals lay beneath his bare feet. His stature was loose and comfortable as he played, the same look of subtle joy behind closed eyes. His head swayed, almost against the easy beat of the words he sang out, the entire vision was perfect.


Viggo momentarily longed for his camera and dismissed the want as quickly, realizing nothing but present time could fully capture what he saw at this moment. Stopping suddenly to lean over and pencil something in an open book on the workbench, Orlando shook his head in a yes motion and smiled brightly to himself running his fingers through his hair and then beginning again. Siti lay at Viggo's feet now and the satisfied musician began the intro to the song again.



* "All around the room you're things are placed
And next to you he fills a space
And so it seems that saving grace is only saving face.
Pictures of the two of you, on holiday on honeymoon
You thought that he was wanting you, but he was only wanting you to
let him off the hook."


"He was your imaginary friend
You were partners 'till the end
And something bends and then it breaks
You're worst mistake accepting.
Enemies on bended knees a litany of tragedies
you're vexed, it seems your hexed and after sex
he expects you'll let him off the hook 'till..."


"Something that you heard
while you were sleeping left you,
shaken while he stirred
but you awake and you will,
make him eat his words right off the
hook and line, every time."


"The credit card receipts, the dirty sheets,
The souvenirs of men who cheat.
It all makes sense with each offense
You wanted to believe him. . . ,”


As much as Viggo wanted to stay unnoticed and listen, the fact that Orlando hadn't sang the well-practiced words last night told Viggo he was eavesdropping. He knew now why he hadn't sung the words; the song was about him, he and James. Knocking loudly on the side of the barn to let Orlando know he was there, he entered the rest of the way smiling and feeling flattered his life had inspired something in someone else. Orlando was startled by the sudden noise and stopped playing abruptly, placing his hand over the strings to mute the remaining sounds.


"Good Morning, Mr. Bo jangles."


"Morning! Did I wake you?" Orlando replied, feeling like the cat that got caught eating the canary with a jolt of adrenaline pulsing in his chest.

"No, not at all." Extending the second mug to Orlando after the younger man set his guitar in a stand Viggo hadn't noticed the day before.


"I couldn't sleep anymore, thought I would toss a few things around. . . ," Orlando searched the older man's face for signs that he heard the song, knowing that he must have, and silently chastised himself for his careless choice of things to work on with Viggo at the house. He raised his head once quickly, nodding his thanks for the coffee and looked into his own mug, smiling at the liquid inside.


He tested the steaming java easily before taking a bigger sip. “Brilliant! Lucky guess?”


"There was so much sugar, it seemed habitual. . . , precise deduction of all probabilities."


Viggo held out his mug and Orlando peered in, never missing a beat as to why, and smiled at the caramel colored liquid raising his eyes back to Viggo.


"I knew it. . . , enough to be indulgent but not so much as to actually have to fuss too much over it. . . ,"


"Something like that, I suppose." Viggo strummed a finger over the strings and looked to Orlando during the motion.


The touch of nervous tension still hung in the air for Orlando and Viggo sensed it. The thrum of the sound sealed that both men knew his song had been overheard. The older man broke the silence after a long sip of coffee saying "was that about me?"


"Yes." Orlando's posture went a little limp as he shook his head a little, disappointed in himself and thinking he had bruised Viggo. Closing over the journal that was lying open and leaving his pencil as a bookmark to the notes and words, he looked back up to Viggo to search his eyes. "I didn't mean for you to hear. . . ," His hands were moving animatedly trying to explain himself further with the gestures and his knee twitched and bounced on the rung. "Please don't be offended, I babble things out onto paper and sometimes it turns into. . . , I don't want you to feel hurt or invaded."

Viggo cut him off with a finger over his lips and moved behind the younger man still perched with a twitching leg on the stool. Wrapping his arms around Orlando's shoulders and holding the younger man's warm back to his chest he spoke softly. "I would never be offended, it's a great song and it's yours. . . ," Squeezing Orlando tight the last words on the subject were "Remember? I get you. . . ,"


*~*~*~*~*


"So what are your plans today?" Orlando asked the older man as they buckled into the Mustang.


"Heading to the hospital to meet my honorary niece, then back to work, you?"


Running his fingers through his curls to get them settled in the wind sheer ripping through the convertible Orlando replied "I've got that Career Day thing at the school and then some work to finish up in the barn, the patio furniture and bed are getting picked up today, so I need to be around for that."


"What are you going to play for the kids?"


"I have no idea, mate. . . , no idea." Orlando shook his head letting out a small laugh and making a comical nervous face.


"Would you like to have dinner later on and tell me all about it?"


"I sort of thought seeing you later was a given. . . ," Orlando placed his hand on Viggo's, intertwining their fingers together on the older man's leg.


They rode the rest of the short distance to the club in ease. Viggo rode with his head against the rest, enjoying the fast breeze and the music on the radio. When they pulled into the lot, a few employees had already gathered waiting for entrance into the building. One jeered them openly, teasing Viggo about being late and wearing the same clothes as yesterday. The guy got a mocking middle finger from Viggo in return for his provocations.


Orlando snickered at Viggo's playful annoyance toward the staffers and they began kicking a plastic bottle around, occupying themselves until Viggo would come over to let them inside.


"What time should I come back, or do you want me to meet you?"


"Come whenever you like, it will be slow today, I should be here...,"


"I get to see the studio, yeah?"


"Absolutely, there is a lot I want you to see."


As the two men were silent, each thinking of how to part company, the plastic bottle hit the car and flew up the hood, landing in the seat between the two. Viggo gave a parental grimace and said he was sorry as the bouncer jogged over apologizing.


"No worries mate, it's just a bottle. . . ," Orlando's words took the apprehension off the bouncer's face as he stopped his gate at Orlando's side of the car, taking the bottle from him.


"Sorry man, nice ride!"


"Thanks!" Came the reply as he rubbed the leather-covered steering wheel.


"65?"


"64, close, man. You know Mustangs?"


"Who doesn't?" The bouncer chuckled out. "Sorry about the bottle though."


Viggo put the keys into the boys outstretched hand and he trotted back to the group, letting them inside.

Orlando rose in his seat slightly, peering over the dash with a nervous face. "Look for me. . . , did they hurt her?"


Viggo was getting out of the car as Orlando asked, took a once over of the hood on his way around to Orlando's side and shook his head no, stroking Orlando's hair as he did. "Looks fine, no harm done."


"Two minutes before the alarm." Viggo nodded towards the building, not wanting to part from the younger man.


"We could do a lot in two minutes!" Orlando shamelessly flirted; reaching around Viggo's waist with one arm and pulling him flush against the car door.


"Thought you liked large amounts of foreplay?" Viggo responded in his best British accent with an eyebrow raised as if propositioning the younger man.


"Yeah Baby!" Orlando blurted out in a laughing squeal. "Foreplay begins when you wake up in the morning, love. Didn't you know?"


"Then you may want to bring a change of clothes with you later, and we'll see. . . ," Viggo glanced toward the wall of windows and back to Orlando, who was gliding one hand up and down the older man's side.


Orlando squeezed Viggo's side in response and told him "I'll just stay, no pressures for either of us, yeah?"


"I don't think we want our first kiss to be in front of the gawkers. . . ," leaning his head toward the windows where the crew was happily being obvious in waving, watching the two men together. Orlando waved back and smirked at them, one girl pretending to lift her shirt at him and Orlando playfully covered his eyes laughing with her.


"They look a bit scary to me, Viggo. What kind of people do you employ?" Orlando teased the older man who was waving them away from the glass.


"I'm beginning to wonder myself!" Viggo's attention turned back to Orlando and said "Sometime tonight then?"


"Wouldn't miss it, see you later then!"


As Orlando turned the key a screeching sound pierced the air as the alarm went off, the painful noise preventing them from stalling their goodbye any further. Viggo ran his hand quickly through Orlando's hair, waved, and jogged toward the front doors.


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Wandered the supermarket gathering items for dinner, Viggo had stopped at the personal hygiene section selecting a shampoo and creme rinse he thought Orlando might like. He chose three different body washes and a couple tubes of toothpaste. Pondering on soft or medium bristles, the older man tossed both toothbrushes into the cart thinking it would make Orlando feel wanted and welcomed if he by chance forgot his own.


He called the cleaning service on his cell and scheduled an emergency clean of the apartment and the last stop was at the florist for some flowers before his errands were complete. Making his way to the front of the store to pay, he spotted a rather large selection of lubricants for a grocery store. K-Y, Wet, ID, Body Action and Astro Glide were nestled among others on the small space of shelving. Looking both ways down the aisle first, he picked up the K-y gel carefully avoiding the Elbow Grease and Slick 'Um. Turning the box around he scoffed at the directions telling him to "open the tube aseptically, by sanitizing the tube tip and cap prior to puncturing with a sterile implement."


Deciding it was too medical sounding and recalling this was what James had always brought home, he replaced it to the shelf and picked up the subtle purple box. Astro Glide was displayed discreetly on the front along with the words Personal Lubricant and a swishy line accentuating the name. No warnings on opening the bottle was a good sign, he thought to himself as a cart made it's way around the far corner into his aisle. Viggo replaced the box and picked up a bottle of vitamins, pretending to be interested in them until the woman passed and rounded the display at the end of his aisle. Retrieving the purple box, he let out a "humph" sound at the caution on the side advising "a quick clean up of any spills, as the contents were very slippery" and he said aloud "I should certainly hope so." It came in liquid and gel and Viggo chose the liquid thinking it would warm faster than the tube of cold goop he remembered.

"The Natures Dew is nice." A female voice startled him, making him jump.


"Um..., what did you say?" Viggo asked, trying to act casual and crawl back into his skin at the same time.


"Natures Dew, it's a good one for your wife..., or girlfriend."


"Thanks for that." Viggo was polite in return and didn't look at her; he was amazed and somewhat embarrassed by her boldness. 'She's trying to pick me up. . . , here, in front of the lube!' Not that he minded necessarily, just that he was just getting back into the world of having lube around again and here she was sneaking up on him while he tried to investigate his options, preferably in private.


"Are you single?" She asked, putting her hand on his arm and tossing some 'Elbow Grease' into her cart. She ran her uninvited hand up to blatantly squeeze Viggo's bicep.


Eyeing her hand on his arm in a clear downward glance, Viggo replied in a calm and matter of fact tone. "Actually, I'm considering ramming my fist up my boyfriend's ass tonight; so I don't think 'Natures Dew' is gonna quite cut it." When he finished speaking Viggo's look changed to stern and he directed it right at her, a definite queue for her to remove her hand and move on.


The presuming woman's foiled sexy gaze turned icy cold as she cursed him with her sneer, holding her piercing eyes on a bottle reading Viggo until she rounded the corner or the aisle. Viggo chuckled out loud when she was gone and tossed the purple box into his own cart, physically wiggling his fingers in a goodbye wave at the floral pink and green 'Natures Dew' box looking small and neglected on the shelf.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Orlando arrived and purchased a membership, regardless of the VIP pass that had been left at the door for him. He didn't see Viggo anywhere so he loaded some bills into the jukebox selecting a variety of tunes. Making his way to the bar for a Guinness and a rack of balls, the bottle kicking bouncer pressed the VIP pass into his hand and informed that Viggo would be back in a while and anything he wanted was on the house. Orlando thanked him and paid for his beer anyway, not wanting to take advantage or encourage any teasing, regardless of its good-natured humor towards Viggo.


The bartender gave him the front table, despite the number of open ones in the less conspicuous areas of the club. He deducted it was solely for the purpose of curious eyes as he walked the few steps to it from the bar. Some of the staff made their way over to him, being friendly to the newcomer and he was gracious and friendly in return. It was important to him to fit in with the close knit group given that he was so interested in their overprotected employer.


When his songs were finished playing, he settled his billiards tab and wandered the club looking over the photos and artwork again. Many photos were taken in a mountain setting with fishing poles and campfires, the traditional burning marshmallows on a stick held by a young boy that Orlando assumed to be Henry. A younger Viggo with longer redder hair holding a huge fish over his head wore the million dollar smile Orlando loved already, he could practically hear the older man's stuttered laughter as he held up his prize catch.


A nicely framed photo with a twenty dollar bill matted above it showed the ribbon cutting ceremony when they broke ground here. Scanning over the gathered people wearing suits, Orlando recognized Henry in the circle surrounding a smiling Viggo, who was holding one side of a gigantic scissors. Holding the other handle was a very well built and striking blonde man with a strong chin and chiseled features cutting through the thick red ribbon, a shovel was plunged upright in the dirt at his side.


"That's when we broke ground, there's Henry." Viggo's voice was directly behind him and he felt the pointing man's body heat spread over his back.


"Is this James?" Orlando pressed a fingerprint directly over the man in the picture face, squashing it through the glass and smirking at Viggo.


"Yep, the only picture of him left in here." Viggo removed Orlando's finger from the picture and held it in his hand. "There's Exene." Viggo used the younger man's finger to point at the red head in the background wearing a smart looking suit and an honest smile as big as Viggo's.


"She's attractive; I can see both of you in Henry at this age."


"Exene is a remarkable woman, a singer too! Used to have a band for awhile and she cut a few records long before this."


"Does she still sing?"


"Not professionally, she's an executive at an advertising agency now."


Viggo moved away from the picture and motioned to a seat at the end of the bar next to his usual spot. The men were immediately greeted by the same bubbling blonde who waited on Orlando the night the two men met at this very spot. Placing a printed cocktail napkin with the clubs logo down in front of each man, she set a tall thin glass full of green thick liquid in front of Viggo.


"I'll have what he's having." Orlando joked making a twisted face and picking up the glass to smell its contents.


"It's not very exciting, I assure you. . ., " and Viggo dared him with his eyes to taste it.


Orlando looked to the woman behind the bar who was shaking her head no at Orlando. It had a pungent aroma and Orlando made his own disapproving face as he clunked it back onto Viggo's napkin.


"That's positively nauseating, Viggo!"


The club owner laughed and tilted his head as if to say 'cheers'.


Orlando's cock twitched watching the older man's throat move as he downed the foul concoction, the Brit was lost in a momentary fantasy as the sinewy muscles contracted and Viggo's Adam's Apple moved up and down.


"Protein shakes." Viggo stated handing the empty glass to the bartender and snapping Orlando's attention back from his erotic thoughts.

"Revolting." Orlando answered


"A guest here got me into it, she likes Russian Vodka and I don't eat regularly so I get her specialty vodka through the retailers and she keeps me stocked with the powder." Viggo wiped his mouth with the napkin before going on. "She's very eccentric; you'd like her."


"Does she come in often?"


"About once a week or so, she's backpacking across Russia with her husband this month. Knowing them, they are in sleeping bags somewhere green feeding kabobs to each other right off the sticks."


"Hmm, she sounds very free spirited." Orlando nodded realizing for the first time how many people Viggo must know through this place and feeling somewhat intimidated at being the new guy on the block here.


The DJ had begun a sound check and the lighting in the club dimmed. Orlando noticed many more bodies mingling around and a swelling of people joined together at the dart stalls. There were only a few pool tables left unoccupied and every seat along the bar was filled.


"Let me do a quick check over and we'll head to the back?" Viggo asked. "Sound level is getting ready to rise."


"No problem, mate. I'll be fine here."


Orlando declined another beer before Viggo squeezed his shoulders in leaving. The small gesture gave his a shiver and he was enthralled with the bustle building in the two large rooms. He enjoyed observing where and how Viggo spent his time. The club truly was a reflection of the older man, comfortable and elegant, unpretentious and classic at the same time. A dance beat echoed out from over the wall separating the expansive rooms and swirling lights and silent sirens spilled across the bar top with the beat. The bottle kicker set up a velvet rope and cocktail waitresses were making their rounds among the patrons.


Viggo carried a box of liquor past Orlando, winking as he did, and made some notations in a logbook. He said a few hellos to guests Orlando assumed to be regulars and checked quickly to see who was behind the stained glass wall at Orlando's back. Satisfied all was under control and flowing smooth, Viggo motioned for Orlando to follow, taking his hand as they waded through the mobbed dance area and passed a couple groping and making out by the bathrooms.


"Easy now!" Orlando chided to the couple as the men passed by and Viggo chuckled and gave his hand a quick tug saying "Don't encourage them!" Viggo was punching numbers into a keypad on the wall and a buzzing sound granted them access. Holding the heavy door open Viggo tugged Orlando's arm again, breaking his eyes off the glued couple. "You're such a perv. . . ,"


"I was simply reserving your privacy with the entire button-punching thing you were doing." Orlando defended himself grinning and added quick moving hand gestures toward the door.


Viggo swatted the younger man's backside as he passed through into a short hallway. A bright red door was at the end and two on each side, one Orlando assumed to be the office from the keypad there and the other was clearly marked a loo. Viggo unlocked the blinding door and motioned for Orlando to enter first. He walked into the slight odor of chemical laced in the air and realized it was the paint. As the door closed behind them, the outside sounds of the club were mostly shut out as well and Orlando took in the sectioned off areas one by one.


Tucked behind a partition was a very large oak desk smothered in papers of all colors and shapes, torn paper bags and cocktail napkins scrawled with only a few words or covered entirely. An old-fashioned crank pencil sharpener stood next to an overflowing assortment of pens and pencils and a very old cup of coffee was perched on the corner. A charcoal drawing hung behind the tall leather executive chair, it's image done in black and white. A very obvious representation of Exene nursing Henry. There was no background; just the bare chested figure cradling her naked son to breast, looking lost in her love for the boy. Being a man who notices things, Orlando noted the portraits date and signature evidenced it was created shortly after his break up with James.


The other side of the room was open and had a large utility sink with an oval mirror above it, next to that wooden planks and cinder blocks made shelving that held different size clear plastic boxes and bottles, each labeled with it's contents such as paper size and quality, film; color or black and white, paints; brand and paste or block and lastly many holding brushes and rags. The back end of the room was behind Japanese rice paper doors and a red X was painted on the floor in the center of the black and opaque wall. Orlando inquired and learned this was the spot where Viggo takes a deep breath before entering, exhaling anything negative before entering beyond.


Orlando followed the tradition and exhaled a deep breath slowly before pushing the panel aside. At his first step off the X, Viggo began to laugh openly and loudly. Turning quickly toward the man Orlando sheepishly asked "what? Did I do it wrong?"


"Relax! No, no.“ The whole breathing thing was a joke! Which you didn't get. . . , why are you nervous being here today, I can tell?" Viggo rubbed his back a few strokes looking into his brown eyes.


"Not entirely sure at the moment, but I am a little. And that stunt didn't help any!" Orlando admitted swatting Viggo hard on the arm.


"Ow, what was that for?"


"Calling me a pervert and making an arse out of me with this red X of yours. What is it there for then?"


"To be honest, the X is so I can find the damn sliding panel. So who is the *arse* now?"


"You have got to stop using that accent, you sound completely ridiculous. . . ,"


Orlando took an animated large step further into the wide room, leaving Viggo in the doorway trying to look hurt at his playfulness and he noted the temperature was colder than on the other side of the divider. Orlando assumed it was to preserve the dozens of paintings he saw housed in slats against one wall. A sole easel stood in the center of the room with its back to the men. There was a long green couch and a side table with a coffee maker and a small TV crammed together on the small surface. A small door with a dark uncovered bulb above it led to the darkroom, Viggo explained as he sat down on the couch propping his feet on the wooden crate in front of him.

Facing the canvass Orlando couldn't make out anything but blended colors and firm brush strokes leaving hairline marks in the thick paint. The shades were based on a green apple with yellows and some paler shades of red. Tilting his head to the side in an attempt to gain some perspective and see what was in the work in front of him, he heard Viggo get off the couch and come to him. Placing his hands on Orlando's shoulders, Viggo gently moved him to sit on the stool in front of the easel, keeping his hands on the younger man they looked together at the canvas ahead. Orlando focused on the center of color, still unable to make anything out and feeling small for not picking up on what he hoped would have been obvious.


Glancing up at Viggo with apologetic eyes and not knowing what to say, Viggo instructed him "Look beyond it, try focusing on the edges."


"Okay. . . ,"


Orlando looked back to the green that seemed to be laughing at him and slowly led his eyes around the edges of the canvas. Holding them at one corner, he intentionally blurred his eyes a bit and tried to see the mass of yellow green paint in the center as an accent instead of the focal point of the piece, therefore avoiding giving it much attention at all. Through blurred eyes he found a clearer edge formed by the brush strokes. It was a rounded edge made by vertical lime strokes and what looked to be a yellow center before were now clearly a separate layer and not a blend at all.


Orlando must have stiffened with that realization because the artist let go of his collarbones and moved to his side. He could feel Viggo watching his face.


"I see the different shapes, very loosely bleeding in and out of each other." Orlando commented without looking away from the art to speak to Viggo's hopeful eyes. "I can see the differential between the colors, making a larger oval and a smaller form in the center, but these three dragging sections throw me from what it is supposed to be." Orlando moved his fingers across the painting, feeling bumps from the dried oils under his fingerprints as he moved them. "I don't see the picture, I can see something is there but it isn't clear to me what it is." Orlando's face showed disappointment in himself for the second time that day. "Tell me what it is Viggo, I want to know. . . ,"


"It could be anything really, something you want to see may be there that wasn't intended by me."


"Enough artistic sociology, what did you put there? I really want to know!"


"Nope, you either see it or not. It doesn't matter what I see or meant to paint there, it's about finding something you can see or pull out of it."


"Bullocks. . . ," Orlando looked back to the canvas and focused his eyes again, wanting so badly "to get" Viggo's art the way the older man was able to appreciate his.


"It's not a stressful thing. . . , relax." The older man spoke and Orlando saw Viggo's movements in the side of his vision. Coming away from the painting, he took the brush Viggo offered and the painter positioned it correctly in Orlando's hand, keeping his on top as a guide. Viggo slid the easel closer to the Brit's stool and moved behind the younger man again. Orlando could feel warm breath against his neck, prickly whiskers scraping gently against the flesh while the older man's fingers caressed the wrist supporting the brush.


Orlando let his eyes close and his level of arousal was immediately thrown back into last night’s state of seduction. Viggo let his gentle fingers caress slowly to Orlando's elbow, running a cotton touch finger across the crease of the joint there. Orlando leaned into the sensations below his ear, letting out a soft moan and wanting more pressure, which Viggo didn't give. Barest lips butterflied along the edge of Orlando's ear, simply brushing and ghosting over the tender shape and sending Orlando's heart racing. The Brit's breathing hitched with the tender touches and his cock grew even harder feeling Viggo's heated mouth move down his sinewy neck. Stubble shadowed lips as Viggo trailed down Orlando's throat and back up softly to his ear again, continuing to graze the heated flesh without pressing his lips into the younger man's supple ginger scented skin.


"Relax. . . ,"


"Difficult at the moment. . . , you doing that. . . ,"


"Can you feel me. . . , what does my body say without speaking...?"


Orlando opened his impassioned eyes, which the older man must have sensed, so he moved his free hand to cover Orlando's sight.


"Don't think so much. . . , feel it. What does my body say to you?" Viggo repeated the erotic question, slowly passing over the younger man's neck again, blowing cool air behind his trailing mouth.


"You want to give in. . . , Your hands strain holding back." Orlando let out a small whimper as Viggo mouthed the crease behind his ear. "Promising my body tormenting pleasures. . . ,"


"And my mouth?" Viggo brushed full over the edges of Orlando's ear again, exhaling slowly and sending hot breath into its crevices. The steamy air escaping as it cooled wrapping itself around Orlando's skull. "What does it say. . . ?"


Orlando felt Viggo move their hands downward and up again, guiding his hand to point the brush forwards. Feeling the bristles press against the hard surface in a downward motion and then bending their wrists into an upward stroke. Orlando's eyes were still covered by Viggo's hand and every other sense was blinded by the hardness straining between his legs and the steady flowing heat of Viggo's tender lips grazing over his ear.


"Tell me. . . ," They painted together, the brush lifting, dipping and pressing again and again against the unseen canvass, the same passes being made against Orlando's neck and hairline.


Orlando's head rolled slightly to the side giving more room for Viggo's attentions and silently requesting more. He groaned receiving what he wanted while their motions with the brush continued on.


"Viggo,"


"Hmm?" The first ever touch of the older man's tongue to Orlando's body was on the earlobe at his lips, lifting it into his mouth with his wet muscle and sucking so very softly before releasing it. Arms and joined hands still moved in concert, dipping and pressing the brush and Viggo whispered "Can you tell me?"

"God," Orlando moaned out louder this time. "Can't think. . . ,"


No sooner had Orlando's words oozed out of his mouth did Viggo allow him to see, the bright light caused difficulty in adjusting his vision and the intimacy between the two men was ended. Orlando looked shocked at the sudden interruption and questioned Viggo with his eyes. Nodding toward the canvas and taking the brush from Orlando, the younger man faced the painting again and in a few moments his body straightened.


"Oh my God it's a pram! A umm. . . , a cradle!" Orlando blurted out excitedly. "It's your niece!" Orlando was practically off the stool and his leg bounced while he ran a hand through his hair and along his neck, leaving a faint green smudge where Viggo had been just moments ago.


"Yes, yes." Viggo nodded quickly, smiling at Orlando's infectious glee.


"I see it!" Orlando quickly looked at Viggo with pride and happiness in his eyes and then returned to the wet canvass. "Yes, flowers there, bundled and hanging upside down along the edges." Viggo replaced his arms around the younger man's shoulders from behind and a very excited Orlando was completely oblivious to the gift he had just given the older man.


"Look! Angels here above her, yeah?" Orlando waved a pointed finger to the blended swirls of pearly yellow and white above the center of the painting, not taking his eyes away for the answer.


"For you, sure. . . ,"


"What is it for you then?" Viggo had been rocking their bodies back and forth slightly and Orlando opened one of the older man's hands against his chest, thumping his fingers with the beat of his heart against the flattened hand. The younger man turned his head for the reply, only able to see Viggo looking ahead out of his side vision due to the angle of their position.


"I don't know yet, but angels sound nice."


Orlando pressed a soft kiss to Viggo's cheek. "I get you too." He said gently, and sincerely meaning the words, before returning his sight to the colors before them. "It's brilliant, and so bloody obvious to me now. . . ," Orlando lifted their joined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of Viggo's. "Thank you, Viggo. . . ,"


"I didn't do it, you did."


"Your distractions were most lovely. . . ," Orlando shifted his back, trying to snuggle closer into Viggo's chest and slyly maneuver his arousal to a more comfortable position. The younger man continued smiling and swimming in the waves of color washing over the eggshell surface while he willed his erection to soften.


"Mmm it was, wasn't it. . . ," Viggo agreed pressing a kiss to the top of Orlando's chestnut head.


"Did your teacher nibble your ear to redirect your focus?"


"Hardly, he smacked me on the back of the head."


Both men shared a laugh and Orlando came out of the mood of the experience jumping up off the stool, almost clocking Viggo's chin with his head in the sudden dismount. "Can I see more?" Orlando requested pulling Viggo the few steps toward the slats and slid out the first piece without an answer.


"Here, this one." Viggo traded out the work in Orlando's hands and glanced at his watch. "We have to be quick though or dinner will burn."


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*


Entering the apartment, they were greeted with the smell of dinner roasting in the oven and Orlando's stomach growled loud enough for Viggo to hear and tease him about. Viggo told him background information on some of the items adorning the crisp restored apartment before moving into the kitchen for final dinner preparations. Orlando lit the candles on the dining room table and chose a bottle of wine at Viggo's request, opening it and hunting through the sidebar for glasses. Two very large and tastefully framed black and white photographs hung against the deep tan walls setting the relaxed and comfortable tone in the room. One was a close up of snow covered ground that captured a birds footprints, the dotted trail ending with a larger imprint in the snow when the birds wingtips brushed the powder upon flight. Its companion hung at it's side, a crackling splintered frost that spread it's presence against a window's glass, the morning sun reflecting in its spindly fingers.


The opposite wall held a much smaller photo housed in a very large and ornate scalloped frame. Another close up shot, this one of dew drops hanging from the underside of a twig, tiny versions of the red tulips growing behind the photographer ensnared in the droplets. Adding the perfect touch to the warm room was a moderate vase of fresh cut daisies in the center of the large oval table.


Dinner conversation was spent over the accountings of their day, Orlando enjoyed being at the school and played various Disney movie themes, ending the show when requests for Brittany Spears and Jason Timberlake started popping forward from the circle of children at his feet. Viggo had made it to the hospital before his friends were discharged, and the baby was beautiful and much larger than he remembered Henry looking as an infant that new. A truck had come to pick up the expected pieces from the farm and Orlando was grateful for the room it freed in the loft. His current work in progress was almost complete and he wanted to be able to move the other pieces around to make room for it. Viggo had spoken with Henry that morning and filled Orlando in on the boy's current events and at the same time let Orlando know the Father and Son would be going to Idaho in a few weeks for vacation time prior to school beginning. Viggo being gone for two weeks cut into the younger man, and though he kept that to himself he hoped Viggo felt the same way. They had just met after all, but the chemistry and overwhelming urge to be with Viggo every moment of the day and night had already taken hold of him.


Clearing their places, Viggo wouldn't allow the younger man to help with the dishes, instead he asked Orlando to choose another bottle of wine while he finished up in the kitchen.


"I think this one is sweeter, that okay?"


"Sure, I like the sweeter to sip on too. The dry was better with the beef."


"You sure I can't help?"

"Almost done, the opener is in that drawer there." Nodding to his side. "Why don't you snoop around a few minutes while I finish up?"


"Oooh, snooping! I like it!" Orlando popped the cork and refilled their glasses, lifting his to Viggo's mouth to sample while the older man's hands were busy in the bubbly sink.


"This box here is a dishwasher you know." Orlando gently kicked against the stainless front of the machine on his way out of the room.


"Smart-ass!" Viggo called out over the running water and continued the drollery with "Sorry I don't have enough in front of me to fill it up for you."


"Oooh. . . I love it when you talk dirty!" Orlando hollered back from the stereo snickering at how Viggo always left himself wide open for sexual innuendo. He heard the expected snort of laughter from the kitchen and searched through the vast collection of CD's.


"I thought you were snooping?" Viggo threw the wet sponge at Orlando from the doorway of the kitchen, hitting him in the chest and leaving a nice sized water splat on his shirt.


"Hey!" Orlando caught the bouncing sponge and saw a laughing Viggo duck back into the kitchen before he could retaliate.


"That's for the paint on your neck. . . ,"


"Seems I've quickly turned into a mess, where's the loo?" Orlando selected a Nine Inch Nails CD and pushed the blinking button.


"Down the hall, 2nd on left. . . ,"


The Brit wiped at the paint with his fingers with no results, jamming easily to the beat of the music coming through the door from the living room. Using the sponge, which he now noticed was new and not the one from the sink, he got rid of the green stripe from under his jaw and washed his hands. Unable to resist the urge, Orlando pulled back the shower curtain and peeked into the tub. Black and white tile surrounded the empty tub area. No bottles or soap, just a collapsing mirror affixed to the wall. Disappointed, he closed the curtain and opened the medicine chest. A bottle of aspirin, a razor and a toothbrush in a travel case sat on the bottom shelf, the rest were unused and lonely looking. Disappointed in his findings again, he dabbed a towel on the wet splotch on his shirt, flipped off the light and joined Viggo outside on the balcony.


"Well, your secret is out now, Mortensen. . . ,"


"Which one?" Viggo laughed.


"You have the most boring loo in the history of snooping guests!" Orlando began fishing in his trousers and fetched the ashtray from the cart at the corner.


"You snooped?" Viggo pulled a small glass topped table between the loungers.


"You told me too!" Orlando laughed at Viggo's corny expression and held up his pack of fags, asking with the motion if Viggo minded him smoking.


"And I found nothing but a sad little rusty razor. . . ," Orlando lit a smoke and offered it to Viggo, who took it and stretched out in the red lounger.


"Serves you right, the guest bath is supposed to be boring. . . ," Orlando looked like he was deciding whether to sit on Viggo's lounger or it's mate and Viggo reached out his hand for Orlando to join him on his.


Sitting on the side for just a moment and looking a little hunched due to his height, Orlando looked for their glasses and rose up again to retrieve them from the round table a few feet away. "Want your glass?"


"Thanks." Viggo brought his leg up, making room for the younger man to join him laying his back against Viggo's chest.


Orlando took in the large balcony with the potted plants and hanging rail boxes filled with snapdragons and begonias. A small water feature stood in the corner lending its soothing trickle to their atmosphere and a group of hummingbird feeders hung in a corner. Viggo kicked off his loafers and wriggled his toes into Orlando's shoes, helping him remove them without the use of any hands. They sat silent for a while, rubbing their feet against each other and enjoying their smokes, the sun was about hidden in the trees ahead leaving a pink and purple haze in it's memory.


"What time do we need to leave?" Orlando asked


"Why are we leaving?"


"Don't you need to go close the club?"


"Not tonight, Tim volunteered to run over and do it, I think he wants to hand out more cigars. . . ,"


"How very lucky for us then!" Orlando shifted slightly to stub out his fag and clanked their wineglasses together before taking a sip.


"I would have made you come with me though, since you snooped and all." Viggo chided handing Orlando his half smoked cigarette, which he stubbed out as well.


"Wanker!" The men had a light laugh and Orlando snuggled back into his place against the older man's chest.


"I can't get over your artwork, Viggo. Why don't you show it?"


"I do."


Orlando shifted to the side of Viggo's chest so he could look up and the older man met his interested eyes. "You didn't tell me, where?"


"The Bickett Gallery, downtown. . . ," Viggo raised one eyebrow teasingly. "If you had snooped in the other bathroom you would have seen their catalogue."

Orlando swatted him saying "I know where I will be going tomorrow . . . ," Orlando ran a finger across Viggo's jaw. "I would really like to see more, I still can't get over that cradle painting today. . . ,"


"I can't get over you today. . ., or any other day in fact. . . ,"


With this, both men held an elongated shared gaze. The moments of Viggo at Orlando's neck in the studio flooding back to both their minds. Orlando slowly looked over the face inches from his own, blue eyes hungry with the same desires followed suit, memorizing every line, mark and freckle on the younger man's handsome face. "How did you get that?" Orlando traced a finger over the scar continuing through the older man's upper lip.


Viggo tightened his hold around the Brit pressed against him and his hands drifted over Orlando's chest, exploring his thin and muscular shape and adding fuel to the smoldering fire present in Viggo's groin for the last two days. "A fight with a fence." He spoke quietly, feeling along the table with the base of his glass to find the solid surface and leaving it there. "I lost. . . ," he took the other glass from Orlando and attempted the same. 'Closer' came on the CD player and the dark sexual techno rhythm blared out through the open glass doors. The younger man's finger continued sweeping deftly over Viggo's lips and another joined it shortly, running gracefully just below the first. **You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you. Missing his mark, Viggo let the glass fall to the concrete and neither man acknowledged the shattering. Help me, I broke apart my insides. Help me, I've got no soul to sell.


Help me, the only thing that works for me. Help me, get away from myself. Orlando shifted a little more, his body rising taller to meet Viggo's face straight on. Leaning up on one wrist and cupping the back of Viggo's neck with the other, the brown eyed man curled his fingers in the edge of the older man's hair and his thick lashed eyes looked deep into Viggo's again. I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside. Stuttering his lean in, Orlando hesitated and drew back the few closed inches between them. Searching for unwanting signs in Viggo's eyes one last time, Orlando reigned in his self-control with a long extended blink. I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. Smelling the older man's cologne and the dulled mixture of the sweet wine and smoke between them he closed his eyes and leaned in. You get me closer to God.


Bridging the small gap left between them, Orlando sensuously rubbed his nose once along each side of Viggo's, his half open mouth so close and stricken with the ache to taste the older man. His cock was alive and wanting. You can have my isolation. You can have the hate that it brings. The pulse and words of the song further encouraged his need and Orlando at last landed his mouth against Viggo's.


You can have my absence of faith. You can have my everything. Orlando's hungry lips pressed against the older man's, fortifying Viggo's own stiff arousal with this first firm kiss. The men shared damp heat between them as Orlando orchestrated the rhythm. Applying pressure and sliding their lips against each other's, he closed his jaws bringing Viggo's pliant lips down together with his. Breath escaped their noses during the motion and Orlando guided their jaws open enough to start the kiss again. Help me, you tear down my reason. Help me, it's your sex I can smell.


They mouthed each other eagerly, kissing each other as if they were starving and alternating tongue-less deeper kisses with shorter passionate open-mouthed surrenderings. Orlando moved during the sweeping grazes between them so that he was sitting up on one hip, twisting at his waist to gain a better angle and becoming stable enough to use both hands on Viggo. Each man so desperately aroused at their much longed after contact and fed by the words pumping into the air. They met again in unison and their lips fused wetly when their jaws closed again, Orlando pulling Viggo closer to himself with the firm hand at the back of his neck. Help me, you make me perfect. Help me, become somebody else.


I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside. Orlando's other hand joined and they were now holding Viggo's skull as he consumed the man, their steady pattern giving time for a thorough exploration of each other's mouth before breaking the kiss and then delving into their wet heat again. Viggo pressed his body forward taking over Orlando's control and ran hard fingers over the younger man's back, squeezing the sculpted biceps and trailing to the waistband of his trousers. Orlando let his hands free from their grasp and used them hastily undoing buttons on the older man's shirt. I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed.


Taking the next opportunity, Orlando moved quickly and swung around, straddling the armless lounger and facing Viggo full on. The older man resumed control of their surging kisses, returning Orlando's hands to his buttons as his own began to pull swiftly at the younger man's shirt. Viggo's cock was throbbing and he took one hand from the belted shirt and sank it into Orlando's crotch. Feeling the younger man was just as hard he ground his palm along the bulge and one handedly lifted the now freed shirt up toward Orlando's head. The younger man let go of the last button to free his arms from the clothing and Viggo lifted Orlando's legs slightly, grabbing his backside and pulling him flush against his own body. You get me closer to God.


The men were practically eating each other in their depraved and barely controlled savagery, tasting and licking lips to jaw lines and successive necks. Orlando ground his cock against the older man's palm, moaning openly into the night as Viggo worked his way down to the cleft in the younger man's collar bone. Orlando's entire body tingled, a buzzing scorch spreading up his throat and crawling along the follicles of his hair. His burning erection closer to release with every knead of Viggo's hand against the long defined hump across the front of his groin. Through every forest above the trees.


Needing to feel the older man against his skin, Orlando fumbled through his escalated lust at the last button. Unable to make his fingers work he grabbed at both sides of the joined fabric and yanked. The button popped hitting his stomach as the closure ripped open and Orlando dove inside pressing their fervent skin together. Viggo lifted his head from Orlando's mouth at the new sensation of blanketed warmth and it remained open against the side of the younger man's moving lips, his breath hitched twice, puffing shortly onto Orlando's reclaiming tongue. Within my stomach scraped off my knees.


Orlando's lidded eyes rolled back in his head, completely blazed and overpowered by the effect their bodies coming together had on the other man. He pulled Viggo's shirt down his arms, tugging once for the older man to allow himself free from it. Discarding the shirt onto the broken glass, Orlando took Viggo's hands and flattened them against his own chest covering his stony sienna nipples. "I can make you feel so good. . . ," He replaced the hand between their ardent straining fabrics with his own, groaning salaciously at Viggo's neck as he followed the older man's thick girth beneath his hand. Beginning a predative grind against Viggo he laid a wet path along his outer ear and breathed out "Let me make you feel good. . . ," The older man panted rapidly three times and then dug his fingers hard into Orlando's back, giving in to the marauding rhythm freeing his from his frustrated desires. "Let me make you come. . . ,"


A damp circle spread on the front of each of their pants, their heads freely leaking as their hips flexed, gnashing forward, up and down against and with each other.

I drink the honey inside your hive.

You are the reason I stay alive.

~TBC