Fic: Silent Partners (5/?)

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Title: Silent Partners (5/?)
Author: Louby fictionbylouby
Pairing: V/O, Orlando/Christian Bale
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The causes and consequences of infidelity.
Warnings: A.U, mentions of het, (non con & violence in later chapters).
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the plot is mine.
AN: Beta read by my amazing twin sister Pippi.
AN 2: Thanks to imogen_lily for this gorgeous banner

Previous Chapters





Applause rang around Stamford Bridge as the Chelsea players left the pitch after a convincing 3-0 win against Sheffield United. Orlando would have preferred to have been down on the terraces with the rest of the crowd, it reminded him of when his father used to take him and Sam before he left. Since Chelsea’s recent success however, season tickets at Stamford Bridge had become like gold dust, and when he had discovered that there was now a waiting list, Christian had gone several steps better and bought a corporate box, which incidentally also worked well for entertaining potential clients.

As much as Orlando loved to see his beloved team play, and especially win, all he could think about throughout the match was his trip up to Scotland with Viggo that started the following evening. Since Orlando had found out about the pending trip he had mentioned it to Christian several times, each of which Christian had cut him off either by answering a phone call that couldn’t possibly wait, returning his attentions to the work he was doing or simply not listening. Orlando was half expecting his husband to ask where he was going when he left with Viggo the next day.

That particular match was the same as most weekends, in that Christian was entertaining two candidates, neither of whom had any interest in the English Premier League but were more than eager to take advantage of free alcohol in luxurious surroundings. From what Orlando could gather they were native to New Zealand but operated mainly in Europe, he never really paid Christian’s clients much attention unless they were directly speaking to him. At the moment the pair were both deep in conversation so Orlando decided that it was okay for him to go and speak to his husband who was stood at the other end of the box looking out onto the half way line. Christian had still not brought up the topic of Orlando’s panic attack, partly because he was uncomfortable with discussing it; his ego really didn’t need to hear that he had brought it out in his young husband, but deep down the experience had shaken Christian just as much as Orlando. If denial was what it took to prevent Orli from having the same reaction then so be it. Orlando thought it must have been the wake up call that Christian had needed; the older man had been very cautious around him, and had managed to hold his tongue on several occasions when Orlando knew full well that all he had really wanted to do was shout.

“Can we go?” Orlando asked quietly as he walked up next to his husband. “I can feel my back starting to flair up and I don’t have my meds.”

Christian exhaled loudly. “Not really Orlando, that wouldn’t be very professional.”

Orli closed his eyes; he didn’t know why he bothered to ask. He opened his eyes and jumped slightly when he felt Christian’s hand on his shoulder. When he looked up into his husband’s eyes he was shocked by what he saw: genuine warmth.

“Come on then” Christian relented as he pushed Orlando towards the exit a little too hard. Orlando was still stunned by the fact that his husband had put him first for once, but remembered to remain silent and smile sweetly as the approached Christian’s guests.

“Mr. Urban, Mr. Parker.” Christian addressed the Kiwis. “I’m afraid there has been a change in circumstances and Orlando and myself need to leave, however please feel free to stay and enjoy the box, and once you are done I’ll have my driver Dominic take you wherever you require.” Orlando headed towards the exit; he would wait for Christian outside while he finished off his business.

Orlando was just lighting a cigarette when he heard a familiar voice.

“Ello stranger!” Orlando looked up and smiled as he saw Sean waving and walking towards him.

“Hey!” he greeted as he wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck, mindful of the lit cigarette near skin. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” Sean laughed in his broadest Yorkshire accent, looking down at his red and white stripes.

“Oh yeah, silly me” Orlando blushed. “Pity it couldn’t have been under better circumstances, for you anyway.”

“Yeah, but what can you do?” Sean replied, shrugging his shoulders. He looked around for Christian. “So where’s the husband?”

“Oh he’s just inside finishing up some business talk” Orlando replied flippantly. “My back’s sore so he said we could leave early.” Christian chose that moment to walk out of the stadium, his concern at seeing his husband talking to a handsome blonde stranger evident on his face.

“There you are” Orlando said brightly. “Chris, this is Sean Bean, he went to college in America with Viggo and he works at the hospital with Jake.”

Christian regarded Sean suspiciously but held out his hand none the less. “Christian Bale, Bale Haulage” he introduced himself formally as he shook the blonde’s hand. He didn’t notice Orlando roll his eyes at the way he presented himself, but he did spot the newly lit cigarette between his husband’s fingers, and didn’t think twice as he pulled it from his hand and stubbed it out under his shoe. Orlando knew he hated smoking and Christian often thought his husband was deliberately trying to piss him off by continuing with his disgusting habit.

“We’ve actually met once before” Sean explained. “At a charity event at the hospital, I believe your father donated quite a sizeable amount of money.”

“Ah of course” Christian smiled politely as he forced a packet of chewing gum into his husband’s hand; he wouldn’t have him smelling of smoke.

Sean saw the withering look that Orlando shot his husband. Deciding he didn’t want to be in the middle of one of Orlando and Christian’s infamous domestics, he made his excuses and went to leave.

“Enjoy your few days in Edinburgh Orli” he called as he headed towards the tube station. He saw Orlando shaking his head furiously but he’d already said it.

“What?” Christian asked harshly. “You didn’t say you’d be staying overnight.”

“I did! If you’d bothered to listen.” Sean heard Orlando say as the pair walked towards their car in the opposite direction.

Sean shook his head as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket, berating himself under his breath until he got an answer. “I think my big mouth has just gotten Orli into trouble.”

“How do you mean?” Viggo asked as he stirred the spaghetti he was cooking, listening as Sean explained. “He’ll be fine Sean, he can handle Christian. But thanks for letting me know. I’ll see you soon.”

Viggo rolled his eyes as he put his phone back in his pocket and continued cooking dinner. Sean’s heart was in the right place, but he had no idea how bad Orli and Christian’s rows could get. From what he had heard, that was merely a slight difference of opinion.

Viggo called Theo and Juliette down for their dinner before setting three places at the kitchen table. About ten minutes after they had began eating, Maria came downstairs dressed in going out clothes.

“Are you still adamant about staying in tonight?” she asked quietly as she poured herself a large glass of red wine. She was heading out with some people she’d met at a Pilates class and despite the fact that it was supposed to girls only, she wanted her husband to go with them. Viggo knew exactly why; she wanted to gloat about being married to a movie star, after all what was the point in saying her husband was a successful actor and college professor if he wasn’t there to make them feel insignificant about their own husbands.

“It’s supposed to be a girl’s night out Maria, you don’t want me cramping your style” Viggo explained politely as he quickly grabbed Juliette’s cup before she knocked it off the table. “And we won’t get a babysitter in time anyway.”

“We’ll drop them off at Keira’s - she can always do with the extra cash. She’s got a wedding to pay for.” Maria answered flippantly.

“She can also do with the time off, she has the kids every day. She’s a child minder Maria, not an on call 24 hours a day Mary Poppins.” Viggo wanted to add that if Maria had any time for the kids then they wouldn’t need a child minder, but he thought better of it; the last thing he wanted was the kids to hear just how little time Maria wanted to spend with them, especially since he already knew of Maria’s tendency to spout lies. “I’m leaving for three days tomorrow night anyway, I want to spend some time at home.”

“Oh I know about your trip to Edinburgh, the trip you’d rather take your pretty little assistant on instead of your wife!” Maria slammed the empty wine glass down on the worktop before grabbing the bottle of wine again.

“Christ it’s 6pm Maria! And you’re standing there drinking in front of your kids.” Viggo looked between the two children, both were eating quietly and looking down; they knew better than to chime in when Maria was having one of her tantrums.

“Fine!” Maria shouted, storming off upstairs and taking the glass with her. Viggo decided that he had better follow her, as much as he resented her a lot of the time he didn’t want her leaving the house upset. “It’s okay princess” he said softly when Juliette looked up at him with sad eyes, placing a kiss on her blonde curls as he headed out the door.

“Are you satisfied?” Viggo growled when their bedroom door was securely shut. “Your young daughter is close to tears after seeing her Mommy stomping and shouting with a glass of wine in her hand!”

“Well how do you expect me to react Viggo?” She shouted, spilling wine on the cream carpet as she gestured manically. “My own husband doesn’t want to spend any time with me.”

Viggo sat on the bed, head in hands. “What do you want me to say Maria?” His patience was quickly disappearing. “You’re being totally unreasonable when all I want to do is spend time with my kids and then go off and do my job. Why on earth would you want to go with me?”

If Maria had said ‘to spend time with you’ then he would be screwed, but of course that wasn’t the case. “I’ve never been to Edinburgh! I could go shopping and walk around the city and then on the evening you could take me out.”

“That’s all you do all day after you dump the kids on Keira!” Viggo could hold his tongue no longer. “Why the hell do you need to go to Edinburgh to do that?”

Maria looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Maybe if I hadn’t spend our marriage bringing up your brat then I’d have more time for our brats!”

“You didn’t bring Henry up! You dragged him up!” Viggo no longer cared if the kids heard him, he couldn’t stomach Maria making out she was some sort of perfect mother. “Sure you were great with him for the first few months whilst you got your claws in, but as soon as Theo was born you made his life miserable! And now he’s an adult you’re starting on the other two, Juliette told me what you said to her!”

Maria had been waiting for him to throw that back in her face, but despite this she knew she couldn’t argue with him. She stomped over to closet and grabbed her jacket before heading out the door, so angry that Viggo thought she might actually burst a blood vessel. Viggo was about to head downstairs to check on the children when Maria nearly knocked him over as she thundered back in, pulling off her wedding ring and waving it in front of her husband’s face before throwing it on the dresser.

“There!” she shouted, waving her now bare fingers in front of Viggo. “No one need ever know.”

Viggo laughed despite himself, shocked by how much malice came out. “I don’t care!” he yelled as he followed her down the stairs to the front door. “Let all the single men of London think you’re single. Go and find some other unsuspecting victim to bleed dry.”

As Viggo expected he didn’t hear another word from Maria, he could see in her eyes how hard it must have been for her not to retaliate, but she had a pathological need to keep up appearances in front of the neighbours and so she kept quiet.

Viggo managed to compose himself before heading into the kitchen to where he was sure the kids would be hysterical after the slanging match they’d just heard, but instead he saw that Theo had cleared the plates away into the dishwasher, put Viggo’s food in the microwave and had taken Juliette into the playroom to watch one of her DVDs. Viggo smiled sadly. He was so proud of his young son for looking after his baby sister, but resented the fact that their current living situation called for it. He found his phone in his jeans pocket where he had left it and located Orlando’s number on his speed dial list.

“Hey” Orli answered after a few rings.

“Hi, can you talk?”

“Not really.” Viggo understood that Christian must be around. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine baby - just wanted to hear your voice.” It was just what he needed, and it calmed him instantly.

“Oh, okay.” Viggo could tell he was smiling.

“I’ll pick you up at around 4 tomorrow, I can’t wait.” Viggo knew that if Christian was there then he had to keep the conversation to a minimum, but at least now Orlando had an excuse to talk to his husband about the trip. “I love you baby.”

“Yeah, I think the same” Viggo smiled at Orlando’s ever inventive ways at saying I love you without having to actually vocalise it. “See you then.”

“Who was that?” Christian asked as Orli hung up.

“Just Viggo” Orlando answered as he plugged his phone in to charge. “Just confirming what time we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“So you’re definitely going?” The Welshman asked somewhat sceptically.

“I said I was Chris” Orli sighed in a tired voice. “And I really don’t want to fight with you about it.”

To Orli’s surprise Christian didn’t seem to want to argue either. “Well I can’t say I’m entirely happy with it, and in an ideal world I’d be coming with you. But it isn’t an ideal world and I have to work.”

Orlando looked at Christian suspiciously. That was the second strange thing his husband had done that day; first they had left the stadium early when Christian still had clients there, and then he backed away from what Orli was convinced was going to turn into another fight.

“Okay” Orli smiled slightly, not knowing what to say. He was so surprised that he hadn’t been drawn into an argument that he was almost speechless.

“Just be careful Orli, you know I don’t like it when I’m not there to look after you. Don’t get yourself into trouble.”

“I’m not a teenage girl and this isn’t the 1950s so there’s not much chance of me getting myself ‘into trouble’ as you put it.”

“Orlando” Christian started, the tiniest hint of warning in his voice. “Don’t joke. You know I worry about you, you’re too naive for your own good and people take advantage of that.”

“I’m 22 years old Chris, I can take care of myself.” Orlando was more than a little offended that Christian still saw him as the same little boy who moved in with him four years previous, because he wasn’t. Maybe if Christian hadn’t had to takeover his uncle’s workload then he would have been. Up until that point he had relied on Christian for most things, but not anymore. He’d had to learn to look after himself, which was how he’d found Viggo.

“Whatever Orli” Christian said apathetically. “I’m not going to argue about this.” Orlando knew better than to press the issue; Christian had made it very clear that the conversation was over and any attempts to continue would not be well received.

Orlando winced as he went to move, his back had been playing up all day which is why he had wanted to leave the match early, and it was getting worse by the minute. He knew he had pushed himself too far in the gym that morning, but it was a good way to vent his frustrations, and keeping himself busy made the days go quicker. The weekends were always the hardest; he saw Viggo every weekday at work so not seeing him for two days was invariably difficult.

Christian saw Orlando’s discomfort almost immediately and rushed to his husband’s aid, knowing from experience that one wrong move and Orli would hurt himself further.

“You okay?” Christian asked as he steadied the younger man.

“Shit” Orlando muttered, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to try and control the pain.

“I’m taking you to bed.” Orlando’s head shot up, wide eyed and panic evident on his face.

“To rest Orlando” Christian finished, talking slowly as if Orli was stupid. “And at some point we’re going to have a conversation about your recent lack of libido.”

Orlando was glad that Christian was saving that conversation for another time, at least then he’ll have had time to think of an excuse, or better yet, Christian would forget about it. He allowed Christian to walk him slowly to their bedroom, glad to have his safe hands to guide him, but wishing that they were Viggo’s. The pain subsided somewhat once he was horizontal on the bed, but he knew he was going to be stiff for a few days. He heard the microwave beep, indicating that Christian was fixing up one of his heat pads for him. Sure enough, a few minutes later his husband returned with the pad and his painkillers. After Orli had dry swallowed two of the pills, he allowed Christian to help him remove his shirt and attach the heat pad, resisting the urge to cover himself up as Christian’s eyes roamed appreciatively over his torso.

“You really do spend too much time in the gym” Christian chided gently. “You’ve already got the perfect body, and it’s pretty irresponsible knowing that you’ll end up in this state”

Orlando didn’t have the strength to answer back, he’d had an exhausting day and the painkillers were already working. After a few minutes he felt Christian get up off the bed and turn off the lights, and he drifted off to sleep.

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To Orlando’s surprise, his back was a lot better the following morning, he could feel that he needed to take it easy, but he was relieved to know that it definitely wasn’t going to ruin his time with Viggo. The Brit had woke up smiling, before he even opened his eyes he had a big grin on his face, he still couldn’t believe that he and Viggo were going to have a three whole days to themselves, and nothing was going to spoil it.

He spent most of the morning pottering around the apartment, stopping occasionally to pack certain items for their trip. Christian had locked himself in the study after having breakfast and Orli hadn’t seen him since, so hopefully the hours up to him leaving for Scotland would be stress free. A part of Orli was still half expecting something to go wrong, so he was thankful that his husband was preoccupied with work. By lunchtime Orli was already packed and ready to go; Viggo wasn’t picking him up until 4pm and he was already getting fidgety from impatience. He’d tried to have a nap but he couldn’t sleep, and he knew that Jake would be up to his eyes in coursework so he didn’t want to bother him. He didn’t want to disturb Christian by putting on the T.V or the radio, so he was quite literally sat clock watching, which incidentally seemed to be going backwards. Christian finally emerged just before two, so the pair sat and had a late lunch together, which in fact turned out to be surprisingly pleasant and light-hearted, and Orlando found that Christian was genuinely making him smile, which had become somewhat of a rarity.

“There’s no home match on next Saturday is there?” Christian asked as Orli brought them both tea over to the couch.

“I think we’re away” Orli answered. “Why do you ask?”

“One of my associates wants to set up a dinner date next weekend to discuss extending a contract.” Christian explained. “But there’s not much point using the box if there’s no football. I thought he could come over with his girlfriend on Saturday night, maybe you could cook something?”

“If you want to get him to sign the contract by poisoning him I could!” Orli laughed. “Maybe I could if I asked Miranda to help me.” In truth he didn’t mind, he never saw Viggo on weekends anyway and at least Christian had asked (in his own way).

“Actually you’re probably right” Christian agreed. “Well better tell her it’s a meal for 6, it’s a pretty big deal so my parents are coming to visit so Dad can oversee it.”

Orlando’s face fell. Christian’s parents (in particular his mother) had a knack of putting him down, they were never happy with Christian’s choice of spouse. It didn’t matter that he had three sisters and that he was the youngest; their expectations of their son’s eventual partner was probably a blue blooded Oxbridge educated heiress with good child bearing hips and not some nineteen year old male theatre student from a broken home with a dodgy back. And he was English. A fact his family loved to emphasise by speaking in Welsh in front of him.

“And who is it that you’re hoping will sign the contract?” Orlando asked quietly.

“Colin Farrell, you remember him? Irish guy, drinks and smokes a lot, owns about 50 breweries across Europe.”

Orlando remembered him, remembered a bit too much of him. “Don’t leave me alone with him Chris!” Orlando said sternly. He rarely attempted to tell Christian what to do, but he had to make himself clear. “On the two occasions I’ve met him he’s got drunk and tried to feel me up!”

“Orlando” Christian laughed sarcastically. “If he extends this contract, the company will get £2 million. He can touch whatever the hell he likes. And you’ll smile that lovely smile of yours and let him.”

Orli looked at him through narrowed eyes. “I thought you didn’t like people touching what’s yours!” he spat.

“I don’t” The Welshman answered seriously, pulling Orlando against him roughly. “But I trust you Orlando, because you know what would happen if anyone ever crossed the line with you.”

Orli audibly gulped. He didn’t know, but he had a good idea, and it wasn’t pretty. Recently there had been times when he had thought about nothing else.

“Luckily you don’t have anything to worry about Darling” Christian smiled. A fake smile. Orlando had seen it countless time whenever he was talking business, whether it was laughing at a potential client’s bad joke, or agreeing a discounted rate when he wanted the client to pay full price. Christian wore his fake smile more than his real smile.

Christian held Orlando tight against him, almost too tight, wordlessly demonstrating his dominance over the younger man. Orli had gotten to the stage months ago where he couldn’t truly relax whenever his husband held him, especially after the conversation they’d just had. But at least Christian wasn’t trying anything. Orlando still hadn’t managed to come up with a plausible excuse as to why he didn’t want sex, and if Christian confronted him Orlando didn’t know if he’d be able to keep his relationship with Viggo to himself.

Once Christian released his death grip on Orlando he managed to get somewhat comfortable, and found himself dosing off, and Christian with him. He’d set his alarm so he knew when Viggo would be on his way, so he wasn’t worried about falling asleep, and he could probably do with a rest anyway, it was a long drive to Edinburgh. Sure enough, his alarm went off at 3.40pm, meaning he had 20 minutes until Viggo arrived. He jumped up in excitement at the sound of the beeping, not caring that his back was still a bit tender. What he did object to was Christian pulling him back down when he went to turn it off.

“You’ve got plenty of time” Christian whispered sleepily, pulling his husband flush against him. “Stay for a bit more, just five minutes. This is nice.”

Orlando really didn’t want to. All he wanted to do was get his bag and sit outside on the kerb for the next 20 minutes and wait for the love of his life. But then again he did have time to spare, as long as it was only five minutes, and the alarm would go on to sleep after a few minutes, so he relented. However he wasn’t ready for Christian to suddenly reverse their positions and pin the younger man beneath his heavier form.

“I’ll miss you Darling” Christian breathed before leaning down and kissing his husband brutally, forcing Orlando to open his mouth as he shoved his tongue into it. Orlando was so surprised that he didn’t have time to react, and had no choice but to return the kiss, hoping that this was all Christian had in store for him. Unluckily for Orlando, that wasn’t the case. After a few minutes he felt Christian’s hands on his fly, making short work of the button and zipper and pulling Orli’s jeans and boxers down roughly.

“Chris, I don’t have time” Orlando pleaded desperately. He couldn’t let this happen; Viggo would be there in 15 minutes. “I don’t want to!”

Christian ignored his young husband, silencing him with another bruising kiss as he forced Orli’s thighs open as far as they would go, hindered by his jeans round his knees. There was no way Orlando was going to talk his way out of it this time, it had gone too far. So he reached for Christian’s trousers, hopefully if he could get his husband off then he’d forget about Orli, after all he was selfish enough, and Orli would much rather do that than have his husband’s hands on him. However when he went to do so Christian batted his hand away, an evil glint in his eyes. He continued to kiss Orlando roughly, who in turn was finding it hard to breath. Lucky really, it stopped him from crying out in pain when he felt Christian’s probing fingers at him entrance, pushing one into him dry, followed by a second far too quickly, leaving the younger man no time to adjust. When the pair had first got together, Orli had thought that Christian was a wonderful lover, but then after sleeping with Viggo Orlando realised that he really wasn’t. This was evident by the way Christian was unskilfully thrusting his fingers inside of him, trying to find his sweet spot with little finesse and showing how little he knew about his own husband’s body. Now Christian was really hurting him; he added a third finger, probably thinking it would make Orli feel good, but in reality it was just painful. Orli didn’t want this, really he didn’t. But it was happening and he just wanted it to be over, so he tried to help. He lifted his hips, trying in vain to somehow navigate Christian towards what he was unsuccessfully looking for. Finally after much discomfort on his part and much fumbling on his husband’s part, Christian’s fingers finally made contact with his prostate and Orli let out a guttural moan. Christian seemed quite pleased with himself, and began rubbing Orli’s pleasure centre mercilessly, too hard to give Orli any real pleasure, and so different to how Viggo touched him, but it seemed to be working. Orlando was quite literally working his arse of to try and find completion so that Christian would stop molesting him and he could get to Viggo. Christian obviously thought Orlando was enjoying himself, and when the younger man’s hand gripped his own shaft to try and hurry up the process, Christian’s hand joined him, and after a few agonising minutes on Orlando’s part, his body decided to have mercy on him, and he came, biting his lip so he didn’t call out a name that he shouldn’t, the only name that felt right on his lips.

“You’re welcome Orli” Christian smirked breathlessly after a few moments. By the time the last waves of Orlando’s orgasm had passed (it didn’t take long) he had gotten over his feeling of despair and now felt only anger. Christian’s arrogant tone made him see red and he forcefully pushed the older man off of him.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” he demanded angrily as he hurried to fasten his jeans. He wouldn’t normally have dared to swear at his husband but he was too angry to control himself. “I have to leave in less than 10 minutes!”

“Don’t shout at me you little bastard!” Christian yelled back, pointing his finger aggressively. “You certainly looked like you enjoyed it.”

“Well I didn’t” Orlando shouted over his shoulder as made his way to the bathroom, ripping off his clothes angrily, well aware of Christian following him. “Would you enjoy what I can only describe as a glorified cavity search?! How about while I’m gone you read a sex manual?!” If Christian had shouted anything back, he hadn’t heard him, he was probably in shock at the way Orlando was speaking to him, he’d heard Jake talk like that a hundred times, but never sweet little Orlando, Orli wasn’t supposed to have a dirty mouth.

Orli slammed the door shut, thankful that his husband hadn’t remembered how to dissemble the locks from when Jake had unscrewed the one in the guest bathroom. He turned on the shower as hot as was bearable, and stepped under the spray. The water was almost scalding, but he didn’t care; anything felt better than having Christian’s hands on him. He washed himself hastily, sickened by the thought of Viggo having to see or smell the evidence of Christian’s cruel little game. Since he and Viggo began their relationship Christian and Orli had only had sexual contact on a handful of occasions, and every time Orlando had cried his heart out afterwards, Christian now only ever made him feel sullied and used. But not this time; he was too enraged and knew once and for all that his husband wasn’t worth his tears.

By the time Orlando had showered and dressed it was already past four; Viggo would be sat outside waiting for him. Viggo wanted nothing to do with Christian so he wouldn’t come up unless he was forced to, and for that the young man was grateful.

When Orlando grabbed his bag and headed to the door, Christian was sat watching the cricket as if nothing had happened, however he couldn’t let Orlando leave thinking that he’d won.

“If you ever talk to me like that again” he said calmly. “I promise you you’ll regret it.”

“Well sorry if I don’t appreciate being mauled in my own living room” Orlando shot back.

“You’re mine!” Christian shouted, turning away from the television for the first time. “At least now you’ll remember that”

“So this was all about me knowing my place?” Orlando asked incredulously. “You practically raped me all because you were marking your territory like some wild animal?! I said I didn’t want to and you went ahead and did it anyway!”

“You’d fucking know about it if I raped you Orlando!” Christian screamed as Orli walked out the door. Before shutting the door, he turned, looking at his husband one last time.

“You sicken me” he stated calmly, before slowing turning and leaving, wanting Christian to see that he wasn’t afraid. However how he acted and how he felt were two completely different things, he kept up his cool façade until the door was secured behind him, once he heard the handle click he ran down the stairs as fast as he could, not trusting Christian to leave anything unsaid and let him walk away. He kept running until he got to the lobby, smiling in relief when he saw the back end of Viggo’s car from the door.

Viggo jumped when the passenger door suddenly flew open, and a very breathless Orli climbed in and threw his bag onto the seat behind him, locking the door as he shut it.

“You been for a jog or something?” Viggo asked in confusion.

“Just drive round the corner” Orlando panted, putting his hand on top of Viggo’s on the gear stick, just to have some contact with his lover.

Viggo raised his eyebrows but did as he was told, not even bothering to ask Orli what had just been going on, it was probably best that he didn’t know.

Neither man said anything as Viggo pulled away, Orli was trying to get his breath back and Viggo was just plain confused. He stopped a red light just round the corner from Jake’s apartment, and all of a sudden Orlando had unbuckled his seat belt and was practically on top of him, kissing him passionately. Viggo was glad he had put the handbrake on; otherwise they would have gone head first into the beamer in front of them. He was pretty sure his insurance company wouldn’t pay out if he cited the cause of accident as “hot Brit kissing me.”

“What brought that on?” Viggo asked as they finally pulled apart when the car behind them starting beeping its horn, indicating that the lights were now on green.

“Nothing. I just love you, that’s all” Orlando answered happily. In truth it wasn’t, but he felt like he had to do it. He only wanted to taste Viggo on his lips, not Christian. And it had helped immensely.

Viggo looked at the younger man sceptically, that wasn’t the only reason, he could tell just by looking at him that something had unsettled his lover. But if Orli didn’t want to tell him then that was his choice, he wasn’t going to bully it out of him; he wasn’t Christian.

“I love you too baby” was all Viggo said as they drove off with laced fingers through London together.

TBC