Pygmalion 12/17

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Author: zebraljb
Rating: G to NC17
Disclaimer: I made all this up. I don't know them, or if Orlando really is worth the money that Viggo pays for him in this story. :)




Viggo rolled over and looked at the clock. “Hell.” He pulled a pillow over his head. “I forgot. I have to meet with Dom at three.”

Orlando snuggled closer, putting an arm over Viggo’s chest. “Stay here with me,” he pouted.

“Orli, we have spent hours and hours in bed,” Viggo said. “I have to do SOMETHING productive.”

“Wasn’t what we did for all those hours productive?” Orlando asked, and Viggo laughed. “I’m just kidding. I should go find Elijah and talk to him, anyway.”

“Ya know, the showing of my work is next week,” Viggo said, drawing lines up and down Orlando’s bare back. “Will you be there? Bring Elijah.”

“Of course we will.” Orlando gave Viggo a kiss and got up. “I need a shower. You too.”

“Yeah, shower,” Viggo said absently, watching Orlando’s naked form disappear into the bathroom.


Viggo barely made it to the café in time to meet Dominic, who was glaring at him over his coffee cup as he approached the table. “You’re late.”

“By six minutes.” Viggo sat down with him. He ordered a latte from the waiter. “How are you?” Viggo couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Worried. Are you ready for this thing, Vig? This is big.”

“I know that, Dom. And I’m ready. You can send the guys over tomorrow to get all the stuff. I have a few things I need to finish, but otherwise I’m ready.”

“You’re ready.” Dominic stared at Viggo, who nodded. “You’re willing to turn all your stuff over to me to get it in place?” Viggo nodded again. “Vig, you’re NEVER happy to turn your work over to me. You hate seeing it go.”

“That was before,” Viggo said, smiling again. “Now I have the art with me all the time.”


Orlando walked into the tiny dump of an apartment and frowned. Obviously Elijah had left early. He found a note on the TV screen. “Orli…down by the square. Go talk to Viggo! Love, Elijah.” Orlando smiled and left the apartment.

Elijah was leaning against a building, looking young and adorable and vulnerable. The bruising was still visible, but barely. His face lit up when he saw Orlando. “Hey! I was worried about you.”

“I was with Viggo,” Orlando said. Elijah’s smile grew even broader.

“About time, Orli.”

“Let’s go eat. I’m starving.” He threw an arm around Elijah’s shoulder and led him down the sidewalk.

They went into their favorite greasy spoon and ordered milkshakes and hotdogs with everything on them. “Tell me everything,” Elijah said.

“He loves me, ‘Lij. And I love him, though it scares me to fucking DEATH.” Orlando played with his straw paper. “He wants me to move in, and he wants to adopt you.”

Elijah laughed, a sound Orlando never heard enough. “That’d be great, huh? Would you be my mommy, then?”

“Speaking of which, you should call her, ‘Lij,” Orlando said carefully. Elijah’s face turned to stone.

“She won’t want to talk to me. She hates me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“After what I did? C’mon, Orli. Wouldn’t YOU hate me?”

“I could never hate you.” Orlando touched Elijah’s cheek. “You know that.”

Elijah sighed and shook his head. “So, I guess you’re moving out?”

“Yes, eventually,” Orlando said. “After I get a job. Viggo thinks his agent could use an assistant. And then we’ll find something for you, and you and me can…”

“Wait a minute,” Elijah interrupted. “What’s this ‘you and me’ crap? You’re going up and outta here, Orli.”

“And I’m taking you with me,” Orlando said sternly. “You think I’d leave you in that hellhole, turning tricks forever? You’re like my brother, Elijah. You’re all that’s kept me sane most of the time.”

“No,” Elijah said, but he smiled shyly. “That’s what you did for me.”

“So…I’ll eventually move in with Viggo, and then we’ll find a nice sugar daddy to take care of you,” Orlando said. Elijah snorted and rolled his eyes, but he smiled again.


“Looking for someone?” A voice said behind Viggo. He turned around, grinning.

“Yep, and I found him.” He kissed Orlando’s nose. They had agreed to meet by their bench near the river. “I bought you something.” He handed Orlando a box.

“A cellphone. How romantic,” Orlando said wryly. “Why?”

“I want you to be where I can reach you at all times,” Viggo said seriously. “Only give the number to Elijah, okay? I worry about you. Until you get a better place…”

“We’ll be fine,” Orlando said.

“I wish you’d let me…”

“You’re not paying for a place,” Orlando interrupted. He still had his pride, if nothing else. “Help me get a job and that’s good enough.”

Viggo nodded. “Go get Elijah and come back to the loft for dinner, okay? I want to cook for the two of you.”

“You can make more than omelets?” Orlando teased. Viggo punched him in the shoulder.

“Sassy little brat. Go tell him. I’ll see you later.” He gave Orlando a slow, passionate kiss that left Orlando panting.


Orlando opened Viggo’s door with the key Viggo had given him. Elijah raised his eyebrows. “Already swapping keys, huh?”

“Hardly,” Orlando said, making a face. “You really think he wants a key to our place?”

“Maybe he’ll rob the place and fill it with decent stuff,” Elijah teased. Orlando glared at him.

“Hey, guys,” Viggo said, smiling happily. He couldn’t help but smile when he thought of Orlando being his and only his. And that thought crossed his mind every time he looked at Orlando now. “Dinner will be ready in a minute.”

“Thanks for inviting us,” Elijah said. “Can we help?”

“No. Sit down,” Viggo instructed. They took seats at the tiny table. Viggo popped the cork on a bottle of red wine and poured it into three glasses. He handed them their glasses, then raised his. “To new beginnings,” he said. “In my art, and in all of our lives.”

“Sounds good to me,” Orlando said. They clinked glasses and drank.

Viggo went back to the kitchen and drained the pasta. He tossed it in a sauce that was bubbling in another pot, and brought it to the table. He pulled garlic bread from the oven, put it in a basket, and brought that to the table as well.

Elijah inhaled deeply. “If you want to adopt me, Viggo, I give you full permission,” he said as Viggo sat down.

“It’s nothing,” Viggo said modestly.

“Hell, if you cook like this all the time, maybe I WILL move in,” Orlando said, dumping pasta onto his plate.

Viggo looked at him. “If you move in, I WILL cook like this all the time,” he said softly. Orlando blushed and Viggo cleared his throat. “So, Elijah, you’re coming to my show?”

“Yes, if only to keep Orlando from misbehaving,” Elijah said. Orlando kicked him under the table.

“Um, you guys know that it’s like black tie or whatever, right?” Viggo looked uncomfortable. “Not that you don’t like nice all the time, but…”

“Don’t worry, Vig. We won’t embarrass you,” Orlando said with a grin.