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Title: Rosso Luna

Author: Bwitched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)

Rating: NC-17 overall.

Pairing: Viggo/Orli

Summary: AU. An artist who has lost his inspiration travels to Rome to find himself again, where he meets a young English man who will help him find his muse.

Disclaimer: This story is complete lies. This never happened. I do not know these men, nor claim to. This is a work of complete fiction for your enjoyment, I make no money from it.

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A/N: The moon illusion is a real thing, it happened just last week and I went to watch it come up over the ocean. Also I don't know Rome at all so as this is AU just go with me okay.

Chapter 2

"I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m forty-fucking-one years old," Viggo said to himself as he knocked on the door of the plush villa, gripping a black board with a piece of blank paper on it that Orlando had stolen from outside a restaurant and broken in half. In his other hand he held a pen and Orlando’s library card from back home. He took several deep breaths and prayed to God, Buddha, Allah and that elephant with all the arms that they could pull this off.

The door opened and an old, Italian woman in her nightdress answered the door. She looked Viggo over suspiciously before asking what he wanted. Orlando had told him that Marco wouldn’t get home until dawn and that just his house keeper would be in.

"Good evening, Signora," Viggo said in what he knew was poor Italian. "There have been reports about a gas leak in this area." He flashed the library card so quickly that she could barely see it and continued talking. "I am sorry to disturb you so late, Signora but I need to ask you a few questions."

God, he hoped Orlando’s key had fit the back door okay. The question was answered a second later when he saw Orlando sneak into the kitchen, behind the old woman. The cheeky little sod had the nerve to stop and wave at Viggo before ducking behind the counter.

"Uhh, I need to ask you some questions." Viggo ransacked his mind, trying to think what to ask her. "Have you ever had problems with gas? Um, I mean, ah… Do you use a gas oven?"

The old woman frowned. "No, electric. I’ll show you." She turned but Viggo shouted.

"No, no, I believe you." He wiped a bead of sweat off his brow and pretended to scribble something down on his board. "What about a gas fire?"

Viggo was only subjected to a few more minutes of the agonising situation before he heard a dodgy wolf howl from the side of the house. He cringed, hoping that the old woman hadn’t heard it and thanked her for her time, apologising again for disturbing her.

He walked round to the side and saw Orlando kneeling on the floor, covering his dog in kisses. He looked up at Viggo and grinned. "So," Orlando stood up and moved closer to Viggo. "Have you ever had problems with gas?" He burst out laughing and took Viggo’s hand again, leading him away. "Come on girl," he called back to his dog, who followed along happily.

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"Do you wanna tell me why Maude is staying with me?" Viggo asked Orlando as the young man looked at the brown cover on the bed before falling back on to it.

"Because, Marco will know I took her and he will come to my place looking for her. When he does, he won’t find her." Orlando patted the bed and the dog jumped up to join him.

"I’m not even sure I’m allowed to keep a pet here," Viggo remarked as he sat on the bed and stroked the dog’s soft head.

"It’ll only be for a few days, maybe a week. She’s no trouble, are you, Maude?" He bent to kiss her head, just inches away from where Viggo’s hand was. He looked up at the American though his eyelashes and smiled sweetly. "Thank you, for what you did tonight." He moved closer to Viggo and bumped shoulders with him.

Viggo smiled a little shyly, which Orlando thought was adorable in someone Viggo’s age, and shrugged. "For what? Getting in a fight or breaking and entering?"

Orlando laughed and leaned casually against Viggo’s shoulder, letting his head fall onto the older man’s shoulder. Viggo didn’t think his wife had ever been as openly affectionate with him as this kid was.

"How old are you?" Viggo asked suddenly, his hand still stroking Maude’s head.

"Twenty-two, how about you?"

"Jesus, you’re a baby," Viggo said before being able to stop himself.

Orlando chuckled against his shoulder and placed a kiss to Viggo’s cheek. "Hardly, mate."

Viggo felt heat rush through his body and he didn’t do anything to stop it. It wasn’t just the physical contact, it was the easy affection with which this kid showered him, so effortlessly.

God, how long had it been since Viggo had actually held someone?

"Compared to my forty-one you are," he said finally.

Orlando pushed Viggo down so that he was lying down and he snuggled against Viggo’s shoulder, sliding an arm across his chest. "What is it they say? You’re only as old as the person you’re feeling up?"

Viggo let out an uneasy laugh before resting his head on top of Orlando’s.

He wasn’t exactly sure what was happening here, but he liked it. He lay very still for a moment, wondering if Orlando was going to try anything and what he himself would actually do if he did, when Orlando let out a soft yawn and pressed his face into Viggo’s neck. "Night, Vig."

Viggo felt a shiver go through him at the contact and closed his eyes. "Night Orlando."

~~~~~~~~~

Viggo was awoken by the feel of a wet tongue licking his ear. He smiled and hugged his pillow tighter, letting out a soft moan. It took a while for all his senses to come back to him and when they did he groaned and turned his head away from the tongue, which certainly didn’t smell or feel like a human tongue. "Maude, get off."

Viggo rolled over and looked at the dog, who was staring back at him.

The sound of the shower in the en-suite bathroom stopped and Orlando emerged seconds later, dripping wet, dressed only in a small towel which was hanging low on his hips.

"Hi," he said with a smile as he climbed onto the bed and over to Viggo. "I used your toothbrush to clean my toothy pegs."

Viggo frowned up at him. It was far too early in the morning to work out what 'toothy pegs' were.

"Um, okay," he simply answered. "What time is it?"

"A little after eight." Orlando bent down and kissed Viggo’s cheek chastely, it was so unexpected and so not the obvious moment for a kiss that, for a moment, Viggo stared back up at him, stunned. "How are you so awake this early in the morning? It’s Saturday… isn’t it?"

Orlando smiled and got off the bed. He opened Viggo’s chest of drawers and pulled out a black shirt and took a pair of boxer shorts from the pile on the floor of the wardrobe.

Viggo watched as Orlando turned his back to him and let his towel drop. The most luscious arse Viggo had ever seen was right in front of him, olive tanned and taut skin spread over firm muscles. God almighty, this kid was sent here solely to tempt him, wasn’t he? He suddenly had an image of Adam and Eve, only instead of an apple, which Viggo had never understood, who the hell can’t resist an apple, God had sent Orlando to tempt them.

Orlando bent down to step into the boxer shorts and he wiggled them up his thighs and over his arse. He turned back round as he was putting on Viggo’s shirt. It was a little baggy on him but he managed to make it look good. He put on the trousers he had worn last night and ran a hand through his unruly curls.

"I’ve got work at eight thirty. I’m a waiter at a café in the square." He climbed back onto the bed and smiled as Viggo sat up, the cover falling to reveal a toned chest that was lightly dusted with fine blond hairs.

"You should come by for lunch, I’ll take a break and join you." He kissed Viggo on the cheek again and then kissed the top of Maude’s head before leaving.

Viggo shook his head and flopped back down onto the bed. Yup, the boy was going to be the death of him.

~~~~~~~~~

"I’m taking a break, Antonio," Orlando shouted as he spotted Viggo sitting at the outside bar, holding a make shift lead which looked like a belt. Orlando smiled as he saw Maude lying at Viggo’s feet, content to be in the shade.

"Hey," he said as he reached them. Maude instantly got up and started wagging her tail. He patted her head before leaning over to kiss Viggo’s cheek. "So are you gonna eat? I recommend everything. Especially the tiramisu, you’ll have an orgasm, I’m telling you."

Viggo smiled and blushed a little and turned to the man who was waiting to take his order. The waiter rolled his eyes at Orlando’s description of the dessert. "You will find Orlando is very good at associating food with sex," the Italian waiter said in English. "Then again, you will find he associates sex with most things."

Orlando gave him the finger and smiled at him as he left to get two tiramisus. "He’s just jealous ‘cos I won’t let him fuck me," he said loud enough for the waiter to hear, who simply laughed and went into the kitchen.

Viggo smiled, suddenly unsure what to say. He wasn’t sure what was going on between the two of them, he wasn’t sure that anything was going on. They had known each other for less than twenty-four hours and already they had gotten into a bar brawl, broken into a house, kidnapped a dog, slept in the same bed and he had a vision of the younger man naked firmly imprinted into his mind.

Orlando smiled, taking his tiramisu from the waiter and dipping his finger into it. He brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it off slowly. To anyone else, it would look like Orlando was trying to tease Viggo, but after the past twelve hours, Viggo had learnt that the boy was probably just enjoying his dessert.

"Um," Viggo said as he watched the finger being licked clean. "Are you coming back to mine tonight? I mean, for Maude?"

Orlando licked his finger clean and shrugged. "I guess. There’s a party at the lake tonight, though."

Viggo nodded, his face falling as he looked down at the dog by his feet. He couldn’t help but feel used, that once Orlando took Maude back he would have no use for him.

"Hey, why don’t you come along? Bring Maude. The party's just behind here, something to do with a lunar illusion, happens every nineteen years. The moon will rise and look really big and pretty so some of the guys decided to get drunk in honour of it." Orlando grinned at Viggo, who suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that the younger man was wearing his boxer shorts.

"Say you’ll come, please?" Orlando smiled at him and batted his eyelashes in a comical manor. Viggo laughed and nodded his head.

"I’ll come."

"Great. Listen, I’ve got to get back to work. Thanks for the tiramisu." He leaned over and kissed Viggo’s cheek again and went back to work.

~~~~~~~~~

"Come here, come here," Orlando said as he spotted Viggo walking through the dark park with Maude. He made his way through the mass of bodies, all in swimwear, all clutching bottles of beer or wine. He waved the older man over and he took his hand, pulling him down onto the blanket he had laid out on the grass.

"Here, I got you a beer. Figured that as you’re American and all, you won’t mind that it tastes like gnats piss," Orlando said with a grin on his face. He was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. His olive tanned chest gleamed in the darkness.

Viggo frowned at him, distracted by the kid’s naked chest. "What?"

Orlando laughed and shook his head. "I was offending you and your crap American beers."

Viggo was about to retaliate when a joint was passed to him by a young guy on a blanket next to theirs. "Um, thank you." He took a long pull of it before handing it over to Orlando, who did the same and passed it over to someone else.

"So what brings you to Rome, Viggo?" Orlando asked suddenly.

"Ah, well actually I came here to be inspired," he said almost embarrassed.

Orlando turned to give him his full attention. "Yeah? Are you an artist or something?" he asked genuinely interested.

Viggo nodded his head and took a pull from another joint that had just been handed to him. It made him smile, it reminded him of the summer he was last here.

"I have to go to France at the end of the summer for an exhibition of mine."

Orlando smiled at him and moved closer on the blanket. "Seriously? I’m going to France too. Maude can’t fly into London so we have to take the EuroStar."

Viggo turned to face him and passed him yet another joint. Where the hell were these things all coming from?

"So you’re only here for the summer too?"

Orlando nodded and took a swing of his beer. "I came over to spend the summer with Marco, waste of fucking time that was. I have to get back for when school starts up again."

"Oh? What are you studying?" Viggo asked feeling extremely relaxed and at ease.

It was Orlando’s turn to look a little shy as he answered with a sheepish smile on his face. "Drama, I’m at a drama school."

Viggo’s face split into a grin. "Really? So you wanna be a big movie star huh?"

Orlando screwed up his face. "Urk, no way. I’m far too much myself to be anyone else’s. I want to be on the stage, West End, Broadway. There you can be as gay as you like," he added with a little wink.

Viggo couldn’t help but look over this beautiful young man. Why did this have to happen? He could feel himself falling into something he didn’t know how to escape. He tried thinking of his wife back home but that didn’t stop his train of thought, if anything he wanted the young man more because of it, he needed to feel, if just for a little while, that he had escaped the life he never wanted.

They had to wait almost an hour before the moon came up. The sky was almost completely dark and Viggo gasped when he saw the tip of the moon come up over the water of the large lake. "Jesus."

Not only did the moon appear to be huge but it was orangey pink. It looked like Mercury rising up out of the lake.

Orlando smiled and rested his head on Viggo’s shoulder. "How’s that for romantic?"

Viggo glanced away from the moon to look down at Orlando who seemed so comfortable in his own skin. Viggo envied him. He prayed Orlando never ended up in the wrong life like he had done. He turned back and stared at the phenomenal sight. "We won’t see it again for another nineteen years?"

As Orlando took Viggo’s hand and held it tight, it felt like they were the only two people in the world right now, that they were sharing something so incredibly special and beautiful. It made Viggo feel very close to Orlando. It made him feel all the sadder for it.

"Let’s meet back here, then."

Viggo turned away from one beautiful sight to look at another. "What?"

"Let’s meet back here, in this park, nineteen years from now," Orlando said smiling up at Viggo. "Jesus, I’ll be almost as old as you by then," he said cheekily, still smiling.

"How are you getting to France?" Viggo asked suddenly, hopeful that maybe they could fly over together.

"I’m driving. It’s easier for Maude that way. I’m borrowing this killer car, topless." He turned to look at the moon again and sighed, nuzzling against Viggo’s shoulder.

"That’s a long drive," Viggo stated with a slight frown.

"Yeah, but I won’t be alone now will I."

Viggo looked at him. "You mean now that you have Maude back?"

"No," Orlando said treating him to a heart stopping smile. "Now that you’ll be coming with me."

Viggo didn’t say anything, he simply watched as the moon turned into a golden glowing sphere, casting its beauty onto the water below. He felt Orlando’s hand holding his and the young man’s coconut-smelling head on his shoulder and he thought that maybe, just for a little while, he could pretend that he didn’t have a claustrophobic life to go back to, that he belonged right here by this lake, with Orlando holding his hand.

TBC

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"No," Orlando said treating him to a heart stopping smile. "Now that you’ll be coming with me."

*squee!!* i want more!! please?? i'll do anything *begs*