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Title: Wondrous Release
Author: Janna

empress_jae
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, possibly other pairings in later chapters.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: AU, this is a work in progress, so if needed, more warnings will come with the progression of the story.
Summary: I suck a summaries, but Viggo is a corporate business mogul who never allows time for himself. His business partner and best friend wants to rememdy this and invites him to an exclusive club.
Beta: The amazing and lovely

wankers_fate. Although not for this chapter. She wasn't available and I really, really wanted to get it out, so any mistakes I overlooked are my own.

Prologue

Viggo glanced at his Movado watch for the twentieth time in ten minutes. His third meeting of the day and it wasn’t even noon. At this point, he had stopped paying attention completely to the droning monotone of the company’s staff brokers. He could give a rat’s ass about the interest of his company’s stock.

‘VS Images’ was the brain child of Sean and Viggo some twenty years ago when they were struggling business graduates trying to make a buck in New York. The idea came when, after receiving a small inheritance from his recently deceased great-aunt, Sean decided to take a gamble, and invest in an up and coming sports-watch designer. Viggo added that taking out an ad in the Times would help the designer sell his product, and they’re investment could be paid back ten-fold once the watch started selling. It was a financial risk, but the idea worked. With the years to follow, the two found themselves taking a chance with unknown designers and inventors of innovative, yet practical products that would later lead to a multi-million dollar retail chain with over 60 boutiques located all over the globe including New York, Chicago, London, Tokyo, and their home office of San Diego.

Life for the two men was luxury. Anything they wanted, they could have. As the CEO’s of one of the most lucrative companies in the world, nothing was out of their reach.

However, only one half of the power duo took hold of the incredible advantages to be offered.

While Sean enjoyed his bachelor life jet-setting from his private yacht in the island of Mykonos to his 6000 square foot ski cabin in Aspen, accompanied by the bed partner du jour for each venture, Viggo stuck to lying low. A divorced father of a 16 year old, his greatest expenses came on paying the extraordinary tuition fees of his son’s prestigious boarding school and tending to his ex wife’s monthly medication of Zoloft and Johnny Walker Red.

The only happiness Viggo sought after since the twelve years he split from his wife, was accompanying in the growth of his and Sean’s dream. Day after day, he went from board meeting to board meeting only to find himself back in his office to work into the wee hours of the evening. On a good night, he was home from the office by 11pm. Most nights saw him sitting in front of his monitor, going over numbers, proposals, product development and contracts that he and Sean paid hefty salaries to Yale graduates to do for them. It was gratuitous work.

He simply did it to occupy the vacancy in time.

“…and if we take the route that I just explained in the previous screen, profits will increase by 5.6% from last quarter! How do you feel about that Mr. Mortensen, sir?”

The droning monotone seemed to be raised an octave as the owner gave indication of completion of his report to his boss.

Viggo looked up from his clutched hands in his lap, over to at broker with a hard glance. He hadn’t listened to a word that had been said. Now he had been insolently pulled from his thoughts.

He continued to move his glance to the other two occupants present in his office. The second of the brokerage team, Dominic, stared at him in slight confusion, not quite understanding the stern look on his employer’s face. And his ever loyal, yet sometimes nosy assistant Liv, who kept her eyes on her notepad as she scribbled continuously the minutes of the day. Obviously missing for today’s unnecessary meeting, was Sean.

He was learning to surf in Kauai.

A slow breath of air was released from the thin lips of Viggo’s mouth as he constructed his answer for the sardonically enthused broker.

“How do I feel about that, Billy?” he began. Viggo leaned back into his desk chair and placed his two forefingers to a point above his upper lip, with his elbows gently resting on the arms of the chair.

“I feel,” he started again. “that from now on, you two gentlemen are going to do what you are paid way to much to do, and make the decision that’s in the best interest for the company for me.”

“Sir, I don’t…”

“Why should you have to have a meeting with me over every fucking decimal point that shows up on your reports? Hmm?”

A soft chuckle was faintly heard from Liv’s direction of the office.

“Mr…Mr. Mortensen,” Billy stammered, “if you...if you would…”

Viggo raised a hand to silence his young broker. “I also feel that from now on, you two wonder twins are going to make the decisions that are in the best interest of the company, and continue to profit each fiscal year. I know you will make these decisions in the best interest, because I will find out if you’ve cheated Mr. Bean and myself.”

Billy swallowed and looked down at his polished shoes.

“And if you’ve cheated us,” Viggo smiled showing all of his teeth. “not only will your life be financially ruined when your out of a job, but so will your sisters, brothers, parents, and lovers. Now please leave.”

Billy turned to his right to exit the office, while Dominic stood with a slight sheen of sweat reflecting off his forehead, to bid Viggo a good afternoon. When the office door closed behind them, Viggo sighed while Liv stood with and headed towards his desk, chuckling.

“Every time.” She lets out airily. “Why do you consistently do that to them?

Viggo shrugged and chuckled. “Dunno. They’re so easy to get.”

“I think poor Mr. Boyd almost soiled his shorts this time.”

“Good. Why does he call these meetings over these measly numbers, anyway?”

“They just want to impress you Viggo. They probably know that the only spice going on in your life in profit increase.”

“And with that, you may now leave.” Viggo said with a stern smile. As much as he loved having Liv as his assistant, sometimes she crossed the line with her mouth.

“Of course sir.” She said with a knowing grin. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“No thank you, Liv” Viggo said, and she headed towards the door. Then something clicked in his mind.

“Actually Liv,” he started. “could you reschedule the rest of my meetings for another day…I’ve got some things to do at home.”

Did he just say that? Liv’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, before she looked down at her watch, then back up to her boss.

“But it’s only 12:30. Are you sick? Do you want me to call in an appointment with the doctor?” She was fearful for her employer.

“No, no. I’m fine. I just…need to go home and think about some things.”

“What do you need to think about?” Liv perked up. “Anything I can help with?”

“None of your business my dear. Now go.” Viggo shooed her out.

What was he doing? Viggo had never called off from any meeting, no matter how mundane he knew it would be. He’s never called off a day from work period. But something inside of him made him do it. Something was repeating in his brain. Something Liv had said.

He leaned back in his chair as he reached into his jacket pocket to pull out his cigarette case consisting of Lucky Stripes. He could care less that smoking was prohibited inside public buildings in the state of California. What were they going to do? Kick him out of his own building?

As he opened the case to pull out a fag, something slid out and landed on his lap. It was shaped as a business card. Viggo picked it up and turned it over to read whose company it belonged to. To his surprise, it was no company at all.

‘Wondrous Release’ read the elegant cursive script.

It had been a week since his lunch with Sean, when he handed him the invite to the exclusive club. Sean had never brought up the subject of the club again, but Viggo knew that Sean still had his concern for his friend.

Viggo turned the card around a few times in his fingers as he thought about the pleasurable activity lacking in his life. He thought about the last time he had actual contact with another. He thought about the sweat shining on Dominic’s face.

‘I bet it tastes as sweet as he looks.’ Viggo thought.

He leaned back more in his chair and rested his hand over his clothed crotch. He could feel the stirring growth underneath, and did nothing in his mind to cease. He thought of how the sweat would look dripping down Dominic’s supple neck onto the possible pale expanse of his back as he slowly licked the sheet of perspiration off his lower back. Just above his crease. Just to make him shiver.

‘I wonder if he would scream...’

Viggo shook himself of the much needed fantasy to reach in his pocket to retrieve his cell. Speed dial instantly connected him to the phone that he hoped the owner would answer.

After three agonizing rings, “Hello?”

“Bean. When were you planning on returning from your trip?” Viggo asked hastily.

“Not sure.” The Brit responded while adjusting his sunglasses on his face. “Why mate?”

“Because,” Viggo started. “I want you to take me to Wondrous Release.”

Sean paused slightly.

“I’ll be back in three days.”

tbc~