vigorli

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.

Beta: The betalicious Soar38 *Kisses*

Dedication: shagalote made me this wonderful banner and icon. Thank you darling *Kiss*

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Feedback: Makes Viggo and Orli horny baby.

A/N: It’s the return of the red silk. Yay!

Chapter 6

Viggo heard the horn from outside and hugged Roberto quickly.

"Hope you enjoyed your stay, Viggo," Roberto said returning the hug.

"I did, thank you. Well, I guess I’ll see you," Viggo said with a smile before picking up his bags.

"Drive safely and please come back anytime."

"Oh my God," Viggo exclaimed as he walked outside and saw Orlando sitting in a midnight blue Saab convertible with cream leather interior. "Whose car is this?"

Orlando grinned and popped the trunk for Viggo to put his bags in. "A friend’s."

"Hey, Maude," Viggo said as he got in the passenger seat and reached back to stroke the dog behind her ear.

"So, what’s the flight plan… tell me you have one," Viggo said, suddenly worried that Orlando hadn’t really thought it through. Viggo felt his fear was a just one knowing Orlando’s love of spontaneity.

"Of course I have one. Stop worrying so much. We’re going to drive up the coast and stop for the night in Cinque Terre. Should be a pretty smooth ride, some nice scenery. I thought we could stop for lunch and swap over then."

Viggo nodded and lay back against his seat, feeling a little more relaxed now.

"I even called ahead to find a place that will allow pets," Orlando said, proud of his unusual planning. "And I have a fine selection of music for our driving pleasure."

Viggo grinned over at him. "Then let’s get going."

Orlando reached into the glove compartment and accidentally pulled something else out with the map. "Bugger." He quickly picked up the brown envelope and put it back before handing the map over to Viggo. "Here, you can be my co-pilot."

As Orlando pulled out of the small driveway and onto the road, he pressed a button on the CD player and the opening intro of Dancing Queen came blaring out of the speakers all around them.

Viggo’s eyebrows shot up and he turned to look at Orlando, who was singing along, loud and bad. "You are so gay."

Orlando just grinned back at him and nodded. "You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life, oooooo."

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"My arse is numb… and not in the good way," Orlando said as they sat at a table in a small, roadside diner. Maude sat quietly at his feet, drinking up the Evian he had just poured into her bowl.

Viggo just looked at him, now completely used to Orlando’s unusual outbursts. "I’m gonna have the steak, thank you," he said to the waitress, who was in a dodgy nineteen fifties American cheerleader outfit.

Orlando had insisted on stopping at the themed diner, saying it would make Viggo feel more at home. Viggo was pretty sure this place was nowhere near home. He smiled as he thought of all the cafés and restaurants in American trying to be Italian. He wondered just how wrong they got it.

"Miss breakfast did you, old man?" Orlando asked before looking up and giving the pretty waitress a charming smile. "I’ll have the veggie burger and fries please, sweetheart."

She smiled back at him before taking their order through to the kitchen.

"So, you don’t discriminate then, you actually do flirt with everyone?" Viggo asked amused. He had thought that maybe it was just him, then he had thought that maybe it was just men, but now it turned out that Orlando didn’t discriminate at all.

"This place is dodgy, man, I’m trying to stop her from spitting in our food."

Viggo just chuckled and took a sip of his diet coke.

The long morning’s drive had been an uneventful one. Viggo had finally persuaded Orlando to turn off ABBA and just talk to him instead. They had talked about various things, ranging from Orlando’s mother and sister and the fact that his dad died when he was four, to Viggo telling Orlando more about his marriage and that, for the first time in years, he felt free from all the weight holding him down.

"So," Orlando said carefully, unsure as to how to bring up the subject of Viggo’s wife again. "You’re just going to leave Paris and go back to that life?"

Viggo sighed and looked down at Maude before shaking his head. "I honestly don’t know. I guess I didn’t realise how bad the situation was until I came here… and met you."

Orlando couldn’t help but smile a little at that. He reached over and took Viggo’s hand on the table. "It’ll all work out, you’ll see. By the time we get to Paris, you’ll know what to do."

Viggo smiled with him. He loved how ready Orlando was to believe in destiny, to just believe that everything would turn out alright in the end.

"So you live in London, huh?"

Orlando nodded. "I have a small flat that I share with my cousin Bast. I only have six more months left at college, then I’m not sure where I’ll go. Where the work is I guess."

Viggo smiled. "The world is your oyster."

"What the hell does that even mean anyway? Have you ever noticed how many stupid sayings there are? When I was a kid I would wind up my sister and laugh at her and she’d say, ‘I’ll give you something to laugh about.’ I mean, what the fuck, man, how is that a threat? What was she gonna do? Make me sit down and watch Monty Python?"

Viggo laughed and relaxed back into his chair. He couldn’t take his eyes of Orlando. The young man was enchanting and Viggo knew that he could quite easily stay with him for ever… and there was the problem.

"You even been to London, Vig?"

"Yeah," Viggo said as he smiled at the waitress now placing his steak in front of him. "Thank you," he said to her before turning back to Orlando. "Yeah, I’ve been there several times. I love London. It’s like New York only less pretentious."

Orlando grinned at him. "Maybe you can come visit me sometime. I mean, I don’t want to, you know, pressure you or anything. But maybe if you’re in London again, you could call me."

Viggo didn’t know how to answer that. He knew that if he went back to New York, back to his wife then seeing Orlando again would hurt too much. It was already going to be hard enough to get over him once their trip was over.

"We’ll see."

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Viggo drove the rest of the way up to Cinque Terre and insisted on changing the music in the CD player. Unfortunately, the only other music Orlando had packed was Madonna’s Greatest Hits, so he had been forced to listen to Holiday and Like a Virgin, with Orlando singing along badly.

"Like a vir-er-er-er-gin, when your heart beats, next to mine-e-i-e-ine, wo-e-o-e-o."

"We’re here," Viggo finally exclaimed in relief.

Once at the check in desk, Orlando and Viggo both stood quietly, both knowing they had to broach the subject of whether or not to share a room.

The clerk stood patiently, somewhat amused. He assumed these two men were lovers and weren’t sure whether or not to give the game away.

"One room please, double bed," Orlando finally said. It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept in a bed together before. Yes, okay, things were slightly different now, but Orlando could restrain himself… right?

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Viggo got back from the vending machine to find Orlando jumping on the bed in nothing but a pair of red, silk boxer shorts.

"What are you doing?"

Orlando stopped and let himself flop down onto the mattress. "I’m using up the rest of my energy. We’ve been sitting all day and if I go to bed still full of beans then I fidget. So I’m doing this for your benefit man." He let out a sigh and spread his legs, enjoying the feeling of the cool sheets on his bare skin.

Viggo stood in the doorway, unable to take his eyes off the sight before him. Good God, how the hell was he supposed to sleep next to that? He placed the chocolate bars on the dresser and removed his shirt.

Orlando pushed himself up on his elbows and watched as Viggo’s broad back was presented to him. He saw muscles flexing under golden skin and when Viggo’s hands slid down to unbutton his jeans, revealing a firm arse and strong thighs enclosed by black, cotton, hugging shorts, Orlando felt his cock throb. He watched the man before him and his mind played out a thousand fantasies.

He knew his boxer shorts were tenting at the front and he didn’t know if he should get under the covers to try and hide it or not. He didn’t want to make Viggo feel uncomfortable, but a part of him wanted Viggo to see just how much Orlando desired him.

Viggo turned and saw Orlando looking at him, like a hungry man looks at a feast. His pupils were dilated and his cheeks were flushed.

"Um," Viggo said, moving towards the bed and pulling back the sheets. "We should get some sleep, long drive ahead of us tomorrow."

Orlando nodded and slid under the covers. He lay quietly, long after Viggo had switched off the bedside lamp. "Vig?"

He heard Viggo’s breathing hitch in the dark. "Yeah?"

Cautiously, Orlando slid his hand over Viggo’s chest and moved closer to him, resting his head on the older man’s shoulder. "Is this okay?" he whispered.

Viggo brought his arm up to rest over Orlando’s shoulders and turned his face into the younger man’s hair. "Yeah."

TBC