vigorli

Title: Rosso Luna

Author: Bwitched83uk (bwitched83uk@aol.com)

Rating: NC-17 overall.

Warning: Orlando masturbating. Can I get an Amen!

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*

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Feedback: Makes Viggo and Orli horny baby.

Chapter 7

Viggo awoke to the distinct feeling of a hard cock pressed against his back. He groaned, feeling pleasure shoot through him at the very thought of Orlando hard and spooned up behind him. Viggo opened his eyes and moved away slightly to look at the younger man. Orlando was fast asleep, his mouth open a little and his pink tongue resting on his bottom teeth. He made little hitching sounds as he breathed in through his nose and Viggo smiled at the angel… who was as hard as rock. The boy certainly was a contradiction.

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Orlando yawned and opened his eyes. Viggo wasn’t in the room but he could hear the shower running in the other room. He smiled and stretched lazily. He licked his lips, wetting them and closed his eyes again, thinking about Viggo standing under the hot spray of the shower, soap suds running down his back and over his perfect, tonned arse. Orlando groaned. He thought about Viggo’s flaccid cock, dripping wet between his legs. God, Orlando wanted to take him in his mouth and suck him dry.

He knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, given the fact the Viggo could come out at any moment but that just made Orlando even harder. He had woken up already hard and the thought of Viggo in the shower just about finished him off. It wouldn’t take him long, and so what if Viggo did catch him? Maybe he would offer to give him a hand… or a mouth.

Orlando smiled and imagined himself going into the bathroom and opening the shower door. He wrapped his hand around his cock and tugged on it, squeezing the shaft and teasing the head. He imagined dropping to his knees on the shower floor and licking up Viggo’s thigh before taking him into his mouth and suckling gently.

His hand sped up on his cock as he imagined Viggo moaning, his hands sliding into Orlando’s wet curls to guide him. He imagined sliding a hand round to cup Viggo’s arse before slipping a finger into the crack and fucking him with it.

"Oh," Orlando cried out as he felt his orgasm approach. "Fuck, yes!" He spilled his seed all over his hand and stomach and quickly brought his hand to his mouth. He sucked off his hot come, imagining it was Viggo’s.

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The morning’s drive had been a quiet one. The two men either didn’t have much to say to each other, or they had too much. Soft music played on the radio in a language neither of them could understand. They had passed into France now and Maude lay peacefully on the back seat, soaking up the summer sun.

"Do you wanna think about stopping for lunch soon?" Viggo asked, taking his sunglasses off the dashboard and putting them on. "Or, do you wanna drive a little further?"

Orlando glanced over at Viggo and smiled. "You look sexy in those."

Viggo turned to look at him, a little surprised by Orlando’s random observation. Though, he figured, he should probably be used to it by now. "Um, thanks."

Orlando smiled again, he simply loved seeing Viggo blush. "I don’t mind. I’m happy to drive for another hour or so if you… Fuck!"

The car gave a loud rattling sound and sputtered. Orlando steered the car onto the lay over and unbuckled his seatbelt. White smoke was coming out from under the bonnet and Orlando kicked the tyre angrily. "Piece of fucking crap!"

Viggo quickly got out and walked over to Orlando. He ran his hand over the other man’s back. "Hey, calm down. It’s alright. We’ll get it seen to."

Orlando nodded his head and strongly resisted the urge to kick the car again.

They stood by the road for only a few minutes before someone stopped and offered to tow them to the next town. They gratefully accepted the offer and thanked the kind stranger as he left them at a garage.

The mechanic looked under the bonnet and spoke to his co-worker. He then turned to Orlando and began speaking his native language. Viggo didn’t speak French so he simply watched as Orlando nodded every now and then.

"You have no idea what he’s saying do you?" Viggo finally asked.

"My mum’s a language teacher, you know," Orlando informed him.

"Really? So you do understand him?" Viggo asked hopefully.

"No," Orlando said shaking his head. "But my mum would."

Viggo sighed and walked away from the younger man, lest he hit him. The French mechanic gave up and went to get an English speaking employee.

"Do you have the log book and your drivers license with you please?" the interpreter asked.

Orlando didn’t speak for a moment, then he turned to Viggo. "Look, Vig, why don’t you go to that café over there and order us some lunch, I’m starving. I’ll take care of this."

Viggo frowned at him. "Are you sure?"

Orlando nodded and waited until Viggo left before answering the mechanic.

"Look, the car isn’t mine, I borrowed it from a friend. I don’t have the log book because, well, he didn’t give it to me and my drivers license is sitting in my own car back in London," Orlando informed them with a short laugh. "But, um, I can pay you cash."

Viggo smiled at Orlando as he entered the café. He sat down opposite the older man and picked up the sandwich Viggo had ordered for him.

"Everything okay?"

Orlando nodded and swallowed his mouthful. "Yeah, should be a couple of hours. Just some problem with the fan."

The two men chatted through their meal and were just getting ready to pay when two uniformed police officers entered along with the non-English speaking mechanic.

"Oh, fuck," Orlando sighed casually.

"What’s going on?" Viggo asked.

Orlando just turned to him and smiled. "We’re just going on a little detour." He then turned back to the policemen, who were now right in front of him and smiled again. "I can explain everything."

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The holding cell was a pretty dismal place. The two walls were grey and dingy and the bars on the other two sides weren’t exactly warming. Viggo refused to look up from the floor as he sat quietly on the bench. A few seats up from him was a big guy in a dirty, white wife beater and tattoos covering his fat biceps. Orlando was sat on the bench opposite, trying desperately to get Viggo to look at him.

"Vig," the young man tried. He had been trying to get Viggo to talk to him since they were brought in an hour ago. "Viggy."

Viggo kept his eyes on the grey, concrete floor and concentrated on clenching and unclenching his fist in an attempt to control his anger.

"Look, I’m sorry, alright," Orlando said desperately. He hated this silence, he hated the idea that Viggo was mad at him. "I won’t do it again."

The big man next to Viggo lit up a cigarette and Viggo raised his eyes and watched longingly as he puffed on it.

"Oh, God," Orlando moaned, placing his hands over his face. "I’m too pretty to go to jail, I’ll get buggered by the bigger boys." He suddenly removed his hands and looked up as he considered it.

"Vig. Come on, you can’t be mad at me, please." Orlando sat forward on his bench and reached out his hand to touch Viggo’s knee. The older man acted like he hadn’t even felt it.

"Why don’t you shut your mouth, cupcake," The large, tattooed Frenchman said in between puffs.

"Why don’t you blow me?" Orlando retorted before looking closely at the other man and realising that he could probably kill him with one hand.

The three of them sat in silence for a few more minutes. Orlando rested his head back against the wall and silently counted the number of cracks on the ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that the large, scary man was eyeing him up. Finally, his eyes went to the stranger of their own accord and he felt a surge of fear go through him as the man grinned at him, displaying his crooked, yellow teeth, some capped with gold.

"Vig?" Orlando tried again, moving further up the bench so that he was as far away from Jaws as possible.

Viggo tried hard to ignore him, but he couldn’t hold back his anger any longer. "You didn’t even give me a choice, Orli."

"What?"

"It’s not like you said, ‘hey, I’m going on this trip to France, I stole my boyfriend’s car-"

"Ex-boyfriend," Orlando was quick to point out.

"- and there’s a shit load of marijuana in the glove compartment." Viggo looked up at him as he talked and Orlando could see the anger burning in his usually calm, blue eyes.

"I’m sorry," Orlando tried lamely. "But in my defence, I had every right to steal his car. He stole my fucking dog. Wanker! I couldn’t let him get away with that. And anyway, I was going to leave it in Calais and phone him to let him know where it was… And I fully intended to share the pot with you."

Viggo shook his head. "You just… you don’t think."

Orlando felt his own surge of anger go through him at that. "So, if you’re so mad at me, why didn’t you tell them you had nothing to do with it? I would have backed you up. Why didn’t you tell them?" Viggo stayed silent, which made Orlando even angrier. "Viggo?" he shouted.

"Because I couldn’t let you come here alone." Viggo shouted back before realising it. He dropped his voice and looked away again. "Despite every shred of common sense I thought I had… I care about you, okay?"

Jaws watched the two of them with interest, the whole time puffing on his small, brown cigarette.

"I’d kill for a cigarette," Viggo suddenly said, drawing the man’s attention to him. "I’ll give you the boy for two of those."

Orlando looked up quickly, alarmed. "Hey."

"You owe me," Viggo replied.

"Vig, how many times do you want me to say I’m sorry? Please, stop being mad at me, I don’t like it." Orlando sounded so miserable that Viggo felt himself relax a little. He even began to feel bad for the younger man. The fact that Orlando had the ability to bring out Viggo’s protective side, just made him angry again.

"Seriously, though," Jaws said after a few minutes of silence. "How much for the boy to suck my cock?"

Orlando looked at him, appalled. "Why don’t you go fuck that key hole," he pointed to the lock on the bar door. "I’m sure you dick is small enough."

Viggo couldn’t help it, he let out a small snort and turned to look at his large cell mate. Luckily the man didn’t do anything. Viggo thought it was probably because they were right in the centre of the police station and police officers were all around them.

After an even longer silence, Viggo got up and went to sit next to Orlando. They didn’t say anything to each other, but Orlando smiled slightly and rested his head on Viggo’s shoulder.

TBC