FIC: Rosso Luna 10

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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.

Beta: The betalicious Soar38 *Kisses*

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Chapter 10

 

The funeral had been one of the worst experiences of Viggo’s life. It had been his father’s wish to be buried, not cremated, something Viggo couldn’t understand. He had stood there and watched while they lowered a box containing his father’s shell into the ground, to rot, to be eaten by worms. A wave of nausea had gone through him and his face had felt unbearably hot until Orlando slipped his hand inside Viggo’s. Having Orlando on one side of him and Henry on the other made it okay, it made it bearable.

Upon their return, Viggo and his brothers had sat in the kitchen and shared a bottle of their father’s scotch. Then, With the alcoholic warmth spreading through his stomach, Viggo went out onto the front porch.

"Hey," he said as he saw Chris sitting on the brick wall, cradling a drink in her hands.

She looked up and smiled sadly. "How’re you doing?"

Viggo shrugged his shoulders and came to sit beside her. If truth be told, he and Chris had never spoken so much as they had these past few days.

She took a sip of her drink before looking over at Viggo. He was still as handsome as the day they had met. Still as kind, though something had changed. Something in them both had changed. "Henry goes off to college in two weeks," she said looking down at the ground. "He won’t need us anymore."

"That’s not true," Viggo said, looking out over his father’s land. "He’ll always need us."

"Yes, but he won’t need us there all the time."

Viggo nodded hesitantly and suddenly wished Orlando was sat beside him with one of his joints.

"So," Chris began, turning to face him with a smile on her face. "I’m letting you go, Viggo. Setting you free."

Viggo frowned and shook his head. "I…I…"

"In two weeks, our son will have left home. Sarah and I have been talking a lot. She didn’t realise how bad it had gotten, my um… my drinking. I hadn’t realised how bad it had gotten. No, that’s not true, I just didn’t want to admit it."

Viggo reached over and put his hand on her back, it was perhaps the first affectionate gesture between the two of them in years.

"I’m booked in to a rehab centre, just outside of New York, discreet, and, um, it’s more like a health spa with therapy. Healthy body, healthy mind, I guess." She let out a false laugh and tightened her grip on her drink.

"I think that’s great, Chris. I wish I’d been strong enough to talk you into it years ago," Viggo said looking down at the ground.

Chris shook her head. "You were too busy being strong for our son. God knows I wasn’t."

They both sat in silence for a few minutes before Chris looked up at him, looking like the girl she had been when they first met. "Do you remember our little apartment?"

"The one with no heat?" Viggo asked.

She laughed and nodded. "And a leaky tap and the kitchen window that wouldn’t open."

Viggo laughed too and nodded. "We were so happy then."

"Yeah," she agreed. "We were going to living happily ever after… well we fucked that up."

Viggo laughed and pulled her to him in a hug. "We fucked that up good."

"However, one good, no, one great thing came from it."

"Henry."

"Henry."

The smile suddenly went from her face and she reached over and held Viggo’s hand. "I’m scared, Vig. I’m fucking terrified. What if I can’t do this?"

Viggo squeezed her hand. "Then you try again and you keep on trying. Because we’ve only got one chance at life, Chris, and you deserve a better one than the one you’re living right now."

He suddenly felt trapped. Did Chris need him? Would she only get better if her were there supporting her?

"And I’ll be there for you, for as long as you need me." Even as he said it, he saw Orlando’s face in his mind and felt his heart ripping in two.

"No," Chris said firmly. "No, Vig, you will be wherever your little Orlando is. You only get one life," she said with a smile, using his own words. "Don’t fucking waste it babysitting a drunk, that’s what the nice doctors are for, anyway."

Viggo smiled and brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing her cold fingers.

"He’s a sweetheart, he’ll be good to you, I know it. And besides, who knows, maybe I’ll end up falling in love with my therapist."

Viggo laughed and so did she. She stood up and pulled Viggo up by the hand he was still holding. She nodded in the direction of the barn. "I saw him go in there about fifteen minutes ago." She kissed Viggo on the cheek and opened the front door. "Go get your happily ever after."

When Viggo reached the barn he pulled his jacket tighter around him. It was getting dark and the weather, despite it being summer, was starting to get cold. "Orli? Are you in here?" He called out as he entered the empty barn. There was hay strewn across the floor and a work bench and pieces of wood scattered about. This was where Viggo’s father had made things.

He heard rustling from above him and looked up at the hay loft. He saw Orlando kneeling, looking over the edge at him.

Viggo smiled. "What are you doing up there?"

Orlando grinned back at him. "Having a stabble boy fantasy?"

Viggo laughed and made his way over to the ladder. He climbed up and found Orlando lying back on the hay, smoking a much needed joint.

"Don’t you know what a fire hazard that is?" Viggo asked, taking the joint off Orlando and taking a deep pull. The young Brit patted the hay beside him. "Lie down with me."

Viggo smiled and looked down at the gorgeous man, who was anointed by the dim, golden lamp light above him.

Viggo lay down beside him and put his arm out for Orlando to snuggle into him.

"Rough day, huh?" Orlando asked needlessly.

Viggo nodded and took another pull on the joint. He stubbed it out on the wooden wall and turned to face Orlando. "Make it better."

Slowly, Orlando reached out and stroked Viggo’s face with the back of his fingers. He scooted closer to the other man, making the hay rustle underneath him. The scent of fresh hay and woodland spices filled the air as their lips came together in a gentle kiss.

Viggo’s hand stroked down Orlando’s side before going back up, pushing his T-shirt up, exposing his olive toned skin to the cool night air. Viggo slid down and rolled Orlando onto his back before pressing an open mouthed kiss to the soft flesh of his stomach. The muscles underneath his skin quivered at the contact. Viggo’s tongue came out and licked a slow circle around his navel before making its way further up. Orlando sat up a little to remove his shirt completely and let out a soft sigh as Viggo’s tongue found one of his nipples.

The older man sucked the hardened nub into his mouth, biting gently before soothing it with another cool lick. Viggo placed a kiss to each of the nipples before kneeling up and slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. Orlando pushed himself up on his elbows and watched as Viggo’s taut, firm chest was exposed to him. He reached out as the shirt was tossed to the side and ran his hand over the slightly furred pecs and down his stomach.

Orlando licked his lips and unbuttoned his trousers. He laid back and arched his hips as he slid them down over his arse and thighs. Viggo grabbed them and pulled them down the rest of the way, throwing them to the side, on top of his own shirt. He smiled when he saw that Orlando was wearing the red, silk boxer shorts he had seen him in before. The silky material was fairly tight and the bulge pressing against the front, already leaving a small wet patch, made Viggo’s mouth water. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the clothed erection.

Orlando had waited for this for so long, he had barely been touched and already he was as hard as a plank of wood.

Viggo opened his mouth and licked and sucked at the clothed cock, causing the wet silk to rub all over Orlando’s hard on. "Oh, yeah," Orlando sighed letting his head fall back against the hay. Viggo pulled the boxers down and watched as Orlando’s cock sprang free, the beautiful piece of flesh, pink and quivering, just begging to be sucked.

Holding Orlando’s eyes, Viggo engulfed the shaft without warning and Orlando bucked up into the mouth with a cry. Viggo sucked on the head while his fingers teased at Orlando’s opening.

Just as Orlando was beginning to lose himself, Viggo pulled away and began removing his own trousers and boxers.

"It’s been a while," Viggo whispered honestly as he blanketed Orlando’s naked body with his own. They both groaned as their hard cocks came into contact.

Orlando smiled and stroked the sandy blonde hair from his face. "I hear it’s just like riding a bike. Only you’ll be riding a man," he said with a cheeky smile.

Viggo laughed nervously and kissed the tip of Orlando’s nose. "I do love you," he said suddenly and Orlando felt his eyes water and his throat tighten.

"I love you too, always have."

Viggo smiled warmly, feeling a lot more confident now. "We don’t have any lube, or any condoms but I know that I’m clean."

Orlando smiled at him and reached over for his trousers. He removed a small tube of lube and three condoms.

Viggo burst out laughing and took them from him. He looked up at Orlando waiting for him to explain himself.

"I’ve been waiting for you to finally give in and fuck me for a very long time, Viggo. There was no way I wasn’t going to be prepared for when it finally happened."

Viggo laughed and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Besides," Orlando said. "I don’t know for certain if I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without a condom before, but you never know and I haven’t been tested since I left England."

Viggo nodded and smiled slightly. "We go back to Paris tomorrow, I bet you’ve missed Maude."

Orlando nodded and kissed him. "What happens then?" he asked timidly, afraid of the answer.

"You go back to London and I go back to New York, at least for two weeks. I need to spend some time with my son. After that, well, how would you feel about having a house guest for a little while?"

Orlando’s face suddenly broke out into a huge grin and he rolled Viggo onto his back and straddled him. He brought his mouth crashing down onto Viggo’s and held his face tenderly as he kissed him. "You mean it?"

"I mean it."

Taking the lube and condoms back from Viggo, Orlando tossed two of them to the side and tore one open with his teeth. He pumped Viggo’s erection for a few seconds before rolling the rubber down onto him. He opened the lube and squeezed a bit onto Viggo’s fingers. "Open me."

Viggo smiled and brought his fingers round to tease the entrance to Orlando’s body. He stroked around the hole before slowly slipping a finger inside. Orlando’s body relaxed easily, he had wanted this for so long, he was more than ready for it.

As Viggo’s finger moved in and out of Orlando’s hole, Viggo watched his lover’s face, watched as his eyes darkened and his mouth parted slightly. "You’re beautiful."

Orlando pushed back on the finger, silently asking for more. Viggo pushed in two fingers and curled them slightly, brushing over Orlando’s prostate. "Oh," Orlando sighed, tipping his head back and bringing his hand round to stroke his cock.

Just like riding a bike, Viggo thought with a smile. He scissored his fingers, stretching Orlando’s body for him, before he removed them and rolled Orlando onto his back. He kissed the soft, pliant lips once more before taking his straining cock and positioning it at Orlando’s opening. "I love you," he whispered against Orlando’s mouth before he slid in with only a little resistance. Orlando gasped into Viggo’s mouth and clutched at Viggo’s bare buttocks.

"Viggo," Orlando sighed as he was penetrated. Soft whimpers filled the barn as Viggo moved slowly inside him. For a while, they simply rocked together, enjoying the closeness and the easy pleasure, but soon they needed more. Viggo took Orlando’s legs and placed them over his shoulders so that he could penetrate Orlando more deeply. The new position changed the angle of Viggo’s thrusts so that his hard cock was rubbing over Orlando’s prostate with almost every thrust.

Orlando cried out and tossed his head back, letting the pleasure take him. He felt every inch of Viggo inside him and he had never felt so close to another human being. He knew then, that he would never let Viggo go. He would hunt him down to the ends of the earth if he had to and drag him back against his will, but he would never lose him.

Viggo licked his lips and closed his eyes tightly as he felt the most divine pleasure he had ever known. Every nerve ending was alive and for the first time in a long time, Viggo was back to being who he wanted to be.

Orlando was, by now, whimpering and mewling and clutching at Viggo’s back for something to ground him. He knew there were tears falling from his eyes and he didn’t care. He had never felt so loved, so wanted, so worshiped in his life. He could die right now and know that he was in heaven.

When Viggo felt himself nearing the edge he took Orlando’s hand in his and wrapped it around his erection. "Stroke it," Viggo ordered him softly.

Orlando stroked his cock and with his free hand pulled Viggo’s face down for a kiss. The kiss was messy and sloppy and Orlando panted loudly as he felt the pressure building in his cock. He came in hot spurts all over his hand and Viggo’s stomach, crying out into Viggo’s mouth and sobbing out his orgasm.

His passage tightened around Viggo, the hot, silky heat contracting around his hard cock, pushing him over the edge. He grabbed hold of Orlando’s buttocks and slammed into him, pounding into the delicious heat of his body. When Viggo came, filling the condom, he collapsed on top of Orlando and nuzzled his neck, his body quivering in his release.

Orlando held him tight and kissed the top of his head. Both men closed their eyes and soon fell into an exhausted sleep. Viggo was still inside Orlando and that was where he always wanted to be. They lay there , the sweat cooling in the night air, the oil lamp dying out, knowing that tomorrow they would both have to say goodbye, if only for a little while.

 

TBC.

Comments

[living-phoenix.livejournal.com]

*big happy grin*

this was perfect, sweetie!

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thank you darling.
*Hugs you*

[sarahphym.livejournal.com]

barn sex! yay.

hay.


Great chapter.

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

lol. Thank you :)

[rocketbalm.livejournal.com]

OMG -- so worth the waiting for the sex. What a lovely image, you created. Not only between Orli and Vig, which was HOT, but between Vig and Chris. Having her let Viggo go, releasing him to find happiness, while she tried to find her own peace with her drinking. Nicely done. I thoroughly enjoyed this chapter and look forward to more.

cheers, rb

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the great feedback sweetheart, I'm so glad you liked it :)

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thanks darling, I'm glad you liked it :)
*nearly* cried huh? I guess I'll have to try harder next time ;)

[blinddreamer.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I think I may actually like your Chris now. Well done with the emotions... and the barn sex! Great chapter.

[bwitched83uk.livejournal.com]

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it :)
Yeah I wanted to show that there are always two sides to a story and no one person is ever to blame alone.