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Title- Roses- Viggo’s Birthday fic

Author- Elvish Lady

Rating- NC-17

Summery- Orlando isn’t able to get off of set to go to New Zealand to celebrate Viggo’s birthday. But when Viggo gets to their house, he finds a surprise waiting for him.

Beta- Thanks to the lovely

pita23 for doing this on such short notice.

Disclaimer- sadly I do not know these two men, and make no assumptions about their lives. Please don’t sue, I need the money I have to make my car payment. Also to my knowledge, Vanessa is not pregnant. I made that part up.
Author’s note- I started writing this early this week hoping to get it out on Vig’s Birthday, but being so busy I just finished it. I’M SO SORRY VIGGO LOVE! I found the information on rose colors here- http://www.rkdn.org/roses/colors.asp

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Viggo opened his front door and entered the house that he and Orlando had spent the last 4 years inhabiting on their time off together. He sighed as he slipped off his shoes and entered the short hall that led to both the dinning room and the living room. As he ran a hand over his sleep deprived face he pulled off the jacket he had needed in LA, but not here in Wellington and hung it up in the closet. He paused for a moment to run a hand over the simple dress jacket that Orlando had left the last time they had been at the house. A surge of loneliness overwhelmed him for a moment as he remembered the short message that Orlando had left on his phone three days before.

“Viggo, its Orli, please pick up, I know you’re there. Love, this is the fourth time I’ve called, pick up your phone, I need to talk to you… Please pick up. Vig, I don’t want to talk to the answering machine, please pick up the phone.” After a few moments of waiting as had Viggo stared at the phone knowing it was not good news if Orlando was calling him in the middle of the day, Orlando sighed and went on. “Viggo, baby, I am so sorry, but I’m not going to be able to get to Wellington by the 20th. Gore has refused to stop filming for anything short of a family emergency. I know I spoke to him three months ago about this, but because of the accident last month with the ship he’s not letting anyone leave the sight. I know I promised, I am so sorry, I’ve tried everything I can think of to get Gore to budge on letting me off for a couple of days.

“I love you, and I will see you so as soon as I can. Go to the house without me. I’m going to send your present there with Sean. Call me as soon as you are able. I love you, Baby.”

Viggo sighed again and closed the closet door and moved farther down the hall. He paused at the hall table to dump his bag beside it and his keys and wallet onto it and noticed a small envelope with his name scrawled on the front attached to a red tipped yellow rose.

Intrigued he ripped open the side and pulled out the card that was inside. It read, “Friendship- Forty-seven years ago an astounding man was born. From his father he inherited a love of languages, and the love of travel. From his mother he inherited the love of life and the arts. From them both he got two amazing brothers. Six years ago, this amazing man became my friend on his first day on set.” The card read and Viggo shook his head. Orlando had obviously gotten someone to set up a surprise so he wouldn’t feel too bad about being alone.

At the bottom of the card it read- ‘go to the living room.’

Chuckling he took both the card and rose and padded into the living room. Inside he looked around and saw another card with an orange rose attached this time sitting on the antique coffee table Orlando had found in Malta. Smiling he picked them up and opened the card.

“Desire- Forty three years ago a duck showed the way you are dedicated to people, things and what you want. Five and a half years ago I wanted you to be that dedicated to me.” Viggo let out a small laugh and smiled warmly at the card. Again at the bottom of the card it gave him directions. ‘Go into your studio.’

Viggo trekked into his studio, the remnants of paint and clay that he and Orlando used was all over the hard wood floor and old furniture. On his art table, leaning up against his supply chest was another card attached to what was obviously at one time a white rose, but had been placed in blue food colored water, making the petals blue.

Upon opening the card he found himself wondering what memory this card could contain. “Unattainable- Nineteen years ago you married a lovely young woman and five and a half years ago the only thing I thought about was how unattainable I thought you were because you were straight.” Viggo laughed at the memory, remembering how drunk Orlando was the first time they slept together. Afterwards Orlando had been so upset that he had barely spoken to Viggo for a week until Viggo had finally cornered him on the set and explained that he had feelings for Orlando as well. “Go to the kitchen”

Enjoying the game that Orlando had set up, and almost forgetting that Orlando wasn’t there Viggo made his way into the kitchen where he saw a light pink rose attached to the familiar card sitting on the marble topped island. Eagerly tearing open the card, happy to have this insight into Orlando’s mind, he read, “Happiness- Thirty years ago, in an incident with a fist and a barbed wire fence the same man received an adorable scar on his lip. Five and a half years ago I found out how you respond to having it licked and how sensitive it is while shoved up against this counter.” Viggo’s breath rushed out of his lungs as he thought of the way Orlando loved to suck on his lip, running his tongue over the scar on his lip. “Go to our bathroom.”

Viggo prowled up the back steps with long strides reaching the bathroom that he and Orlando had fallen in love with when they had first seen the house. While it was separated from the bedrooms at the other end of the hall, it was a spacious room with large granite tile on the floor that crept up the walls and seemed to blend into the counter top. The shower was large enough to roughly accommodate four large men, but Viggo and Orlando had found it to be just big enough for the two of them morning, night and/or middle of the afternoon.

Attached to the glass door of the shower he spotted a splash of light purple. He pulled the rose off and undid the envelope. “Love at First Sight- 17 years ago, a little boy was born and stole your heart with one look. Five years ago, he stole mine as well. Amazing how everyone in your family seems to wiggle their way into my heart.” Viggo laughed as he realized that the card was referring to Henry. Henry and Orlando had hit it off right away as good friends. Orlando had taught Henry how to surf, and his son seemed exactly how to get his young lover to calm down when he was bouncing off the walls when it was inappropriate for Viggo to do it his way. “Go to the hall closet.”

“The hall closet?” Viggo murmured as he left the bathroom trying to balance the numerous roses and cards that he was holding, and slipped into the neighboring door. Hanging from the cord to turn the light on was a pure white rose. “Happy Love-” the card read, “four years ago when we first bought this house we got stuck in a closet for two hours. I would give anything to be locked in it with you for two centuries if it meant we could hold each other like we did that day.” Viggo sighed happily as he remembered that day. Orlando had been pissed that they had managed to get locked in a closet, but later they both admitted that they had enjoyed it. “Go to the bedroom.”

Viggo’s smile managed to get larger as he practically skipped towards the bedroom. He may not have gotten to have Orlando on his birthday, but it was most certainly becoming one of his favorite. He felt like he was 15 again as he opened the door to the room in question. He did a scan of the room, looking for the familiar splash of color he was becoming accustomed to seeing when he entered a room today. Not seeing one he looked around more closely, wondering if the rose had fallen off something.

“You won’t find it,” a soft voice behind him said. Viggo whipped around and found Orlando standing in the doorway, a blood red rose and card clutched in his hands. “I have it.”

Viggo stared at Orlando, a look of astonishment and confusion covering his face. “What?” Viggo began, but Orlando cut him off.

“Would you like the last one?” he asked as he held out the rose and card. Viggo placed the other roses and cards on the green bedspread. He took the rose and card, keeping both eyes on Orlando, half afraid that he would disappear if he took his eyes off of him. He looked down and the card which read: “I Love You- Two years ago you promised to love and cherish me for as long as we both shall live. I promised at hello.”

Viggo laughed at the pure Orlando-ness of the card, looked back up at the love of his life. “I thought you weren’t coming.” He choked out as he pulled Orlando into a hug, mindless of the rose or card he was still holding.

“Neither did I. Apparently, Vanessa faked labor. Since Gore had nothing else ready for me or Keira, he let us have a few days off until Johnny gets back. I caught the first plane I could to get here before you did.” Orlando explained.

“Well, I must remember to call and thank her and Johnny.” Viggo said and Orlando smiled as he grabbed the back of Viggo’s neck and gave him a proper kiss.

Viggo moaned into Orlando’s mouth as Orlando began to lick at Viggo’s lips, seeking entrance to the mouth he knew so well. He pulled Orlando to him and moaned again to feel the body of his one true love once again against his own.

Whimpering as Orlando pulled away, already missing the touch of his lover and reaching for him again, Orlando batted his hands away. “This is your birthday. You will not be required to do anything but lay back on the bed.” Orlando smirked as he pushed Viggo back on the bed, causing the rose and card to slip from Viggo’s grip and fall to the floor.

Viggo cried out as Orlando attached himself to his throat as he slowly unbuttoned Viggo’s shirt, pulling it off. Slowly making his way down Viggo’s body, Orlando lavished attention equally to both of his lover’s nipples making Viggo gasp and writhe on the bed, knocking a few of the roses and cards to the floor unnoticed by both men.

Orlando made his way down the body laid out before him and started working on Viggo’s pants and underwear. He pulled Viggo’s pants over his hips and off his long legs, causing Viggo’s hard and weeping cock to spring to attention. Orlando licked his lips at the feast set out before him and proceeded to swallow Viggo whole. Viggo gasped as he arched off of the bed, a hand flying to Orlando’s head urging him lower. Orlando smiled evilly around Viggo’s cock and began to hum. Gasping and writhing, Viggo tried to get Orlando to come up.

“Orlando…. Angel… please, I’m…. I’m going to…. Stop…” he begged.

“Why? I want to taste you. Besides today is all about you.” Orlando explained as he let go with an audible *POP*, before returning to his treat.

“Yes….” Viggo gasped. “but I want…. To… be…. InsideyouwhenIcome!” Viggo rushed as he tugged on Orlando’s hair in order for him to come up.

Orlando smirked again as he let go and leaned over to the bedside table and pulled lube out of the top drawer, knocking the rest of the roses and cards off the bed to join their brethren in the process. He squeezed a portion of the lube onto his fingers, bent over to where Viggo could and would see everything he was doing, spread his legs, and looked over his shoulder to look at Vig. “Watch me, Baby. Watch me prepare myself for you.” He pleaded as he inserted a single finger into himself to the second knuckle.

Viggo nodded as his breathing increased tenfold as he watched Orlando open himself for him. Orlando slid the rest of his finger inside himself and moaned. He added another, moaning again and threw back his head wantonly as he crooked them, brushing against his prostate.

Deciding he had had enough of just watching, Viggo grabbed the lube from where Orlando had dropped it, flipped it open and smeared some on his throbbing cock. He then moved to turn Orlando over and fuck him into the next century, but Orlando just pushed him back into a lying down position. He straddled Viggo’s hips and slowly sank down onto his cock. Moaning, Orlando was able to grind out “Your birthday remember? You do none of the work,” before moving.

Orlando set a slow pace, rising and falling on Viggo’s cock rhythmically. “Love please. Move…” he began before Orlando smirked down at him.

What? Move slower?” he teased as he slowed his movements down to where it was almost agonizing for the both of them. “or move faster?” Orlando whispered as he increased his speed causing Viggo to go deep inside his young lover.

Viggo moaned loudly before gripping Orlando’s hips tightly. “minx.” He growled before thrusting sharply upwards.

“Yes,” Orlando gasped as Viggo set a fast and hard pace brushing over his prostate every thrust. Quickly approaching his peak, Orlando thrust downwards, drawing more and more of Viggo into himself until Viggo was balls deep in each thrust.

Growling, Viggo snapped his hips up into Orlando’s one last time before spilling himself into the lithe body above him. Orlando, feeling Viggo finish let go of himself, spilling come all over Viggo’s chest.

Leaning down he licked his essence off of Viggo’s chest before collapsing next to him, spent. “Happy birthday, Baby.” He murmured into Viggo’s side.

“Thank you. This was the best present I’ve received in a long time.” Viggo said as he planted a kiss on top of the dark curls that brushed his arm.

*

An hour later Viggo slipped out of bed, leaving the sleeping Orlando to curl up in a ball to ward off the cold. Picking up the roses and cards from the floor he spotted a vase on the dresser with a final rose and card leaning on it. Adding the other roses to the burgundy one in the vase, and set the other card down to pick up the last one. “Unconscious Beauty- that is what we look like together. Unconscious beauty until death do us part. I love you.”

Sighing happily Viggo set the card down and returned to the bed. “I love you, too.” He mumbled into Orlando’s hair.

A.N. This is FINALLY done! WOHOO! I have been so busy with work and classes that this took forever! Again, thank you

pita23 you are the best! –Lyn