vigorli

Title: Pole Position (Part 5 of ?)
Author:

obselizabeth
E-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: Definitely NC-17 now!
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (with a little Ian and Sean and Eric thrown in -- this chapter adds a couple more boys *smile*)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend,

namarie120, for ~~begging me~~ offering to beta this
Beta: The glamorous

namarie120

Author's note: Special thanks goes to namarie120 for letting me use the infamous "Red" in my fic. I wanted there to be something that was special to Viggo in his past relationship that could, perhaps transition to his new relationship. "Red" fits the bill :) If you haven't had the pleasure of reading it, go here: http://namarie120.livejournal.com/6268.html

"They're back," Rebecca said, informing Heath of Eric and Johnny's return. "Don't hurt him too badly."

"Fuckin' wanker," Heath muttered, walking out the front door. He arrived at Johnny's side of the car just as the door was opened. Johnny's rise out of the car only added to the physics of the punch. Heath's right fist connected with Johnny's jaw, and sent the man reeling into the yard.

"Why'd you do that, man?" Johnny asked, amazed that his lover could be this angry. He thought for sure he'd landed an easy target when he met Heath – the boy hung on Johnny's every word.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Heath asked, kicking Johnny back down when he tried to stand again. "I thought we had a real relationship. But you were playing with me…the same as you did with that Viggo fellow."

"Damn you, Rebecca," Johnny swore, under his breath…for he realized Rebecca must've given Heath the details while he had his run-in with Viggo.

Trying to stand again was to no avail, as Heath continually jabbed the toe of his boot into Johnny's ribs. Finally, leaving Johnny bleeding and sore, Heath went back into the house. No amount of torture could assuage his anger at his lover's deceitfulness. Now, he just needed to find a way back to Australia.

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Eric and Rebecca watched from behind the sheers in the dining room. They didn't try to hide the fact as Heath came back into the house. "I'll take you to the airport, Heath. I think 'Becca will be busy taking Johnny to the hospital," he noted, almost whimsically.

"Thanks, mate. Just let me make a few calls and grab my things."

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Viggo walked the gardens that morning. When he went around a corner of the house, he saw that Karl was out, washing the limo by hand. The dark haired man was attractive, Viggo had to admit…and was even more appealing bare-chested, as Karl had removed his shirt to keep from soaking it. The shorts he wore accented the curve of his ass, and his long legs. Viggo approached the driver, striking up a conversation.

"You mean you keep the limo so spotless by hand?"

Karl stopped in mid-stroke, holding the soapy sponge against the black metal. "I like doing things by hand. Keeps me in shape."

Viggo would have commented on Karl's 'shape', but it was not appropriate between employer and employee…as well as the fact that Viggo was quite content with the prospect of having Orlando as his lover.

"You seem better today, Mr. Mortensen," Karl commented, returning to his sudsing.

"I fucked up bad, but have been given a second chance.”

"Your guests this morning?" Karl asked, truly having been concerned about his employer.

"My former…lover. I needed to let go."

Karl came to a dead stop, right then and there…and stood to face Viggo. "I had no idea. But I'm glad to know I'm in good company." Karl hoped Viggo would understand what he was saying.

Just then, Viggo had a thought. If *he* couldn't watch Orlando perform – yet – then perhaps he could send a spy. "Karl, um…could I ask you a favor?"

"Sure thing," Karl replied, puzzled.

"Well, it's a long story, but…say, come in and have a beer with me."

Karl hosed the soap from the vehicle quickly, pulled on his dry shirt, and went into the kitchen after his employer. Viggo tried to keep his explanation of the past days’ events to a minimum, but enough that Karl would understand. "What I'd like, though, is for you to go tonight. I'm not worried that he's moved on to someone else, I just want to hear what he's doing…how he's dancing…I want you to be my eyes, and ears."

Karl was definitely interested. He'd wanted to visit the establishment for a long time, but hadn't connected with anyone…and it wasn't the sort of place you went alone. "I'd be more than happy to, if you won't be needing my services this evening. But, won't it look 'odd' that I'm there by myself?"

Viggo understood what Karl was saying, and assured him, "Just tell the bouncer at the front that you're a friend of mine and you want to see Sean. He's the owner, and a good friend of mine. I'll call him so he'll expect you."

"Thanks, boss," Karl said, the smile lighting up his face.

"Just one more thing, Karl. I've got dibs on Orlando, remember that," Viggo added, and both men laughed amiably.

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Heath found Eric at the computer in the study. "There's no way I can get outta here until tomorrow afternoon," he said, disappointed.

"Well, you're more than welcome to stay here. Johnny's been admitted to the hospital, and will be there a couple of days. He told the hospital staff that he'd had a run in with a wild horse. I'd say that's a pretty good description of you."

Heath managed a smile. "I'm so angry. Not at him, any more…but more so at myself for being duped. For not seeing him for what he truly was."

Eric stood, putting his hand on the younger man's shoulder with compassion. "Johnny's got a lot of charm; in fact, that's one of his strongest tools. Unfortunately, he uses it for personal gain. And he doesn't have very high morals."

Hanging his head, Heath winced at the dull throbbing in the pit of his stomach. "Maybe I'll go see a movie or something. I need to go out for a while."

"I've got an idea, if you're game. I need to catch up with an old friend who's dancing at ‘The Kraze’ tonight. Why don't you come with me? You could be my 'date'."

"I'm not sure…"
"Come on, Heath. It'll be fun."

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Sean's phone had been ringing off the hook all afternoon. This time, when he recognized the name on the caller ID, he was concerned. "Viggo, what's wrong?" he greeted the man.

"Nothing's wrong, Sean. How did things go at the club last night?"

"At first, he freaked out. But I, ah, talked to him a bit, and he's more at ease now. But initially, he was frightened that you'd be here."

Viggo sighed, wondering how long it would be before he could make a move again.

"Just give the lad time, Vig," Sean said, in response to Viggo's audible sigh. "Anyhow, whot can I do for ye?"

"My…a friend of mine, Karl, has wanted to stop by there, but didn't want to go alone. Would you mind…"

Sean interrupted, smiling. "Tell 'im to come on by. I'll let Keanu at the front know he's coming to see me. It'll be nice, especially since Ian's gone out of town again."

Viggo remembered. "Oh, that's right. He's going to be gone a couple of weeks." Now it was Sean's turn to sigh. Viggo didn't understand the attraction, but it wasn't his to question. "Oh, and one more thing…I'd appreciate if you could pass along an…anonymous note. Maybe in his dressing room?"

"Do you think that's wise?"

"Let me bounce it off you, and then you tell me what you think." Viggo relayed the short verse, a quote taken from an Anna Nalick song.

"He'll know it's from you. But it doesn't seem like anything that would bother him. I'll make sure he gets it."

"Thanks, Sean. You're turning out to be a good friend."

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Eric, even though happily married, couldn't deny how sexy Heath looked…he noted as he watched the younger man enter the other room. A leaf-green, long-sleeved, cashmere tee fit snug across his chest, enhancing his eyes as well. The grey jeans looked like they'd been molded onto him.

"He is quite a sight, isn't he?" Rebecca joked, purring in his ear.

Eric pulled her tight against him, his mouth taking hers in a gentle, familiar possession. "There's no one to take me away from you, my love. You sure you don't mind that we go?"

"How long has it been since you've seen Orlando? He'll be happy to see you, I'm sure!"

Just then, Heath entered the room. "Not interrupting anything I'd rather not witness, am I?" he asked.

"My husband's just reaffirming his heterosexuality," Rebecca laughed. "Make sure those men keep their paws off him!"

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Karl came into the den just as Viggo hung up the phone. He wore a dark blue silk shirt, unbuttoned quite a way, with the sleeves rolled up just a bit. Viggo couldn't resist commenting. "I thought you didn't want attention being drawn to you."

Karl's dark eyes glinted, almost dangerously. "Stop it," he growled. "When I'm dressed nice, it gives me confidence."

"I'm only teasing, Karl. You really do look nice. And I look forward to a full report."

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Eric and Heath arrived at the club at the tail end of the first show. That would give them time to have dinner before Orlando's performance began…in about 2 hours. As they entered the establishment, Heath took note of the bouncer…dark brown eyes met his hazel ones…and he felt the electricity throughout his entire body. Their gazes were locked until Sean walked up, calling out Eric's name.

"I couldn't wait any longer, and Heath needed a night out," Eric apologized.

"No worries! I'm glad to see you guys. Come eat…Orlando still isn't here yet, but he'll come in the back way. It'll be a huge surprise!"

Sean and Eric continued talking as they walked into the main part of the club, neither of them noticing Heath's head turning to look over his shoulder to catch one final glimpse of the dark-haired man.

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"Tonight's a good night," Sean said to Keanu, patting the younger man on the back. "Almost a full house. I'm still waiting for…someone though. A friend of a friend. Karl, I think his name is." At that moment, Karl walked in…not having heard the conversation. Both men looked at him, and Sean unconsciously licked his lips.

"I'm here to meet Sean," he said, his voice pouring out over Sean like warm, thick syrup.

"That'd be me," Sean said, moving forward to take Karl's hand in his grasp. "You must be Karl."

Karl shook his head in affirmation, but found himself momentarily unable to speak. He was by no means a novice to the world of homosexuality, but never in his experience had he run across anyone so…primal. The pheromones emanating from Sean were intoxicating. It was then Karl noticed Sean hadn't released his hand. "Come," he rumbled, his voice purring. "Um, come with me. I've got to check on things and then we can get a table and…get acquainted."

Keanu just rolled his eyes.

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Orlando made his way in the back entrance, down the usual path of hallways, until he reached his door. As usual, he started right into his stretching routine…and then dressed in his costume. All the while, his thoughts were on Viggo. Would the rose and wine be there again tonight? Would Viggo be there? The anticipation was mind-blowing.

Once dressed, he moved to the makeup table, applying the waterproof liner. Checking the clock, he found he had 15 minutes before his performance. He made his way to the other side of the room, turned off the light, and was just about to shut the door behind him when something caught his eye…something glowing…something written on the large mirror of his dressing table.

Here, take my bed
Lay your head in my lap again
Let me sing to your soul
Cause where you go is
Where I'll be home

It was written out of his main view in the mirror with a glow-in-the-dark crayon, which is why he hadn't seen it with the lights on. 'Romance,' Orlando said to himself quietly. 'He's wooing me.'

Quickly, Orlando left the room, this time shutting the door behind him, and moved to peer past the curtains. The wine was there. The yellow rose was there. Orlando smiled. He'd have to get Sean to ask Viggo to attend the performance himself the next night.

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Viggo's attention was torn away from his book by the chiming of the hour. Glancing at his clock, he realized it was almost time for Orlando to take the stage. How he longed to hold the younger man in his arms, telling him over and over how sorry he was.

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Plates were cleared, and waiters served the after-dinner drinks to the crowd. As the lights were dimming, Heath excused himself, telling Eric he'd be back in a bit. Where was he going, he asked himself. He wasn't one to jump from one relationship to another. What if this new guy was the same as Johnny?

He didn't care. Tonight, he needed sex. He needed to conquer someone…needed to know he was overwhelmingly attractive.

The front entrance was only dimly lit. He saw the man, leaning against a railing, smoking a cigarette, looking outside. Making use of his advantage, Heath stole up behind the unsuspecting man, sliding his hands along full hips to pull the man back against his pelvis…and moved forward to growl in his ear, "Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

"Probably more," the answer was whispered back…the man pushing the remaining stub into an ash tray. He turned, still within Heath's grasp, and their mouths met fiercely. Immediately, Heath's tongue sought out the curves and flesh of the other man's mouth…their hips moving back and forth against each other. After a while, only due to a need for oxygen, they parted. "I'm Keanu," he said, breathlessly.

"Heath."

"I want you…in me….now," Keanu managed to say, his breathing ragged.

"But where? Here?" Heath was so aroused, he thought he actually could have taken the other man right there and then.

Keanu's hands slid up the front of Heath's sweater, palms skimming across Heath's nipples. "There's an office, just to the left." Heath's head fell back, allowing the other man to rub his hands back and forth across the distended buds of flesh. "Let me make you feel good."

"Mmmmmm, already feels good," Heath moaned. Keanu leaned forward, capturing the moan in his own mouth.

Kissing all the way, Keanu led an extremely-aroused Heath to the privacy of the front office…locking the door behind them.

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Orlando came out when he was announced, outfitted in the same white sheerness he'd worn the night before…including the boots. He had no idea that his former mentor was in the audience, watching with rapt attention…trying to ignore the unavoidable response in his pants.

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Karl tried to pay attention to the display on stage, wanting to memorize everything in order to provide his employer with a first-class description…however, he couldn't disregard the magnetic pull from the man sitting next to him. He turned to look at Sean in the dimness…the green eyes that greeted his were almost ablaze.

"Are ye enjoying yerself?" Sean asked, moving forward in his chair, enhancing his proximity to Karl.

"Definitely. He's a gorgeous man."

Sean ventured moving even closer, and put his hand on Karl's knee. "He's not the only gorgeous man in here."

Karl moved his hand to cover Sean's. "It's been a long time, Sean." Funny thing was that Karl didn't feel embarrassed by the admission.

Sean's other hand went up to cup Karl's cheek. "I'll be gentle with ye," he promised in a whisper.

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When the lights came on after Orlando's performance had ended, he looked out into the audience. Who was that dark haired man with Sean? He'd never seen him before.

And then, his eyes lit on a familiar face. 'Eric', he mouthed, moving in slow motion towards his old friend. Eric, too, moved in Orlando's direction, trying to hasten their contact. The two bodies met, arms wrapping around each other.