vigorli

Title: Pole Position (Part 10 of ?)
Author:

obselizabeth
E-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (and my own personal selection of other boys)
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

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Orlando paced the room; the friction of the Aneros keeping Viggo in the forefront of his mind. He walked over and pushed an arbitrary button on the CD player. A song from Evan's Blue came crashing from the speakers.

You better crawl on your knees
the next time you say that you love me
fall on your knees, cuz this time I won't be so kind
can't you see that this is life and life is killing me

Tears welled up in Orlando's eyes again, and he sobbed openly. "I've lost him…again."

Eric felt helpless, and impatient. Hopefully, Sean and Karl could find Viggo before anything happened to him.

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As arranged, Keanu met the trio outside the club. Sean watched as Keanu stuffed a pistol in the back of his pants. "I called ahead," Keanu informed them, quietly. "There's a table waiting for you. Oh, and Alexandra, you might want to remember to walk behind Sean. Give me 10 minutes upstairs before you try anything. That should give you enough time to find your way up the back entrance. Here's the code for the elevator," he said finally, handing Sean a small slip of paper.

Keanu turned, his long, dark coat swirling behind him. He punched the familiar code into the keypad, and assumed the appropriate persona. The doors opened at the second floor, and he slipped into their world almost without notice. Scanning the scene from behind his dark glasses, Keanu quickly located Johnny. There was a blonde man lying on the floor in front of him, and another man he recognized as Bullseye held the man down with one foot. Keanu assumed the man on the floor was Viggo.

A slender woman approached Keanu, rubbing her ample body up against his, hoping to please him. "Not now," a gruff voice spoke, from Keanu's right side. Instantly recognizing the Kumichō, Keanu bowed with sincere respect. "We've missed you, my son."

"Ian," Keanu spoke reverently. "It's been a long time." Keanu had no idea the Kumichō would actually be present. However, he knew he could use this to his advantage.

"What brings you here?" Ian asked.

"Is there a place we can talk, privately?" Keanu asked, and the older man waved his hand over to a secluded corner.

"Have you been observing the situation here tonight?" Keanu asked.

"I only just arrived," Ian answered. "Although I did notice something that I felt required further investigation."

"I'm sure we speak of the same event," Keanu said, his head hanging a bit.

"Is the man wrongly accused?" Ian asked.

"You know of Johnny, of his devious ways. He claims this man has wronged him; whereas the truth is, he's no more than a former lover in the long string of Johnny's conquests. When I arrived, Johnny spoke of demanding the Yubitsume."

"Let us go to find the truth, my son," Ian sighed. Once they neared Johnny, and the man held captive below him, Ian gasped…recognizing Viggo immediately. He moved to push Bullseye away from his hold on Viggo. Turning to Keanu, he instructed, "Take this man from here. Provide him with any aid he requires." Keanu did as he was told, hoisting Viggo up over his shoulder, walking quickly towards the elevator.

Viggo had a moment of consciousness remaining as he lifted his gaze to his liberator. The last thought that crossed his mind was seeing his friend Ian, standing up to Johnny.

Ian turned to Johnny, his eyes fiery with anger. "You have abused your influence here." The room grew still…the very curtains seemed to die on their rods. Ian's voice increased a bit, in order for everyone in the room to hear. "This man is banned from our ranks. He will no longer be accepted as a member of our society."

Turning back to face Johnny, Ian continued in a menacing whisper. "And if you ever show your face here, or to one of my friends, I will make sure you suffer for years."

Ian moved over to where Bullseye stood, defeated. "I know you have felt a blow to your honor, but I release you from your obligation to this man."

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Sean, Karl, and Alexandra made their way through the back of the club. Standing in front of the closed elevator doors, Sean's hand lifted to punch in the code Keanu had given him. Just then, the doors opened. They saw Keanu standing there, Viggo lying limp across his shoulder.

Karl moved quickly, taking the lifeless body gently from Keanu. "We need to leave soon," Keanu said.

"How in the hell did ye get them to let him go?" Sean asked.

"Luck was on our side," Keanu answered. "Ian, their Kumichō, just happened to be there."

Sean couldn't speak. Ian, the local leader of the Japanese mafia. This was just too mind blowing. He got everyone into his car, bid Keanu goodbye, and drove back to Viggo's house. Karl carried Viggo into the house, depositing him gently on his bed. They all looked at Viggo's form, beaten, bruised…and the huge erection protruding from his naked crotch.

"What the fook is that?" Sean asked.

"Um, it looks like…" Alexandra answered, but couldn't finish.

Karl put his arms on her shoulders. "Can you find the kitchen? Make him some hot tea?" Alexandra welcomed the excuse to leave the room. Then he looked at Sean. "I suppose it's up to us to make sure everything's alright."

"It's a fookin' cock ring."

Karl moved to Viggo's side, gingerly lifting the shirt away from his hips. "Wonder how long this has been on him. Oh well…" Karl grasped the ring, as gently as possible, and rolled it completely off Viggo's penis. Almost immediately, a fountain of sperm shot up, dribbling down. It went on for quite some time…Sean and Karl were helpless to do anything but watch.

Once fully spent, Viggo moaned. Apparently the release provided enough incentive for his body to rouse back to consciousness. Sean went quickly to the bathroom to wet a washcloth.

"Karl," Viggo uttered softly. "How's Orlando?"

Sean, just then returning, was amazed that the first words from Viggo would be concern for the dancer.

"Eric's with him, Vig," Karl assured his employer. "You've been through a traumatic few hours. Let's get you examined by a doctor, and we'll get the two of you together as soon as we can."

"But, I need to tell him…"

Sean interrupted Viggo. "Mate, 'e’s just fine. We need to get ye cleaned up an' make sure you don't have a concussion. There's a nasty bump on the back of yer head." Remembering the wet cloth in his hand, Sean gave it to Viggo. "Er, thought ye might be needin' this. How long was that thing on ye?"

"I put it on before I left for the club last night," Viggo said. "You think we'll ever get together?"

"Sooner than ye think," Sean winked. "I've gotta git to the club, so I'll be goin' now." He looked longingly in Karl's direction. "Ye sure yer okay with takin' him to the doc’s?"

"I'll just get you out the front door," Karl responded. He pulled a blanket up to cover Viggo's nakedness before Alexandra returned, then took Sean's hand…leading him to the front of the house. "Thanks for all your help," Karl said softly, wrapping his arms around Sean's neck.

The blonde moved forward quickly, taking Karl's mouth with his own. The need for air driving them apart after a while, Sean managed to mutter, "If I don't leave now, I'll want to stay forever."

"Then stay forever," Karl answered, grinding his erection against Sean's own to emphasize his point.

"I'll be back," he growled, kissing Karl once more, then forcing himself to leave.

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Alexandra returned to the bedroom with tea, finding Viggo awake and lying covered in the bed. "Hey you," she said, amused.

Viggo made to get up, and then realized he was naked from the waist down. "Unfortunately, I can't get up right now." They both laughed.

"If you direct me, I'll retrieve another pair of pants for you," she offered.

Karl made his reappearance as Alexandra handed Viggo a pair of sweat pants. "I'm gonna let you get cleaned up, and then I'm taking you to the doctor's," he said, more of a statement than a question. He and Alexandra left Viggo in privacy to shower and change.

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When Sean arrived at his club, he went immediately to Orlando's dressing room. He chuckled as he found Eric, sitting up, and Orlando, his head in Eric's lap – and them both sound asleep. Moving quietly, Sean made his way over to tap Eric on the shoulder. Fortunately, the man roused virtually inaudibly.

"How's the lad?" Sean whispered.

"He'll be fine. Just worn out from all the emotions he's been through the past week. How'd things go with you?"

"Long story. Viggo's home, Karl's taking him to the doctor’s. He's anxious, though, to see his lover."

"Orlando's anxious as well."

"You bet I am," Orlando spoke as he awoke. "Sean, Eric…take me to see him now!"

Sean spoke up. "Lad, he's got to visit the doctor, be checked out."

"Can I be there, when he gets home?"

Sean was used to Orlando's infectious excitement. "I don't suppose that'd be a problem. How about we get things situated here. Then Eric and I will take you to Viggo's. You can have a nice, long bath while you wait on him."

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Upon his return home, Keanu found Heath still in his bed.

"You're back," Heath said, quietly.

"I told you I would be."

"Viggo safe?"

Keanu nodded. "Those men can be malicious. It just so happened that luck was on our side today."

"I hated when Johnny was working with the Yakuza. I made him promise to stop."

"But he didn't. And ultimately, we have to thank him. For it brought us together." With that, Keanu slid under the covers, his hands sliding over the nakedness of his new lover. "And I don't intend to just 'tell' you I love you. I intend to show you."

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Orlando found Viggo’s bathroom outfitted like that of an exclusive guest hotel…claw foot tub, waxed floorboards…scented soap, velvety thick shampoo…even a plush, terrycloth robe awaiting him on a heated hanger. He buried his face in the material, reveling in the scent that he knew was Viggo's…wanting to memorize it.

He leaned over the tub, turning on the taps. By the time he'd peeled off his clothes, the room was filled with a deliciously-warm steam. He dimmed the lights almost completely, so that only a warm glow remained, and then sank down into the hot water, letting his curls spread out free…as if he were Ophelia drowning in the famous stream after Hamlet's rejection.

But he had not been rejected. And soon, he would see his lover.

As he floated in the warm wetness, Orlando thought of Viggo…his hands straying downward. He reached between his legs, grasping the handle of the Aneros, moving the inner head of it across his prostate. He shuddered with the sensation, but would not bring himself to orgasm…no, he saved that for Viggo.

He stood, feet still plashing about in knee-deep suds, and reached for a large towel. He ran it against his head roughly, tossing his hair forward and backward…loving the feeling of being naked. When he was dry and squeaky clean and all buffed down, it seemed a shame to cover his comfort. So he padded along the hardwood floor into Viggo's bedroom. The nipple clamps/chain and Viggo's ring were on the nightstand beside the bed. He slid underneath the covers…and promptly fell asleep.

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Viggo entered his bedroom with an armload of yellow roses…the flowers moist and perfect beneath the dim fluorescent light…Viggo's eyes wet with love. He stood there looking at Orlando's profile, deep against the ecru cotton cover of the down pillow…dark lashes and eyebrows surprisingly distinct. Very much a man, yet the beautiful embodiment of perfection. Viggo studied the luscious, long feast of Orlando's neck…nibbleable, lickable, kissable. He wanted to become intimate with every vein, sinew, and tendon; to map each inch of skin, both visible and hidden beneath the sheet. Viggo watched motionless. He was afraid to move at all…afraid to breathe.

Orlando roused, something in him making him aware of a presence. His lashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes to find Viggo standing at the side of the bed. He started to sit up. "Are you all right?"

Viggo stilled him, willing him to lie back down. "I've been waiting all my life to love you," he whispered. "All that time, I was dreaming of you."

Holding his arms out to beckon his lover, Orlando purred, "Come here to me, love."

Viggo quickly laid the mass of roses on the dresser to his side, then knelt at the side of the bed…his hands moving up to frame Orlando's face.

"I thought I'd lost you," Orlando murmured.

"Never again," Viggo whispered, moving to close the distance between their lips. "I want to lose myself in you."

Gently, tenderly…Viggo's lips fluttered lightly across Orlando's. His eyes, bright azure now with longing, remained open to take in the beauty of his lover's skin. Viggo's lips tripped down off the corner of Orlando's mouth, over his lightly-stubbled chin, delving further to explore his edible neck. Orlando turned his head a bit, offering the expanse of skin to his lover. "Your scent," Viggo purred against Orlando's neck. "So…fucking…good…"

Orlando felt like one giant, throbbing nerve. The vibrations from Viggo speaking passed completely through his body…surrounding his swollen cock with an aura of arousal. As he twisted and squirmed under Viggo's tumultuously-slow perusal of his body, the Aneros wriggled more and more within him. Viggo's lips moved down his chest, only slightly increasing pressure to momentarily capture a distended brown bud.

"Fuck, love," Orlando murmured, trying to pull Viggo up onto the bed with him.

"Patience, baby. The first time we were together…" lick…"was so rushed…" nip…"so hurried…"

As Viggo's mouth moved over to take the other nipple, Orlando grabbed his head with his hands. "Viggo, love, I need to tell you something."

Viggo's eyes widened. All sorts of horrific things came to mind…he couldn't for the life of him understand why Orlando was stopping him. So he backed up a little, his arms folding on the bed beside Orlando.

Orlando fixed his gaze on his lover's eyes, then lowered the covers to completely reveal his nakedness. His cock was already hard, rising up from his bare, shaven pelvis. Taking one of Viggo's hands, he guided it between his open legs…until Viggo's fingertips came in contact with the handle of the Aneros. He saw Viggo's eyes dart quickly downward.

"I haven't removed it…yet," Orlando said softly. "And I'm so…close…"

"Oh my God, baby," Viggo said, climbing up on the bed between Orlando's legs. "I didn't know." Viggo couldn't resist lowering his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide over the smooth head of Orlando's cock, dipping into the slit that already oozed precum. "I bought it, long ago," Viggo muttered, his tongue licking around the ridge now…completely around until he reached the indentation on the underside. "…when I loved you even though I didn't know you yet..."

Orlando could feel Viggo's breath, hot, between his legs as his lover's tongue followed the veined trail along the underside of his penis. He lifted his hips up, a bit, enhancing access.

Without moving his gaze, Viggo reached over and slid a pillow under Orlando's hips…then continued his oral inspection. He loved the feel of Orlando's naked, shaved skin against his tongue…his ability to taste the musky flesh. "You did this…for me?" Viggo asked, his lips tickling against Orlando's balls as he spoke.

"Yesssss," Orlando hissed, feeling incapable of any speech at all by this point. His hands wove through the older man's hair, gently encouraging Viggo's assessment of his wares.

Viggo continued licking along the flat plane of Orlando's perineum, flicking his tongue back and forth across the tab of the device that rested there. The mews and squeals of the younger man in response to his sensual irritation only served to urge Viggo to continue.

Orlando fisted Viggo's hair between his fingers, pulling and pushing, mindlessly overwhelmed with sensation. He screamed out loud when Viggo's tongue traced the wrinkled circumference of his hole, lapping up against the device inserted there. "Fuck it, Viggo…I need…you…in me…" Using his tongue, Viggo manipulated the Aneros until it slipped free from Orlando…letting it fall beside them on the bed. Orlando pulled tightly on his lover's hair, urging the older man up to claim his mouth. "What a fucking brilliant tongue you have," Orlando muttered, the words spilling into Viggo's mouth.

Viggo pulled back, reluctantly. Orlando could barely focus in his state of arousal. But as Viggo moved to leave the bed, Orlando protested. Viggo put his finger to Orlando's lips. "Need lube." He returned quickly, only to have the vial taken from his hands.

"Let me, please love," Orlando pleaded, his lips pursed into an enticing pout that Viggo couldn't resist. He laid back on the bed, shivering in anticipation of feeling Orlando's hands on him. And he was not disappointed, not in the least. Orlando's hands were warm and wet, covering the thick shaft with lubrication, expertly manipulating the flesh around the blood-engorged rod within.

"Fuck, baby…come fuckin' ride me now," Viggo cried urgently, trying to hold out until he could feel himself fully buried inside his lover.

Orlando leaned over…his wicked, sexy eyes reminding Viggo of that first night. "That sounds so fucking good coming out of your mouth, love," he said, his voice smoldering as he lowered his hips. Viggo's head pressed up against the furrowed entrance. "Come on, love," he taunted. "Fuck me good and hard."

"Damned tease," Viggo swore, entering the younger man in one thrust. Once buried balls-deep, he froze, realizing they hadn't prepared Orlando at all. He reached up, and took Orlando's face in his hands. "You ok?"

Orlando nodded. "I guess your gift readied me for you. It burns like hell, but you feel so good, love," Orlando replied, trying to move his hips, adjusting himself to Viggo's girth. "Now let me move so I can ride you." Viggo answered him by pulling out and thrusting back inside again quickly. Orlando's hands moved to steady himself against Viggo's chest, his fingertips moving against the hardened nipples buried in patches of chest hair. "Oh, yeah," Orlando said, his head back and eyes closed in the ecstasy of the moment. "Feels…so…fucking…good…"

Aware that he was close to the edge, Viggo reached up, wrapping his fingers around Orlando's cock, fisting him in time with their own movements. "Gonna cum…baby," Viggo managed, breathing heavily. He realized this culmination was something he'd dreamed of, even before he'd met Orlando. So when his balls tightened up, close to his body, and he exploded deep within his chasm, Viggo knew it wouldn't have been right with anyone but Orlando.

Feeling his lover's orgasm filling him, Orlando let go as well…his essence spilling out over Viggo's hand. As Viggo slipped out of him, Orlando took his hand and licked it clean…holding it close to his chest as he snuggled up to the older man. Viggo wrapped his arms around Orlando…who lay almost completely on top of him…their legs entangled.

"Amazing," Orlando breathed, his sigh tickling Viggo's chest hairs.

"You could say that again," Viggo responded.

"Don't ever leave me," Orlando said, lifting his head to look at Viggo.

"Well, I can't…not yet. We have some unfinished business to attend to," Viggo said, his blue eyes crinkling with mirth. Orlando looked puzzled, so Viggo continued. "I believe I paid for a lap dance."

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Keanu's eyes fluttered…his senses roused by a familiar sound. As he became more conscious, he realized his cell phone was ringing…and that there was a warm body draped across him. He looked around, spying his black jeans hanging from the bedpost by his head…and found he was just able to snag them with his fingertips without disturbing his lover's sleep. Quickly retrieving the phone from a pocket, he flipped it open and pushed the button to answer it.

"Jaysus, lad," Sean said, realizing he'd woken his employee.

"No worries, Sean," Keanu responded, keeping his voice down. "But I'll have to keep it quiet, ‘cause Heath's still asleep…here." The way he spoke his lover's name was warm and casual.

Sean chuckled a bit. "Anyhow, Karl and I were talking. That bastard Johnny's not going to give up so easily. I think we need to come up with a more 'permanent' solution."

"You're talking about messing with a former Yakuza, Sean."

"Don't yeh think I fookin' know that?" The anger flared in him beautifully and fully, and then he shook his head as if he knew how to deal with such fury. But anger was far too intoxicating. It's fun at first…like squishing your bare feet into a puddle that's turned to mud at the bottom…until you realize that in your play you've sunk down into the pit of it and are up to your ankles in mud. The suction's so great, you can't withdraw your feet. And then it's just frightening.

Keanu could feel the rage seething through the connection between them. He also sensed Sean working to regain control of himself…thinking through the infuriation. When he felt the tension subsiding, he finally spoke. "What can I do to help?"

Sean had already thought things through, already dealt with his own inner demons. "I want you to put me in contact with Ian."

"IAN?" Keanu shouted, quickly quieting himself as Heath began to rouse. "For God's sake, Sean. Why?"

"Perhaps I need to bring you up to speed on a few things. Viggo and Ian are business partners. Ian was with Viggo the night he met Orlando. But I highly doubt Viggo had any clue that Ian was connected with the Japanese mafia." Sean could almost hear Keanu's jaw drop as he spoke.

"That would explain," Keanu said, examining the information Sean gave him, "why Ian was so eager to get Viggo out quickly. He 'knew' him."

"I think Ian will help us," Sean said, wondering how their meeting would go…after the intimacies the two men had shared. He'd decided not to tell Keanu that part.

"I'll find him. We can go talk to him later this morning," Keanu said, now more confident in contacting the Kumichō of the Yakuza.

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