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Title: The Way You Look Tonight
Author: soar38
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Warnings: None, unless you're diabetic.
Beta: mesnicaThanks so much Mo, you really made a difference.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to pyleanelf because this stopped me from writing more mpreg, to niennas_dreams who, although she doesn't get online very often, is still my gwathel, and to matan4il who I just want to make smile.
Summary: A few moments forever frozen in time for Viggo. Songfic, based on Michael Buble's version of the song The Way You Look Tonight.

Some day, when I'm awfully low,

Viggo sighed loudly and walked from the open kitchen area further into his large den, carrying his hot mug of coffee with him. An open fire crackled and popped as flames devoured the wood that Viggo had cut up himself, last time he'd been up at the ranch. He knew he could have purchased the wood already chopped and ready for the fire, but he found the physical labour therapeutic, as though the sweat that escaped his body was also carrying with it the pollution of the city and the stink of corporate media. It was cleansing, and it was why he came up to the ranch as often as he could between projects. It always felt like home to him.

But something was different about today. He'd woken up feeling a strange sense of melancholy. A longing for something, but he didn't know what.

With another loud sigh, he walked over to the inviting window seat, covered in a hand stitched throw, large cushions placed at either end.

When the world is cold,

Snow fell in big, fluffy chunks past the large, north facing window as Viggo looked out into the 'front yard' of his private ranch retreat. Winter had come early this year and the snow had been falling consistently since last night, covering the countryside in a blanket of white, painting a picture of purity that touched a place in even the coldest of hearts.

Loud shrieks suddenly pierced the hushed winter silence and Viggo's gaze shifted to the right as two figures stumbled into view. Wrapped against winter's chill, the two figures were unidentifiable at first, then Viggo noticed one was slightly shorter and heavier in build than the other, and he was able to tell his son and Orlando apart. They laughed and whooped loudly as they bent and gathered snow into gloved hands, moulding the soft substance into a harder missile before throwing them, with varying degrees of accuracy, at one another.

Viggo watched as Orlando paused for a moment and turned toward the window, noticing the solitary figure watching from within.

"Viggo," he called out loudly enough to alert the next town over to his presence. "Viggo, come outside, man," he demanded.

Viggo noticed a sudden blur of motion headed towards the oblivious young man and he felt a laugh erupt from his belly as Orlando stood there, stunned, snow melting and falling off the side of his face, making him shudder as some of the freezing liquid crept under the collar of his coat.

On impulse, Viggo finished his coffee and went out to the mud room, where his own winter clothing was kept. He pulled a heavy waterproof coat on over his woollen sweater and then yanked on his boots. Viggo placed his gloves on last, ignoring the hat and scarf that rested on hooks, and then turned, opened the door, and stepped outside.

I will feel a glow just thinking of you...

He'd crept around the side of the house, gathering his own snowballs as he went, and then, once he had his targets in sight, he leapt out with a loud declaration of war and threw both his missiles in quick succession. His victims were not stunned for long though, and Viggo ran quickly, seeking cover as the two former combatants decided to join forces against him.

He ran off towards the barn, hoping to reach it with enough time to find cover and restock his arsenal. His pursuers were faster, though, and without warning, Viggo found himself flying through the air and landing with a dull thud into a soft pile of snow that had gathered overnight. Viggo laughed breathlessly, looked up to see who had managed to corner him, and met dancing brown orbs.

"Gotcha," Orlando said with satisfaction.

Viggo was about to laugh again, but his breath caught suddenly as Orlando's gaze veered away from his eyes and fell to his parted lips. The moment seemed to stretch forever as Viggo and Orlando stared at one another, then, almost painfully slowly, Orlando's head dipped down, Viggo's stretched up... and their lips met for the first time.

The kiss didn't last long as Henry's loud bellows signalled his approach and, with reluctance, Orlando rose from his position atop Viggo before moving away a few paces, but for the first time that day, Viggo finally felt the melancholy lift, and he wondered if maybe he'd just found that ephemeral thing he'd been missing.

And the way you look tonight.

They'd played outside for a little longer, but the tone of the play had changed, although Henry seemed to remain oblivious. Orlando and Viggo kept sharing little glances, even as they threw snowballs at one another and Henry. Small, secretive smiles would hover about their lips, and the cold that had begun to seep into their bones before now seemed so much more distant.

Eventually, it was Henry who called a ceasefire and with warm smiles and light hearts, they retreated back into the warmth that Viggo's home provided. They stood together in the mud room, stamping their boots to shake the snow free, pulling off their coats and gloves, and hanging them on the hooks provided. Henry did not wait long, instead pushing past his father and into the kitchen to grab himself a soda and turning on the coffee machine for his father and Orlando.

Viggo turned to Orlando, a warm smile on his lips. He reached up and gently pulled off the snow covered woolly hat that Orlando wore. He dropped the sodden garment onto the bench under the coat rack, then let his fingers work loosely through Orlando's chocolate coloured curls, allowing the hair to spring back after being confined for so long. The younger man just stared at him in silence, letting Viggo's fingers wander as they pleased, alternately stroking and tugging gently, until they finally settled, cupping the back of his skull. Viggo stepped forward and used his hands to guide Orlando's head towards his own... and their lips met for a second time.

"Be mine," Viggo said softly against Orlando's mouth.

"Always," Orlando breathed his response.

After an evening spent touching lightly, and kissing, and talking about all the things that mattered, driving Henry from the room with teenage disgust, they realised that they’d been flirting around one another for years. As they lay in Viggo's bed that night, their bodies tangled together with the traces of their spent passion mingling where their skin met, Viggo rested on his side, looking down upon a drowsy Orlando. The moon shone through the open curtains, through the patterned net, casting an assortment of patterns over Orlando’s skin where he was exposed to lunar glow. Viggo took a mental picture of this perfect moment, the soft flush of a heat only recently satiated still gracing the younger man’s features, his lips swollen from Viggo’s caresses, and a look of deep contentment in his eyes as he gazed back at Viggo.

Viggo would always remember the way Orlando looked tonight.

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Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm

Viggo sighed loudly in contentment, wriggling slightly, and allowing the sand beneath his towel to mould more comfortably around his body. He was lying beneath a large, pink parasol, Dominic's idea no doubt, enjoying the day. The beach that Dominic had brought them to was private and quite secluded, no chance of the paparazzi being able to get anywhere near them without being seen first.

He'd arrived two days ago to spend some time with Dominic and to meet the new love of Dom's life, Evangeline. Viggo found her to be a very pleasant and composed young lady, perfect for Dom, able to calm his more restless soul, but her presence made Viggo glad that he wasn't alone either. Henry had flown out with him to enjoy some time in Hawaii and last night, Orlando had arrived.

Laughter broke his solitude and with a small smile of amusement, Viggo looked up at the figure that stood before him, water dripping from his lean frame, his features cast into shadow by the sun behind him. Then the figure moved, dropping down at Viggo's side with a loud whoomph of air. Viggo felt a few droplets of sea water splash against his bare skin, but didn't bother to wipe them away, the heat of the day would dry them soon enough.

"Having a good time?" he enquired with a small grin.

The figure replied with his own grin and quickly darted forward to place a wet kiss against Viggo's mouth.

"Fantastic. I can't believe you're still not over New Zealand, though. I bet Henry would think you're really cool if you got out there," Orlando said, his gaze tracking back out to the ocean, watching the antics of his friends.

Viggo snorted wryly. "I doubt that. I think the sight of his father attempting to be hip and trendy and winding up with another black eye would endanger his life. He'd probably fall off his board, laughing hysterically, and drown," Viggo explained at Orlando's quizzical look.

A small burst of laughter escaped the younger man. "Don't worry, Vig, you'll always be cool to me," he said and smiled sweetly at the older man. Then he began wriggling against Viggo until the older man raised one arm and allowed Orlando to snuggle into his side, his arm dropping around Orlando's warm body and holding him close.

And your cheeks so soft,

It was still quite early when Henry and Viggo returned to Dom's place. Henry had reluctantly allowed his father to go to the local bakery, his face a mixture of amused patience and a young person's sensitivity to appearances. Obviously, Viggo's pyjamas were not the height of fashion, but Viggo hadn't cared. He'd gotten out of bed whilst the sun was only just beginning its daily passage through the sky, and found himself surprised to find Henry still up, until he'd learned that Henry hadn't actually gone to bed yet.

Viggo had thought that fresh pastries and coffee would be nice for breakfast, and after deciding that when he returned, he'd be climbing back into bed, pulled out the pyjamas that Orlando had brought for him for when he was in company and unable to wander around as naked as he pleased.

Orlando had declared that the pyjamas were essential for other people's sakes, joking that one sight of his wrinkly old body would traumatise anyone, but Viggo was more certain that it was because Orlando worried that if anyone got a good look at Viggo's body, they'd want him for themselves, and Orlando could be a very jealous young man when the mood struck.

So, Henry and he had made their way out to a small, nearby shopping centre and found a bakery that was open, the delicious smells making both their stomachs rumble. Viggo had spotted the paparazzi photographer as soon as the other man appeared, but he ignored the photo journalist, instead making his purchases and leaving, Henry wandering along at his side.

When they got home, Viggo took enough of the coffee and pastries to share with his lover before leaving Henry to retire to bed with his own breakfast, and leaving enough pastries on the sideboard for Dom and Evie.

Closing the bedroom door behind him, Viggo carried his breakfast over and deposited it on the bedside table, then he shed his pyjamas, throwing them onto a nearby chair, and walked over to the large French windows that opened onto a sea view. The day was already beginning to warm and a cool breeze pushed the net curtains inwards, making them brush against Viggo's body.

A rustling from behind had him turning to face his lover. Orlando’s lay on his belly, but his face was turned towards the window, his expression a picture of innocent slumber, but he had felt the breeze ghost across his exposed skin, pulling him slightly from his sweet dreams. His slight movement had shifted the sheet, which had already gathered low on his hips, and now exposed the smooth curve of one tanned buttock.

With a wicked grin, Viggo walked back to the bed and knelt down at Orlando's side. Watching his lover's reactions, Viggo gently tugged on the cloth until it fell past Orlando's waist and instead gathered across the tops of his thighs. He felt his body stir in idle interest as he looked upon the sleeping form of his lover. Without a thought, Viggo’s hand reached out and gently stroked the smooth skin of Orlando’s ass, the soft cheeks warm beneath his touch. Orlando stirred from his slumber and opened drowsy eyes before focusing on the older man knelt at the side of the bed.

“Vig?” he murmured enquiringly.

There is nothing for me but to love you,

Without responding, Viggo crawled onto the bed behind Orlando and spooned his body up against the younger man. The head of his hardening cock nestled itself between Orlando’s peachy globes, searching for its ultimate goal. Viggo’s lips found themselves tasting the salty skin of Orlando’s neck, making the younger man moan in response and instinctively push his hips back against Viggo.

One of Viggo’s arms slipped beneath Orlando, encircling the younger man’s waist possessively, fingers just brushing the head of Orlando’s cock as it grew along with Orlando’s passion. Viggo’s free hand wandered down Orlando’s body, caressing every piece of flesh it encountered, until it reach Orlando’s ass. His fingers slipped into the crevice concealing Orlando’s most private place, before finding the furled opening that spasmed against his tickling touch. Orlando’s body still bore the slippery feel of the oil they’d used only a few hours previously.

“Can you take me, baby?” Viggo murmured against Orlando’s ear.

“Yessssss!” Orlando’s response was a long hiss of drawn out pleasure as Viggo’s fingers teased him mercilessly.

Viggo’s fingers withdrew and Orlando moaned in disappointment as the older man’s body twisted away from him. He didn’t have to wait for long though, as Viggo’s returned after a few moments, his hand slick with more of the scented oil they both favoured.

“Don’t use too much, just slick yourself up,” Orlando commanded breathlessly. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

Viggo didn’t disagree, swiftly running his slippery fingers over his aching cock a few times to sufficiently lubricate himself. He shuffled down a little bit and urged Orlando to lift his thigh up, guiding the limb up onto his own thigh, opening Orlando up for him. His hand grasped one of Orlando’s cheeks and gently pulled, allowing the head of his cock to slide inside Orlando’s crack. They both sighed as Viggo’s heated flesh brushed against the younger man’s opening.

Orlando’s hand joined Viggo’s on his ass, holding himself open and allowing the older man to use his hand to guide his cock into heaven. Viggo’s first push forwards was torturous to both men and Orlando’s heat gave way slowly before Viggo’s dominance. When Viggo finally slid all the way home, they both paused for a moment, only the sound of their heavy breaths breaking the early morning silence. Their hands now free, entwined, and in a slow movement Viggo pulled back a little way before just as slowly pushing back in again. He wanted to take his time, wanted to savour each moment with Orlando like this.

“I love you,” he said to punctuate another lazy thrust.

Orlando moaned. “Love you,” he mumbled in response.

They lay like that for what seemed like forever, Viggo alternately filling and escaping Orlando’s body, driving the younger man slowly wild with frustration as his passion built beyond the pace that Viggo was holding them to.

“Need more,” Orlando gasped, trying futilely to slam his hips backwards and take in more of his lover.

Viggo said nothing, but he also refused to increase their pace. He did have some pity on Orlando though and he moved their joined hands until they were encircling Orlando’s own heated flesh, stroking up and down in a lazy pace that complemented Viggo’s thrusts.

As if the moment had been written for them, the sun suddenly appeared to fill the room as it continued its slow climb through the sky. The light, suddenly dazzling them, seemed to trigger their bodies and with a load groan, Orlando came, his body jerking and shuddering in Viggo’s arms, his cock spurting long, milky jets that spilt over the sheets. Orlando’s body gripped Viggo’s cock in convulsive spasms which drove the older man over the edge and he half groaned, half growled as his own seed painted Orlando’s body from the inside.

Viggo pressed a soft kiss against the nape of Orlando’s neck, thanking the younger man for the gift of his love and his body.

And the way you look tonight.

Gently, Viggo pulled free of Orlando’s pliant body. He shuffled back a bit and then pulled Orlando onto his back. He urged Orlando to spread his thighs and then climbed over the younger man’s legs until he was sat in the space between two limber thighs. He gently let his fingers stroke Orlando’s sated cock, enjoying the feel of Orlando sticky essence on his skin. His fingers paused for a moment in the dark hair that curled around Orlando’s cock, tangling in the coarse hair before moving on.

His hands moved to Orlando’s ass and carefully pulled the soft cheeks apart, exposing Orlando’s hole. Orlando shuddered lazily as a cool breeze drifted across his opening and he felt it convulse slightly before more of Viggo’s seed escaped him, trickling down the crack of his butt, marking him.

Above him, Viggo growled in satisfaction. “Mine,” he stated with eyes that managed to look both awe struck and possessive at the same time. One hand circled the puckered hole, encouraging it to spasm and spill more of Viggo’s essence, allowing Viggo to see how thoroughly he’d painted Orlando with his scent. His mind took a mental picture, committing to memory to image of Orlando, ravished and cherished, taken and adored, marked and open and Viggo’s.

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With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...

Viggo paused halfway down the stairs, his bare feet making no sound on the smooth, wood surface. He heard voices coming from the kitchen, recognising Orlando and Orlando's mother, although he couldn't make out what they were saying. Their tone was not difficult to decipher though. Orlando was upset. Moving cautiously forward, Viggo continued down the stairs and began to approach the kitchen, not wanting to interrupt the conversation, yet not willing to have his lover further upset.

"I'm sure Viggo is a very nice man," Sonia was saying, "but he isn't necessarily the one for you."

Viggo froze now, just outside the half closed door. He waited with bated breath to hear Orlando's response.

"Mom, we've had this conversation before. I love Viggo and Viggo loves me. That will just have to be enough for you. Why can't you just be happy for me?" Orlando asked, his frustration evident in the tight voice.

Viggo heard movement inside the kitchen and held his breath. "I am happy for you, love, but it's just... he's so much older than you, I don't want you throwing away your youth on him. There's so much for you to see and do, you've always been so excited about the world and lately... you've just seemed so much quieter."

Viggo's heart clenched tightly. Viggo already spent an unhealthy amount of time wondering whether his relationship with Orlando was good for the younger man.

Inside the kitchen, Orlando laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, mom. If I've been quiet it's because I'm happier and more content than I've ever been. It's like... ever since the accident, I've been searching for something... trying to make sure I still feel alive, but I don't need that with Viggo, his presence is enough. He makes me feel more alive than any bungee jump could. He makes me feel safe and warm. He's the light in my darkness. He's always there for me, no matter what, and he makes me feel loved, and cherished, and wanted, and special." Orlando paused for a moment and Viggo took the opportunity to swallow past the lump in his throat, blinking to clear his watery vision.

"The age thing has never been an issue between us," Orlando continued. "At least, not for me. I know Viggo thinks about it sometimes, but seriously, mom, sometimes he's even more of a big kid than I am. When I was younger, I used to wonder what sort of person I'd spend the rest of my life with, and how I'd know they were the one."

"How do you know Viggo is the one then?" Sonia asked and her voice was unsteady and thick with tears.

Orlando laughed again, a sound that brought a smile to everyone listening. "Viggo's the one because it hurts. I feel real, physical pain when I imagine not being with him, when we're apart for too long, and when I think about being old and wrinkly and he's not there at my side."

As silently as he'd come, Viggo left, his heart filled to bursting with love.

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

"What's all this in aid of?" Orlando asked in bemusement as he walked into the dining room.

The table had been set with a pretty table cloth and Viggo's best china. Candles gently illuminated the room and soft music played in the background.

"Okay," he said with narrowed eyes. "What have you done, Viggo?"

Viggo smiled but there was a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. "Nothing... yet."

With a gentlemanly flourish, Viggo guided Orlando to his seat, pulling the younger man's chair out for him and making sure he was comfortable before taking his own. He then picked up a small bell that sat on the table and rang it. Orlando turned around in startled bemusement as the kitchen door opened and in walked Henry, dressed perfectly as a waiter and carrying two steaming bowls. Orlando quickly turned back to look at Viggo, but the older man was giving nothing away.

Henry carefully approached the table. He placed the two bowls down in front of Orlando and Viggo and Orlando was quick to notice that the minestrone soup was one of his favourites, especially when cooked by Viggo who, for the entire time that Orlando had known Viggo, had tweaked at the dish until one time, when Orlando had declared it perfect, he’d stopped.

Henry quickly departed, but returned just as quickly, this time carrying an open bottle of wine.

"Would Sir care for some wine?" he intoned with all the seriousness he could muster.

Orlando, bemused and bewildered, could only nod his agreement. Henry poured the wine, first into Orlando's glass and then Viggo's. He left the bottle in a cooler and then retreated back to the kitchen.

"Viggo, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Orlando asked.

"Why does anything have to be going on?" Viggo responded, arching an eyebrow. "Why can't I just enjoy a pleasant meal with my lover? It's not like we can do it in a proper restaurant like this," Viggo commented, but there was no heat in his statement, both had agreed from the outset that for the time being this was the way things would have to be.

"Fine," Orlando said, but without any anger. He was keenly suspicious of Viggo's motives, but happy enough to enjoy both the meal and the company of his lover.

They talked quietly through their dinner, never touching too deeply on one subject, but making small talk with the ease of long time lovers, barely aware of Henry clearing away dishes and bringing out the following courses. Viggo's pièce de résistance was a Baked Alaska, sparkles fizzing brightly and making the shadows dance in an excited fashion. Orlando stared at the dessert in delight, but then his attention was turned back to Viggo as the older man rose from his seat. Viggo moved closer to him and then dropped to one knee, before taking Orlando's left hand in his own. His right hand reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small pouch.

"Viggo..." Orlando began, but abruptly stopped as Viggo pulled a ring from within the pouch.

"Orlando, you make me feel alive, you make me feel wanted, and cherished, and safe and loved, and special. You're the light in my darkness, too," he said, his gaze meeting Orlando's.

Orlando pulled in a surprised gasp. "You heard..." he realised.

Viggo nodded. "Enough to know that it kills me to think of being old without you by my side as well. Enough to want to make sure that never happens," he declared. He held the ring out to Orlando. "Enough to want you to be mine for all time, as I will be yours. Is it enough for you?"

Orlando's liquid gaze enveloped him in heat. "Yes," the younger man said. "Yes", he repeated again, a laugh wrinkling his nose and forehead in pleasure.

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Lovely ... Never, ever change.

"Viggo," Orlando called. "It's time to go."

"Do I have to?" Viggo asked in a plaintive tone as Orlando stepped into the living room and walked over to his older lover, who was seated in a comfy old armchair placed near the fire, facing the window.

Orlando laughed, a rich sound which warmed Viggo's body and soul at the same time.

"Yes, you do. You know Henry has been planning this for months. You wouldn't want to disappoint him, or your grandchildren."

"Our grandchildren," Viggo corrected softly.

It had taken a long time for Orlando to accept that Henry was perfectly happy for his children to have three grandfathers and two grandmothers, but the younger man still had moments of self-doubt, when he wondered at his role in Viggo's life. He never betrayed that fact when the children were here though. It was obvious to all that he loved both Henry's children and Henry himself as if he'd been the younger man's own father, and Viggo loved to watch them all interact, grateful to fate that the most important people in his life loved each other as much as he loved them.

Orlando was standing in front of him now, looking down at him with a small smile tugging at his lips and one eyebrow arched, telling Viggo wordlessly to move his wrinkly old butt.

Viggo sighed, then extended both arms out towards the younger man. "You'll have to help me up," he said.

Orlando took Viggo's arms and in a graceful gesture eased the older man up onto his feet, his face betraying no sign of strain even though Orlando was no longer the spry young man he'd been when he and Viggo had first met. Orlando leaned forward and pressed a swift kiss on Viggo's lips.

"Come on then, old man," he said cheekily and turned, offering his arm to his partner and escorting them both out of the house and to the limo that was awaiting them.

Keep that breathless charm.

Although the party had been planned with his reluctant agreement, Viggo was still surprised by the number of people who'd turned up to help him celebrate his 70th birthday. With Orlando attached firmly to his side, they entered the large room and began to circulate. Viggo no longer had much in the way of stamina, the years of pushing his body to extremes for crazy stunts had worn down many of his joints, and Orlando was always quick to spot when he was tiring, so Viggo gratefully accepted Orlando's assistance in getting to a chair that had been set aside for him. Henry appeared at his side moments later.

"Hey, dad," the younger man said, bending down and placing a kiss on Viggo's forehead. He placed a pitcher and frosted glass on the table and shot his father a grin. "Here you go, better make it last. Orlando said that's your limit for tonight."

Viggo grumbled slightly under his breath, but inside he was grateful to both his son and lover for the care they took in looking after his needs. He'd gone through a difficult stage some years ago, almost alienating everyone he loved with his inability to accept the growing assistance he required to get around.

For one heart stopping moment he'd thought Orlando was leaving him for good when he walked in on the younger man packing. He'd realised instantly just what he would be losing and he'd begged piteously for Orlando to stay, to never leave him. Orlando had stopped and looked at him strangely for a moment before a sad smile had crossed his face.

"I won't ever leave you, Vig," he'd said and crossed the room to take his weeping lover into his arms. "Things can't go on like they have been though. I thought we could do with some time away, time just to ourselves without any phones or fax machines. I thought we could go up to the ranch for a week and talk." Orlando had pulled away enough for him to look Viggo in the face. "I love you, Vig, that will never change, but lately I've felt that you don't look at me as an equal partner in our relationship."

Viggo had been shocked. "I do... I..."

"But you never let me help you," Orlando said softly. "You refuse any assistance I offer and that hurts me, Viggo, that you don't trust me enough to look after you like you look after me."

Viggo had hung his head in shame then, new tears escaping his swollen eyes. Gentle arms rubbed soothing circles on his back and after a moment, Viggo could raise his head and meet Orlando's gaze once more. "I'm sorry," he offered. "I've been a selfish bastard. It's not that I don't trust you... I think it's that I don't want to admit that I'm getting old, that there are things I can't do anymore. That I might not be enough for you anymore."

Orlando had grinned then and pulled Viggo in for a long, sensual kiss that left both men gasping for air. "Old man, you're more than enough for me," he'd said and Viggo had felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

He was brought back to the present as his lover's laughter filled the room. Viggo's eyes instantly sought out his partner, finding him surrounded by a group of people, and he smiled to himself as he saw how enthralled they were by Orlando. Orlando had always been able to charm anyone he encountered. Hollywood had always loved him, his fans adored him, even the paparazzi seemed unnaturally fond of him, but no one loved the younger man like Viggo did. Viggo’d had no defence against Orlando's breathless charm and before he knew it, he'd been in love and fortunately, for Viggo's sake, that love had been returned.

Won't you please arrange it?

Viggo sat in quiet contentment. His family and friends were enjoying themselves and the love of his life sat beside him, their hands entwined.

"Viggo," Orlando said suddenly. Viggo turned and looked at him enquiringly, his curiosity roused as he watched Orlando's teeth worry at his lower lip. "I've been thinking..."

"Oh, oh, we're all in trouble now," Viggo joked, pleased to see Orlando's expression tighten.

"Viggo, I'm trying to be serious here," the younger man said, using their combined hands to thump Viggo's thigh.

"I'm sorry," Viggo said but his words of penitence didn't quite hold the required sincerity whilst his eyes were twinkling mischievously and Orlando grinned at him.

"I've been thinking..." he began again. "I'd like us to move up to the ranch."

Viggo frowned quizzically. "For how long? I mean, I know you don't have any movies in the pipeline at the moment, but I'm sure you've got a few scripts you're interested in."

"I want to move up there permanently, Viggo," Orlando said firmly. "I've been thinking more and more about retirement. Don't get me wrong, I love movies, I love making them, but I don't want to do it at the expense of not spending time with you and our family. I thought that maybe I'd make a film every once in a while if something interesting came my way, but what I really want is for us to move up to the ranch and just be together. Just be Viggo and Orlando, just be us."

Viggo nodded slowly. He knew from Orlando's expression that the younger man had indeed thought carefully about it. He couldn't imagine Hollywood accepting Orlando wanting to retire completely. As Orlando had entered his mid thirties, Hollywood had finally uncovered its eyes to what a brilliant character they had in Orlando, and he’d been highly sought, and just as highly rewarded ever since, even after coming out, but Viggo's own interest in Hollywood had waned some time ago and if this was what Orlando wanted, then it was what he wanted too.

"We can move up there in the Fall if you like," he offered and Orlando smiled, his grin lighting up his face.

Viggo's breath caught. Even in his early fifties, Orlando was a beautiful man. "Come on, Mr Bloom, I want to dance with you," he said and he pushed himself up to his feet, offering his hand to his lover. Orlando grinned and took it, standing up and following Viggo onto the dance floor.

'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.

As if by magic the music changed, the pace slowing and the mood becoming more intimate, even in this crowd of over a hundred people. Viggo's arms went around Orlando's still slim body, his hands settling comfortably on the younger man's ass, instinctively squeezing slightly to prove his claim to the younger man.

"Thinking you're gonna get lucky tonight, Mr Mortensen," Orlando said cheekily into Viggo's ear, his own arms holding tightly onto Viggo's shoulders.

"Thinking I've been pretty lucky ever since I met you," Viggo responded lightly. "What do you think my chances are?" He squeezed Orlando's ass again, pulling the younger man's pelvis tightly against his own.

"Thinking your chances are looking pretty good at the moment," Orlando whispered, his voice catching as he felt the stirring in Viggo's groin. "There's still life in the old boy yet," he continued, laughing lightly.

"He'd be happy to show you just how much life," Viggo growled, his hips pushing forward again in a remembered dance.

Orlando giggled, his head thrown back in delight and Viggo froze that moment in time, sealing the picture of Orlando's delight away in his mind to warm him on the coldest nights.

As the song came to its climax, Viggo looked at Orlando, catching his gaze, and sang along with his heart in his eyes.

"Cause I love you... Just the way you look tonight."

Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.

The End.