Photograghic Memory

Title: Photographic Memory
W/C: 1968
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I don't own the people or the characters. I make no claims about their sexuality or lifestyles. No profit made. Fake, false, a figment of my abused imagination.reality.

Chapter 14
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Viggo paused at the front door to check the lock, then led Dominic and Orlando through the living room into the den.
He sat both of them on the small loveseat and handed each of them a very strong drink.

They sat there, holding an amber coloured beverage and looking up at Viggo. It was the faint whiff of smoke that occasionally drifted off the drinks that caused the questioning looks on their faces.

"Go ahead.. " He urged, "It won't hurt you." Smirking just slightly.

Orlando and Dom looked at each other. Without taking his eyes off of Dominic, Orlando replied..
"I trust you, Viggo."
He tipped the strange drink to Dom in a 'cheers' and turned it up.

Elijah was watching closely. He got up and moved over to Dom.

"Dom? Are you all right?"

"Sure, it was just Victoria." He downed his drink and held out the empty glass to Viggo.

"Who's Victoria?" Elijah took the glass and looked at it curiously. Viggo took it from him, filled it with water and handed it back to Dom.

"Viggo's ghost." Dom replied as his took the drink from Viggo.

"Not my ghost, Dom. She was here first."

"Viggo!" Sean stood up and walked toward him. "What kind of game are you playing? There are no such things as ghosts!"

"Ghost?" Elijah raised his eyebrows and looked at Viggo.

"Look, any questions you have, any doubts you have, will be taken care of by morning, I assure you." Viggo poured himself a drink and took a sip. "Sean, I believe the guests you invited will be here soon."

"What?" Sean looked at Dom. "Dom, what did you tell him?"

"Dom didn't tell me anything. Surveillance cameras picked up their car. So, who did you invite to crash my party?"

"What makes you think I invited anyone?"

"Hmm, it just seems that someone who would sneak into a person's house might just be inclined to invite party crashers."

"Oh." Fuck, fuck, and double fuck. Viggo knew. He really needed to say something and nothing came to mind.

"Sean, why did you sneak in?" Viggo pushed on.

"I just wanted to know what you were up to, Vig."

"You could have asked."

"Would you have told me?"

Viggo studied his drink for a few minutes. "Probably not, but at least then you would have had a more valid reason for breaking into our home."

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Viggo looked at Orli, "Let's get the door, shall we."
Orli got up and followed Viggo silently.
"Why the fuck can't they use the door bell?" Viggo muttered as they left the room.

"This isn't going well at all." Sean commented to no one in particular, then he turned on Dom. "Exactly, what the hell did you tell him?"

"Nothing, Sean. I just used the loo."

"Leave him alone, Sean, Dom is on our side, remember?" Elijah took Orli's place on the love seat and wrapped one arm protectively around Dominic.

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Bam! Bam! Bam!

"It would serve him right if he broke his hand doing that."

"Viggo, wait."

"What, Babe?"

Orli pressed up against him; "I.. have a bad feeling, Vig."

He kissed Orlando's lips lightly, "Don't worry, I have it all under control."

"But Viggo.."

"Shhh, don't worry."

Viggo opened the door slowly. "Well, David, Karl, what are you doing here?" Then he noticed the man standing behind them. "Now this really is a surprise, I wasn't expecting you, Eric." His dislike of the man was very obvious in his voice.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by to check up on Orli."

"Orlando," Viggo corrected him, "Is fine."

Viggo felt 'Orli' was far too friendly for Eric. In fact, Viggo felt Eric was far too friendly all together.

Eric pushed his way between Karl and David and started past Viggo. Viggo reached out and grabbed Eric's arm. Both men stood glaring at one another until Eric jerked his arm back and wrapped them around Orlando in a bear hug.

"How are you, Orli? Are you okay?"

"I told you.." Viggo growled at him.

"I didn't ask you." Eric interrupted him without taking either his eyes or his arms off of Orlando.

"Eric," Orli pleaded, "You just got here, don't start something with Viggo. You two really should get along, you both care about me. I've told you, Viggo is.."

"Yeah, I know. "Mister Wonderful" here," his voice dripping sarcasm. "Not everyone shares your opinion, Orli."

Viggo reached out and jerked Eric back. "If you have anything else to say to him, I strongly suggest you say it without your arms wrapped around my lover." Viggo's voice had taken on a calm, even tone and he smiled at Eric.

Eric turned back to Orlando. "What do you see in him? He is nothing like you."

"Eric stop! I told you, I love Viggo and he loves me. I hope you didn't come here just to start a fight."

Eric took a deep breath. He stared at the floor, collecting his thoughts. Then he looked back at Orlando, his eyes traveled from his feet up to his head. His eyes paused on Orli's hips where his jeans hung below his hips exposing several finger shaped bruises.

"Dear God!!" Eric jerked Orli's shirt up exposing his stomach as well as several more bruises along his sides and a couple of scratches. "What has he done to you!?" He grabbed Orlando's shoulders trying to turn him around to see his back.

In one swift move, Viggo pushed Eric's hands away and stepped between them. "Don't come into our home and act like this, Bana." Viggo's voice was calm and controlled, unnaturally calm and controlled, given the situation.

David and Karl were still standing outside the door. Karl leaned over to Dave and quietly said, "We didn't come here for this."

David cleared his throat, hoping to get their attention. "Where is Sean?"

"In the den." Viggo replied without taking his eyes off of Eric. "Orlando, why don't you show them the way."

"Are you his father now? Telling him what to do?!"

Orli stepped out from behind Viggo. He looked from Viggo to Eric and back again. "Sure, follow me." His voice quiet as he studied the two men.

They followed Orlando into the living room. Karl gently placed one hand on Orli shoulder to stop him.
"You sure it's a good idea to leave those two alone?"

"Viggo wouldn't hurt anybody." Orli mumbled.

Karl and David looked at each other. "Orli?" David said quietly, not wanting the men in the other room to hear, "How long have you and Viggo been together?"

"What's your point, Dave?" Orli sighed.

"Well, when it comes to you, Viggo can be very, mmmmm, protective."

"Overly protective." Karl added.

Orli just looked at them. "Come on, Sean and the others are in here." He continued walking to the den.

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They stood there; just staring each other down until Viggo smiled and asked, "How's the wife, Bana?"

"Don't bring my wife into this. You are treading on thin ice, Mortensen."

"I'm just wondering what the basis for you interest in Orlando is."

"We are friends, good friends, close friends."

"I think I'm a bit closer to him, especially when he is screaming my name while I slide my big hard cock in and out of his body."

Eric flinched, "You are crude."

Viggo responded like an animal sensing fear in his prey. He smiled and stepped closer. "In fact, when he is withering and moaning and begging for it harder.. faster. That's a closeness you will never have with him."

Eric took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. He folded his arms across his chest. "What is your point?"

Viggo threw his head back and laughed. "Orlando and I are close. Closer than you can ever imagine. You only know one side to him. The side he shows for work and the public. I know him in," he paused, glaring, "and out." He paused again to let it sink in.. "I know a side of him you never will." Viggo sneered at him, knowing exactly why he was here. "If you really want to see what you are missing I have some exquisite photographs. Orlando does look heavenly when he comes."

"Yeah, I have heard about your photographs, you sick fuck."

Viggo laughed again, "If I'm a sick fuck for taking the pictures, what does that make the subjects? Hmm? People who were completely willing and well aware of what I was doing? Somehow, I don't think the term 'innocent victim' even applies here. I am only going to say this once; mind your own business, Bana. This has nothing to do with you."

"You are a sick, twisted, fucking bastard."

"Fucking Bastard.. Yes, I'll try to remember that tonight when Orli is moaning my name and lost in the sensations of an orgasm I caused while I pound into his ass."

"Bastard." Eric was fighting to maintain eye contact. He had a feeling that looking away from this one just might be dangerous.

Viggo stepped even closer and smiled, "Please stay, enjoy the fun, but mind your manners, this is my home too. I will not tolerate any threats to Orlando or our relationship"

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Orlando stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. "Guys?" He smirked at them, "Is this really necessary?"

"As long as everyone knows where he stands, there's no problem." Viggo smiled warmly at his lover.

Orli smiled back. He knew that was just Viggo being Viggo. He wants to make sure any newcomers into their "den" knew he wasn't up for grabs. He crossed the room to Viggo, draping his arms around the other man's neck.

"Eric knows how I feel about you." He pressed his body against Viggo's.

Viggo wrapped his arms around Orli and pulled him tightly against him. When their lips touched all Orli felt was soft, warm, gentle. Viggo's tongue lightly swiping over his bottom lip, then pressing in.

He began a slow in and out motion with his long tongue. Orlando matched it by swirling his tongue over Viggo's during each inward thrust. Orlando began to slowly rub against him.

Viggo's hand slid down tightly grabbing Orli's ass and stilling his movements. Viggo began a slow methodic grind against the younger man.

Orlando began to make little whimper noises.

"You made your point." Eric gave them his best 'I'm bored' look, but got no response.

"I said, you made your point!" They had totally forgotten he was there, it seemed.

"Hell-llo..." Eric was getting quite uncomfortable.

Orlando was trembling when he pulled back from the kiss and laid his head on Viggo's shoulder. Panting heavily against the sweaty skin on his lover's neck.

"I need your help in the kitchen for a minute, Babe." Viggo purred in his ear.

"No problem." Orlando blushed.

As they walked off toward the kitchen Eric stood there, forgotten at the door. He shrugged and headed in the direction Orli had taken Karl and David. He did not want to follow them to the kitchen and had no desire to find out what Viggo wanted to check on in there.

It wasn't hard to find the others, he just followed the noise.
As he walked into the room Billy shouted "Look what I found!" and all heads turned toward the huge TV in the corner as Billy stuck a tape in the VCR. Someone turned the music down.

The first thing Eric saw, larger than life on the big screen TV, was Viggo licking his way down Orlando's naked body.

Eric groaned and wondered, not for the first time, why in the hell he had come here.


~Continued~