"Smile," Bast told him, "like you have a secret no one else knows."

A soft, secretive smile stole across Orlando's face. A secret no one else knew. That was easy. All he had to think of was Viggo. All he had to do was remember last night.

"Perfect," Bast said softly. "Whatever you're thinking about, don't stop."

The whir and click of the shutter barely penetrated Orlando's consciousness as he let his memories wash over him.  It was a familiar sound anyway, after five years as Viggo's lover. He had given up long ago trying to keep track of all the pictures Viggo had taken of him.

His eyes drifted half-shut as he lost himself in his memories of last night. He had arrived in London for the shoot, knowing that Viggo had managed to get a few days off filming in Spain and would meet him there. Robin had checked him into one hotel while he checked in quietly, under an assumed name, at another.  The management knew who he was, of course, but they were well paid to protect his identity.  As soon as he had his room number, he sent a text message to Viggo so his lover would know where to find him.  There was no reply, of course, but Viggo would get the message when he got off the plane.  In the meantime, Orlando got everything ready for their reunion.  He set the lube on the table by the bed, ordered champagne and strawberries, and went to take a bath.  He filled the tub with water and the new bath oil he had found. The fragrance of mint and eucalyptus surrounded him as he relaxed and let the stress of filming and promotional events soak away.  He had just finished drying off when room service arrived. He wrapped himself in one of the hotel's fluffy robes and opened the door.

The bellhop wheeled the cart inside. "Leave the champagne corked," Orlando instructed. "I'll open it when I'm ready."

"Yes, sir," the bellhop replied, thanking Orlando for the generous tip before leaving.

Orlando grabbed a strawberry and sucked on it before biting into the juicy flesh. It was ripe, but still firm. Perfect. Orlando grinned. He and Viggo were going to have fun tonight. He went back into the bathroom to rub oil into his skin. And then he settled down to wait. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long. Another knock sounded at the door. Orlando checked the peephole and, seeing Viggo, opened the door to allow his lover inside. No sooner had the door shut behind them than Orlando threw himself into Viggo's arms. "I missed you," he whispered, clinging tightly to the beloved form.

"I missed you, too, angel," Viggo replied, his moustache tickling Orlando's ear.

Orlando leaned back to look at Viggo's face. "I'll be so glad when you can shave that off," he said.

"That's not what you said last time," Viggo reminded him. "I seem to remember you rather enjoying what my moustache did to you."

"Well, maybe, but I still prefer you clean-shaven."

"Soon, I promise. It's only a little longer."

"I have champagne," Orlando said, reaching up to kiss Viggo.

"And strawberries, I see," Viggo said, licking his lips. "Strawberry-flavored Orlando. Definitely one of my favorites."

"Maybe I can arrange for your other favorite," Orlando said with a grin.

Viggo shivered. "Maybe you can. I certainly wouldn't say no."

"Do you want a shower?" Orlando asked.

"No, I'm fine. It was a short trip from Spain and I showered before I left the set. What I want is a glass of that champagne and your body next to mine."

"Just next to?" Orlando teased. "You wouldn't prefer to have me under you?"

"Under, over, beside, behind, it doesn't matter," Viggo replied, "as long as I can touch you."

"Let me open the champagne. And you're overdressed."  Orlando went to the cart the bellhop had left and popped the cork on the champagne, catching the rush of bubbles in one of the glasses. He filled both flutes and turned back around to see Viggo on the bed in only his boxers. "Much better," Orlando purred, handing Viggo the flutes.

"Both for me?" Viggo asked.

"No, I just want you to hold mine for a minute," Orlando replied, letting the robe fall from his shoulders, leaving him completely naked. "I'm much more comfortable this way."

He stayed where he was, letting Viggo stare at him, at the increased bulk of his chest and shoulders after all the weight lifting he had done to get ready for Kingdom of Heaven. He had seen the magazine covers with his chest on it, had heard the comments about how he had finally turned into a man, but all that mattered to him was the looked of stunned approval on Viggo's face.

"What happened to my skinny Elf Boy?" Viggo asked softly.

"I grew up," Orlando replied, settling onto the bed next to Viggo. "I hope you don't mind."

Viggo set the two glasses on the table next to the bed and pulled Orlando into his arms. "I don't mind," he said slowly. "It'll just take a little getting used to."

Orlando grinned. "Take all the time you want."

Viggo ran questing fingers over Orlando's arms and shoulders, testing the strength of the muscles, mapping the new contours. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are like this?" Viggo asked. "I've always found you attractive, but God, Orlando, you look amazing."

Viggo's words went straight to Orlando's heart. He couldn't care less about what the millions of fangirls thought. Their interest came and went with the next big thing. It was just part of life in Hollywood. Viggo's approval, though, meant everything to him. If he lost Viggo's interest, he would lose the only thing that really mattered. He needn't have worried, not the way Viggo's lips were attacking his chest, teasing and biting at the skin, making their way slowly to his nipple.

Orlando's head was spinning already and they'd only barely begun. "Slow down," he begged.

"Why?" Viggo murmured, his moustache tickling as he spoke.

"It's too much," Orlando protested. "I'm gonna go off like a kid."

"And that's a problem?" Viggo asked. "I'd take it as a compliment that I could push you so quickly beyond your control." He bit at Orlando's nipple, teasing it with teeth, tongue, and facial hair.

Orlando trembled, feeling his release building already. He grabbed Viggo's face and pulled his lover's mouth to his, kissing Viggo deeply as he fought to stay in control. Viggo, though, seemed determined to undermine that control as quickly as possible. His calloused palm brushed Orlando's erection, making the younger man's hips jerk reflexively. Orlando gave up the fight, letting his release surge through him, coating Viggo's hand with creamy fluid.

Orlando lay there panting, trying to regain his breath while Viggo used the discarded robe to wipe them both clean. He took the proffered champagne and drained the flute in one swallow. Then he turned to his lover. "Your turn," he said, pushing Viggo flat on the bed.

"Nothing new here to explore," Viggo said, self-deprecatingly.

"Then I'll just rediscover what I already know," Orlando replied, pulling at Viggo's boxers.

Viggo lifted his hips to facilitate his disrobing. He never ceased to feel flattered by Orlando's delight in and enthusiasm for his body. He knew he was in better shape than a lot of men his age, but he was not 28 anymore, and had not been for many years. That never seemed to matter to Orlando, though. He touched Viggo still with the same desire, the same joy, as he had the first time. Viggo hoped that never changed. Then such logical thoughts disappeared as Orlando's hot mouth closed around his erection. He groaned in surprise and ecstasy.  He had not expected Orlando to move quite so quickly.

Orlando would have grinned at Viggo's reaction, but that was a little difficult with his mouth full. Instead, he used every ounce of skill he possessed to drive Viggo crazy with his lips and tongue, humming gently so that the vibration of his throat teased the head of his lover's cock. It worked. Almost immediately, Viggo thrust into his mouth. Orlando increased the suction, wanting to push Viggo as Viggo had pushed him. It only took a few more thrusts before Viggo flooded Orlando's mouth. Orlando drank it down eagerly, licking and slurping to catch every drop. When he was satisfied that he'd captured it all, he lifted his head and slid up Viggo's body. Viggo caught his mouth in a kiss.

"Hmmm. That's my absolute favorite flavor," he said when their lips parted.

"Mine, too," Orlando replied, snuggling down next to his lover.

Viggo took a sip of champagne and offered the glass to Orlando who sipped at it more slowly than the last time.

"We didn't get to enjoy those strawberries you ordered," Viggo said with a contented sigh.

"There's still time," Orlando replied. "I don't have to be anywhere until 8 tomorrow."

"Bast's doing the shoot, right?" Viggo asked.

"That's right. Why?"

"Because," Viggo replied with a leer, "he won't mind if you show up looking thoroughly ravished."

"Are you going to ravish me?" Orlando asked coyly.

"I should hope so," Viggo retorted, rolling Orlando beneath him. "Who else would be ravishing you?"

"Nobody," Orlando replied. "I was just checking."

Viggo tickled him in retaliation, his hands going unerringly to Orlando's most sensitive spots. Orlando convulsed with laughter, squirming frantically as he tried to catch Viggo's hands and stop the torture.  It didn't take long for the friction of their skin to reawaken desire in both of them. The tenor of Viggo's touch changed, leaving behind the tickling for a more tender caress. When Orlando's eyes were once again dark with passion, Viggo lifted off his lover and smiled down at him. "I'll be right back," he said, getting up to pull the cart with the champagne and strawberries closer.  He poured them both more champagne and offered one of the strawberries to Orlando. Rather than taking it in his hand, Orlando sat up and sucked the strawberry, and Viggo's fingers, into his mouth. His tongue teased the tips of the other man's fingers before releasing them and biting down on the succulent fruit. A trickle of juice escaped his lips and ran down his chin. He started to wipe it away, but Viggo caught his hand, leaning over to lick away the sticky juice.

Orlando smiled and fed Viggo a strawberry. They teased each other with licks and touches until all the fruit was gone. Orlando reached for Viggo, intent on finishing the seduction when a huge yawn overtook him. Viggo laughed and pulled Orlando into his arms. "Jet lag's a bitch. Go to sleep. I'll ravish you in the morning."

Orlando tried to protest, but his words were hampered by another uncontrollable yawn. "Maybe you're right," he sighed.

"I'm always right," Viggo teased. "Sleep. I'll make sure you're awake in time to get to Bast's in the morning."

"Thanks, Vig. I love you," Orlando mumbled, sleep already overtaking him.

"I love you, too, angel."

Orlando had no idea how long Viggo held him and watched him sleep. He knew only that seeking hands had roused him this morning, sliding over his chest and abdomen, down to his groin, stroking his erection, cradling his balls. Orlando awoke with Viggo's name on his lips. "Lie still and let me love you," Viggo whispered.

Already caught in a sensual haze, Orlando complied, lying on his side as Viggo lightly stroked his skin. Fingers drifted over his shoulders, caressing gently, before slipping under his arms to tease his chest again, around his nipples without touching them at first, stealing his breath when they finally pinched lovingly.  They moved down eventually to tangle in his treasure trail, pulling sensually on the short hair, bringing his nerves to tingling awareness. One hand continued down, sliding enticingly around his awakening arousal and lower, to cup his sacs, while the lube-slick fingers of the other hand made their way languorously into his crease, seeking his entrance. He sighed in pleasure as they slipped inside him, stretching him, preparing him. He was so relaxed that Viggo could probably have taken him without preparation, but his lover was too considerate for that. Orlando moaned in pleasure, beginning to squirm restlessly as Viggo's fingers found his prostate. Viggo was a wizard with those fingers, creating magic that drove Orlando wild.

"Please," he begged. "Take me now. Fill me up."

He did not expect it to work. Viggo consistently ignored his pleas, but this morning, his lover was as hungry for this as he was, apparently, because Orlando did not have to ask twice. Viggo's cock replaced his fingers, sliding deep into Orlando's passage and rubbing constantly across his prostate.

A sigh escaped Orlando's lips as Viggo filled him. There were no words to describe the emotions that surged through him every time they joined. Communion, Viggo called it. A communion of souls. Orlando felt it, whatever it was, as their bodies moved in concert.  "Harder," he whispered. "I want to feel you all day."

Viggo's hips pummeled into him, giving him what he wanted. Orlando pushed back against him eagerly. "On your knees," Viggo whispered. Orlando moved immediately, presenting his ass to Viggo. His lover slammed into him, forcing a grunt from Orlando's lips. He pushed back as hard as he could, driving Viggo ever deeper inside him. The rhythm stuttered as Viggo lost control. The feeling of Viggo's release spinning out inside him sent Orlando over the edge as well. He collapsed forward onto the bed as his cock jerked and spilled its load.

"Are you well ravished?" Viggo asked when their breathing returned to normal.

"Perfectly," Orlando said with a smile.

"Orlando! Orlando!" Bast's voice broke into his memories. "We're ready for a different pose."

"Sorry," Orlando said. "I was just remembering."

"I'm sure," Bast joked. "Come on, sit on this chair. Kick back and say cheese."

THE END