Viggo leaned against the cool chrome of the railing, looking down at the dancers on the packed floor below. Two young men had caught his eye as they moved with abandon to the pulsing beat of Afro-Celt Sound System. Both wore tank tops and low slung jeans on their long, elegant frames. Their lean muscles stood out in sculpted relief marbled with the super saturated colors of the tech noir rainbow of the disco's neon lights. Cool azure, hot magenta, and acid green rippled across smooth bare skin as the blond young man bumped his groin rhythmically against his dark-haired partner's tight buttocks. Viggo pressed his burgeoning erection against the cool hardness of the metal railing as he watched.

The music ended and the two beautiful young men shared an ardent, giddy kiss before parting to walk away in opposite directions. Viggo was relieved. He had been almost certain that the boys were lovers from the way they moved together on the dance floor, but their body language on parting marked them as close friends. Shrugging the leather jacket more comfortably across his broad shoulders, Viggo headed for the stairs. As he reached the mezzanine, the beautiful brunette passed him, headed for the bar.

"Excuse me," Viggo said.

The young man stopped and regarded him inquiringly, obviously impatient to be off.

"May I buy you a drink?"

Viggo's heart beat a little faster as the boy's sweet lips curved into a smile. He imagined those lips around the end of his cock and his jeans got a little tighter.

"Sure," the kid said. "I'll have a tequila shooter."

"Why don't I buy a bottle and we can share it?"

"You don't even know my name," the brunette said.

"Sure I do. Your name is Romeo, Heathcliff, Prince Charming. Your name is Desire."

The young man cocked his head at Viggo. "Actually, it's Orlando, but my friends call me Orli. Do you always talk like that? 'Cause you are fine, but if you're dotty, I'm not interested."

"I only get this way in the presence of overwhelming beauty," Viggo answered.

"Oh my," Orli fluttered his eyelashes and fanned himself with one hand while doing a creditable impression of a Southern belle. "What are your intentions, sir?"

Viggo leaned forward and put his lips close to the boy's perfect ear. "I intend to make you come until you forget your name."

Orli shivered and made a snap decision. This golden stud in black leather was a walking wet dream and Orli knew he'd regret it if he didn't have him once. He'd never seen him at the club before and who knew if he'd ever see him again. This guy looked like he usually ran with a more serious crowd than the one that favored this candy-colored meat rack.

"Alright," the young man said. "You can buy me a drink."



Half an hour later, Viggo was closing the door of his loft behind him. *Don't be stupid,* said a small voice in his brain before it was lost in the roar of igniting lust. He lunged and grabbed Orli's shoulder, yanking him backward. The young man did not resist, as Viggo took them both to the floor, yanking the boy's jeans down to his knees. Orli spun in Viggo's arms, pinning his shoulders to the floor, his taut erection pressed against the man's lower belly.

Viggo broke Orli's hold, marveling at the strength in the slender limbs, and rolled until he lay atop the boy. Orli bucked beneath him and it was a moment before the man realized his captive was not trying to free himself. Viggo ground his leather-clad pelvis hard against the boy's arousal and was rewarded by a moan of need. The man rose up a bit to push his pants down far enough to free his burgeoning erection. Taking hold of Orli's hips, Viggo pulled him up onto his thighs.

Orli grabbed Viggo's hard cock and stroked it. The man groaned and pulled Orli's groin more snugly against his until their erections touched. He took a tube from a pocket of the leather jacket and squeezed lubricant into his palm. Wrapping his hand around both shafts, he pumped slowly. The slippery rods slid sinuously together driving both men to the brink of release. Viggo felt the boy's arousal pulse in his fist and let go.

Viggo used more lubricant to grease his straining hardness. Pressing the glistening knob against the irised port, he pushed until the tight ring was breached. Orlando jerked in reaction and squirmed in an incredibly provocative fashion against Viggo's thighs. The young man groaned low in his chest as Viggo's long cock drove slowly but steadily into him. He was awash with powerful emotions and sensations he had never felt before. Vulnerable and overwhelmed he surrendered to the siege, throwing open his gates and welcoming the ardent invader. He was so transported that he scarcely felt the hard, hot length as an intrusion. Then the man altered the angle of his stroke and Orli's back arched as though forty thousand volts had been run through his spine.

Viggo took a firm hold of Orli's slim hips and increased the tempo of his deep thrusts. The young man moaned helplessly as Viggo's curved shaft dragged insistently across his most sensitive flesh sending bolts of sheer erotic bliss sizzling up his spine and bursting like heat lightning in his groin. Orli made a strangled sound, and his hips bucked against Viggo's muscular thighs engulfing more of the hard rod. The man looked down into the dark eyes dewy with desire the pretty face wavered like a reflection in pond disturbed by a tossed pebble. He faltered in his stroke and the boy moved restlessly, trying to capture more of the pleasure-giving rod that filled him so agreeably.

"No," Orli panted. "Don't stop."

Viggo's cock pulsed in the tight passage as he tilted his head back and blinked rapidly. Orli twisted on his thighs with a mindless sob of lust. The tenuous control that the man was holding onto slipped its leash at the sound of raw animal need, wrapping his arms around the supple thighs, Viggo thrust powerfully, the muscles of his buttocks clenching and relaxing as he lunged and withdrew. The boy gasped and cried out at each stroke, the soft, urgent noises sweet, wild music to Viggo's ears.

The man leaned in and claimed Orli's mouth, taking possession with lips and tongue. The young man made a small desperate noise into Viggo's mouth and pumped his hips frantically. Viggo reached between their bodies and grasped the boy's twitching cock. Abandoning the sweet mouth to nip at the tender flesh of Orli's neck, Viggo stroked the hard shaft at the same tempo as his pistoning rod. Orli froze for a long moment poised on the threshold and then shuddered violently through a cataclysmic climax. Hot, viscous fluid spilled over Viggo's fist, spreading warmly against his lower belly. Releasing the sated shaft, the man shoved forcefully and buried his staff to the hilt. The young man grunted and dug his fingers into the carpet as the long rod slid home. Pushing down with the soles of his feet, he sought purchase as the big cock drove vigorously into him.

Viggo gave a hoarse cry and sank his teeth into the curve of Orli's neck. The boy shivered and clutched at the man's shoulders as Viggo's seed spooled out deep inside him. His lips were captured again with bruising force, and Orli tasted his own blood. Far from alarming or angering him, he felt himself getting hard again at the sharp, metallic taste on his tongue. He licked the inside of Viggo's mouth, as his sheath clamped down on the hard length that stretched it. The man groaned in ecstasy as the clenching channel milked his softening cock.

Panting, Viggo collapsed onto Orli, nuzzling the damp neck in the euphoric lassitude of the aftermath of world-shaking, truly satisfying sex. The young man shifted as the sated shaft shrank inside him and Viggo raised his head. He gazed down at the beautiful boy in wonder that anything so crude as sex could be so spiritual with this precious one. Orlando gazed calmly back, his sharp eyes and angular features blurred with a hazy film of pleasure, unraveled, at peace.

"That was a good one," Viggo murmured. "Thanks, baby."

"You're quite welcome."

"We'll have to find a way to thank Jude properly for finding the club and keeping the other guys off of you until I got there."

"Buy him a big box of chocolates," Orlando said, "or send him some roses, if you like, but he's certainly not getting a thank you like yours."

"You're damn right," Viggo said, as the boy moved restlessly beneath him. "Ready for round two?"

Orlando groaned, but responded enthusiastically when Viggo's resurrected erection began to move inside him again. "Fuck me, stud," he said.

And Viggo did.