Orlando let himself into the suite. He was late. He had hoped to be free hours ago, but like everything else about this charade, it always took more time and more energy away from the things he really cared about.

Viggo.

Orlando smiled. His lover was sound asleep, stretched out on their bed, carefully arranged on his back with his hands lying on his lower stomach. He looked like he had been trying not to wrinkle his clothes. Orlando doubted Viggo cared, but it was a nice thought, and it might be true. Viggo had a great deal of respect for Vanessa and would want to honor her dinner invitation by looking nice.

Vanessa and Johnny had rented a chalet for their family, planning on staying a little longer than most of the celebrities that had descended upon Geneva. Orlando glanced at his watch. Damn, they were at least an hour late, even for a fashionably late European dinner. He leaned over to wake his lover with a kiss.

Viggo's hand lifted to capture Orlando's head, keeping him from retreating and deepening the kiss.

"Sorry, babe," Orlando whispered regretfully against Viggo's lips. "We're late. We need to go."

"Hmmm…" Viggo hummed, rubbing a hand over his face to wake himself up. "I'm not late. You are."

"I know." Orlando felt the stab of the subtle recrimination. It was the most Viggo ever said about the situation he had gotten himself into, married to the most wonderful man on earth and pretending to be back with Kate again. God, his life was fucked up. "Come on. We don't want to make Vanessa angry."

"Fuck, no." Viggo was on his feet in an instant. "I'd rather sign on to film Texas Chainsaw Massacre IX."

~~~~~

It was well past midnight when the two couples left the dining table to have after dinner drinks in the library. Viggo and Orlando took the two chairs, leaving the small couch for Johnny and Vanessa. A fire was burning to chase off the early spring chill. Vanessa was the last one to enter the room, carrying a bucket of ice which she sat on the bar.

Instead of sitting next to Johnny, however, she draped herself languidly over Viggo's lap, an arm around his shoulder and a hand caressing his cheek. Slender fingers stroked the line of his jaw, exploring the cleft in his chin, the scar on his lip, and the wrinkles caused by his confused look. All three men were silent as her mouth hovered above Viggo's, obviously about to kiss him.

"I think you're shocking our guests, chérie," an amused voice chuckled from the couch.

Vanessa waived a dismissing hand toward her partner. "You know I want to taste him. Je te l'ai dit."

Johnny chuckled again. "Yes, and I told you that you needed to talk to them about it, remember?"

Vanessa looked over at Orlando, not moving from her intimate position. "Dis, mon ami, it would not bother you, would it? After all, you have done more than taste my husband."

Orlando was flummoxed. Vanessa was right, of course. It would be unfair of him to forbid her a kiss, and it really wasn't even his choice. Viggo had yet to say anything, which bothered Orlando to no end. His lover hadn't encouraged her, but he'd done nothing to discourage her either. Orlando tried to catch his mate's eyes, but the sea blue orbs were focused on Vanessa who was staring back at him like he was a rare chocolate delicacy.

It was like Viggo and Vanessa were the only two people in the room, completely oblivious to him and Johnny. Orlando didn't realize how much he was the center of Viggo's attention until he wasn't anymore. Clearing his throat, he croaked, "No, if it's okay with Viggo…"

Orlando didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence before Vanessa had closed the distance, kissing Viggo… kissing his lover… his husband, God damn it. And sod it all, Viggo looked like he was enjoying ever second of it. The artist's hands had moved up, one curling around her hip and one around her graceful neck, turning her head so that their mouths could fuse more completely.

Orlando shifted in his chair. He wanted to jump to his feet and throw the bitch off his lover, but… bloody hell. He looked to Johnny for help. His friend had a lazy expression on his face that reminded Orlando of Jack eyeing a full bottle of rum. He had a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth and his hand was languorously stroking the erection evident through the cotton of his trousers.

Bloody hell, was no one bothered by this but him? Orlando looked back at the couple still clinched on the chair next to him. Obviously not.

Vanessa had shifted so that she was straddling Viggo's lap. Viggo's hand had pushed the soft silk of her skirt up and was resting on her slender thigh. They didn't look like they would be coming up for air anytime soon.

Johnny noticed Orlando's agitated motions. The young man was practically vibrating. "It's just a kiss, Orlando," he drawled. "You and Viggo both had me pretty much every way possible in LA."

"Yeah, but… well… that was her idea." Orlando pointed at the couple on the chair, his muscles twitching when Vanessa rocked her hips forward and Viggo groaned, his hand sliding under her skirt to cup her ass, revealing the lacy top of her stockings.

Orlando felt himself begin to harden, in spite of himself. Now he was mad at Vanessa, Viggo and himself. How was it possible to be so incredibly angry and yet turned on by what was happening in front of him?

"Kind of makes you wonder how Viggo feels with you groping Kate, especially since you left him for her once before," Johnny mused, his eyes half open and focused on the erotic display.

Orlando felt like Johnny had dumped the ice bucket over his head. The unwelcome, sexually aroused feeling that had been building disappeared immediately, replaced by an even worse feeling. Shit. Had he really been making Viggo feel this way? He jumped to his feet.

Johnny smirked, but his voice still sounded lazy and drugged. "Gonna join in, mate?"

"Hell, no. Thanks for the hospitality, but Viggo and I have to go." Orlando grabbed the hand not hidden under Vanessa's dress and pulled.

Viggo pulled away from the kiss. Dazed and unfocused eyes looked up at his lover. "Orlando?"

"We've got to go," Orlando informed him.

Viggo looked confused, but gently removed the cuddling woman from his lap and stood. Johnny grabbed his woman's hand and with a gentle tug deposited her into his lap, where she promptly started nibbling on his neck.

"Thanks for…" Viggo's words were cut off as Orlando pulled him towards the front door.

Johnny raised Vanessa's chin with his fingers to look into the shrewd eyes that belied her lust fogged demeanor. "You are an evil woman, lapin."

"That is the reason for which you love me," she smiled, completely confident in the veracity of her statement. "You think that he understands now?"

The End

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