Nobody's Quite Like You 2

Nobody's Quite Like You

Parts 2 - 3

Posted: August 2005
Title: Nobody's Quite Like You
Author: Darknightjess, Linden Jay

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Chapter 2

Summary: Viggo's clueless - Dennis is helpful - Karl's not around

Dennis Hopper leaned his palm against the buzzer, grinning as he heard it echo through the house. "Mortensen! Wake your sorry ass up and answer the door, it could be important." He shouted and poked at the buzzer again. "I know you're in there, it's Henry's weekend at the beach. I brought - " He looked down at his empty hand and smiled. "Well I didn't bring anything, but I know you have coffee, c'mon." He hummed along with the 'Mary had a little lamb' tune he was playing on the buzzer.

Viggo threw the door open, a paintbrush tucked into his belt, a frazzled expression on his face. "You really aren't easy to ignore- you know that, right?"

"It's part of my charm. A face like this - how the fuck you think I became a star?" Dennis shouldered his way into the house. "Want some coffee?" He asked as he walked down the hall to the kitchen.

"Yes, thanks. The stuff in the pot is ancient though," Viggo warned, heading back to the studio, knowing that Dennis would find his way there in his own time.

"Up since ass o'clock.. let's the coffee get old.. no donuts.. fucker." Dennis mumbled good-naturedly and made a fresh pot of coffee. Walking into the back room that served as the studio he caught Viggo's eye before setting the cup down. He pushed a stack of papers off of the one decent chair in the room and plopped down with his own cup. "So how they hanging?" He asked and smiled at his friend.

"Very well, thanks so much for asking," Viggo took a sip of coffee and placed it down again, hoping he'd remember where he put it before he knocked it over. "What brought you by anyway? Bored? Lonely? Mix of the two?" Viggo teased, going back to his painting.

"Yeah, got a few days before I got to leave to go be another crazy psycho cop for a few weeks. Thought I'd swing by and let you bask in the glory of me." He grinned and stretched his legs out. "What're you working on? Something deep and meaningful or you just cleaning your brushes?" He laughed at his own joke and wrinkled his nose.

"You know me, Dennis, it's always deep and meaningful," Viggo said sternly, flicking his brush at him.

"Uh huh. Cue the naval lint gazers." Dennis teased. "Oh hey, how was it seeing all the rings guys? I forgot to ask the other day. Everybody all happy that it's over?"

"There's a distinct sense of completion which feels good, but I wouldn't say happy, no. Bittersweet seeing them all again." Viggo said after thinking for a moment.

"Holy shit, you sound like a press release." He cackled at the look Viggo shot him and then hummed a bit before continuing. "And so - the dark eyed beauty. The lovely Mr. Urban, did you get to spend some time with him?"

Viggo shook his head and smiled. "Anyone ever tell you that you have completely the wrong look to be such a fag hag? Not to mention being damned nosy," Viggo muttered, going quiet for a few moments while he went back for more paint. "And yes, I did see Karl, as it turns out."

"Pfftt, just 'cause I don't do men don't mean I can't think someone like him isn't pretty." He scratched his head, brow furrowed. "Did any of that sentence make sense?" He asked and laughed. "So I hear you giving me the polite, 'why yes, yes I did see Karl from across the room, lovely gent he is' version of the weekend. Your ass get any tighter and your ears'll fly off." He said with a huge grin and took a sip of coffee.

"That is what happened," Viggo attempted to protest, and then smiled. "Well, that's how it started anyway. And I wouldn't imagine you'd want too many details on the tightness- or not- of my ass."

Dennis sat the cup down quickly and held his hands up in a T. "Time out. Enough, I give." He said, laughing. "So suffice to say a good time was had by all. Are you two gonna get together again?" He asked quietly.

"A good time was had by all," Viggo assured him, trying not to look too pleased at having finally found the point past which Dennis was no longer interested in the details of his sex life. "I wouldn't imagine I'd be seeing him anytime soon though, now that Rings is over. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime though. Who knows?" Viggo paused, turning to look at Dennis with a grin. "I didn't tell you what he did, did I?"

"I would imagine that he did you, but beyond that - no." He answered laughing.

"I thought you didn't want details," Viggo snorted, searching through the pile of papers on his desk until he found... yes! He handed the drawing over to Dennis and waited for his reaction.

"Okay, he learned to draw the same abstract shit as you?" He shrugged and flapped the drawing about.

"That's my abstract shit." Viggo said, leaning back against the desktop casually, not remotely offended by Dennis's comment. "I drew that with a marker on Karl's back the last time I saw him, around about a year ago."

"We're sliding back into that too much information area again." Dennis mumbled and looked at the paper in his hand. "Okay, and..." He drawled out the word. "Remember Mortensen, use small words, short sentences - lotta drugs in the sixties.. so - and...?"

"It was still there when I saw him this time." Viggo said, shaking his head and grinning.

"The fuck kind of marker you use?"

Viggo laughed and threw a brush at Dennis. "He had it tattooed on, if you'll believe it. And you try and tell me my art doesn't appeal to the masses."

Dennis dodged the brush and then looked back down at the drawing. "Vig, your fuck buddy, the guy from another country had this, your chicken scratch, actually tattooed - permanent tattooed on his back?"

"Uh huh. I got him to let me make a copy of it- traced it off his back while... maybe you don't want to hear that part," Viggo grinned, going back to his painting.

Dennis sat back and held the drawing up, studying it quietly. "So, why'd he do it? He say?" He asked after a few minutes.

"He said I was almost as good an artist as I was a piece of ass," Viggo quoted, almost verbatim; too busy working to register the pauses between Dennis's questions.

Dennis grunted at Viggo's answer and then was quiet for a long moment. Suddenly he burst into laughter, leaning over he continued to cackle, almost choking and snorting.

Viggo did his best to ignore Dennis before turning on him with an exasperated sigh. "You're just completely determined to keep me from getting anything done today, aren't you? What's so damned funny?"

"I never - never - took you - for a- " Dennis stuttered the words out, wiping at his eyes. "I never took you for a dumb bastard, maybe I wasn't the only one that spent most of my twenties stoned." He laughed some more and leaned out to lay the paper carefully on the table next to him.

"You weren't- but that's hardly the point," Viggo put his painting supplies down, giving Dennis his full attention. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

Dennis stood, still smiling and speaking slowly. "Hey Viggo, I love you like you and I were blood. Despite what I say, I think you are a hell of an artist. Shit man, I wrote a foreword in one of your books. I've actually bought - mind you - and given some of your photographs to people as gifts. Let me ask you something." He held up his arms and spun slowly around before facing Viggo again. "You see me with any of your shit tattooed anywhere on my body?"

"Well, I can't honestly say I've checked you over that extensively because you're not that kind of boy, but no, I don't." Viggo said, not quite sure where Dennis was going with this.

Chuckling still, Dennis walked over and pushed Viggo's sleeve up, revealing the interwoven initials of he and Exene's name. "I'm going to go, but let me ask you one thing. Why'd you get that tattoo?"

"Because I loved her," Viggo said automatically. "You know that."

"Un huh. Okay. I'd say my job here was done." Dennis broke into a fresh peal of laughter and started out of the room and down the hall. Yelling from the front of the house he said, "Hey Mortensen, when the fog lifts and you get that fucking clue give me a call, I'll buy you a drink." The closing of the front door cut off his laughter.

Viggo stared at the tattoo on his arm, then looked up quickly in the direction Dennis had just gone out, his jaw dropping open. "Well fuck me," he muttered, digging through the papers on his desk until he found his phone, dialing rapidly. "Dennis? Drink. Now."

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Chapter 3

Summary: Viggo's still clueless and Karl is a bit... upset.

Karl shoved the vacuum into the closet and looked around the room. 'It'll do. He thought with a smile and a shrug. He wiped his arm across his face, and then raked his hair back off of his forehead. "What next?" He said out loud to the now clean, but still quiet and empty, room.

Viggo dropped his duffel beside the door and ran his hand through his hair before ringing the bell, looking somewhat nervous. "Okay, go for subtle. You can be subtle- right?" he murmured to himself.

Karl looked up as the bell chimed. He glanced around for his shirt and then decided not to bother; brushing his hands off on his cut off jean shorts he strode to the door and opened it.

Viggo looked up as the door opened, smiling at Karl. "Hello, stranger." And damn if he doesn't look hot like that.

Karl blinked, mouth opening and closing and then he felt the slow roll turn in his chest. "Vig, what - wow." He reached a hand out to pull the man to him. "What the hell are you doing here mate?"

Viggo wrapped his arms around Karl and gave him a hug. Be subtle, be subtle, be subtle "Are you in love with me?" Viggo... that was not subtle. Not at all.

Karl stiffened and then stepped back laughing. "Well of course I love you mate." He stepped further into the room, head swiveling nervously. "C'mon in. Can I get you anything? So what are you doing here, huh?"

Viggo watched Karl back away from him, more confused then ever. "Coffee would be good. Damned long plane flight. Why did you get the tattoo?" Okay, you could spread these questions out a little bit, seeing as it's becoming obvious that you're freaking the fuck out of Karl!

"I told you, I liked your art." Karl turned and walked into the kitchen. "It'll take a minute. So long plane ride huh?"

"You should know, you've taken it a time or twelve," Viggo smiled, taking a good look at the tattoo as Karl walked away. Was Dennis right? Just because he wouldn't tattoo something of Viggo's on himself didn't mean... "A friend of mine asked if we were all glad Rings was over."

Karl stood; head bowed and took a deep breath. Finally he raised his head and clearing his throat managed to say, "Yeah and what'd you tell him?"
"I said we likely all felt proud of the completion- having accomplished something like that, but that it was certainly a bittersweet ending, especially since it meant saying goodbye to a lot of people we'd come to care for." Viggo said, adding to what he'd said to Dennis.

"That sounds about right." Karl said and walked back into the room. "It'll be ready in a minute." He brushed his hands against his shorts and then crossed his arms over his chest. "Viggo, why are you here?" He asked in a quiet voice.

"Because... I needed to know if you are in love with me. So I thought I'd fly out and ask," Viggo said, feeling more and more awkward.

Karl sat down on the edge of a chair. "You just flew out here to say oh by the way, are you in love with - " Karl hung his head, raking his fingers through his long dark hair before looking up, eyes blazing. "What makes you think that I am?"

"The- the tattoo," Viggo stammered, the look in Karl's eyes throwing him off completely. "I showed Dennis the tracing I did, and he was talking about ... and he reminded me of the tattoo from Exene," Viggo held out his arm," and he asked why I did it and I said because I loved her. And it just made sense, all of a sudden."

"So you fly how many thousands of miles because it suddenly made sense and you just needed to ask that question?" Karl asked, hands clasped between his knees, shoulders slumped. "You came here just to ask that question." He repeated.

Viggo nodded, suddenly feeling like there'd been a last minute script change, and he hadn't gotten his copy. "Yes."

"Okay." Karl stood and walked into the kitchen. The rattling of cups and utensils was heard before he walked out carrying two cups, he handed one to Viggo and sat back down.

"Okay," Viggo said, still fairly certain he didn't have the faintest clue what was going on, keeping quiet even as he took his cup from Karl. "Thanks."

Karl drank his coffee in silence, shifting slightly on the chair to get comfortable.

Viggo managed the silence for a while before it started to grate on him. "So... you want me to call up and get a room for the night? I know you weren't expecting me."

"No, that's fine. I've plenty of room. Got a guest bed and a pull out couch and you're also in luck, I just finished cleaning the place." Karl said with a smile and stood.

"Wow, Royal treatment." Guest bed? Since when? Viggo got up and followed Karl, deciding to do something about the awkwardness. "Look, Karl- it doesn't matter if you're in love with me- we can work around it, okay?" he offered, touching Karl on the arm.

"We. Can. Work. Around. It?" Karl said and turned slowly. In one fluid movement he grabbed Viggo and slammed him against the wall, leaning in he snarled into his face. "It doesn't matter?"

"OOF!" Viggo let out as his back impacted the wall, his eyes opening wide at the sight of Karl, inches from his face, his mind racing over what he'd just said. "Okay, that might have come out wrong," he gasped.

Karl let out an anguished cry and caught Viggo's mouth in a hard kiss, moving against him, hands clenching and pulling at his shirt, Karl deepened the kiss.

Viggo gasped in surprise, letting Karl take over the kiss completely, his hands clutching at Karl's shoulders, trying to keep himself from sliding down the wall. Oh my god, I am so fucking confused... I'm not sure how much I care right now, but still.

"Love - you fucker. Love?" Karl growled out, grinding mindlessly into Viggo, as he slid his thigh between Viggo's, feeling the heat of his own hard cock stab into Viggo's hip.

Viggo moaned, pressing up against Karl, his jeans painfully tight. Was Dennis wrong? he thought fuzzily, arching up for another kiss.

Karl pulled his head back violently. "No, you don't get to kiss me. Turn." Karl spun Viggo into the wall. "Stay." He ran one hand up into Viggo's hair, scratching his nails across the scalp. Leaning over to a small table he opened a drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. Placing his mouth next to Viggo's ear he said in a low voice, "Been a while since we fucked against a wall, yeah? When was it Vig? The soundstage in Wellington? The cuntabago? Wanna go for it here?" He licked up Viggo's neck, biting at the lobe and shoved at Viggo's back as he unzipped and pushed his shorts down.

"Sounds great," Viggo rasped, shivering as Karl manhandled him. God, it had been forever since they'd indulged in... what was it Sean always called it- a bit of rough.

Karl rolled the condom on and kicked at Viggo's feet, spreading them. Reaching a hand around he scrambled at the zipper of the Viggo's pants and shoved them down roughly. Spitting in his hand, he slicked it on his fingers and then rubbing at Viggo's entrance, shoving a finger inside. He felt for the spongy nub and then stroked across it. He moved in behind Viggo and started to slam into him and then stopped. He added a second finger and stretched Viggo, spitting more he rubbed it on his cock and lined up and shoved in brutally, raising Viggo up on his toes.

Viggo cried out at the intrusion, tensing around Karl. He pressed his head against the wall, silently ordering himself to relax, his back muscles taut. Christ- nobody fucked him like Karl did.

Grunting with the effort, teeth clenched Karl shoved and thrusted as he reached and wrapped a callused fist around Viggo's length. He jerked at the man, slamming in counterpoint. "C'mon Vig, this is what we do best - this is what we are - right!" He barked out, feeling the burn slam across his nerve endings as he clenched and started the white hot pulse of orgasm. "C'mon you fucker!"
Viggo pushed back against Karl, meeting every thrust, savoring the burn, the sound of Karl growling in his ear driving him crazy. Arching his back again, he cried out as he came, pulsing over Karl's hand and against the wall, shivering from the intensity of his orgasm.

Karl lay his face against the back of Viggo's head, breathing in the warm scent of him, heart thudding and clenching in his chest - and not just from the exertion of the sex. He raised a hand and carded it through the sweat damp hair before shoving away, pulling out and snatching at his shorts. "Guest rooms down the hall, bathroom's next to it. I've got an appoint - a date. I need to go." He tugged and fastened his shorts, wiping the come from his hand distractedly and grabbing for his keys. "I'll see you." He strode toward the front door.

"You're... what?" Viggo gasped, turning around and leaning against the wall to look at Karl. "You've got no shirt, no shoes, come on your hands- hell, you've still got the condom on unless I missed something, and you're leaving... to go on a date?" Viggo looked at Karl, utterly baffled.

Karl stood up straight. "Yes!" He said emphatically and then looked down. The smears of pearly fluid across his chest where he had wiped his hand. Tilting his head he realized that yes, inside of his shorts he was indeed still wearing a condom that was currently hanging onto his now soft cock. "I have shoes there." He said and pointed, as if that explained anything. Sitting down on the couch he hung his head. "I just need to get some air, 'kay mate. I'll be back later, yeah?"

"Sure," Viggo said, still confused. "I should probably grab a shower and take a nap anyway- that plane ride's a killer. Let you get on with whatever it is you had planned. We can hook up later on." he assured him.

"Yeah - hook up - yeah, good idea." Karl clamped his fist around his keys, wiped his eyes and left, slamming the door behind him.

Viggo watched Karl walk out of the room and shrugged, heading for the shower in the back, wincing a little as he walked. "Guess Dennis was wrong after all," he murmured to himself. "Glad we worked it out anyway."

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