Nobody's Quite Like You 6

Nobody's Quite Like You

Part 6

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

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Karl stood back and stared at the glass in the picture frame. Making a harrumphing noise in his chest he swiped the cloth across it again. "Need more vinegar." He mumbled and walked into the kitchen. The gleam from the surfaces winked merrily at him. As he passed the telephone mounted on the wall his step hesitated. It hadn't rung in over a day and a half; with a snort of derision he wondered why he thought that it would the very instant that he drew next to it. Turning he stared at the phone wondering why it hadn't rang yet. He shook his head and went to the cupboard, got the bottle of vinegar and poured more in the bucket he carried. It wasn't like he waited to hear the messages that Viggo left, listening to them a few times before deleting them. Slamming the bottle on the counter top he stomped back into the living room. It didn't matter that Viggo had finally stopped calling, Karl just wondered if he was okay, and what had happened that had made him finally stop calling.

Viggo sat in the back of the cab, breathing heavily, wondering just how much he'd have to tip the driver if he threw up in the back seat. Shaking off the thought before it attempted to become a reality, he handed the fare to the driver, and got out of the car, wondering, not for the first time, just how much of an idiot he was to be doing this. Again. "I swear to Christ, Dennis, if he kills me, I'm going to come back from the grave to say I told you so," he murmured, shouldering his bag and slowly heading towards the door.

Staring at the door, Viggo wondered for a moment if he should have called first. "Too late now," he murmured, checking his pocket one last time before he reached out and pressed the doorbell.

When he heard the bell, Karl brushed his hair back and stomping to the door flung it open, words of greeting turning to ash in his mouth.

Viggo looked at Karl, going completely deer in the headlights for a few seconds before managing speech. "Hi."

Karl blinked. He swallowed and then he blinked again, and then as his eyes first widened and then narrowed to a squint he said, "what do you want?"

You. I want you. And for once I'm not talking about sex. Not just talking about sex. "Just to talk_ can I come in? Please? I'm not asking to stay_ I've got a room booked already_ just please, let me talk?"

Karl nodded and stepped back. He turned and strode into the kitchen, leaving Viggo to settle in the living room. Leaning on the counter, he took a few deep breaths, calling over his shoulder, and somehow being painfully grateful that his voice didn't shake _ or crack _ he asked, "I'm having a beer, you want one?"

"Yes. No. Yes." This really isn't a hard question, Viggo, just take the damn beer. "Yes, thank you." Idiot. Viggo was starting to get really tired of his inner voice. It was sounding way more like Dennis than he was comfortable with.

Karl walked back into the room and when he handed the beer to Viggo, he felt an almost electric shock as their fingers touched. 'No, you will not do this _ you will not let him do this.'

Moving across the room quickly, Karl sat on the couch and crossed his legs before taking a sip of his beer. "So _ good flight?"

"It was okay," Viggo said, fiddling with the label on the beer bottle. "Karl? There's a really good chance_ okay, more then just a chance, pretty much a certainty..." he sighed. "Karl, I'm an asshole."

"Not that I didn't already know that Viggo _ but why did you come seventeen hours and half way around the world to tell me that?" Karl's voice was low.

"Because I needed to say it out loud, and you needed to hear me say it. Not over the phone_ even if you had been taking my calls_ and not just to the answering machine. I owed you that at least."

'You don't owe me shit.' Karl felt the words in his mouth like a piece of greasy meat. He tried a smile on and stood. "Well, good then. You've done it, feel better? So, where you staying? I'm going to be busy for the next few days, but maybe we can get together and have dinner _ I'll call you." He said and then drained his beer, "Yeah?"

"Karl, wait," Viggo stood up, placing his beer on the table and taking a deep breath. You can do this, you chickenshit bastard. Dennis, get the FUCK out of my head! "Karl, I love you."

"Well of course you love me, we're mates _ right?" Karl said, trying to not let his legs just fucking fold under him.

"We're mates. And if that's all I get after how I messed you around, then I'll have to learn to live with that, because I fucked up." Viggo took another deep breath. "But I'm not talking about that. I'm in love with you."

And then Karl sat down. He realized that it may have been better, and much easier had he been at least within the vicinity of a chair when he sat _ but one takes what one gets. He looked up from his position on the floor and took a ragged breath. "Why Vig, why now?"

Viggo dropped to his knees in front of Karl, startled by his sudden collapse to the floor. "Because I was too stupid to see what was right in front of my face until I was hit 'round the head a good half dozen times by a crazy man."

Karl reached and smoothed the hair back off of Viggo's face, he ran his fingers through the silky strands, palm against Viggo's skull. Then he clenched his fist, snatching Viggo closer until their noses almost touched. "You _ "

Viggo leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the feel of Karl's hand running through his hair, jerking back open again, hissing as Karl tightened his fingers. "I'm sorry. I was wrong, and I'm sorry."

"You get to come in here and make declarations and I what? Suddenly have sunshine and lollipops up my arse and we live happy ever after? Or did you just want a quick fuck to get it out of your system?" He yelled into Viggo's face. "What do you want from me?"

Trying not to flinch, keeping himself still as Karl yelled at him, Viggo looked back at him. "I want you. And I'm not looking for a quick fuck."

Karl ran his fingers through Viggo's hair again, feeling his breath ghost over warm lips. "I don't know how to do _ " He broke off and closed his eyes, pulling his head back before speaking. "anything. This _ any of it. I don't know if I can believe you." His voice began to get loud. "I don't know if I want to believe you. Go home Viggo _ just go the fuck home." He scooted backwards and grappled behind him for the table edge to stand.

"No_ Karl, please_ give me a chance. I don't deserve it_ but I never hurt you on purpose," Viggo scrambled to his feet, tearing off his jacket, followed by his sweater and t_shirt, tossing them off to the side.

"What the fuck are you doing Vig? Go home!" Karl shouted, voice cracking this time as he backed until he felt the couch behind him. "Leave me alone! You don't want this _ you don't need this! Go home!"

"No_ I do need this," Viggo insisted, digging through his jacket pockets, knowing he'd checked just before he'd come in the door and_ there!

"I have condoms you fucker! Lube too! Is that what you want!" Karl screamed as he saw Viggo scrambling for something. His chest heaved and he snatched the end table drawer out and on to the floor, scattering the contents as he slumped down and covered his face with his hands, attempting to not scream.

Viggo shook his head, his heart sinking as he walked over to Karl, his hand clenching tightly around the object from his pocket. "Here," he said softly, holding it out to Karl.

Karl lowered his hands and opened his eyes _ he blinked and then looked up at Viggo. "It's _ that's a marker. Viggo, why do you have a marker? Why are you at my house with a marker?"

"Because I want you to mark me. Anything you want, anywhere you want_ no restrictions, no limits. And then I'm going to fly home and have it tattooed on." Viggo moved the marker closer.

Karl snorted out a hard laugh. "You sure you want to spend the rest of you life with fuckhead across your arse?" He asked harshly, but his eyes were soft and wide.

Without a pause, Viggo unzipped his jeans and slipped them off, his shorts following behind them, standing calmly, extending the marker again. "If that's what you want. Not playing, Karl. If that's all I get to have, then that'll do. But when I look at it, I'll remember you, and I'll remember everything that was good, as well as everything I threw away by being a blind idiot. I'm in love with you, and I want to remember how that felt for the rest of my life."

With out a word Karl snatched the marker out of Viggo's hand and spun him. He scrawled a word across Viggo's butt cheek and then raked his fingers down the strong tan back. He stood and took Viggo in his arms and slammed their mouths together, hot wet slick as a moan escaped him.

Viggo's moan echoed Karl's, kissing him hungrily, not remotely caring about what it was Karl might have just written, his arms wrapping around him, pulling his shirt out of his pants and running his fingers up along Karl's back.

Karl Shoved at Viggo's bare chest and then ripped his own shirt open pulling it off and throwing it. He pulled Viggo to him, almost hissing at the feel of the warm skin. He leaned his head and bit at the skin of Viggo's neck and then tenderly lapped at it with his tongue, continuing to lick and nip up on to his jaw and mouth.

Viggo gasped, leaning his head back, baring his neck for Karl. Keep your mouth shut, Viggo, you don't want to fuck this up and have him toss you out the door. "I love you," Viggo whispered. Do you EVER listen?

Karl pushed on Viggo's shoulders, lowering him to the floor and then knelt between his thighs. Placing his hands flat on the floor on either side of Viggo's head Karl leaned and kissed him as one hand moved to fumble at the zip of his slacks.

Viggo shifted to get comfortable, ignoring the prickle of the carpet against his bare skin, definitely ignoring the inner voice that was telling him to make sure to mention any carpet burn he received to Dennis the next time he got cheeky. He moved his hands up, unbuttoning Karl's slacks easily and lowering the zipper, his fingers sliding underneath his shorts with a sigh.

Karl wiggled and kicked at his pants, finally freeing himself from them and settling down, sliding the hard heat of his cock over Viggo's, clenching his teeth against the words crowding his throat. He rubbed his chest over Viggo's, feeling the nub of his nipples like small electric shocks as they scratched across Viggo's coppery chest hair.

Viggo writhed under his touch, gasping for breath, wanting this so badly, but needing it to be for the right reasons. Ignoring the voice screaming inside him to just shut the fuck up and go with it for the love of Christ_ Viggo licked his lips, trying desperately for coherence. "Please_ Karl, want this so badly but_ I love you_ not just... trying to get you to fuck me," he forced out, his cock throbbing against Karl's. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!

Karl stopped, he lay, cradled in Viggo's thighs, chests pressed together, his face buried in Viggo's throat _ he licked out, tasting the man under him. He spoke, voice distorted and quiet against the warm skin.

"Hmmm?" Viggo murmured, running his fingers through Karl's hair, scared out of his mind, but needing to hear anyway.

Karl ground down savagely, sucking a mouthful of skin between his lips before releasing it and shifting his arms under Viggo's shoulders, lifting him slightly. Karl raised his head and fixed his dark gaze on a stormy blue one. "I want to hate you." He said and then softly placed a kiss on Viggo's moist red lips. "Or at least not love you with every bloody part of my heart and body, but I can't. I love you _ you stupid bastard _ I love you."

"Really?" Viggo couldn't help but whisper. "Dickhead and all_ you do?"

"Yeah mate, I do." Karl said quietly and kissed Viggo again. He ran his hands down Viggo's side, enjoying the shift and movement of lean muscles under warm skin. He moved and licked across a peak of nipple, worrying it with his teeth and then licking it again.

"Oh god," Viggo breathed, hardly able to believe it, shivering with every touch. "Thank you_ just_ oh fuck," he moaned, his hard_won coherence disappearing completely.

Karl laughed, a soft huffing sound. He sat up and scrabbled through the debris from the dumped drawer, holding up a condom and lube he said. "So, I've never fucked a man that was in love with me, you game?" He grinned happily.

Viggo groaned in complaint as Karl moved away, raising himself up on his elbows with a wide grin. "Yes. Anywhere you want, anyway you want, yes."

Karl rolled on the condom and squeezed out a glob of lube, smearing it on his throbbing cock and then reaching to stroke Viggo's entrance, rubbing and pushing gently. "I'd like to make this all flowers and harp music, but right now I just want to feel you around me _ and _ and I want to kiss you _ while I'm inside of you, please?" He asked softly, pushing two fingers into Viggo, working him as he spoke.

"Fuck flowers, fuck harp music, fuck all of that_ just fuck me," Viggo groaned, flopping back down against the carpet and arching his back, lifting his ass in the air. He reached his hand out, letting his fingers brush against Karl's lips, his voice softer, but no less desperate. "Please?"

Karl grabbed the base of his aching cock and positioned himself. As he slowly pushed in, feeling the muscle relax and let him slid inside, Karl leaned over and kissed Viggo, murmuring constantly. "Love you, love you, always, my love, mine, love you." He then began to move within the tight heat of Viggo's body.

Viggo's throat felt tight, listening to Karl's voice as he slowly filled him. "Love you too_ love you_" he cut off, gasping and shifting his legs wide. "Karl. Love you, Karl."

Seized with a joy that felt like it had been choking him Karl laughed into Viggo's mouth. He pistioned his hips, snapping into Viggo, their lips never fully parting as he continued to whisper words of love. Finally he begins to thrust harder, sweat sheening the clenched muscles of his back and ass. He wrapped his, still lube coated hand around Viggo's cock, sliding it roughly he begin to buck and whimper against the panting mouth below him.. "C'mon Vig, come for me _ with me."

Viggo shuddered, managing to hold on a few more moments, basking in the sensation of being fucked by his lover_ his lover_ not just his friend. Past the point of endurance, he arched up again, tightening around Karl's cock as he thrust into his slick hand, Karl's name on his lips as he came.

As Karl heard Viggo say his name a cry erupted from him and he threw his head back and roared as his orgasm shot across his body. His muscles quivered as he relaxed down, patting and rubbing at Viggo's hips and thighs as he pulled out gently and rolled to the side to dispose of the condom. Turning back to Viggo he laid his cheek against his sweat damp shoulder. "Glad I vacuumed today." He sighed out.

Viggo tried to raise his head and look around the room, giving up midway. "It is... unspeakably clean in here. Have you always been this neat?"

"Only when I'm obsessing about dickheads." He said smiling. "I'm sure I'll get over it _ the cleaning _ not the obsessing." Karl pulled Viggo closer and kissed his shoulder. "I love you."

"Well, my version of obsessing is likely to take a hazardous materials clean up team to sort out... especially after what Dennis did to my kitchen," Viggo sighed, wriggling closer. "I love you too."

Karl held his Viggo, chuckling softly. "Well I do love you _ but I'm not cleaning up after that nutter." He kissed Viggo's neck, licking up to his jaw.

"Wouldn't dream of making you," Viggo assured him, falling silent for a few moments, just enjoying being held by Karl. Suddenly he frowned. "Um, Karl?"

"Un huh?" Karl murmured, eyes growing heavy.

"Does it say 'fuckhead' on my ass? Because I'm still getting the tattoo, but I'd really like to know, and I don't want to get up to check."

Karl chuckled. "No it doesn't."

"Dickhead?"

"Un uh."

"Wanker? Cunt_ which would really be difficult to explain if I ever have to have makeup covering it up for a scene in a film, I have to admit."

"Nope." Karl said, shuffling closer and humming into Viggo's ear.

"Are you gonna make me get up and check? C'mon, Karl_ what did you write?"

Karl leaned up, looking down at Viggo. He studied him for a second, a soft sweet smile on his face. "It says Mine, Viggo. It just says mine."

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