Blackmail

Blackmail

Posted: March 31, 2006
Title: Blackmail
Author: Lostiawen
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Viggo with Karl watching
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Warnings: AU, PWP, corrupt!Viggo and Karl, simulated non-con, voyeurism, wanking, tongues meet surfaces.
Author's Notes: Yet again, this is another one of my short PWP's that grew into a long monster. *sighs* One of these days, I'll write a short PWP, honest. And this actually has more plot than I originally intended. Which is why the polishing took so long.

Summary: Two corrupt cops decide to have their way with a rentboy.

*****

"One thing I love about working vice is the free eye candy I get every day," Viggo said as he turned his car onto Hollywood Boulevard.

"Free eye candy? You mean the free ass that we get from shaking down the fresh meat," Karl replied. He and Viggo had been in Vice for several years, and neither of them was above exploiting their positions to get some extra action. On the other hand, Karl couldn't think of anyone on their department who didn't have his fingers in some dirty little racket.

Viggo grunted in disapproval. "Not anymore. You know that we have to keep our noses clean because Dave got busted."

Karl sighed. Dave was reckless as hell, and he screwed things up for everyone when he was caught buggering an underage rentboy in a public bathroom. The media had pounced on this tidbit and rode it for all it was worth, since bashing on the LAPD was always a guaranteed sell.

Incensed, Mayor Sean Bean had vowed to "clean up the department by all means possible," which meant that Viggo and Karl had to put a stop to their usual activities. No more helping themselves to the evidence from drug busts, no more boozing while they were on duty; and there was no way they could indulge in their number one favorite -- shagging the prettiest hustlers.

"Fucking Dave. Ruining everything for the rest of us," Karl growled. "But it's not as bad as you think, Vig."

"Right. The only thing that could be worst is having Sean in our backseat right now."

Karl smiled. He hadn't told Viggo yet about the fantastic news he received this morning because he was waiting for the right moment. "Stop with the cynical shit. I have it covered."

"And Liberace was just looking for the right girl. I've had enough fairy tales for today, Karl."

Karl was about to give a witty retort, but the words died in his mouth when he spotted the slim figure leaning against a building. The hustler had a mop of chestnut curls topping a high cheekboned, almost delicate face. Wide, soulful brown eyes completed the picture, making him look impossibly young.

The tempting picture didn't stop there. He wore jeans that were so tight that it looked like the material was fused with his soft hairless skin. They rode low on his hips, and the mesh t-shirt he wore skimmed the top of his belly, emphasizing a sculpted midriff emblazoned with a sun tattoo.

Karl whistled. "Man, he must be new. I'd *definitely* remember if he'd been here before."

"Mmm, let's see how fresh that tender young thing is." As they pulled closer, Viggo raked his eyes over the willowy form and groaned in frustration. "Fucking Bean...all I can do is window shop."

"Look man, I have it covered."

"Bullshit," Viggo replied.

Karl was about to elaborate but Viggo had stopped the car and rolled down the window.
The rentboy strolled up, his hips swaying provocatively from side to side as he approached them. Once he had reached the door, he leaned over, sticking his pert little arse up into the air.

"Looking for a good time?" he purred in a low voice with a distinct Brit accent.

Viggo licked his lips and said, "It depends...what did you have in mind?"

"You're not a cop, are you?" the rentboy asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Karl bit his lip to avoid laughing. He couldn't believe the hustler fell for that urban legend.

"Nope," Viggo replied without losing his cool.

The tenseness left the boy's muscles and he smiled again. "Well, then -- I can do a handjob for twenty, a blowjob is thirty, and a straight fuck is forty. If you want any kink on top of it, it'll cost you."

"No kink," Viggo said, getting out of the car. He smiled warmly before he reached into his jeans pocket to pull out his badge. "But you're under arrest for soliciting."

The hustler's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "What??? But Dom told me that if I asked you..."

"Common misconception. Undercover police are under no obligation to answer that question." He pulled the hustler's arms behind his back and fastened a pair of handcuffs on him. "You have the right to remain silent..."

As Viggo droned on, reciting the Miranda Rights, Karl heard the rentboy muttering, "I'm going to fucking kill him."

***

The hustler slouched down in the seat placed in front of Viggo's desk, glowering for all he was worth. He had turned on the Silent Treatment after Viggo had guided him into the backseat, and had remained tight-lipped since then. Even Desk Sergeant Sinclair's barbs about the staggering amount of condoms and lube in the rentboy's pockets failed to break the wall of silence.

Karl squatted down in front of the boy and said, "You know, that attitude isn't going to get you anywhere. You should just play along and make this as painless as possible."

An upraised finger was the only reply the rentboy deigned to give him. Karl was unfazed. He'd seen it all before - the whores acted tough until you leaned on them.

"Fine," Karl said with a shrug before he walked over to his desk and sat down. "It's your funeral. Vig, since Brown Eyes here is being so stroppy, do you want to do the honors?"

"Sure." Viggo clicked on his mouse a few times. "Name?"

When his question wasn't answered, Viggo put his hands on the desk and leaned forward. His blue eyes sparked with anger. "You know, if you keep this up, that's considered resisting arrest. I have no trouble slapping on as many charges as I want if you keep up the stubborn act. So, let's start from the beginning...Name?"

The rentboy mumbled, " Orlando."

"Louder. And full name, please."

Orlando rolled his eyes. " Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom."

"That's quite a mouthful for such a skinny little thing like yourself," Viggo replied.

Orlando glanced down at the nameplate in front of him. "Fuck off. What kind of a name is Viggo Mortensen?"

"That's Detective Mortensen, kid."

"I'm not a kid," Orlando retorted. "I just turned 20."

"Right...got any ID to prove it?"

Orlando said dryly, "Of course...I carry it all the time, so that my johns can track me down by picking my pocket. Fuck, don't you have any common sense? Or are you as daft as the rest of LAPD?"

Viggo frowned and resumed typing. "All right, sweetheart, I just added harassing an officer to your rap sheet. Go ahead and keep this up, I'm sure the INS would love to hear about how you're abusing your visa privileges."

Mention of immigration caused Orlando's surly attitude to evaporate. Every muscle in his willowy body tensed up. "I'm legal!"

Bingo, Karl thought, now we've got him. He decided to go in for the kill. "Let me guess, no one handed you a clue when you were born because your older brother had cleaned out the stores. Legal, my arse. Where's your green card?"

"Um...someone stole my wallet, and like, my papers were in it?" Orlando said. He was now vibrating in the chair and looked very agitated.

Viggo sighed, "You know, I almost wish I worked with INS just so that I could deport you right now for that lame excuse."

"Oh my God! You can't! Please! I came here to have a go at Hollywood! My mum will have a heart attack if I'm sent back for prostitution!"

Viggo crossed his arms in front of him. "Tough shit. You're not the first actor to have washed out. And it's not my problem if you decided to hustle instead of doing something legitimate."

Desperation flickered across Orlando's face at Viggo's words. Panicking, he leaned over and grabbed both of Viggo's hands in his own. "Please! I'll make it worth your while! I've been on the street before I started doing this, and I've seen lots of stuff. I might have some useful information. Come on, man...give me a break."

His brown eyes were so vulnerable looking that Karl felt a twinge of pity. Pity for the sore arse that Orlando was about to have. Viggo was always very thorough when he extracted payment.

To Karl's surprise, Viggo rubbed the back of his neck and said, "I don't take bribes."

Unfucking-believable. Viggo had never turned down the opportunity to shag some pretty young thing before. His partner definitely needed some straightening out. Karl rose from his desk, intending to give Viggo a stern talking to.

He was startled when Orlando flung himself out of his chair moments afterward, pressing the length of his slim body fully against Karl's own.

"Come on man, have some mercy!" he pleaded, looking up with that sad puppy dog gaze. Of course, that wasn't the part of Orlando that Karl was reacting to. His cock jumped to attention, and it took an immense amount of willpower on his part to not bend Orlando over his desk right then and there.

"I told you, we don't take bribes," Viggo said in a gruff voice, peeling Orlando off and depositing him back into the chair.

As soon as that tempting body was removed, the haze cleared from Karl's brain. He blinked a few times while he tried to process what Viggo had just said. No, he heard right. Viggo was turning down the poster boy for fuckability.

Enough was enough. Karl grabbed his partner and hauled him into an empty office.

"Karl, what the fuck?" Viggo said in surprise while Karl pulled the door closed.

"Look, man. I wasn't kidding when I said I had it covered. Check these out."

He pulled a small envelope from the inner pocket in his jacket and nudged Viggo's hand with the edge. Viggo cocked an eyebrow upward before he took it and popped it open. He looked at Karl with a quizzical expression when he saw the small stack of glossy 5"x7" photos.

"Go on," Karl said.

"Wow," Viggo whistled after he pulled the first picture out. "Never expected By the Book Bean to be the meat in a spitroast. And here I was, thinking that he was straighter than a ruler."

"Yeah, the wanker had everyone fooled. Which is why these things are pure gold."

"How did you get a hold of this?"

Karl grinned. "Trade secret. Bean's willing to do anything to keep these babies from getting out, so I told him last week to call off the investigation. He finally agreed this morning."

Viggo was completely flabbergasted. "I fucking don't know what to say, Karl."

Karl patted Viggo on the back. "How about, 'thank you for the fantastic shag I'm about to have?' I'll liberate some of Orlando's stash from Harry, since I'm betting that you'll be busy all afternoon."

"Oh no...I wouldn't be able to do this without you. I'm going to use the interrogation room, and you're going to sit in the observation booth. I know how much you like to watch."

Karl's cock strained against his jeans as his fertile imagination came up with some very attractive scenarios, all of them involving Viggo banging the stuffing out of Orlando.

"Christ...you're the best partner ever, Vig."

Viggo gave Karl's shoulder a firm squeeze. "Let me pay a visit to Harry, first, and then I'll give you enough material to fantasize about for the next month."

"Will you take my first born child?" Karl replied with a smile.

"You can keep him. The one I have is bad enough," Viggo said.

***

Karl took a seat in the booth, which was adjacent to the interrogation room. A low wall with a huge, soundproof, one-way mirror was the only thing separating both areas, allowing people to look in without being seen or heard.

Reaching forward, Karl pushed a button to activate the speakers that would enable him to listen in on what was being said in the next room. A few moments later, Viggo came in, hauling Orlando behind him. Without any hesitation, Viggo closed and locked the door behind them.

"Tell me again why I shouldn't turn you over to the INS," he growled. "And don't give me that line about having information. You haven't been around long enough to know shit from shinola."

Karl grinned. Viggo was such a bastard. He loved making the hustlers beg before he fucked them seven ways from Sunday.

Orlando clutched Viggo's shirt in his hands. "Please! I just *can't* be deported, man! I'll do anything!"

A wicked smile touched Viggo's lips. "Anything?" he purred.

When he received a shaky nod in response, Viggo wound his fingers in Orlando's curls and pushed the trembling boy to his knees. They had their sides towards the mirror, giving Karl a perfect view of the action.

"Show me how good you are with that mouth of yours," Viggo said in a husky voice.

"Oh yeah," Karl moaned, feeling his cock harden in anticipation.

Orlando lowered his eyes before he stretched forward, grabbing the tab of Viggo's zipper with his teeth. He kept his gaze downcast as he pulled it down slowly, drawing out the moment as much as possible.

"That's it, you whore," Viggo murmured. "Suck me."

Obeying the raspy command, Orlando wrapped his hands around the other man's knees. Amazement flickered in the sable depths of his eyes for a brief moment when he saw that Viggo had gone commando, but it disappeared when his hair was tugged again, urging him to get to business.

He buried his face in Viggo's crotch, his tongue rolling and darting around, easing Viggo's hardening cock upward until he could wrap his lips around the head. He then worked Viggo's shaft out, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on the head.

Viggo bucked forward and Orlando responded by pulling off and swiping his tongue along the underside of the thick shaft; pausing at the tip for a second before he swooped down, taking half of Viggo's dick into his mouth.

Karl saw Viggo's fists clench in frustration, and he knew that Viggo was holding out, trying to keep himself in check because it was that much sweeter when he finally snapped.

Orlando was making it difficult as hell, though. Especially with the lewd slurping noises he was making while he sucked Viggo off. His eyes had turned black with desire and he gazed at Viggo from underneath his long eyelashes while he teased him.

The straw that broke the camel's back occurred when Orlando pulled back, letting a thin, silvery thread of pre-come stretch from his lip to Viggo's cock. His control gone, Viggo growled and plunged forward, sinking his entire length into Orlando's mouth in one go. Orlando made a small muffled squeak of surprise, but there was no other complaint.

"Damn," Karl groaned at Orlando's absence of any gag reflex. He unzipped his trousers and reached in, imagining what that talented mouth would feel like around his throbbing dick.

"Mmm, so hot and wet," Viggo breathed, fingers tightening in Orlando's hair before he began to thrust hard. Orlando's lips relaxed and he let Viggo fuck his face, whimpering as the cop used him for his pleasure.

Karl almost went into overload at the sight of Viggo's glistening cock sawing in and out of that luscious mouth. That, coupled with Orlando's soft cries almost caused Karl to lose it.

"Christ," he groaned, squeezing the base of his shaft as hard as he could in order to stave off his orgasm. He watched in rapt fascination as Viggo's hips pumped; his arse flexing as he buried himself deep in Orlando's throat. His body started to stiffen, and Karl worried that the show would end prematurely.

To his relief, Viggo let out a shaky breath and stopped. Orlando looked puzzled when Viggo pulled out with a loud pop.

"Enough," Viggo barked. "Stand up and strip."

The haze of lust had faded from Orlando's features, and he looked uncertain as he rose up on shaky legs. His eyes flicked down to the floor again as he pulled his t-shirt off; blushing as he revealed a smooth, boyish chest topped with large nipples.

"Nice," Viggo said. "Now, the rest."

Orlando's long fingers were quivering as he reached down and popped open the button on his jeans, revealing that he had gone commando.

"Come on, give it up," Viggo growled.

With reluctance, Orlando kicked off his shoes and socks before he unzipped, his cheeks turning crimson. Apparently, he was taking far too long, because Viggo made an impatient noise before he reached forward, yanking Orlando's jeans down. Karl's cock twitched when the last bit of clothing came off. The boy was just as sexy as he had imagined.

"Um...I can't do this," Orlando said in a tiny voice. He put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Please, just let me go."

Viggo's blue eyes turned cold and hard. "Bullshit," he said before he pounced on Orlando, pinning the other man's slim arms behind his back.

"No, I don't want this!" Orlando protested, wriggling in Viggo's grasp. His body told another story, however. Karl grinned when he saw Orlando's cock fill and harden almost instantaneously.

He licked his lips. The ones that kicked up a fuss even though they were really gagging for it never failed to get Viggo hot as hell. Orlando was in for a hell of a fuck.

"Right," Viggo growled, lifting his leg so that his thigh could press against Orlando's cock. "That's why you're hard enough to drive nails through a board."

He flexed his muscles, causing Orlando to bite his lip and shiver. Pressing his advantage, Viggo leaned closer, brushing his lips against Orlando's slender neck.

"Tell me what you want," Viggo purred, nipping at the sensitive flesh.

"Let me go," Orlando whispered, almost too low for Karl to hear.

"Not a chance," Viggo replied in a deep rumble, shifting his thigh so that his denim-clad leg rubbed against Orlando's cock.

Orlando's struggles began to weaken, and Viggo seized upon that moment to align their crotches together. He rocked his hips forward, murmuring, "Tell me..."

A protest started to form on Orlando's lips, but it faded into a gasp before he could voice it. His muscles seemed to have lost strength, and he became boneless in Viggo's arms. Confusion and desire warred across his delicate face, and he made one last weak attempt to push Viggo away. Viggo could not be dissuaded, though, and he slid down, wrapping his tongue around one of Orlando's nipples.

"Oh God!" Orlando cried out as Viggo teased the dusky flesh into a hard peak. He started grinding against Viggo, trying to get more contact. Karl smirked - the boy was cracking, it wouldn't be long now.

Viggo pulled away for a brief moment. "What do you want?" he rasped.

"I...I need your cock," Orlando replied, looking at Viggo with a soft, vulnerable expression.

Grinning in triumph, Viggo edged Orlando closer to the mirror, spinning him around to face it before roughly bending him over. Orlando squeaked in surprise, but Viggo ignored him. He was preoccupied, using his free hand to fumble around inside his pocket.

"Where is it...ah!" he said in triumph, pulling out a small packet of lube. He ripped it open with his teeth and squeezed a dollop over his fingers.

"You probably don't need much, but I don't think you've done enough begging," Viggo said as he slid a digit into Orlando's hole.

Orlando's eyes immediately fluttered closed and he moaned deep in his throat. His back arched, and he braced his hands against the mirror, pushing back in sync with Viggo's fingers.

"Please," he whimpered, the need in his voice sending a bolt of lust straight to Karl's dick. Groaning, Karl began to stroke himself again.

"You whores are all alike," Viggo chuckled. "Can't wait to have some nice thick meat jammed up your ass."

Orlando nodded and started to gyrate his slim hips, trying to drive Viggo's fingers deeper inside of him. However, Viggo Orlando get any more stimulation -- he pulled his fingers out, snorting when he heard a whinge of protest.

"Shut up. You'll get what you want soon enough," Viggo said before he pulled a condom out and shoved his jeans down to his ankles.

While Viggo was ripping the packet open, Orlando reached down and wrapped his long fingers around his dick. He began to thrust forward, moaning softly as he rocked in and out of the tunnel formed by his hand.

"Christ," Karl said, reaching down to cup his bollocks. The booth faded from his awareness, and all he could focus on was the sight of Orlando humping his fist until he worked himself into a frenzy. Viggo's laugh broke through the lusty fog surrounding Karl's mind.

"Can't even wait two seconds," Viggo said, slapping Orlando's hand away. "Should I just let you jack off?"

"No," Orlando whimpered.

"Then keep your hands to yourself," Viggo growled. He positioned himself behind Orlando and nudged him with his latex sheathed cock. "So, what do you want, slut?"

Orlando rotated his hips in a provocative fashion. "Please, Detective Mortensen...I want your cock in me..."

His pleas were cut off by Viggo plunging into him with a single hard thrust. The force pushed his chest against the glass and he cried out, quivering as Viggo hammered into him.

Karl almost exploded at that point. Orlando was quite a sight -- hands leaving sweaty imprints on the mirror as he braced himself against Viggo's punishing strokes; punishing strokes; eyelashes fluttering whenever Viggo plunged forward, sinking deep inside of him. Moisture welled out from the head of Orlando's cock and smeared against the mirror, painting small trails as Viggo's thrusts shook his body.

"More, please..." Orlando panted out. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he looked over his shoulder with a plaintive expression. "Give it to me as hard as you can."

With a wicked grin, Viggo snapped his pelvis forward, the force almost slamming Orlando's lithe body through the glass.

"Yes!" Orlando wailed. His nipples had furled into hard points, and they rubbed against the cold surface, tempting Karl to wrap his mouth around them.

"Cock hungry slut," Viggo rasped. Karl smiled, he could tell by the growl in his partner's voice that he wasn't going to hold back any longer.

Eyes darkening, Viggo's fingers dug into Orlando's hips before he pounded away. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and Orlando's enthusiastic cries of pleasure filled the observation booth.
Karl moaned as he tugged on his erection, matching Viggo's speed. Whenever he felt himself getting too close, he stopped touching himself, even though he felt like his bollocks were turning purple. He didn't want to miss any bit of this, and he knew from experience that it would be worth the wait.

Viggo's thrusts were now getting jerky, and he paused before he jabbed Orlando rapidly, his breath escaping in shallow pants. With a final shout, he threw his head back and slammed forward, yelling out obscenities as he came.

Orlando whimpered as Viggo bucked into him. He looked like he was ready to combust -- every muscle was trembling and taut, and the skin over the head of his engorged cock was stretched tight. Viggo grunted once more and then slumped down, exhausted.

"Please..." Orlando whispered, moaning as Viggo pulled out. He let out a soft cry when Viggo reached down, closing a fist around his cock. The muscles in Viggo's other arm flexed as he wrapped it around Orlando, pulling the willowy body back against his chest.

"Come for me," Viggo said in a husky voice, tugging hard. "I want to see you spray the mirror."

The last phrase was spoken in tones dripping with pure sin, and it drove Orlando over the edge. He screamed and arched back, his cock jumping as he splattered the glass with an impressive amount of come. His legs appeared to collapse underneath him, but Viggo kept Orlando braced, pumping his dick as he rode out his orgasm until he had no more to give.

"Very good," Viggo purred before he raised his hand to Orlando's lips. Without protesting, Orlando sucked his release off of Viggo's fingers.

When he finished, Viggo tangled his hand in Orlando's hair and pushed him down to his knees. "You're not done. Clean up all of your mess," he growled.

Whimpering softly, Orlando's tongue flickered out, lapping up the white liquid with long, decadent sweeps.

It was too much for Karl. "Fuck!" he screamed, arching up as he orgasmed, spurting onto his fingers and shirt.

By the time his head stopped spinning, he noticed that Orlando had his clothes back on, and Viggo was tucking his now bare cock back into his trousers.

"You need to charge more, sweetheart. You're one of the best fucks I've ever had," Viggo said as he zipped up. He tucked his shirt in and opened up the door to the interrogation room. "You're free to go now."

Orlando looked at Viggo with those damn puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure?"

Viggo's eyebrow cocked upward. "Yeah...I have sufficient cause to not turn you in."

A wicked gleam sparkled in Orlando's eyes as he sashayed up to Viggo, swaying his hips provocatively. "I don't know, Detective Mortensen...an illegal alien like myself really should get a...thorough interrogation." He ran a finger down Viggo's chest. "You know, the type that needs to be done in private with your smashing partner?"

Viggo's nostrils flared in response. "Get your stuff from the desk sergeant. I need to talk to Karl first."

Orlando winked and trotted out, blowing Viggo a kiss as he left.

"Cheeky," Karl said, shaking his head. Orlando was going to be disappointed -- Karl and Viggo had worked out a long time ago that whoever had the first fuck also got to keep their piece of ass for the night.

Karl wasn't sure he heard right. "What?"

"I said, 'your turn'. God, are you going deaf?"

"Wanker, I heard you. This isn't the usual...are you sure?"

"Hey, you deserve a reward for getting Sean off my ass. But I expect you to tell me every single detail tomorrow morning while we're on patrol."

Karl clapped Viggo on the shoulder. "Trust me, you'll get an earful."

***
Dawn was just breaking when Karl finally fell asleep. Orlando stretched like a cat, popping his back and smiling at the pleasant tingle in his arse. It had been a while since he had been shagged all night long, but Karl was more than up to the task.

"Mmm, you should bottle that sex drive, mate. You'd make a fortune," Orlando said with amusement before he slipped out of the bed. He hissed when his arse scraped against the sheets, the tender flesh was still red from the spanking he had received during the course of the evening.

Keeping an eye on Karl, Orlando padded around the room, trying to figure out which of the clothes flung over various bits of furniture belonged to him. After a bit of searching, he spied Karl's jacket dangling over a chair.

Orlando's eyes flicked over to Karl's sleeping form as he edged closer to the chair, alert for the slightest change. Nothing happened except for a gradual increase in the loudness of Karl's snores.

Convinced that Karl was dead to the world, Orlando reached into the jacket pocket and pulled an envelope out. He had felt it when he had pressed his body against Karl's, and he was curious to see what was inside.

"Jackpot," he said under breath when he saw the contents. He couldn't leave yet, though. The pictures were worth quite a bit, but he knew that he didn't have any leverage without the negatives.

Orlando crept back into the bedroom and rummaged around the top drawer of Karl's dresser, disappointed when he came up empty. The only other hiding place he could think of was between the mattresses, and he couldn't look there while Karl was still on the bed.

"If I were Karl, where would I hide something?" he thought to himself. He glanced around the flat, noticing the typical bachelor mess. Typical except for the fact that the pictures on the wall were immaculate -- not a spot of dust on them.

That was odd. Dusting was the last thing a bloke would do. A hunch hit Orlando, and he tiptoed out into the living room, heading straight for the one that was taken on the day Karl graduated from the Police Academy. He lifted it gently off the nail, setting it down on the carpet. He worked the backing off, and his face split into a broad grin when he saw the small strips of film resting on top of the white photo paper.

"You cops are just too easy," he murmured as he put the negatives into the envelope containing the pictures.

He made sure Karl was still sleeping while he slipped into his clothes. He picked up his shoes and crept quietly up to the door, unlatching it with minimal noise before he let himself out.

Orlando walked to the kerb, savoring the crisp morning air for a few moments before he used his mobile to call for a taxi. Since it was early still, he didn't have to wait long before he was picked up.

After giving the cabbie directions, Orlando settled down watching the landscape flash by until he saw the familiar sights of West Hollywood. The taxi pulled up to his house soon after, and Orlando left the driver a generous tip.

As he closed his front door behind him, the sound of loud barking and doggy toenails scratching the glass greeted him.

Orlando chuckled at Sidi's impatience. "Jesus luv, don't get your knickers in a twist. You know that you can't be left alone in the house without proper supervision."

Sidi barked and whinged, giving Orlando his best sad-eyed look.

"All right, all right...just a minute..." Orlando said while he unlocked the sliding glass door. He had barely opened it when Sidi pushed through and bowled him over. He giggled and wrestled with his pet, enjoying the onslaught of sloppy dog kisses.

"Awww, you missed Daddy, didn't you?" he cooed, ruffling Sidi's ears. Sidi barked in reply, nosing Orlando again before he gave him another pitiful look.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...you're starving because no one ever feeds you, you big git." Orlando pushed Sidi gently off of him. "You realize that if you actually let me get to the fridge instead of knocking me down first thing, you'd get your breakfast immediately?"

Sidi wagged his tail in reply.

"No, I didn't think so...Come on, let's get you fed." He went to the fridge and pulled out a tin of food, trying to avoid the jumping Dog Missile that was intent on tripping him. He somehow managed to avoid Sidi while he opened the tin and plopped the wet contents in the dog dish.

While Sidi was happily scarfing down his food, Orlando murmured, "Okay, that's taken care of. What else needs my attention?" He looked over at his answering machine, and noticed that the light was blinking.

"Only two calls? Shite, no one loves me," he said before he pressed the button.

A loud beep sounded, and a computerized voice announced that a message had been left about an hour after he took off for the Boulevard.

" Orlando? It's Dom. If you need to do another shopping trip, I'll be happy to help you pick out something else to grab Viggo's attention."

Good old Dom, Orlando thought. He was the one who gave him the dirt on Viggo and Karl. Specifically, that they liked young, pretty boys; especially the ones that were borderline jailbait. Thanking the fact that he looked much younger than his twenty five years, Orlando scribbled a note to call Dom and arrange an expensive dinner.

The machine continued playing, beeping before it announced that the next message had just been left a mere ten minutes ago. "Hi Orlando, it's Sean. Just wondering how you're doing on that job I hired you for. Give me a call, yeah?"

No rest for the weary, Orlando thought as he picked up his phone. He knew that
Sean would badger him if he didn't ring him up right away. His fingers flew over the buttons, dialing a number that only he had access to.

"Hello?" Sean replied.

"You're an impatient cunt. It's been what, only a couple of days since you asked me?"

He heard a warm chuckle in reply. "And you're the best PI in the business, Orli. You should have results by now."

Orlando rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah...I have your fucking pictures." He shook his head at what a doddle this one was. Of course, he didn't really telegraph to Karl that he was using his No Hands Frisk method. "By the way, I didn't know you could swallow that much in one go. That guy was built like a beer can."

Sean growled, "Fuck off, you wanker. I could have your hide for that comment."

"Uh huh. And how many times have I cleaned up after your messes? Remember how you almost got caught crawling around in that club wearing just a dog collar..."

"Shut it. You can pick up your regular fee today, plus the usual bonuses and perks."

At the sound of perks, Orlando licked his lips. "Aces. I just finished the last of that Cristal from the bathhouse job."

"I'll give you a whole case and I'll pay whatever you want on top of that if you could figure out some way to give Urban the shaft."

"I dunno man, that may be too rich for your blood."

"No...the sky's the limit as far as I'm concerned. Think about it, Orli," he said before he hung up.

Orlando smiled as he put the phone back in its cradle. Technically speaking, he could have talked his way out of Viggo's lame blackmail attempt, but once Orlando saw the two cops, there was no way he was going to pass up on a prime shagging opportunity.

He also was quite sure that the two of them would be tearing the Boulevard apart, looking for him. Not that he was in any danger if they tracked him down -- according to Dom, they talked a lot of smack, but they've never actually hurt anyone.

He wondered what Dom's reaction would be if he added the observation that Viggo and Karl had a big kink for non-consensual sex. It was a last minute hunch, but Orlando sensed that they would get off on the power trip. And God, were the results were worth it. He couldn't believe how much of a sexual monster Viggo had become when he started resisting.

Orlando sighed in regret. It was too bad that his job was done; the two cops were fantastic in bed and he was quite sure that after a few puppy dog eyes, they'd be putty in his hands....

A flash of inspiration suddenly hit him, one which would kill two birds with one stone. If he let himself be "caught"...Viggo and Karl would probably want to punish him...his mouth watered at the prospect of a knock-down, drag-out wrestling match, ending with both cops fucking him until he couldn't remember his own name.

Oh yeah...that was the ticket. Especially since he was sure that he could pay Billy to take some choice photos of the action. Orlando whistled happily to himself as he picked up the phone, looking forward to what was going to be a great evening.

*****

THE END

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