Morning After
CHARACTERS: Viggo and Aeneas
WHEN: December 18th, the morning after Saturnalia Party
WHERE: Aeneas' home
WHAT: The morning after drunken adventures, Aeneas and Viggo have to deal with each other
RATING: PG-13 to be safe
After everyone else had gone home, Aeneas had finally gone back to bed. He could have easily left the 'morning after' at an arms distance and slept in the master bedroom, but he had promised Viggo that he'd stay with him. So when the sun poked through the blinds, it was next to the little albino that Aeneas woke up.
"Mnfh..." The older man sat up, careful not to disturb Viggo too much. Stretching, he slid out of bed; his bedhead and semi-nude state could be fixed later. Right now it was time for some breakfast.
Viggo shifted in the bed beside the man. He was far from ready to get up. The small icelandic albino shifted into the abandoned warm spot the large man had left behind in his determination to rise.
The pale youth was still very much asleep, at least for the moment, simply shifting to regain the comfort that had been lost upon the old man leaving the bed.
Still only in his boxers, Aeneas paused for a moment to look down at the sleeping Viggo. Asleep, with no irritation or biting to mar his features, the young man was truly too cute for his own good.
"Well...obviously," he murmured to himself, remembering what had transpired the night before. He'd tried his best to hold back, he really had. But Viggo had done all but grab--no, he'd done that too.
Still trying to remain quiet, Aeneas slid out of the guest bedroom and closed the door.
Just a short while later the young albino woke to find himself alone. Confused and hungover he sat up clinging the sheet over himself. He felt deathly exposed in simply his boxers. From the previous night he remembered working briefly, and drinking upon a wager by his boss...but what else.
As the revelation as to why he was naked struck him he rushed out of the bed, nearly faceplanting the wall as his feet became tangled in the sheet. Luckily he caught himself, or he might have left further scathed than just mentally.
He chose to risk peeking out of the previously closed door, wondering just where he had ended up. The only place he had known in the home had been the entrance way and the main room, and he certainly wasn't there.
Aeneas was currently at the other end of the home, cooking two huge omlettes in his slippers and boxer shorts. He was humming to himself quietly when he heard some frantic thumping from down the hall. It looked like Viggo had finally woken up. And from the frantic sounds, it didn't look like he liked what he remembered.
"Down here in the kitchen!" he called, flipping over the omlettes.
Viggo put his hands over his face. He had once again gone a terrible shade of red. This wasn't good, how could this ever be good. Oh god! What if others had noticed them, what if gossip had ensued.
He slightly felt like crying as he grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, which happened to be the shirt that he had been nearly forced into the previous night. As he slipped it on he decided to find the nearest bathroom to clean up in, calling out forcefully as he entered the hall.
"I'm..I'm going to shower!" He called in return, darting into the bathroom as he realized that was the door he had just passed on his right.
"Alright!" Aeneas called back. He finished making the omlettes, caching just a glimpse of the young man out of the corner of his eye. From what he'd seen, it had been a flurry of white and red blushing. No, Viggo definitely wasn't going to be a calm, cool morning after. "Let me know if you can't find anything!" he called, remembering in the back of his head that that was also the room that Feliciano and Gilbert had had sex in...with the state that Viggo was in, right now might not be the best time to remind him of that.
Viggo spent a good amount of time in the bathroom, not making a peep. Either he was having no problem at all, or he simply didn't want to bother his host after such a night. However, after a good ten minutes had passed there was a soft thudding, caused by the albino cursing quietly to himself and thumping his forehead and fist against the shower wall.
His head was swimming, his body was sore, and he had really, really fucked up. With a mind full of regret and guilt the albino stepped from the shower, dried off, and slipped back in to the only articles of clothing he had found that morning. After being sure to fix his hair in the mirror, and trying to look as presentable as one possible could on boxers and a to-long dress shirt, he dared to leave the safety of the bathroom.
When Viggo exited the room, Aeneas was busy at work putting breakfast on the table. While he'd been banging his head against the shower wall, however, the Roman had nearly dropped the omlettes as he dashed down the hall. With the way Viggo had been acting, the flustered young man slipping and falling in the shower seemed dangerously plausible. It was only the repetitiveness of the sound, as well as his low curses, that saved Viggo the shock of having Aeneas knock the door down.
"So you finally put the shirt on," he observed with a small grin."
Viggos gaze remained firmly on the well maintained flooring of the mans home. He looked so incredibly miserable despite the way things had gone the night before. Deep down he was expecting to be kicked out, or mocked, or something..anything that was far from positive.
It was pretty obvious that he hadn't been the most well cared for in the past, not that his normal behavior showed as much.
"I'm sorry, I'll be out of here shortly.." His tone was soft, mimicking the pained expression he had taken on after beating himself up quite thuroughly mentally.
"Hey, I thought you enjoyed yourself last night..." Aeneas said a bit reproachfully. Viggo looked positively miserable. Had he been that bad of a lay? Hell, there hadn't even technically been a 'lay.'
"It's got mushrooms and olives in it," he said, pushing Viggo's omlette closer to where the man was wallowing in his misery. "If you don't like it, I can make another one before you leave." With that, he dug into his own breakfast, still with a relaxed sated look on his face from the previous night's activities.
"ah..I..I did, of course I did."
He looked more then a little surprised at such a kind tone from the man, and even kinder offering of breakfast. Had he not screwed up as much as he originally thought? Granted, he still had made a complete fool of himself, but he wasn't about to prove himself to be rude on top of that.
"This is fine, thank you.." He took the seat closest to him and gladly accepted the food, finding his stomach was more then a little empty. After all, he hadn't actually eaten much of anything while the party was going on.
"Mm," Aeneas only spoke after the first couple of bites took the edge off of his own hunger. He grinned as he spoke, chasing a mushroom around his plate. "You're very different when you're smashed," he said. "So I suppose Gilbo's somewhat responsible, leaving us alone on the couch like that."
The man's tone was clearly joking; Aeneas took full responsibility for what had gone down that night. He'd somehow managed to remember to remind Viggo several times last night exactly what he was doing. And, miracle of miracles, hadn't checked off even one of the items on his "to do" list when it came to welcoming hot young men to his bedroom.
"...you're also a bit...bitey."
Viggo finished off a good portion of his omelet. It was the easiest way to have reason not to speak. However once the silence lasted too long he sighed quietly.
"I'm sorry about that. I've just...I don't know what came over me." He pushed some of his omelet around the plate before him, "if I remember right...you also have quite the bite.."
"It didn't really hurt," Aeneas relented. Those little teeth had been sharp, but he'd rebounded quickly. At the reminder of what he'd done to Viggo's neck, his smile faded a bit. He reached out, pulling the ruffled collar of his work shirt of the side and breathed a sigh of relief. It might look as sexed-up as the rest of him, but there would be no hickey to worry about hiding. "Yes," he said, decent enough to look a bit embarrassed. "I can be a bit dominating in bed."
Viggo flinched as the man reached out for him. For some reason his mind was stuck on this man wanting to cause him harm, despite having been nothing but kind since he had met him. Lusting, but kind, even in the bedroom.
"Its.." His voice quivered a little, "It's alright, I don't mind others taking that role.."
For the first time since he'd woken up that morning, Aeneas looked truly unhappy. At the flinch, he immediately drew his hand away from the albino. He fell silent and returned to eating his omlette as he thought. Viggo didn't seem to think that Aeneas had done something wrong, but he still seemed terrified.
Viggo rubbed his eye sleepily. The previous night had truly left him drained, and while the morning so far seemed to be going well, he knew his behavior was unacceptable no matter the excuse. He even tried to force a small smile on the mans behalf once he realized that the unintentional response had upset him.
The smile was wasted on Aeneas. Now convinced (somewhat rightly) that Viggo was focused on eating and leaving, he'd adjusted his behavior accordingly. Inwardly, he toyed with the idea that he was getting too old for frisky business. Had Viggo woken up with some horrible thoughts along the line of "oh god, I fucked an old dude."?
"Aeneas..." The name left the pale youths lips sadly.
He hadn't meant to upset the normally cheery elder. Sure he himself felt terrible, but he had not meant to bring down the mood of his host as well.
"I'm sorry...I'm just..I'm sore and a little hung over. I didn't mean anything.."
"Sore?" Aeneas asked, finally glancing back at Viggo with a mouthful of omlette. He didn't recall going far enough to leave Viggo sore. Swallowing the last of his breakfast, he chugged a quick glass of water before pointing to the second guest bedroom. "If you need to leave, your clothes are in there."
"I don't need to leave," He continued trying to hold the smile for the old mans sake. "My joints are just stiff..a side affect of the hangover I'm sure."
"I'm sure I've got some tylenol in the cabinet," Aeneas said, moving his dishes over to the sink. As unhappy as the boy looked, Viggo was still his guest, and he would be taken care of.
"I don't want to be more trouble.." Viggo finished what food remained on his plate. He got up and followed the older man in to the kitchen, planning to rinse off his plate as well as Aeneas's if the man would let him. He had already imposed much to much. Not only had the man had to deal with Viggo possibly ruining his party due to his drunken behavior, but he had also had to care for the man in his drunken state as well as this morning.
"A couple of tylenol will not be too much trouble," Aeneas replied. "I will not send a guest home with a hangover! Still in nothing but his boxers, the Roman brushed past Viggo on the way to his main bedroom.
"Ah..do you frequently lounge in so little?"
Not that he was one to talk, walking around in the mans dress shirt and his own boxers. If he wasn't so distraught he would likely find the situation amusing. The two of them would have made quite the pair. They had already slept together, eaten breakfast together and were walking around without a care to what the other was wearing.
"No. I usually sleep naked."
The answer was matter of fact, punctuated by the rattling of a pill bottle and general morning activity in the main bathroom. A moment more, and Aeneas reappeared in the kitchen with a glass of water and two tylenol.
Viggos face went a very familular shade of red. He did not need to be thinking of the other naked, again. His perverted mind would get away from him if he wasn't careful.
"I'm sorry to have, uhm, altered your routine?"
He gladly took the medication and drink from the man, taking them quickly in hopes of his head feeling better sooner rather than later.
Viggo naked would have been hard pressed to look more tempting than how he was now, blushing and wearing Aeneas' rumpled clothes.
"It is no problem," he replied honestly. "...and you can change in the guest bedroom if you'd like," he added. Perhaps Viggo wouldn't want to undress around him. Again.
Aeneas seemed insistent to get the youth dressed once more. The uncomfortable look returned as he wondered what he had done wrong, and that perhaps despite his kindness so far the man did want him out of his home quickly. His heart was racing again, though far from in a good way.
As far as Aeneas was concerned, it was cold outside, and Viggo was welcome to stay as long as he wanted. Trying to leave it up to the man, he flopped down on the couch in his boxers, flipping through the television guide. Even if there wasn't anything on, he had a few episodes of Rome on the tivo...
Viggo excused himself quietly. He had decided to go get his pants on in the least, not wishing to unease the man by continuing to hang around in so little.
When he came back out he was just zipping up his pants. While he had put his pants on he had unbuttoned, and chosen to leave on, Aeneas's shirt as it was likely cleaner then his own well worn clothing. When he found the old man lounging on the couch, watching one thing or another, he chose to simply stand off to the side. The awkwardness for him was still very much present despite how much he simply wished it to pass. Had what they'd done really been so bad? He was still trying to convince himself of that fact when he noticed Aeneas looking at him.
"If you don't want to leave yet..." Aeneas said, getting up to make room on the couch. "You're free to stay." His eyes lingered on the shirt that Viggo had chosen to keep on. It was probably cleaner than whatever he'd come in, but it was still a rather cliche way of silently screaming that he'd just fucked around with someone. It was also incredibly attractive.
"Like the way it looks on you, hm?" Aeneas asked, turning his gaze back to the television after raking them over Viggo one last time.
"It's still fairly early isn't it?" He just realized he had yet to even glance at a clock. For all he knew it could be evening again already, though he doubted that highly.
His fingers fidgeted on the sleeve cuffs, toying with the material as a way of trying to calm his uneased self. Upon his hosts assumptions towards why he remained in the shirt a bright blush crossed his cheeks.
"It's very nice..though I wrinkled it horribly it seems.."
He took a deep breath, in and out, in and out, trying to calm himself down once again.
"It's before noon after a big party; I'd call that early," Aeneas replied with a grin. The television once again lost the Roman's attention. There was no competition with a cute man fidgeting in Maximus' clothing! Still...even though it was cute, Viggo probably wasn't enjoying it as much as Aeneas.
"Come on, sit," he encouraged, patting the sofa.
Viggo took his hosts welcoming gesture to heart and moved to sit beside him. It was likely the closest they had gotten to one another since the previous night in bed, or at least prior to Viggo waking up. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, the man was at least nice. It was more then he could say for previous accidental one night stands.
There was a moment of silence, relaxed on Aeneas' part. Then, still flipping through the channels, he made an important observation. "You probably shouldn't keep the shirt," he said, motioning to a tiny monogram on the cuffs. "Don't want to fuck up and wear it around Feliciano, would you?"
Aeneas didn't see the hook up as something to be buried, but he assumed that Viggo wouldn't exactly want to advertise to Feli that his grandpa'd given him a handjob.
"I simply didn't want to change back yet...I wasn't about to keep your shirt."
With the monogram now pointed out, he spent the next short while examining it. He had never owned a shirt this nice, let alone anything monogrammed! It fascinated him almost as much as the enormous house and the car in the driveway had.
Once his attention had finally faded from the monogram he curled up ever so slightly in his spot. He hated to admit it to himself, but wearing the larger mans shirt, much like curling up close to him, had provided himself with a sense of comfort that was more then a little foreign to him.
Well, it certainly seemed that Viggo did like it, the way that he was scrutinizing it. For Aeneas, it was just a plain, white shirt for his university work. The man once again found himself distracted from the morning news by Viggo curling up next to him. So now he was going to be comfortable around him? If so, Aeneas wasn't about to complain. He spread his arm out on the back of his couch, inviting Viggo closer.
Viggo blushed, unsure how he wanted to respond to the welcoming gesture. He gripped at the hem of the shirt, debating his options at the moment.
"I wanted to apologize again for last night.."
He knew they had both been quite drunk, but he still felt guilty. Only more so because deep down he had actually enjoyed it.
"Which part are you apologizing for?" Aeneas asked, cocking his head to the side. There were too many different things that he could be trying to make amends for, depending on exactly how much Viggo regretting their tryst. "Biting me, or grabbing my ass?"
Viggo quickly paled as he was reminded of the ass grabbing.
"Oh god! it all, im really really sorry!"
One had to question, was there anything that didn't leave Viggo absolutely adorable? Flustered and uncomfortable as he was.
No, it looked like there wasn't. Aeneas couldn't help but laugh at the little bird flustering and puffing up his metaphorical feathers at his question. "I guess it was just too tempting when I picked you up?"
"Well, it was right there.."
Oh god what was he saying. Was he really beginning to enjoy this mans company to this degree? That after going so far with him, and the awkwardness prior to their time on the couch, that he would be comfortable enough to joke with him even to that degree.
This got an honest laugh from Aeneas. He resumed flipping through the channels, finally convinced that Viggo didn't hate him for what they'd done in the bedroom. Hadn't Viggo insisted that he wasn't a virgin? If he had lied, it would explain this morning's behavior very well.
When something caught his eye Viggo finally shifted near uncomfortably close to his host. His gaze was tracing over the mans body, though far from the lusting study of the mans figure the night before.
"Aeneas," he breathed softly, his fingertips tracing over his chest. Over one of the scars.
Aeneas had a brief moment of confusion before he realized what Viggo was looking at. Shit. He'd been too drunk last night to realize, but this morning there was no excuse. He supposed he'd simply been too caught up in dealing with his guest to realize a now glaringly obvious fact: wandering around in his boxers left his plethora of scars completely exposed. Both the front and back of his torso, as well as a bit of his arms were peppered with them, all in various stages of healing.
"It's nothing serious," he said, looking down at the one Viggo was currently touching.
"What did you do? there are so many..and so severe!"
He sounded genuinely concerned. At least it was a step up from the depressed mood from earlier in the day. Viggos gaze rose from the mans well toned torso to meet with his eyes.
It's a secret," Aeneas said jokingly. All of the scars were related to his other job, the one that involved putting on a suit, driving a nice car, and being paid to run a private army and, on occasion, shoot people. Before he had risen to the top of the company, Aeneas had spent most of his time out in the field in Soviet- controlled areas and the surrounding territory. Even now, he like dto get out and work with his men every so often, but thankfully there were no fresh wounds on him today.
Viggo shifted away from him. If the man didn't want to trust him, he wasn't going to press the matter. However, he had realized he had got in incredibly close without intending to and felt he should give the man some space.
"What, am I too scary now that you've finally noticed the scars?" Aeneas laughed. To tell the truth, if Viggo could accurately guess what sort of things had made those scars, he most likely would be a little unsettled. For someone experienced with wounds, there was a glaring stab wound marring the side of his abdomen.
"Scary? No, I saw all sorts of things in the..ah, you know what, it doesn't matter."
Viggo didn't feel like he should burden his host with his tales from the orphanage. He had however noticed exactly what a few of the scars had to be. Knives were common among the teenage orphans that were branching out into gangs and other trouble once they had given up hope of finding homes.
Aeneas started to question Viggo, but closed his mouth. If he wasn't going to tell the young man about his work in the mercenary field, then he was owed no further explanation of the kind of things Viggo saw. He scratched one of the larger knife wounds on his side, giving a small sigh.
Viggo expressed a soft sigh. He never really discussed the fact that he had been an orphan with anyone. It was just one of those things that he believed would cause people to judge him differently or expect certain behaviors from him. However he had a feeling that he could bring up anything with this man and not be judged harshly.
"...The orphanage I was at tried their best to keep their kids out of trouble, just didn't always happen, you know?" A soft, genuine smile finally formed.
"Mm, that explains why you're such a tough little thing," Aeneas nodded. He wasn't quite shocked by the news that Viggo was an orphan. His parents had told him as soon as he was able to understand his own odd history; as a result, he'd simultaneously had a family and identified with the idea of "orphan" growing up. "I suppose I was lucky," he mumbled under his breath, then gave Viggo a smile in return.
Viggo gave the man a quick, but brief, questioning look before shaking it off. He didn't want to connect to the man to much, it could lead to the situation becoming worse. At least for himself, he didn't believe anything could ruin the older mans life short of removing certain parts. He felt that he had already shared quite a bit more with Aeneas then he had anyone else in such a short amount of time and while it felt good it also caused him slight unease.
Aeneas couldn't quite pinpoint why, but he felt a slight shift in the atmosphere betwen them. He gave a small sigh; looked like the easy company they'd been enjoying minutes before had been fleeting.
"If it's still cold out, I'll let you take a jacket," he said, pushing himself up off of the couch.
Viggos gaze followed the larger man as he stood.
"Why, did Gilbert take my coat again? I told him to stop doing that, it clearly says my name on the tag."
He huffed and stood. That ever so slight pout had returned to his lips and with that ever so fleeting comment he felt the uneasyness leave once more. After all, there were more important things to focus on. That damn theiving albino made off with his coat again!
"No, I just can't remember where I placed it..." the Roman answered lamely. He glanced over at Viggo, a grin gracing his own face in response to that pout. Really, the man's mouth was more than distracting.
Viggo stared almost in a mortified way.
"You misplaced my coat?"
The whimper that left his throat after the question was completely involuntary, but adorable none the less. Viggo cherished his coat with all his being, it was one of the first few things he had bought that wasn't second hand.
"No!" Aeneas said, a bit taken back by how intensely horrified Viggo looked at this idea. "It's got to be somewhere around here, but I just don't know where it is! It's not like it could have walked out of here by itself...I just need to look for it."
"Not by itself, but someone could have taken it with them. Gilbert has before..."
He toyed once more with the oversized shirt. It wasn't that he was against Aeneas' generosity towards lending him a coat. That was a really nice offer after all given how expensive all of the mans clothes seemed to be, it was just that he hated the idea of losing his coat.
"Well, if Gilbert has it, then I can get it back," Aeneas said off-handedly. It wasn't like the Roman wanted to take advantage of the German's fear of him, but Aeneas knew that once you'd done something hot and nasty with someone, you got their goddamn coat back. "It won't be a problem."
Viggo nodded in appreciation. With the way the man was speaking he was sure he would see his coat again. One way or the other, even if it just happened to be misplaced in his home.
He tried to discreetly clear the tears that had built up in his eyes from the thought of losing his coat for good.
Aeneas frowned, leaning down to see if those were actual tears in Viggos' eyes.
"Come on, it's a coat," he said, a bit too gently for it to really have any weight to it. "You'll get it back." He reached forward and wiped away a tear that was threatening to spill over with the pad of his thumb.
"Yeah, I know." He forced a slight smile.
Fuck. He felt stupid. Beyond stupid. Aeneas was right, it was just a coat..but it was his coat. Despite earlier efforts to try to keep some distance between them Viggo made no effort to move away from the gentle caring touch.
Aeneas wasn't thinking along the lines of 'stupid.' Viggo was giving off those same adorable, molestable vibes as he did sprawled out on the guest bed the night before. And Aeneas was slowly starting to realize that he did not have to be drunk for them to be effective. "You should go home," he murmured.
Viggo lightly traced the scars and veins on the back of the mans hand, a little surprised he hadn't thought to retract his touch.
"I'm sorry..I didn't mean to throw such a fuss over something so..so stupid."
He didn't realize the reason Aeneas was trying to get rid of him. If anything he thought it was indeed because of his foolish behavior.
"It's not that," Aeneas said, stroking his thumb across Viggo's cheek bone. "But you're starting to tempt an old wolf again," he laughed. As light hearted as it sounded, he was completely serious.
Viggo racked his brain, trying to figure out why those words sounded so famililar. Whatever it was he chose to shrug it off, his head was still bothering him far to much for any in depth thought.
"If that is really what you want, I'll go finish dressing.."
His eyelids drooped until closed upon the mans touch. He didn't know why such a brutish, perverted old man was able to make him feel so at ease. It was almost annoying in its own way.
"Mm." Aeneas couldn't help himself. He pressed a small kiss to the top of Viggo's head before moving back to the kitchen and began to do the dishes. Yes, dishes. Not Viggo.
Viggo stared after him, more then a little surprised by the sudden act. Almost stupidly, like a well trained puppy, the albino followed after Aeneas, stopping to lean against the counter.
"..What was that for"
He asked softly, his tone complimenting the soft blush coating his cheeks.
"I felt like kissing you," Aeneas explained, not bothering to elaborate further. He hadn't actually had any other reason other than an impulse. For a man in his middle age, Aeneas listened to his 'id' remarkably often.
"Felt like...but why? are you drunk again." He couldn't recall the larger man drinking anything alcoholic. But it was very possible he had had something strong before he had gotten up or out of the shower.
Aeneas chuckled, picking up one of the many dirty dishes from the night before and starting to scrape away the mess. "No. I'm completely sober right now."
Viggos face went a fair few shades redder from ear to ear. He was far from used to men showing any interest in him beyond drunken driven commentary or behavior. Or Feli grabbing his ass by mistake.
Apparently Viggo's blushing wasn't a product of the drink either--and just like last night, it was tempting Aeneas.
"I need to clean up from last night," he said, sparing a chance to make Viggo blush in a rare instance of mercy.
"Let me help." He quickly offered. Anything to avoid the cold for a little longer, or so he told himself.
He joined Aeneas on the other side of the counter and began to aid him in clearing the dishes so that he would be able to rinse them off.
"You'll get your hands dirty," he warned, something that sounded almost downright stupid if taken in juxtaposition of what they'd just done the night before. However, Aeneas made no effort to push him away from the dishes
"I'm used to doing dishes, don't worry about it." He smiled and began to clear off the dishes.
What he lacked in social skills he made up for in others. He knew how to do dishes. Actually, he knew how to do most household chores other than cook. He didn't exactly have a kitchen in which to learn beyond the basics.
Aeneas appeared to relent, giving Viggo a little pat on the back as he moved away from the sink. "As long as you do them well!" he joked. While Viggo was busy, he went to the main closet and looked through the coats. Yes...this would do. A long, thick black peacoat. It was a bit too small for him, but he'd never had the heart to throw such a good coat away.
"Will this do till I can find your own?"
Of course I'll do them well. At least you have a dishwasher, more then I have to say the least...but better when you have as many dishes as this."
Viggo blushed upon the physical contact with the man. It was enough to remind him of the kiss to the top of his noggin, and that of course led to thinking about the night before.
He was a little surprised when Aeneas pulled out the coat. He had been expecting to be swamped, while warm, in the mans coat. This one however actually looked really nice and like it wouldn't swallow his lithe frame completely.
"That will be fine, thanks.."
"Looks good on you," Aeneas observed. "It's much too small on me...if you'd like, you may keep both this and your own."
Still smiling, he leaned down and fiddled with the top button, making sure that there weren't any stray threads. The man was stil relaxed from the night before, and he was more content to just continue being a host--not even concentrating on the fact that this position put their faces dangerously close.
This simple action made Viggo blush much brighter. Aeneas was proving to be so annoying, what was he going to do with this old man if this sweet behavior continued.
"I couldn't possibly keep this, its far too nice..."
Aeneas looked up, the bright red shade on Viggo's face alerting him to the awkward position they were in. His smile softened as he gently tapped the tip of Viggo's nose. "I can't wear it anymore."
"...Thanks Aeneas"
Viggo once again used the old mans name. Such a thing could only mean he was comfortable around him. Although this was likely to switch back to the horrible nick names once they were around others.
"That's not so hard, was it?" Aeneas said, not missing the substitution of his name for 'old man.' Just maybe, Viggo hadn't lumped him in with the "geriatric" age group. He was tempted to slide a hand into the ruffled hair and give him a good-bye kiss, but he was both sober and well aware that this might earn him a smack. "Do you have everything you need?"
"Just my shoes, I think I left those behind the bar.."
He wiggled his socked toes. A moment later he looked up at Aeneas, a slight smile crossing his lips.
"Thanks, really, for being so nice to me. I know you didn't have to be."
"A good Roman man must be an excellent host," he replied, the tip of one finger brushing against his cheek as Aeneas moved away to retrieve Viggo's shoes.
"As well as care for anyone he has taken into his bed!" he called out loud enough for the younger man to hear, even in his position hidden behind the bar.
Viggo whined. This man was just not going to allow the blush to fade from his cheeks. Dammit!
He followed his host over, not wanting them to have to shout across the room. Though he wasn't able to bring himself to say anything, being far to embarrassed, he did smile at the mans joking nature.
"Ah, here we are," Aeneas said, popping back up behind the bar with a grin and a pair of shoes. "Not a good party unless you have trouble finding anything the next morning." Plopping the shoes on top of the bar, Aeneas yawned and scratched at his stomach, the motion pulling down the fabric of his boxer shorts enough to expose the tilt of his hipbone.
Viggo reached out to take his shoes. It was at this point that he caught site of the mans, uhm, esposing behavior.
"..Old man.." His tone was soft, almost giggly.
He moved to cover his eyes with one hand, though he did peer out between his fingers just a bit. He couldn't pass up looking the man over. After all, he had no idea if he would ever get a chance to see this sight again.
"Hm? Told you not to call me that." Aeneas drew his hand back from his stomach, vaguely amused that the action had made Viggo behave like a blushing schoolgirl. Aeneas knew he was attractive, but he didn't dwell much on it. The man was much too comfortable in his own skin to keep looking in the mirror. "I know how you think, little bird," he grinned. "Keep your hands off my ass this morning, hm?"
"I'll call you what I want. "
He lowered his hand slowly, letting it rest lightly on the edge of the bar. His tongue was stuck out at the older man momentarily. He wasn't against using childish behavior to express his mood.
"You just keep wishing, my hands won't be on that ass again."
Aeneas just laughed at the attitude, leaning over the bar to close the distance between them. However ,he didn't touch him, not even the pale hand resting on the tabletop. "Even if it was just once..." Aeneas said, his voice dropping as his eyes raked over Viggo. Again, this was almost completely on automatic. "I'll consider you a treat from Saturn..."
"You would consider anyone mildly attractive ending up in your bed a treat." Viggo scoffed, not holding himself as anything special for the man.
The minimized distance between them brought back the fading blush to his cheeks. He hated it, this man that made his heart race. It was easier to blame things on alcohol, or his sexual frustrations. It was just beginning to feel less like those excuses were going to hold any weight.
"I hate to brag," Aeneas chuckled, "but I have never ached too badly for a bedmate." Grinning wider as Viggo's blush returned, he leaned even farther over the bar, now in danger of bringing the tips of their noses together. Not only was this young man ridiculously amusing to fluster, he had looked absolutely beautiful sprawled out on his bed.
"You can consider me what you'd like, as long as you keep last night quiet."
Viggo was still deathly embarrassed by his antics the previous night. Both the streaking like a fool and ending up in the older mans bed drunk. He didn't know how he could make up either offense.
"Of course," Aeneas said, the smile not leaving his face. "I won't tell anyone what you did with a silly old man if you don't." The Roman wasn't exactly ready to go dashing over to tell his grandson, but neither was he ashamed for what he did with Viggo the night before.
Fuck it.
Viggo gave in to his whims for the first time since sobering up. He finished off the remaining closeness between the pair, lightly brushing their lips together. As quickly as it had happened the albino drew away from him. He was blushing as bright as a strawberry as he took his shoes and moved to sit on one of the couches to put them on.
Even Aeneas looked surprised at that. He was expecting flustering, blushing and verbal abuse, followed by a light pouting. The kiss, however small, had taken him by surprised. His eyebrows shot up, but he stayed where he was. Viggo had kissed him while completely sober; it wouldn't do to chase him now. Grinning like an idiot, he stayed where he was behind the bar and watched Viggo get ready.
"You taste like coke," he observed.
"I don't believe I've had any this morning.."
He quickly set to lacing up his shoes. It would do no good dwelling on what he had just done. Of course, he was dwelling on it. Had he messed up, should he have done that, should he have held it longer, did Aeneas like it...these were just a few of the many questions filtering through his brain.
"Mm, then you may have just drunk enough to become coke-flavored," Aeneas replied. If Viggo would simply look up, at least one of his questions would be answered. The man looked almost smug, still enjoying the phantom sensation of Viggo's lips on his own. Aeneas was never one to hold back when he was enjoying himself, and as a result he could look rather stupid in the process.
"Coke-flavored hm? I better not taste myself then."
He was joking of course. He looked up almost giddy. The rush of kissing the man had felt much like that of escaping death, except less dangerous.
The eye contact was rewarded with a wider grin, Aeneas' eyes hooded with just a hint of the 'bedroom look.' It was clear that his mind was back to what they'd done in bed. "I don't know," he said, "it's a nice flavor..."
"H-hey!" He stuttered, realizing what the man was thinking.
Viggo fidgeted where he sat, just finishing up with his shoes. While he did hate the mans line of thought it still intrigued the pervert in him. Damn that old man, damn him.
Yes. Flustering Viggo was easy when he was sober, easier when he was drunk, and almost impossible when he was wasted, it seemed. Somewhere along the line of alcohol consumption, the young man had lost all shame...
"Alright, Alright," he said, moving to unlock his door. "I'll let you escape now."
"Escape, huh? I suppose I should fly home, Piki has to be lonely and worried about me. Plus there was something I was downloading to watch."
Viggo stood and walked towards the door just after the man. He was bundled up happily by this point, ready to face the nippy weather physically, though he wasn't really sure he was ready to fly the coop into the chill mentally.
"I will keep an eye out for your jacket," Aeneas said, opening up the door. The cold air immediately invaded the foyer, chilling Aeneas to the bone. At what point, he suddenly realized, was opening the door in December in just ones underwear a good idea. The man laughed at his own moment of stupidity, his skin breaking out into goose pimples. "Go, before I freeze."
Viggo laughed softly, finding the sudden chill to be invading even as bundled for the weather as he was.
"I don't know, it's a little tempting to just stand here where you can't close the door."
"Come on," Aeneas said. His tone was a bit pleading, but none of the man's honest humor faded in the situation. "I'm a suffering old man!"
If Aeneas had been wearing any form of a shirt his 'headlights would have been on' so to speak. All of his body hair was standing on end, though the man hadn't yet started to shiver. "I'll freeze to death!"
"Alright alright, I'm going."
He waved lazily in response. Viggo obviously wasn't going to let the man freeze, it was just a way to get back at him for his general perversion.
"If you find my coat just give me a call, or give it to Gilbert, he can bring it to me.."
He smiled up at the much larger man. The small albino only let a moment pass before he blew him a kiss and left, knowing that Aeneas wouldn't know what to make of the final act.
"Bye Old man~"
WHEN: December 18th, the morning after Saturnalia Party
WHERE: Aeneas' home
WHAT: The morning after drunken adventures, Aeneas and Viggo have to deal with each other
RATING: PG-13 to be safe
After everyone else had gone home, Aeneas had finally gone back to bed. He could have easily left the 'morning after' at an arms distance and slept in the master bedroom, but he had promised Viggo that he'd stay with him. So when the sun poked through the blinds, it was next to the little albino that Aeneas woke up.
"Mnfh..." The older man sat up, careful not to disturb Viggo too much. Stretching, he slid out of bed; his bedhead and semi-nude state could be fixed later. Right now it was time for some breakfast.
Viggo shifted in the bed beside the man. He was far from ready to get up. The small icelandic albino shifted into the abandoned warm spot the large man had left behind in his determination to rise.
The pale youth was still very much asleep, at least for the moment, simply shifting to regain the comfort that had been lost upon the old man leaving the bed.
Still only in his boxers, Aeneas paused for a moment to look down at the sleeping Viggo. Asleep, with no irritation or biting to mar his features, the young man was truly too cute for his own good.
"Well...obviously," he murmured to himself, remembering what had transpired the night before. He'd tried his best to hold back, he really had. But Viggo had done all but grab--no, he'd done that too.
Still trying to remain quiet, Aeneas slid out of the guest bedroom and closed the door.
Just a short while later the young albino woke to find himself alone. Confused and hungover he sat up clinging the sheet over himself. He felt deathly exposed in simply his boxers. From the previous night he remembered working briefly, and drinking upon a wager by his boss...but what else.
As the revelation as to why he was naked struck him he rushed out of the bed, nearly faceplanting the wall as his feet became tangled in the sheet. Luckily he caught himself, or he might have left further scathed than just mentally.
He chose to risk peeking out of the previously closed door, wondering just where he had ended up. The only place he had known in the home had been the entrance way and the main room, and he certainly wasn't there.
Aeneas was currently at the other end of the home, cooking two huge omlettes in his slippers and boxer shorts. He was humming to himself quietly when he heard some frantic thumping from down the hall. It looked like Viggo had finally woken up. And from the frantic sounds, it didn't look like he liked what he remembered.
"Down here in the kitchen!" he called, flipping over the omlettes.
Viggo put his hands over his face. He had once again gone a terrible shade of red. This wasn't good, how could this ever be good. Oh god! What if others had noticed them, what if gossip had ensued.
He slightly felt like crying as he grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, which happened to be the shirt that he had been nearly forced into the previous night. As he slipped it on he decided to find the nearest bathroom to clean up in, calling out forcefully as he entered the hall.
"I'm..I'm going to shower!" He called in return, darting into the bathroom as he realized that was the door he had just passed on his right.
"Alright!" Aeneas called back. He finished making the omlettes, caching just a glimpse of the young man out of the corner of his eye. From what he'd seen, it had been a flurry of white and red blushing. No, Viggo definitely wasn't going to be a calm, cool morning after. "Let me know if you can't find anything!" he called, remembering in the back of his head that that was also the room that Feliciano and Gilbert had had sex in...with the state that Viggo was in, right now might not be the best time to remind him of that.
Viggo spent a good amount of time in the bathroom, not making a peep. Either he was having no problem at all, or he simply didn't want to bother his host after such a night. However, after a good ten minutes had passed there was a soft thudding, caused by the albino cursing quietly to himself and thumping his forehead and fist against the shower wall.
His head was swimming, his body was sore, and he had really, really fucked up. With a mind full of regret and guilt the albino stepped from the shower, dried off, and slipped back in to the only articles of clothing he had found that morning. After being sure to fix his hair in the mirror, and trying to look as presentable as one possible could on boxers and a to-long dress shirt, he dared to leave the safety of the bathroom.
When Viggo exited the room, Aeneas was busy at work putting breakfast on the table. While he'd been banging his head against the shower wall, however, the Roman had nearly dropped the omlettes as he dashed down the hall. With the way Viggo had been acting, the flustered young man slipping and falling in the shower seemed dangerously plausible. It was only the repetitiveness of the sound, as well as his low curses, that saved Viggo the shock of having Aeneas knock the door down.
"So you finally put the shirt on," he observed with a small grin."
Viggos gaze remained firmly on the well maintained flooring of the mans home. He looked so incredibly miserable despite the way things had gone the night before. Deep down he was expecting to be kicked out, or mocked, or something..anything that was far from positive.
It was pretty obvious that he hadn't been the most well cared for in the past, not that his normal behavior showed as much.
"I'm sorry, I'll be out of here shortly.." His tone was soft, mimicking the pained expression he had taken on after beating himself up quite thuroughly mentally.
"Hey, I thought you enjoyed yourself last night..." Aeneas said a bit reproachfully. Viggo looked positively miserable. Had he been that bad of a lay? Hell, there hadn't even technically been a 'lay.'
"It's got mushrooms and olives in it," he said, pushing Viggo's omlette closer to where the man was wallowing in his misery. "If you don't like it, I can make another one before you leave." With that, he dug into his own breakfast, still with a relaxed sated look on his face from the previous night's activities.
"ah..I..I did, of course I did."
He looked more then a little surprised at such a kind tone from the man, and even kinder offering of breakfast. Had he not screwed up as much as he originally thought? Granted, he still had made a complete fool of himself, but he wasn't about to prove himself to be rude on top of that.
"This is fine, thank you.." He took the seat closest to him and gladly accepted the food, finding his stomach was more then a little empty. After all, he hadn't actually eaten much of anything while the party was going on.
"Mm," Aeneas only spoke after the first couple of bites took the edge off of his own hunger. He grinned as he spoke, chasing a mushroom around his plate. "You're very different when you're smashed," he said. "So I suppose Gilbo's somewhat responsible, leaving us alone on the couch like that."
The man's tone was clearly joking; Aeneas took full responsibility for what had gone down that night. He'd somehow managed to remember to remind Viggo several times last night exactly what he was doing. And, miracle of miracles, hadn't checked off even one of the items on his "to do" list when it came to welcoming hot young men to his bedroom.
"...you're also a bit...bitey."
Viggo finished off a good portion of his omelet. It was the easiest way to have reason not to speak. However once the silence lasted too long he sighed quietly.
"I'm sorry about that. I've just...I don't know what came over me." He pushed some of his omelet around the plate before him, "if I remember right...you also have quite the bite.."
"It didn't really hurt," Aeneas relented. Those little teeth had been sharp, but he'd rebounded quickly. At the reminder of what he'd done to Viggo's neck, his smile faded a bit. He reached out, pulling the ruffled collar of his work shirt of the side and breathed a sigh of relief. It might look as sexed-up as the rest of him, but there would be no hickey to worry about hiding. "Yes," he said, decent enough to look a bit embarrassed. "I can be a bit dominating in bed."
Viggo flinched as the man reached out for him. For some reason his mind was stuck on this man wanting to cause him harm, despite having been nothing but kind since he had met him. Lusting, but kind, even in the bedroom.
"Its.." His voice quivered a little, "It's alright, I don't mind others taking that role.."
For the first time since he'd woken up that morning, Aeneas looked truly unhappy. At the flinch, he immediately drew his hand away from the albino. He fell silent and returned to eating his omlette as he thought. Viggo didn't seem to think that Aeneas had done something wrong, but he still seemed terrified.
Viggo rubbed his eye sleepily. The previous night had truly left him drained, and while the morning so far seemed to be going well, he knew his behavior was unacceptable no matter the excuse. He even tried to force a small smile on the mans behalf once he realized that the unintentional response had upset him.
The smile was wasted on Aeneas. Now convinced (somewhat rightly) that Viggo was focused on eating and leaving, he'd adjusted his behavior accordingly. Inwardly, he toyed with the idea that he was getting too old for frisky business. Had Viggo woken up with some horrible thoughts along the line of "oh god, I fucked an old dude."?
"Aeneas..." The name left the pale youths lips sadly.
He hadn't meant to upset the normally cheery elder. Sure he himself felt terrible, but he had not meant to bring down the mood of his host as well.
"I'm sorry...I'm just..I'm sore and a little hung over. I didn't mean anything.."
"Sore?" Aeneas asked, finally glancing back at Viggo with a mouthful of omlette. He didn't recall going far enough to leave Viggo sore. Swallowing the last of his breakfast, he chugged a quick glass of water before pointing to the second guest bedroom. "If you need to leave, your clothes are in there."
"I don't need to leave," He continued trying to hold the smile for the old mans sake. "My joints are just stiff..a side affect of the hangover I'm sure."
"I'm sure I've got some tylenol in the cabinet," Aeneas said, moving his dishes over to the sink. As unhappy as the boy looked, Viggo was still his guest, and he would be taken care of.
"I don't want to be more trouble.." Viggo finished what food remained on his plate. He got up and followed the older man in to the kitchen, planning to rinse off his plate as well as Aeneas's if the man would let him. He had already imposed much to much. Not only had the man had to deal with Viggo possibly ruining his party due to his drunken behavior, but he had also had to care for the man in his drunken state as well as this morning.
"A couple of tylenol will not be too much trouble," Aeneas replied. "I will not send a guest home with a hangover! Still in nothing but his boxers, the Roman brushed past Viggo on the way to his main bedroom.
"Ah..do you frequently lounge in so little?"
Not that he was one to talk, walking around in the mans dress shirt and his own boxers. If he wasn't so distraught he would likely find the situation amusing. The two of them would have made quite the pair. They had already slept together, eaten breakfast together and were walking around without a care to what the other was wearing.
"No. I usually sleep naked."
The answer was matter of fact, punctuated by the rattling of a pill bottle and general morning activity in the main bathroom. A moment more, and Aeneas reappeared in the kitchen with a glass of water and two tylenol.
Viggos face went a very familular shade of red. He did not need to be thinking of the other naked, again. His perverted mind would get away from him if he wasn't careful.
"I'm sorry to have, uhm, altered your routine?"
He gladly took the medication and drink from the man, taking them quickly in hopes of his head feeling better sooner rather than later.
Viggo naked would have been hard pressed to look more tempting than how he was now, blushing and wearing Aeneas' rumpled clothes.
"It is no problem," he replied honestly. "...and you can change in the guest bedroom if you'd like," he added. Perhaps Viggo wouldn't want to undress around him. Again.
Aeneas seemed insistent to get the youth dressed once more. The uncomfortable look returned as he wondered what he had done wrong, and that perhaps despite his kindness so far the man did want him out of his home quickly. His heart was racing again, though far from in a good way.
As far as Aeneas was concerned, it was cold outside, and Viggo was welcome to stay as long as he wanted. Trying to leave it up to the man, he flopped down on the couch in his boxers, flipping through the television guide. Even if there wasn't anything on, he had a few episodes of Rome on the tivo...
Viggo excused himself quietly. He had decided to go get his pants on in the least, not wishing to unease the man by continuing to hang around in so little.
When he came back out he was just zipping up his pants. While he had put his pants on he had unbuttoned, and chosen to leave on, Aeneas's shirt as it was likely cleaner then his own well worn clothing. When he found the old man lounging on the couch, watching one thing or another, he chose to simply stand off to the side. The awkwardness for him was still very much present despite how much he simply wished it to pass. Had what they'd done really been so bad? He was still trying to convince himself of that fact when he noticed Aeneas looking at him.
"If you don't want to leave yet..." Aeneas said, getting up to make room on the couch. "You're free to stay." His eyes lingered on the shirt that Viggo had chosen to keep on. It was probably cleaner than whatever he'd come in, but it was still a rather cliche way of silently screaming that he'd just fucked around with someone. It was also incredibly attractive.
"Like the way it looks on you, hm?" Aeneas asked, turning his gaze back to the television after raking them over Viggo one last time.
"It's still fairly early isn't it?" He just realized he had yet to even glance at a clock. For all he knew it could be evening again already, though he doubted that highly.
His fingers fidgeted on the sleeve cuffs, toying with the material as a way of trying to calm his uneased self. Upon his hosts assumptions towards why he remained in the shirt a bright blush crossed his cheeks.
"It's very nice..though I wrinkled it horribly it seems.."
He took a deep breath, in and out, in and out, trying to calm himself down once again.
"It's before noon after a big party; I'd call that early," Aeneas replied with a grin. The television once again lost the Roman's attention. There was no competition with a cute man fidgeting in Maximus' clothing! Still...even though it was cute, Viggo probably wasn't enjoying it as much as Aeneas.
"Come on, sit," he encouraged, patting the sofa.
Viggo took his hosts welcoming gesture to heart and moved to sit beside him. It was likely the closest they had gotten to one another since the previous night in bed, or at least prior to Viggo waking up. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, the man was at least nice. It was more then he could say for previous accidental one night stands.
There was a moment of silence, relaxed on Aeneas' part. Then, still flipping through the channels, he made an important observation. "You probably shouldn't keep the shirt," he said, motioning to a tiny monogram on the cuffs. "Don't want to fuck up and wear it around Feliciano, would you?"
Aeneas didn't see the hook up as something to be buried, but he assumed that Viggo wouldn't exactly want to advertise to Feli that his grandpa'd given him a handjob.
"I simply didn't want to change back yet...I wasn't about to keep your shirt."
With the monogram now pointed out, he spent the next short while examining it. He had never owned a shirt this nice, let alone anything monogrammed! It fascinated him almost as much as the enormous house and the car in the driveway had.
Once his attention had finally faded from the monogram he curled up ever so slightly in his spot. He hated to admit it to himself, but wearing the larger mans shirt, much like curling up close to him, had provided himself with a sense of comfort that was more then a little foreign to him.
Well, it certainly seemed that Viggo did like it, the way that he was scrutinizing it. For Aeneas, it was just a plain, white shirt for his university work. The man once again found himself distracted from the morning news by Viggo curling up next to him. So now he was going to be comfortable around him? If so, Aeneas wasn't about to complain. He spread his arm out on the back of his couch, inviting Viggo closer.
Viggo blushed, unsure how he wanted to respond to the welcoming gesture. He gripped at the hem of the shirt, debating his options at the moment.
"I wanted to apologize again for last night.."
He knew they had both been quite drunk, but he still felt guilty. Only more so because deep down he had actually enjoyed it.
"Which part are you apologizing for?" Aeneas asked, cocking his head to the side. There were too many different things that he could be trying to make amends for, depending on exactly how much Viggo regretting their tryst. "Biting me, or grabbing my ass?"
Viggo quickly paled as he was reminded of the ass grabbing.
"Oh god! it all, im really really sorry!"
One had to question, was there anything that didn't leave Viggo absolutely adorable? Flustered and uncomfortable as he was.
No, it looked like there wasn't. Aeneas couldn't help but laugh at the little bird flustering and puffing up his metaphorical feathers at his question. "I guess it was just too tempting when I picked you up?"
"Well, it was right there.."
Oh god what was he saying. Was he really beginning to enjoy this mans company to this degree? That after going so far with him, and the awkwardness prior to their time on the couch, that he would be comfortable enough to joke with him even to that degree.
This got an honest laugh from Aeneas. He resumed flipping through the channels, finally convinced that Viggo didn't hate him for what they'd done in the bedroom. Hadn't Viggo insisted that he wasn't a virgin? If he had lied, it would explain this morning's behavior very well.
When something caught his eye Viggo finally shifted near uncomfortably close to his host. His gaze was tracing over the mans body, though far from the lusting study of the mans figure the night before.
"Aeneas," he breathed softly, his fingertips tracing over his chest. Over one of the scars.
Aeneas had a brief moment of confusion before he realized what Viggo was looking at. Shit. He'd been too drunk last night to realize, but this morning there was no excuse. He supposed he'd simply been too caught up in dealing with his guest to realize a now glaringly obvious fact: wandering around in his boxers left his plethora of scars completely exposed. Both the front and back of his torso, as well as a bit of his arms were peppered with them, all in various stages of healing.
"It's nothing serious," he said, looking down at the one Viggo was currently touching.
"What did you do? there are so many..and so severe!"
He sounded genuinely concerned. At least it was a step up from the depressed mood from earlier in the day. Viggos gaze rose from the mans well toned torso to meet with his eyes.
It's a secret," Aeneas said jokingly. All of the scars were related to his other job, the one that involved putting on a suit, driving a nice car, and being paid to run a private army and, on occasion, shoot people. Before he had risen to the top of the company, Aeneas had spent most of his time out in the field in Soviet- controlled areas and the surrounding territory. Even now, he like dto get out and work with his men every so often, but thankfully there were no fresh wounds on him today.
Viggo shifted away from him. If the man didn't want to trust him, he wasn't going to press the matter. However, he had realized he had got in incredibly close without intending to and felt he should give the man some space.
"What, am I too scary now that you've finally noticed the scars?" Aeneas laughed. To tell the truth, if Viggo could accurately guess what sort of things had made those scars, he most likely would be a little unsettled. For someone experienced with wounds, there was a glaring stab wound marring the side of his abdomen.
"Scary? No, I saw all sorts of things in the..ah, you know what, it doesn't matter."
Viggo didn't feel like he should burden his host with his tales from the orphanage. He had however noticed exactly what a few of the scars had to be. Knives were common among the teenage orphans that were branching out into gangs and other trouble once they had given up hope of finding homes.
Aeneas started to question Viggo, but closed his mouth. If he wasn't going to tell the young man about his work in the mercenary field, then he was owed no further explanation of the kind of things Viggo saw. He scratched one of the larger knife wounds on his side, giving a small sigh.
Viggo expressed a soft sigh. He never really discussed the fact that he had been an orphan with anyone. It was just one of those things that he believed would cause people to judge him differently or expect certain behaviors from him. However he had a feeling that he could bring up anything with this man and not be judged harshly.
"...The orphanage I was at tried their best to keep their kids out of trouble, just didn't always happen, you know?" A soft, genuine smile finally formed.
"Mm, that explains why you're such a tough little thing," Aeneas nodded. He wasn't quite shocked by the news that Viggo was an orphan. His parents had told him as soon as he was able to understand his own odd history; as a result, he'd simultaneously had a family and identified with the idea of "orphan" growing up. "I suppose I was lucky," he mumbled under his breath, then gave Viggo a smile in return.
Viggo gave the man a quick, but brief, questioning look before shaking it off. He didn't want to connect to the man to much, it could lead to the situation becoming worse. At least for himself, he didn't believe anything could ruin the older mans life short of removing certain parts. He felt that he had already shared quite a bit more with Aeneas then he had anyone else in such a short amount of time and while it felt good it also caused him slight unease.
Aeneas couldn't quite pinpoint why, but he felt a slight shift in the atmosphere betwen them. He gave a small sigh; looked like the easy company they'd been enjoying minutes before had been fleeting.
"If it's still cold out, I'll let you take a jacket," he said, pushing himself up off of the couch.
Viggos gaze followed the larger man as he stood.
"Why, did Gilbert take my coat again? I told him to stop doing that, it clearly says my name on the tag."
He huffed and stood. That ever so slight pout had returned to his lips and with that ever so fleeting comment he felt the uneasyness leave once more. After all, there were more important things to focus on. That damn theiving albino made off with his coat again!
"No, I just can't remember where I placed it..." the Roman answered lamely. He glanced over at Viggo, a grin gracing his own face in response to that pout. Really, the man's mouth was more than distracting.
Viggo stared almost in a mortified way.
"You misplaced my coat?"
The whimper that left his throat after the question was completely involuntary, but adorable none the less. Viggo cherished his coat with all his being, it was one of the first few things he had bought that wasn't second hand.
"No!" Aeneas said, a bit taken back by how intensely horrified Viggo looked at this idea. "It's got to be somewhere around here, but I just don't know where it is! It's not like it could have walked out of here by itself...I just need to look for it."
"Not by itself, but someone could have taken it with them. Gilbert has before..."
He toyed once more with the oversized shirt. It wasn't that he was against Aeneas' generosity towards lending him a coat. That was a really nice offer after all given how expensive all of the mans clothes seemed to be, it was just that he hated the idea of losing his coat.
"Well, if Gilbert has it, then I can get it back," Aeneas said off-handedly. It wasn't like the Roman wanted to take advantage of the German's fear of him, but Aeneas knew that once you'd done something hot and nasty with someone, you got their goddamn coat back. "It won't be a problem."
Viggo nodded in appreciation. With the way the man was speaking he was sure he would see his coat again. One way or the other, even if it just happened to be misplaced in his home.
He tried to discreetly clear the tears that had built up in his eyes from the thought of losing his coat for good.
Aeneas frowned, leaning down to see if those were actual tears in Viggos' eyes.
"Come on, it's a coat," he said, a bit too gently for it to really have any weight to it. "You'll get it back." He reached forward and wiped away a tear that was threatening to spill over with the pad of his thumb.
"Yeah, I know." He forced a slight smile.
Fuck. He felt stupid. Beyond stupid. Aeneas was right, it was just a coat..but it was his coat. Despite earlier efforts to try to keep some distance between them Viggo made no effort to move away from the gentle caring touch.
Aeneas wasn't thinking along the lines of 'stupid.' Viggo was giving off those same adorable, molestable vibes as he did sprawled out on the guest bed the night before. And Aeneas was slowly starting to realize that he did not have to be drunk for them to be effective. "You should go home," he murmured.
Viggo lightly traced the scars and veins on the back of the mans hand, a little surprised he hadn't thought to retract his touch.
"I'm sorry..I didn't mean to throw such a fuss over something so..so stupid."
He didn't realize the reason Aeneas was trying to get rid of him. If anything he thought it was indeed because of his foolish behavior.
"It's not that," Aeneas said, stroking his thumb across Viggo's cheek bone. "But you're starting to tempt an old wolf again," he laughed. As light hearted as it sounded, he was completely serious.
Viggo racked his brain, trying to figure out why those words sounded so famililar. Whatever it was he chose to shrug it off, his head was still bothering him far to much for any in depth thought.
"If that is really what you want, I'll go finish dressing.."
His eyelids drooped until closed upon the mans touch. He didn't know why such a brutish, perverted old man was able to make him feel so at ease. It was almost annoying in its own way.
"Mm." Aeneas couldn't help himself. He pressed a small kiss to the top of Viggo's head before moving back to the kitchen and began to do the dishes. Yes, dishes. Not Viggo.
Viggo stared after him, more then a little surprised by the sudden act. Almost stupidly, like a well trained puppy, the albino followed after Aeneas, stopping to lean against the counter.
"..What was that for"
He asked softly, his tone complimenting the soft blush coating his cheeks.
"I felt like kissing you," Aeneas explained, not bothering to elaborate further. He hadn't actually had any other reason other than an impulse. For a man in his middle age, Aeneas listened to his 'id' remarkably often.
"Felt like...but why? are you drunk again." He couldn't recall the larger man drinking anything alcoholic. But it was very possible he had had something strong before he had gotten up or out of the shower.
Aeneas chuckled, picking up one of the many dirty dishes from the night before and starting to scrape away the mess. "No. I'm completely sober right now."
Viggos face went a fair few shades redder from ear to ear. He was far from used to men showing any interest in him beyond drunken driven commentary or behavior. Or Feli grabbing his ass by mistake.
Apparently Viggo's blushing wasn't a product of the drink either--and just like last night, it was tempting Aeneas.
"I need to clean up from last night," he said, sparing a chance to make Viggo blush in a rare instance of mercy.
"Let me help." He quickly offered. Anything to avoid the cold for a little longer, or so he told himself.
He joined Aeneas on the other side of the counter and began to aid him in clearing the dishes so that he would be able to rinse them off.
"You'll get your hands dirty," he warned, something that sounded almost downright stupid if taken in juxtaposition of what they'd just done the night before. However, Aeneas made no effort to push him away from the dishes
"I'm used to doing dishes, don't worry about it." He smiled and began to clear off the dishes.
What he lacked in social skills he made up for in others. He knew how to do dishes. Actually, he knew how to do most household chores other than cook. He didn't exactly have a kitchen in which to learn beyond the basics.
Aeneas appeared to relent, giving Viggo a little pat on the back as he moved away from the sink. "As long as you do them well!" he joked. While Viggo was busy, he went to the main closet and looked through the coats. Yes...this would do. A long, thick black peacoat. It was a bit too small for him, but he'd never had the heart to throw such a good coat away.
"Will this do till I can find your own?"
Of course I'll do them well. At least you have a dishwasher, more then I have to say the least...but better when you have as many dishes as this."
Viggo blushed upon the physical contact with the man. It was enough to remind him of the kiss to the top of his noggin, and that of course led to thinking about the night before.
He was a little surprised when Aeneas pulled out the coat. He had been expecting to be swamped, while warm, in the mans coat. This one however actually looked really nice and like it wouldn't swallow his lithe frame completely.
"That will be fine, thanks.."
"Looks good on you," Aeneas observed. "It's much too small on me...if you'd like, you may keep both this and your own."
Still smiling, he leaned down and fiddled with the top button, making sure that there weren't any stray threads. The man was stil relaxed from the night before, and he was more content to just continue being a host--not even concentrating on the fact that this position put their faces dangerously close.
This simple action made Viggo blush much brighter. Aeneas was proving to be so annoying, what was he going to do with this old man if this sweet behavior continued.
"I couldn't possibly keep this, its far too nice..."
Aeneas looked up, the bright red shade on Viggo's face alerting him to the awkward position they were in. His smile softened as he gently tapped the tip of Viggo's nose. "I can't wear it anymore."
"...Thanks Aeneas"
Viggo once again used the old mans name. Such a thing could only mean he was comfortable around him. Although this was likely to switch back to the horrible nick names once they were around others.
"That's not so hard, was it?" Aeneas said, not missing the substitution of his name for 'old man.' Just maybe, Viggo hadn't lumped him in with the "geriatric" age group. He was tempted to slide a hand into the ruffled hair and give him a good-bye kiss, but he was both sober and well aware that this might earn him a smack. "Do you have everything you need?"
"Just my shoes, I think I left those behind the bar.."
He wiggled his socked toes. A moment later he looked up at Aeneas, a slight smile crossing his lips.
"Thanks, really, for being so nice to me. I know you didn't have to be."
"A good Roman man must be an excellent host," he replied, the tip of one finger brushing against his cheek as Aeneas moved away to retrieve Viggo's shoes.
"As well as care for anyone he has taken into his bed!" he called out loud enough for the younger man to hear, even in his position hidden behind the bar.
Viggo whined. This man was just not going to allow the blush to fade from his cheeks. Dammit!
He followed his host over, not wanting them to have to shout across the room. Though he wasn't able to bring himself to say anything, being far to embarrassed, he did smile at the mans joking nature.
"Ah, here we are," Aeneas said, popping back up behind the bar with a grin and a pair of shoes. "Not a good party unless you have trouble finding anything the next morning." Plopping the shoes on top of the bar, Aeneas yawned and scratched at his stomach, the motion pulling down the fabric of his boxer shorts enough to expose the tilt of his hipbone.
Viggo reached out to take his shoes. It was at this point that he caught site of the mans, uhm, esposing behavior.
"..Old man.." His tone was soft, almost giggly.
He moved to cover his eyes with one hand, though he did peer out between his fingers just a bit. He couldn't pass up looking the man over. After all, he had no idea if he would ever get a chance to see this sight again.
"Hm? Told you not to call me that." Aeneas drew his hand back from his stomach, vaguely amused that the action had made Viggo behave like a blushing schoolgirl. Aeneas knew he was attractive, but he didn't dwell much on it. The man was much too comfortable in his own skin to keep looking in the mirror. "I know how you think, little bird," he grinned. "Keep your hands off my ass this morning, hm?"
"I'll call you what I want. "
He lowered his hand slowly, letting it rest lightly on the edge of the bar. His tongue was stuck out at the older man momentarily. He wasn't against using childish behavior to express his mood.
"You just keep wishing, my hands won't be on that ass again."
Aeneas just laughed at the attitude, leaning over the bar to close the distance between them. However ,he didn't touch him, not even the pale hand resting on the tabletop. "Even if it was just once..." Aeneas said, his voice dropping as his eyes raked over Viggo. Again, this was almost completely on automatic. "I'll consider you a treat from Saturn..."
"You would consider anyone mildly attractive ending up in your bed a treat." Viggo scoffed, not holding himself as anything special for the man.
The minimized distance between them brought back the fading blush to his cheeks. He hated it, this man that made his heart race. It was easier to blame things on alcohol, or his sexual frustrations. It was just beginning to feel less like those excuses were going to hold any weight.
"I hate to brag," Aeneas chuckled, "but I have never ached too badly for a bedmate." Grinning wider as Viggo's blush returned, he leaned even farther over the bar, now in danger of bringing the tips of their noses together. Not only was this young man ridiculously amusing to fluster, he had looked absolutely beautiful sprawled out on his bed.
"You can consider me what you'd like, as long as you keep last night quiet."
Viggo was still deathly embarrassed by his antics the previous night. Both the streaking like a fool and ending up in the older mans bed drunk. He didn't know how he could make up either offense.
"Of course," Aeneas said, the smile not leaving his face. "I won't tell anyone what you did with a silly old man if you don't." The Roman wasn't exactly ready to go dashing over to tell his grandson, but neither was he ashamed for what he did with Viggo the night before.
Fuck it.
Viggo gave in to his whims for the first time since sobering up. He finished off the remaining closeness between the pair, lightly brushing their lips together. As quickly as it had happened the albino drew away from him. He was blushing as bright as a strawberry as he took his shoes and moved to sit on one of the couches to put them on.
Even Aeneas looked surprised at that. He was expecting flustering, blushing and verbal abuse, followed by a light pouting. The kiss, however small, had taken him by surprised. His eyebrows shot up, but he stayed where he was. Viggo had kissed him while completely sober; it wouldn't do to chase him now. Grinning like an idiot, he stayed where he was behind the bar and watched Viggo get ready.
"You taste like coke," he observed.
"I don't believe I've had any this morning.."
He quickly set to lacing up his shoes. It would do no good dwelling on what he had just done. Of course, he was dwelling on it. Had he messed up, should he have done that, should he have held it longer, did Aeneas like it...these were just a few of the many questions filtering through his brain.
"Mm, then you may have just drunk enough to become coke-flavored," Aeneas replied. If Viggo would simply look up, at least one of his questions would be answered. The man looked almost smug, still enjoying the phantom sensation of Viggo's lips on his own. Aeneas was never one to hold back when he was enjoying himself, and as a result he could look rather stupid in the process.
"Coke-flavored hm? I better not taste myself then."
He was joking of course. He looked up almost giddy. The rush of kissing the man had felt much like that of escaping death, except less dangerous.
The eye contact was rewarded with a wider grin, Aeneas' eyes hooded with just a hint of the 'bedroom look.' It was clear that his mind was back to what they'd done in bed. "I don't know," he said, "it's a nice flavor..."
"H-hey!" He stuttered, realizing what the man was thinking.
Viggo fidgeted where he sat, just finishing up with his shoes. While he did hate the mans line of thought it still intrigued the pervert in him. Damn that old man, damn him.
Yes. Flustering Viggo was easy when he was sober, easier when he was drunk, and almost impossible when he was wasted, it seemed. Somewhere along the line of alcohol consumption, the young man had lost all shame...
"Alright, Alright," he said, moving to unlock his door. "I'll let you escape now."
"Escape, huh? I suppose I should fly home, Piki has to be lonely and worried about me. Plus there was something I was downloading to watch."
Viggo stood and walked towards the door just after the man. He was bundled up happily by this point, ready to face the nippy weather physically, though he wasn't really sure he was ready to fly the coop into the chill mentally.
"I will keep an eye out for your jacket," Aeneas said, opening up the door. The cold air immediately invaded the foyer, chilling Aeneas to the bone. At what point, he suddenly realized, was opening the door in December in just ones underwear a good idea. The man laughed at his own moment of stupidity, his skin breaking out into goose pimples. "Go, before I freeze."
Viggo laughed softly, finding the sudden chill to be invading even as bundled for the weather as he was.
"I don't know, it's a little tempting to just stand here where you can't close the door."
"Come on," Aeneas said. His tone was a bit pleading, but none of the man's honest humor faded in the situation. "I'm a suffering old man!"
If Aeneas had been wearing any form of a shirt his 'headlights would have been on' so to speak. All of his body hair was standing on end, though the man hadn't yet started to shiver. "I'll freeze to death!"
"Alright alright, I'm going."
He waved lazily in response. Viggo obviously wasn't going to let the man freeze, it was just a way to get back at him for his general perversion.
"If you find my coat just give me a call, or give it to Gilbert, he can bring it to me.."
He smiled up at the much larger man. The small albino only let a moment pass before he blew him a kiss and left, knowing that Aeneas wouldn't know what to make of the final act.
"Bye Old man~"