Title: Caravaggio´s Painting / Nude Study Author: klatschmohn & Ashlyn K. Toliver E-Mail: KTR525@yahoo.com Rating: R to NC-17 Characters: Sean B./Viggo M., Orlando B. Warning: This story deals with a dark side of love – jealousy. It contains elements of BDSM Disclaimer: All fiction! Summary: Orlando starts his campaign to split Viggo and Sean Chapter Two - Nude Study A few weeks later I went to see Viggo in Los Angeles. I tried to talk him into hanging out with me at this hot new dance club, but of course Viggo being Viggo and not into the hype of celebrity nightlife stubbornly refused. So we ended up at this small Argentinean restaurant, eating, drinking beer and talking for hours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I met him the next afternoon at his place. I had always been curious about his art – his other love, besides horses (and Sean, but I tried not to think about him at all). Thankfully I didn’t have to, for he was somewhere in the world filming another movie. Out of sight was definitely out of mind… Good. I was fascinated by Viggo’s studio – like a colorful little museum full photos, paintings, drawings, books and poems with the light from the afternoon sun flowing silver-gold through the windows. And there was Viggo himself like a living sculpture surrounded by the fruits of his beautiful imagination. I fell deeper still under the spell – wanting him even more than I could ever want anyone. “Feel free to look around,” he said, calling from the kitchen. “I need about another ten minutes or so. I was just making pad thai for us later…and yes, it’s vegetarian!” I heard him chuckle, remembering that I don’t eat meat. His chuckle felt like tiny fingers running up and down my spine. “…The cupboard on the left is private, but everything else feel free to rummage through…” Of course, temptation beckoned from that forbidden cupboard. Thank you so much for the tip, Viggo… As soon as I heard the clattering in the kitchen, and knowing that Viggo gets a little ‘involved’ with his cooking, I made my way over to the place with secrets… Ah, Viggo’s habit has always been to take photographs anytime and anywhere he can, and what lay before my eyes was as useful as a girlfriend’s diary. However, the last thing I read in Kate’s diary was she suspected me of having an affair with Viggo. Not yet…but hopefully that will change. My face and body grew hot as my eyes locked onto the glossy black and white images in my hands… …There was Sean, handcuffed to a bed, his wrists above his head…He looked a little apprehensive, intimidated even, but also hungry…naked and sexy as hell. I don’t want to feel lust for him, but I can’t help it. Sean, so helpless, so beguiling…captured on film for Viggo’s eyes alone. Mine and Viggo’s, that is. The next set of photos his expression had changed – he was angry now, obviously Viggo let him wait too long – he looked like he was shouting at Viggo, straining against the handcuffs, writhing wildly. But Viggo it seemed kept right on taking pictures instead of releasing him… …And god, I saw his back when Sean lay face down…welts, ribbons of raised welts that criss-crossed his back… I took in a sharp breath, shuddered, but not with disgust. Oh god, I wanted to be Sean, wanted to feel the lash on my back, wielded by the man I adored, the man I craved, blissfully concocting some culinary creation while I stared longingly at the evidence of his passionate violence. The last few pictures showed Sean calm and peaceful, relaxed, the sweat shimmering on his body, with a faint glimmer in his eyes and kiss-swollen lips… It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what happened between takes - and what a fuck this must haven been, I thought enviously. Sean, that paragon of masculinity, so furious at first, fighting against the restraints, cursing, shouting, but at the last overwhelmed by lust and desire. Viggo’s teasing words from the stairwell rang through – “you’re nothing but a whore for my cock…” I wanted to be Viggo’s whore…wanted Viggo to do to me those things he did with Sean…wanted Viggo to hunger for me the way I hungered for him. I concentrated on calming myself, doing my best to ignore the ache between my legs as I hastily stuffed the revealing photos back in the cupboard. To take my mind off of the pictures, I looked at some of Viggo’s paintings in case he asked for my opinion of them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dinner was wonderful, and I expected no less. The man is a genius when it comes to food. Later Viggo came in with tea – yerba maté for him and Assam for me. I’d had the maté once before and I still don’t know how he drinks the stuff, it’s noxious. I draped myself seductively on the couch, parting my legs just so, hoping he’d notice. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and if I played my cards right, soon I wouldn’t be wearing anything at all. We were talking about models, and jokingly I offered myself as one. “I don’t really work a lot with models. Most of the time I’m painting from my imagination, from my dreams…I just like to sit here. It’s a bit like going on an inner journey, you know? My studio is like an inner portrait of myself.” From anyone else, I had rolled my eyes, but when Viggo was being profound, I was caught up in his words. The aspects of an inner journey – a search for self, for meaning… Viggo’s main focus with every film. I didn’t joke about his sincerity…if anything it made me love him even more, want him even more. Couldn´t he see how I felt? And now I wanted to show him. “Would you draw me, Viggo? I need a present for Kate.” And Kate would never see it… “Of course I would. With pleasure,” Viggo agreed easily. “But…naked…” I added shyly, tentatively, raising my eyes slowly to meet his. I watched the different reactions play across his face, but nothing registered as he rummaged through his pencils and crayons without looking up once. “Okay,” he murmured softly like the absent-minded artist he was and sharpened a charcoal pencil. It was obviously the most natural thing for any artist to draw someone naked. Why should drawing me be any different? Because drawing wasn’t the only thing that was going to happen if I had anything to do with it. I began to strip slowly, teasingly, each item of clothing tossed behind me on the floor as I moved sensuously to some inner beat, my eyes shadowed and licking my lips. I slid slowly, lasciviously onto the sofa, my buttocks just slightly raised. “Orlando…behave,” Viggo growled, and I knew from his voice that he wasn’t unaffected by me. “Which position,” I asked, my tone teasing, seductive. “And how would Kate want you?” “How do you want me?” No answer there as he raised one eyebrow, half amused, half unsure. “You’ll have to arrange me then,” I said, pretending to be the perfect artists’ model, pretending that I wasn’t the least bit interested in him. “You’re the one with the eye and I don’t know how it looks like from your point of view with the light and everything…” Viggo walked over to me and began placing those firm, strong hands on my body, shifting me at different angles, pulling back and regarding what he’d done then as quickly discarding it. I burned with every touch, allowed my body to be like clay as he molded me. The soft pressure on my hip, or the way he’d push back a strand of my hair was almost too much to bear. I almost screamed from the painful torture of what he was doing to me. Viggo, still fully dressed, leaned over me, very businesslike as he continued concentrating on his work on arranging me to his satisfaction. Then I just so happened to glance down between his thighs… Not that distracted, and seeing the outline of his arousal gave me hope. I listened to Viggo’s gently murmured instructions swirl around me as if I was hypnotized, lost in the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands. “Stay like this…stay exactly like this…” Normally you couldn’t get me to stay still for more than five minutes, being naturally hyperactive, but now I didn’t move an inch, and suddenly it was so very easy. Viggo’s eyes were on me like fingertips, almost palpable, measuring me, seeing me through his eyes. And even though I saw no sexual interest in his gaze, even though he stayed perfectly calm while secure under his attentiveness. Now I was the only thing in the world he had eyes for. There were no other thoughts but me, my body… No thought of Sean… I could sense Viggo’s sincerity and devotion to his work, and for a second I felt ashamed at what I was doing. Only for a second as my mind flashed back to those pictures in the cupboard… “One minute…I know it’s exhausting…hold on…” The words made me snap out of my contemplation. Viggo’s was now drawing faster, his head bowed, barely looking at me. I saw the pencil in his hand move like quicksilver over the paper. A mad impulse struck me then, and without a second thought I took my cock in my hands and stroked it roughly, arching my hips as I did so… Actions always speak louder than words anyway. “Hey!” Viggo looked at me – not shocked, just aggravated. In a mocking tone he said, “If you want me to draw you like that I’m going to have to erase what I’ve got and do it again.” “I thought,” I whispered my voice husky with desire. “Perhaps you can do something else with my parts other than just drawing them...” He stared at me with wide eyes, mouth slightly parted. Then he put pencil and paper aside. “Orli…what the hell is this all about?” He got up from his chair, abruptly, but not before I saw him even harder than he’d been moments ago. I stood up and walked seductively across the room until we were face to face. I placed my hands on Viggo’s cheek, caressed him, my fingers trembling, wanting even more… “Viggo,” and I leaned forward, pressing my lips to Viggo’s mouth. I could feel Viggo through his jeans and it’s more than clear he wants me. I could taste his want in his kiss, though he allowed me to make all the moves. My tongue slipped between his parted lips and suddenly there was heat and wet and fire and honey and spices and… Oh god, I wanted him so badly… Then he pulled back, panting, as if jolted out of a deep and pleasant dream. “We can’t, Orli…we can’t…” And he pushed me away from him, but not too far. My thighs were still against his. “Come on, get dressed.” My body and soul were in my eyes and they pleaded with him, and no one has been able to resist me this way. “Why not, Vig?” Viggo sighed, growling deep. “You know why. I’m with Sean.” “And what of it?” I pressed my aching, naked, needy body close to Viggo again, touching him, pleading with everything I had. “He’s not here. He won’t ever know…I’m not trying to break up your relationship…I just want to sleep with you…to touch you, taste you…Just once, Vig.” My whispers were full of desperate longing, and I felt him respond. “I know you won’t leave him…That’s not the point. He has you all the time, and he doesn’t even deserve you. I’ve been waiting and wanting you for so long, Vig…Ever since I first saw you...” Viggo’s eyes softened, and I was not certain whether it was his own need combined with my lean hard body, and my hands on him that were causing his resolve to waver. “Don’t you want me?” I whispered breathlessly, taking Viggo’s paint- calloused fingers in mine and trailing them down my body. “Don’t you want this?” And I placed our entwined hands on my throbbing cock, hard and hot. “…Whatever you want, Viggo, I’ll do…However you want me…” And I’m telling the truth because I needed him so much right then and there. I began moving those silk and steel hands on me, thrusting into his grip. “…I just want to feel you deep inside of me…I’ll be your whore, Viggo…right now…do whatever you want…” I felt Viggo’s grip tighten on me, as if he struggled with what he wanted and what he knew he shouldn’t have. And for a moment in time I knew I would have my heart’s desire. But I never counted on how powerful he truly was. With a groan, he pulled himself out of my grasp, stepping back a few paces as his eyes flashed darkly. “You really don’t get it, do you Orlando?” I’d never heard him use my full name with such force. Usually he called me Orli like everyone else did. I could see the anger and the desire on his face. “Yes, damn you, I want you. How the fuck could anyone not want you?” His eyes raked over me like coals, then turned away. “However, I belong to Sean, and we have an agreement.” A barrel of icy-cold water dumped on my head couldn’t have felt any worse than the words that were coming from Viggo’s lips. How quickly my desire turned to rage. “Oh yes, an agreement,” I snarled at him. “You do everything he tells you to like a good little boy, meanwhile he’s out there somewhere, all alone – or maybe not, since he admits to having been unfaithful in the past! What makes you think you’re any different than his three – count them, Viggo – ex wives?” I knew I shouldn’t have said any of that, but near tears and in pain from his rejection, I lashed out venomously. I never noticed the look of cold calm that had clouded Viggo’s features or I would have fallen to my knees and begged. “Be honest Viggo, none of this monogamy-shite makes any sense to you and we both know it. In your world there’s room enough for other people without denying Sean any less of you. Don’t you have the right to be who you are in this relationship, or is it all about Sean’s wants, Sean’s needs? What about your needs?” And when I finally met Viggo’s eyes, I knew nothing would ever be the same. “You may be perfectly right, Orlando,” he said in tone so distant my heart nearly shattered. Oh god, if I could just turn the clock back, just for a few moments, I would have – just to hear him call me ‘Orli’ again. But it was too late. “If I had my way, Sean and I would have an open relationship. Maybe someday, when Sean understands how much I truly care for him, that will happen. But for now, I know how much it would hurt Sean.” Without seeing the pain in my eyes, his gaze bored into my soul. “I love him, Orlando. I would do anything for him. I won’t hurt him, even though your offer is very tempting…and it is, I won’t lie to you about that. But I’m faithful to him and that’s all there is to say.”