ÿþ<HTML> <HEAD> <Title>I'll Take the Rain</title> <STYLE TYPE="text/css"> <!-- BODY { font-family:verdana; font-size:9pt; } Table { font-family:Verdana; font-size:9pt; color:6600cc } --> </style> </head> <BODY link="#0000ff" bgcolor="#6699ff" bgproperties="fixed" background="http://www.shapefive.com/matan4il/background.png" text="#663399" alink="#ff99ff" vlink="#cc99ff" > <br> <P> <center> <table width="760" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="10"> <tr> <td width="760" height="250" bgcolor="#A192FC" align="center" valign="middle"> <img src="http://www.shapefive.com/matan4il/fics/images/taketherain.jpg"> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="760" bgcolor="#ccffff" align="left" valign="top" style="font-family:verdana; font-size:9pt"><font color="# C97DDF"> <b>Summary:</b> Most romantic place in London& ?<br> <b>Pairing:</b> Bush/Blair. Not. Try my beloved Viggorli instead.<br> <b>Rating:</b> NC-17<br> <b>Disclaimer:</b> This couldn't possibly have happened without any non-slash casualties. So it probably didn't. Or is the government lying to us again?<br> <b>Warnings:</b> Despite the title, this is not a song fic. <br> <b>Genre:</b> PWP. The W is questionable. Meaning, this story is as close to PWP as I get.<br> <b>Thanks:</b> To my lovely and brave beta, Soar38 who made this fic so much better. To my doll Wizzy who made the stunning banner and to Londinensa who provided me with the inspiring base picture. <br> <b>Feedback:</b> Yes and soon please, before my nails are no more.<p> "You can't be serious!"<p> "But I am."<p> "You are? You call <i>this</i> romantic?"<p> "Well& " Orlando grinned shamelessly, "I might not have meant romantic exactly." He walked over to the front of the topless upper level of the hop-on, hop-off London sightseeing tour bus, holding on to his umbrella. <p> "I guess you can always blame your parents, or this damn British weather," Viggo muttered unhappily as he followed his lover.<p> "Parents are such a cliché and the British weather has been already used to explain why there are no homosexuals in Britain. We'll have to come up with something else," Orlando replied, grasping the ledge with one hand just above the recorded tour guide speakers and reaching back to pull Viggo close to him with the other. <p> "Speaking of things that I'll later have to excuse, there's the two of us under one umbrella, the local folks aren't bothering to look around them in this crappy rain and the tourists are all hiding downstairs where there are walls and a roof to keep them warm, dry and safe. Can't you see the potential, Herr Doctor Freud?" He continued in a voice which didn't even try to sound naïve, whilst unbuttoning Viggo's rain coat. <p> Fabric made contact with fabric. Orlando pressed himself as closely against his lover as he could.<p> In the cold air, Viggo both felt and saw Orli's breath trailing its excited path towards him, changing shape swiftly but never lost to the surrounding atmosphere, as though it was made up of the sheer force that was Orlando's desire. <p> They stood there, two dark forms entwined on top of the bus, before Orli handed over his umbrella to Viggo and took off his only protection from the rain. However, before the worried anxiety that sprang to life in the American's eyes had a chance to be transformed into action, the Brit had already turned around and buried himself deep within the folds of his lover's coat, quickly buttoning it up. They were now joined in the tight space formed by cloth. Back to front, grinding slightly against each other as the bus made its way from one must-see site to the next. Viggo's right hand wrapped itself around Orli's waist, pulling him closer still. <p> Curly brown hair spilt all over Viggo's shoulder as Orlando's head tilted back, his brown eyes mostly closed and the voice coming out of his throat a low, rich-toned whisper that carried many promises.<p> "Will you be my excuse?" Orli asked.<p> But excuses required reason and that was no longer something Viggo was capable of. The pressure of Orlando's body against his own was so great within the compounds of the coat, its heat so overwhelming, that it was marking Viggo s skin, even through the barrier of clothes, as surely as the experience would mark his mind.<p> Looking down at Orlando's head still resting on his shoulder, cheeks colored with desire and lips turning a darker shade of red as blood ran closer to the thin surface, Viggo was struck by the knowledge of exactly how lucky he was that he d been seduced by this man, who exuded supreme beauty from both within and out.<p> With that thought the fate of that afternoon was decided and Viggo's last shreds of rationality evaporated. He withdrew his hands from their sleeves and into the playground which the coat now offered. As he felt his way to the obstacle that was the fly on Orlando s pants, the enticing angel smiled, as anyone would when realizing that Heaven and Earth had just been moved at their command. Orlando's pants and underwear were unceremoniously parted from his body and they fell the long way down to the floor, the bottom of the lovers' world.<p> "I can't be your excuse," Viggo replied, sending the echo of his voice reverberating across the back of Orlando s neck, leaving a wake of raised goose bumps in its tide. "You, my lovely, are more corrupt than I could ever hope to make you."<p> "True," a small pause followed before Orli could continue. "So you may show your appreciation now." Orlando's speech was abruptly cut and he gasped in surprise as Viggo expertly tugged at the subject of his appreciation. <p> For a few moments the soft sounds of Orli's gasps and moans blended in and out of sync with that of the drops of rain, falling onto the freezing metal against which they were leaning. <p> Hard and urgent, Orlando felt a familiar demanding presence behind him through the cloth still engulfing Viggo, he reached behind him, half turning around and guided by vivid physical memories, he found a submissive zipper.<p> Just as he was about to reach his hand inside, Viggo's stopped him, pinning the slightly smaller palm to the side of the olive-toned body, dragging it across the pelvis to the hem of the shirt, sharing the sensations as they moved up Orli's abdomen to his chest and...<p> Air! Not noticing Viggo's movements behind him, Orli gasped as he was entered with one swift motion and his Viggo was in him, deeper than ever before, much like the air that rushed invasively so far down his lungs that it stung. For a second he ached all over, his every cell screaming how empty and lifeless any other state of being was.<p> Viggo's one hand was now alternately pinching, massaging and applying pressure to one of his nipples, the other secured the umbrella between them. Then, Orli felt that hand at the corner of his mouth, the thumb sticking out. He lapped at it eagerly, pushing back to signal his readiness for more, knowing Vig would be delighted to respond.<p> Orlando thrived on Viggo's love making. One thrust at a time, each made meaningful by sheer power of intent and through slightly varying angles, each accessorized by irrepressible groans. All of which he answered by with wanton noises of all shapes and colors.<p> He would never be able to reconstruct when exactly Viggo's thumb slipped out of his mouth and he bit his lower lip instead, nor when the distance between him and the front of the bus nearly disappeared, leaving the former space occupied by their hands combined. He wasn't even capable of telling when the umbrella fell off to the side and left them exposed to the wrath of nature, in whose seeming imperfection one could discover new forms of delight. <p> Viggo's purposefulness could make him, at times, last for hours, forgetting himself in favor of constantly driving into Orlando, rapidly and forcefully, unable to stop.<p> This could have been one of those times, had it all not been too much for Orli. Crushed between the metallic ledge and Viggo's rhythmic passion, between cold air and scalding flesh, rain drops falling down his face and sweaty, hot dampness surrounding his every other particle, Orlando was practically vibrating, a small sound of near exhaustion coming out of him.<p> Viggo grabbed Orli's erection and whispering "I love you" into his ear, made him come violently with nothing more than a few strokes, following him almost immediately, as an orgasming Orlando clenched down on and around him, extorting a desperate little shriek of pleasure from him.<p> Standing still together Viggo let himself feel the fragility of the body he was embracing. A protective need washed over him, yet drowned just as instantly in the knowledge of harsh realities and human helplessness. He closed his eyes, moved Orli's shirt a little and lingeringly kissed the barely exposed shoulder. Not worrying about the future he was simply being there, concentrated, like the smell of Orlando's wet curls, a scent which changed rain forever.<p> Eventually, it was Orlando who disentangled them gently, each of his motions slow, yet decisive, turning around and pulling Viggo's clothes back up from his thighs and using his partner's aid to restore his own. Some people were stronger than they seemed to the casual observer.<p> Though the words and content themselves were plain, one might claim that a divine revelation followed, at least to Viggo's ears, when Orli asked his lover what he wanted to do next as a tourist in London. But one might have also noticed a smile of pure bliss and understanding. <p> As if cued by Orli's actions to speak, Viggo said wryly, "I think you just spoilt the rest of the London experience for me."<p> "Not in the least," Orlando said with a mischievous grin. "Your mind will be boggled by the number of, shall we say& romantic sites."<p> "So& "<p> "So?" Orli raised a questioning eye.<p> "Of all those places you chose to bring me to this one."<p> "It was the first thing I did when I first arrived in the capital at 16, it was raining then too. I was looking around thinking and you know that I've always& " Orli's eyes sparkled at Viggo's with a cheeky tone making his intention clear, "& always been depraved."<p> "Don't I know it," Viggo confirmed, his sarcasm tinted by light-hearted happiness.<p> They simply smiled at each other for a few moments, a revelation shared perhaps, as the rain kept falling softly. The memory of other, sunnier countries across an ocean was all but gone. Neither one thanked the other for either trust or its justification, but then they didn't need to.<p> As they strolled to the staircase leading downstairs, back to the real world Viggo suddenly remarked, "It is a pity, though."<p> "What is?"<p> "That no one told Oscar Wilde about the British climate."<p> </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="760" bgcolor="#ccffff" align="center" valign="top" style="font-family:verdana; font-size:9pt"><font color="# C97DDF"> <a href="http://www.shapefive.com/matan4il/feedback/taketherain/taketherain.htm">This fic's feedback page</a><br> </td> </tr> </table> <script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> <script type="text/javascript"> _uacct = "UA-3647019-1"; urchinTracker(); </script> </body></html>