Viggo shares Craig's confession.

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Viggo opened the door to his room, heading for the kitchen and rinsing out his coffee mug before leaving it in the sink, laughing softly as he pictured the look on Karl's face when he told him what Craig was planning to do for them.

"That you love?" Karl walked out of the bedroom. He smiled as he went to him. "Nice lunch?"

"Just coffee," Viggo said, wrapping his arms around Karl and giving him a kiss. "How about you?"

"Nothing really. A drink. Think there was a sandwich or something." Karl shrugged.

"You don't remember?" Viggo tilted his head to the side. "I ended up meeting up with Craig, actually."

"You did? How is he? I've almost forgotten what he looks like." Karl pulled Viggo toward the couch, laying him down and laying on top of him.

"He's managing," Viggo said, wriggling a little, getting comfortable under Karl. "I talked to his shadow a bit too- he's strangely talkative."

"He is? But I thought they were all with the quiet thing. Least Harry's is. Prince Orlando's..." Karl coughed. "well, he doesn't need to talk."

"Yeah, I remember," Viggo said. "Oh, I hit Craig," he added.

"You what?" Karl's mouth dropped open. He sat up, looking at Viggo's hands. "How hard?"

"I didn't punch him, Karl," Viggo sighed. "I just gave him a swat upside the head. Twice. We were talking about your and Harry's problem solving system, and he said maybe it would help him with things to do with him and David to go that route."

"Oh. Did it? And how bad are him and David?

"They're not talking much. They talked about needing to talk, and they made love, but they haven't gotten around to actually talking to each other since."

Karl lay back down. "You think the swat did any good?" He kissed Viggo's chest.

"Maybe. And maybe he just needed to talk. So did I, I think," Viggo admitted.

Karl rested his head down. “Did he help you?"

"Mmm hmm," Viggo trailed his fingers through Karl's hair. "Is it okay that I talked to him? I didn't go into anything specific."

"He's your friend too. Don't mind. I know you wouldn't...you know." Karl hugged him. "It's okay."

Viggo relaxed, relieved. "Good. I think he understood too. He went through some pretty horrific things with his brother. The one who hurt Elijah."

Karl closed his eyes. "I wondered if it was only Lija. I don't know whether to be glad or not. Least he wasn't singled out."

"Not by a long shot," Viggo said darkly. "I told him he could call any time he needed to talk, and he said the same. Gave me his shadow's number as well."

"Wow." Karl looked up. "I'm glad. I didn't like that we lost touch with him."

"Neither did I. He did so much for- oh!" Viggo jumped a little, remembering that part. "I forgot!"

Karl jerked in surprise. "Forgot what? Love, you alright?"

Viggo nodded. "Karl, you remember how Craig won my auction, and then left so my first time could be with just you?"

"One of my favorite memories. Gods, love you were beautiful." Karl smiled as he kissed Viggo, purring as he licked his lips.

"Mmm," Viggo purred, kissing Karl slowly, and then pulling away, not wanting to get distracted. Yet. "That's just it," he said, stopping Karl from moving forward to kiss him again. "He didn't."

Karl moaned. "He didn't what?" He leaned down, sucking on Viggo's chest instead.

"Win my...mmm... auction," Viggo hissed, grabbing Karl's hair and tugging him back so he could see Karl's eyes. "It wasn't Craig."

"Of course it was. Who else could it be?" Karl frowned.

Viggo shook his head. "He told me it wasn't him."

"He just didn't want to take credit. How'd your auction come up anyway?"

"We were talking about when I got first got here, how you were all starry eyed, and I was just trying to get out. We'd been talking about how glad I am I'm feeling like I fit here now. And I said he basically got us together, all on his own. And he said he had help."

"But who helped him? David?"

Viggo shook his head. "That's what I thought too..." he said, trailing off, teasing Karl.

"VIGGOOOO!!!" Karl started to tickle him. "Tell me who was it. We didn't know Marton than, I don't think."

"AUUGGGH!" Viggo shrieked, wriggling and trying to get away, only lasting a few seconds before he gave in. "HARRY HARRY HARRY!"

"Harry?" Karl sat up, staring at Viggo. "Harry? Harry Sinclair? Prince Orlando's Harry?"

Viggo giggled a few more times, still breathing heavily, nodding in response. "That Harry."

"But...how....Harry...you sure...why?"

"That's pretty much the same reaction I had," Viggo looked sympathetic. "Craig said it was his way of giving us a gift. That he knew I was nervous... how did he know I was nervous?" he added, murmuring that bit to himself. "Anyway, that he arranged it so it would be just us, but he didn't want us to know. It was almost a year ago, you know that?" Viggo smiled.

"Harry did that? He..." Karl blinked. "I...I never even...A gift?"

"Do you really think there's anything he wouldn't do for you?" Viggo said softly, touching Karl's cheek. "Even I've figured that out," he smiled.

Karl leaned into Viggo's touch, closing his eyes. "I just...it amazes me. How much he-what he's-" He brought his hand over Viggo's, his head leaning forward so his hair covered his face.

Viggo brushed his hair out of the way and sat up, giving him a slow kiss. "When you thank him, thank him for us both. That was incredibly sweet of him to do."

"I will. I just don't know how I'll ever be able to thank him enough." Karl kissed him back. "How do you say thank you to someone for giving you one of the best memories of your love?"

Viggo ducked his head, blushing deeply. "It was amazing. You made it amazing. And you'll think of something. I don't know why he kept it a secret though."

"Not sure how we'd react, probably. Didn't want a fuss made of it." Karl shrugged. "Just so glad he did."

"So am I," Viggo hugged Karl tightly. "So, what about you? How was your day?"

Karl bit his lip. "I ran into Guy. I...I don't know why or how but I told him. Told him about me."

Viggo blinked. "You did? Guy... Guy did your test, didn't he?"

Karl nodded. "Kinda gotten to be friends with him. Met him for lunch. We just started talking. I don't even know how it came close to coming up."

"I have to admit, I'm pretty surprised," Viggo said. "I think it's good that you talked to him, but... I mean, how many years between talking to Harry and then talking to W-the next time you talked about it."

"Six I think."

"And now you were able to tell me and Elijah, and now Guy," Viggo went on, glad Karl hadn't said anything about his mentioning Will. "I wonder why that is."

Karl looked down and shrugged. "He can't come get me here. Not with the escorts and all. Safe." His grip on Viggo's hand tightened.

Viggo looked confused, and then his expression cleared. "You think it was fear of him all this time?"

"He said not to. That it would be bad. No one would like me. And he'd have to punish me for it."

"Of course he said that. He didn't want you to tell because he didn't want to get in trouble." Viggo's thumb brushed over the back of Karl's hand.

"I don't want to get punished. Don't want to be bad."

"No one's going to punish you, and you're not bad," Viggo said, cupping Karl's cheek and making him look at him. "He was trying to keep you from telling anyone because what he did was wrong."

"I don't want to be scared anymore." The tears spilled down. "Don't want to have these thoughts anymore. I want him out of me. Help me get him out."

"Shhh," Viggo brushed the tears away, holding Karl close. "You're going to see that doctor, and I'm coming to the first appointment with you, remember? And I'll be supporting you the whole time while you work on this. You are going to get him out."

Karl clung to Viggo, his face buried against his chest. "Love you. So sorry you have to do this."

"You don't have to apologize, Karl," Viggo murmured, holding him tight and stroking his hair. "You never have to apologize for this."

Karl nodded, trying to lose himself in the caress. After a few moments he looked up, smiling as he kissed Viggo. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Viggo smiled back, brushing the last of his tears away. "I might have something to tell you that you'll like," he said, kissing his forehead.

"Oh? You might?" Karl purred. "What?"

"Well, Craig was pretty grateful to me for smacking him around, and for talking to him. He said I needed to get a proper reward for service to a member of the Royal Family."

"A reward? A nice reward? One I get to see?"

"A lovely reward," Viggo nodded. "One for both of us."

"Me too? What? Tell me." Karl pouted.

Viggo leaned in and nipped at Karl's pout. "He's giving us some time... you know, you really are sexy," he purred.

"That's why you love me. And give us some time where?"

"Somewhere..." Viggo kissed Karl again, lingering in it for long moments.

"Mmm, somewhere....mmm" Karl leaned closer, kissing deeper. "Where?"

"Well, answer me this," Viggo said, kissing across Karl's cheek, then whispering in his ear, his lips brushing against it. "How do you think I'd look laid out against a carpet of white fur?" he said, his tongue darting out for a quick lick before pulling back, needing to see Karl's face.

"A carpet of..." Karl's mouth fell open again. "White....oh gods white...the room. THE ROOM. He's getting us time in THE ROOM!" His eyes unfocused as he shuddered. "Oh gods."

"Mmm hmm," Viggo purred, straddling Karl and rubbing up against him a little. "We're going to get to find out what happens when you fuck a Sensualist against a fur rug, love."

"Ooooo" Karl moaned, his eyes rolling back. "Feeling you feel that...oh fuck." Another shudder shot thru him.

"Was it that good, Karl? When you were there?" Viggo ground closer, nipping Karl's neck.

"Sooo good. Feeling it. Being driven down into it. Oh fuck love." He leaned his head back

"Can't believe my first time in Palace is going to be with you and not a client," Viggo whispered, lips against Karl's ear again. "Another first for us."

Karl shivered. "Love having firsts with you."

"Love you having me, period," Viggo wrapped his arms around Karl, kissing him hard.

Karl moaned into the kiss, holding his love tight. He broke away only when he needed to breathe. "Love you."

"Love you- love you always," Viggo panted, cheeks flushed with need. "So you like our present?"

"Like our present. Love that it's with you."

"So... I should tell Craig we want it then?" Viggo looked cheeky.

Karl gave him a hard swat to his ass. "What do you think?"

Viggo yelped, the swat sending him forward, rubbing up against Karl again. "Fuck!" he moaned. "Yes?"

"Yessss." Karl licked his ear.

Viggo moaned again, all his senses coming alive, his fingers digging into Karl's shoulders as he leaned into his mouth.

Karl pressed Viggo to him, his hands running up and down his body. "Love." He whimpered. "Bed."

"Oh, yes- please bed?" Viggo whispered, arching up into Karl's touch.

Karl picked Viggo up and carried him to their bed. He laid him down, his mouth making his way down his body as he was undressed.

Viggo groaned in pleasure, lifting his hips slowly off the bed, then lowering them back down, letting his Talent thrum through his body, focusing on each sent individually, Karl's fingers running over him, the taste of his lover still on his lips, the sharp smell of arousal, the sound of each kiss as they brushed over his skin. He looked up and smiled, tangling his fingers through Karl's hair and pulling gently. "Love you."

"Love you." Karl's eyes darkened as he lowered his shield. He moaned as he leaned up, catching Viggo's mouth in a hard kiss. "My love." Naked hunger was in his eyes when he was forced to pull away. "Need you." He tore at his pants, laying down on his love.

Viggo gasped for breath, hips canting up to rub against Karl. "Have me- take me, please, Karl- just fuck me!" Viggo begged.

Karl growled as he reached for the lube. He prepared them both quickly, than sunk into his love in one stroke. He shuddered, needing to raise his shield just a little. He sat up on his heels, his hands going under Viggo's legs and lifting him up as he began to slam into him.

Viggo cried out at the first thrust in, clenching hard around Karl, then forcing himself to relax, letting Karl move him however he wanted, just concentrating on the sensations running though him, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. "Yes- god, love more!" he cried, hips snapping up with every thrust from Karl.

Karl slammed hard inside Viggo three times, than leaned down and sucked hard on his cock. He kept the pattern up, slowly building the intensity.

"KARL!" Viggo threw back his head and screamed the first time Karl's lips closed around his cock, bucking up hard, not expecting it in the least, moaning incoherently as he recognized the pattern, quickly becoming completely incoherant.

Karl had to fight against dropping his shield completely, wanting to feel Viggo totally. One hand reached blindly up, scratching and twisting his nipples. "Show me how I'm pleasing you, love."

Viggo cried out again, pleasure spiking through him at the rough touch, shuddering at the cool air brushing past his slicked cock. He rolled his hips, an almost mewling sound coming from him as he felt Karl's cock slide against his prostate, the sensations rippling through his entire body.

Karl's head went back, his eyes rolling in his head as he felt Viggo. He sat up more, forcing Viggo's weight onto his shoulders as he kneeled before him. He took care to continue to hit his sweet spot.

Viggo's cries overlapped each other, shifting from just sounds of pleasure to outright pleas, his eyes looking up at Karl, desperate with need.

"Now, my love. Come for me. Let me hear you. Let me feel you. Please Viggo. NOW!" He thrust down as he took his cock back into his mouth.

Screaming Karl's name to the rafters, Viggo came, flooding Karl's mouth and scrabbling for the sheets, his entire body tensed with release.

Karl slammed his shield up. His body shook with the incredible pressure around his cock as he nearly choked on Viggo's cum. His scream soon followed his love's as he came. He let go of his legs before slipping bonelessly on top of Viggo.

A shudder ran through Viggo's entire body as he felt Karl collapse against him, letting out a contented moan, needing three tries before he could get his arm to listen to him and wrap around Karl's waist.

Karl's eyes were closed and his breathing harsh. A shiver went thru him at Viggo's touch, but further movement was beyound him. He groaned as his shield slipped and Viggo's emotions washed over him.

"Mmmm," Viggo managed in response to Karl's groan. "I didn't know you could do that," he said, his words slurring together.

"Mmm. Like?" Karl's smile was quickly there and gone. His body was seeking to recover, but he was pushing it to stay with his love.

"Mmm. Loved. And love you," Viggo managed a tighter grip on Karl.

"Love you." Karl just managed to lift his head. "My love."

"Call Craig? Tell him hell yes?" Viggo mumbled.

"Mmm." Karl nodded his head once, than lowered it onto Viggo's chest.

Viggo laughed softly, kissing the top of Karl's head and wriggling to get comfortable. "Sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?" Karl yawned, settling against Viggo.

"Of course," Viggo smiled. "Promise always."

"Alwaysssss" Karl's voice trailed off as he faded.

Viggo watched Karl awhile, a soft smile on his face as he finally drifted off.