Title: Definition
Author: Elandae
Pairing: Karl/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Viggo in makeup.
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, but sure wish I did. Nothing in here is true, I made it all up cause the only thing hotter than Vig in makeup is Karl appreciating Vig in makeup.
Feedback: lurve it
Author’s Notes: Written for a pic of Vig in makeup. Linked at the end.
Karl almost choked on his coffee the first time he saw the picture.
“Holy hell, Vig.”
“That’s an odd thing to say.”
“Wha-….whe..”
Karl gave up trying to talk and simply stared.
“I mean, it contradicts itself.” Viggo went on, not even bothered by Karl’s stuttering.
Karl cleared his throat, looking up from the picture only long enough to take in Viggo’s amused smile before his eyes darted right back.
Viggo.
His eyes almost Egyptian looking, outlined in bold, smoky lines, staring steadily into the camera. Smooth flowing lines highlighting unreadable eyes, the color not even definable.
His cheekbones a strong sure arch, his mouth almost pouting, if Viggo were a man who pouted, which he wasn’t. The wispy lines of white edging into his dark hair, which Karl almost didn’t notice he was so transfixed by the sultry look in those eyes.
“Why are you wearing makeup?” Karl finally managed to squeak out, his voice betraying him.
“I felt like it,” Viggo said with a dismissive shrug, making a move to take the picture away.
Karl jumped back, holding it protectively close to his chest. “You think I’m giving /this/ up?”
“I take it you approve then?” Viggo asked in that maddeningly offhanded way he had.
Karl didn’t answer, was too busy staring once more at the picture, his eyes drinking in the angular contours, the confident lines, but mostly that come hither expression…..
“Vig, I don’t suppose….”
“What?”
“D’ya think that you could maybe wear this for me sometime?” Karl asked, his voice going lower and lower until the last word was almost indecipherable.
Viggo threw his head back and laughed, a rich deep sound that made the blood flush into Karl’s cheeks, as well as other places. He reached forward, gently pulling the picture now held loosely in Karl’s fingers and studied it thoughtfully.
“Sometime meaning…?”
“Tonight?” Karl asked hopefully, his dimples flashing as he smiled across the table at the other man.
“I could….if you make it worth my while.”
The End.
Pic: Here
