Author: Jessie-chan

Pairing: Orlando / OMC

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Sequel to "One Night in Greece." It is several weeks after the filming of Troy, and Orlando has, thanks to Pirates of the Caribbean, become well-known in movie-making circles. Craving an escape, however short, from the pressures of Hollywood, he hops a plane and heads for a certain city...

Author's Notes: I got several requests for a sequel to "One Night in Greece," so I thought I would give it a shot. The original story is available at my website: http://www.geocities.com/jemeigs

Enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

The Parable of Piraeus
Part One: Airplanes and Nightclubs

Kate is going to hate me for this, but I am almost at the point where I honestly don't care one way or another. Our date for tonight is, for all intents and purposes, cancelled; she won't like that one bit: she's one of the types who likes to parade the fact that she's got me, that I chose her over every girl in the world. That's not the case, I know, but I don't really have much chance of changing it.

I rest my head back against the seat of the airplane chair, patiently waiting for the chance to disembark. My back hurts somewhat, but not as bad as it could hurt. I don't think I'll need painkillers this time. As the last few people make their ways out of the plane, I stop to pick up my things before going out into the terminal myself. The building is noisy, but I focus on looking for the person I am supposed to meet rather than focusing on the sights and sounds around me.

I spot a familiar, tall figure standing somewhat impatiently near the baggage pickup, and I approach him, grinning widely. "Eury!" I exclaim as soon as I'm within earshot.

The man turns and gives me a beaming grin of his own; the grin is dazzling, and I wonder what I've done to deserve a smile like that. "Orlando! I'm so glad you made it!" He gives me a tight hug, and I embrace him in return.

"I'm glad you could come pick me up," I say. "I wasn't looking forward to trying to catch a cab during tourist season." I spot my lone bag on the conveyor belt and snatch it up. "I hope there's a hotel room available somewhere."

"Don't worry about that. Save your money and stay with me."

"Do you have an extra bed?" I ask.

"No, but I've got a couch with your name written all over it," he says with a wink.

"That can't be good on the furniture," I comment jokingly as he leads me out of the airport and into its massive parking lot.

He laughs. "I don't think it minds it too much," he replies. "It happens to like your name." We reach his car, and I marvel silently. It's a beautiful, red, attention-grabbing sports car, and it takes me a moment to realize that I'm staring at a fire-engine red Porche. "Like the car?"

"It's gorgeous," I say in awe, reaching out to run my hand along the edge of the door.

"My father bought it for me when I made honors this past semester," Eury says proudly, unlocking the doors and motioning for me to get in. I do so, gingerly touching the leather upholstry. Eury, in contrast, throws himself into the driver's seat energetically and cranks the car up. Music blasts out of the speakers, and it takes me a moment to recognize the music blaring out as AFI. Blushing slightly, he turns it down. "Sorry. I forgot I had it that loud."

"That's all right," I say, buckling my seat belt. "I like that song."

Eury pulls out of the parking space and begins driving down the parking lot towards the exit. "So, how has the famous life been treating you?"

"It's been very, very busy," I say. "I wasn't expecting things to blow up so quickly."

"It was Pirates that caused it," Eury informs me. "Everyone went to see Johnny Depp, and they couldn't help but notice you." He glances up at the rearview mirror before flinging the car into the next lane. I grab for the armrest on the door, thinking it wise to hang on to something. The boy drives like a bat out of hell. "Then again, who wouldn't?"

The person in front of us brakes suddenly, and Eury slams his foot down on his own brake pedal, pushing the heel of his hand against the horn built into the steering wheel.

"Must you drive like that?" I demand, pressing a hand to my chest. I feel dizzy and short of breath.

"I'm going to assume that that's a rhetorical question," he says through gritted teeth as he navigates through busy city streets. I think of that thing Americans call road rage, and I wonder if Eury suffers from it. It's highly likely, I decide, slouching down in my seat and praying we'll make it to his house in one piece.

***

In the time since I last saw him, Eury has managed to reach the age of twenty, which is apparently a miracle considering the way he drives. I drag my things out of the trunk before following Eury into the small house he lives in.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he says, sweeping his arms out to indicate the whole of the living room.

"It's nice," I say, setting my things on the couch. "You live here by yourself?"

"Yeah, my dad bought it for me," he answers.

Does his father buy him EVERYTHING?

He drops down next to me on the sofa. "Orlando, I want to...apologize for my behavior last time you were in Piraeus," he says after a few moments. I look over at him and grin inwardly as I notice him nervously twisting his fingers together. "It was uncalled for, and I'm sorry."

I grin openly. "Eury, it's okay. Really. To be honest, I'm rather flattered."

"Why?"

"Because. I mean, it's not every day I have a guy throwing himself at me."

"Is that what you think I was doing?" he asks, not angrily but curiously. "You think I was throwing myself at you?"

I shrug. "Depends on how you interpret it, I guess. I mean, I don't think you were throwing yourself at me. Though, at the time, I did, because I was kind of freaked out."

Eury nods silently. "Do you really have a girlfriend, or was that just something you used to get me off you?"

"I really have a girlfriend," I say. "Her name is Kate."

"Oh." With this one syllable, his voice takes on a downcast tone.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" he asks. "You're apparently not interested in guys, and you're apparently secure in your sexuality..."

Yeah. Right. Secure.

I look at him again, and suddenly, I see the obvious beauty of the man sitting beside me. His eyes are downcast, staring down into his lap at his hands uncertainly. His hair, highlighted in several golden shades, lightly brushes his shoulders. His skin is the average Mediterranean color: all olive and tan, and it seems to glow in the fading sunlight shining through the window. He reaches up and brushes a lock of hair behind his ears, affording me a better view of his face, and my eyes are, oddly enough, drawn straight to his lips. The bottom lip is fuller than the top lip, but both are beautifully shaped. His lips are parted slightly, and I can imagine his breath streaming from between them. I've kissed Kate before--along with several other women--but I've never really kissed a man, and I can't help but wonder how much different it would be from kissing a man.

How would I broach a topic like this one?

I reach out and touch Eury's arm. "Eury?" He turns his head to look at me, and I hesitate, all of my words completely blown from my mind. I finally find something to say. "Do you...have anything to drink?"

"Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?"

"Alcoholic," I reply. "Beer is fine, if you've got any."

Eury nods and retreats to the kitchen to get the drinks. While he's gone, I smack myself in the forehead in annoyance and frustration at myself. I stop my self-retribution when Eury re-enters the room, two cold, sweating beer bottles in his hands. He hands me one, and I take a deep swig.

I figure I'll probably have to get sloshed to even attempt to try anything.

The beer is strong, but not foul-tasting, and I swish it around in my mouth, letting it slide around my tongue before gliding down my throat to settle heavily in my stomach. Eury sets his drink on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sits back on the couch.

"I was thinking about heading to the club, party a little bit," he says. "My father is out of town, and I've been keeping an eye on things when I can." He glances at me surreptiously out of the corner of his eye. "You can come along if you want. I can get you another one of those drinks you liked--the White Zombie?"

I nod. "That WAS a good drink."

"So, you want to go?"

I shrug. "Sure. Why not?"

***

The club is already packed when Eury and I arrive at ten that night. A large queue has formed at the door, and two bouncers are standing guard, systematically allowing people to enter as others leave. Instead of heading for the end of the line, Eury goes straight for the two bouncers, and I follow a little uncertainly.

"Antony! What's up?" Eury exclaims, slipping underneath the red velvet rope blocking off the crowd from the door. I stand even more uncertainly outside the barrier, watching as Eury discreetly flirts with Antony, showing off his black leather pants and blood-red silk shirt.

He seems to remember I'm here, and he turns towards me and motions. "Orlando, come on!"

I duck beneath the rope and join Eury at the door, feeling incredibly underdressed in my baggy blue jeans and button-up shirt. Eury grabs my hand and pulls me through the door, into the noisy club.

Rock music, which before was muffled when we were outside the club, blasts through the club, its bassline a sexy rhythm thudding through my body. Eury pulls me forward, draping my arm over his shoulder and leading me towards the stairs going to the second level, where the bar is. A new bartender is serving drinks, and she smiles at Eury before blatantly checking me out.

"What will it be, gentlemen?" she asks. Eury drops his voice and says something to her in Greek. She laughs and replies in the same, grabbing several bottles and two cocktail glasses. Within seconds, she has the drinks mixed and presented to us.

Eury picks up both drinks and hands me one. "Here. Drink this. You'll like it."

I take a cautious sip, then hum in delight. The drink is a pleasant fruity, slightly tangy mix, and I drop my head back, bolting down the remainder of the drink.

"Slow down!" Eury calls over the music, finishing off his own drink in several gulps. "You drink that too fast, you won't be able to stand on your feet well enough to dance."

"You're assuming I want to dance," I reply, leaning back against the railing surrounding the open second floor.

Eury motions with a hand down towards the dance floor. "There are plenty of pretty women down there that you could dance with."

I shrug. "What if I don't want to dance with one of them?" I ask, turning to look down at the enthusiastic partyers.

He makes a noise that is half a grunt, half some noise of understanding. "So, if you don't want to dance with one of the admittedly lovely women down there, who DO you want to dance with?"

I set my cocktail glass down on a nearby table, ignoring the glare the table's occupants give me, and turn towards Eury. "How about you?" I suggest.

His eyes widen slightly. "Are you sure?" he asks. "I mean, I thought you..."

"Eury, it's just one dance," I reply. "What could it lead to?"

He doesn't answer, opting instead to set his own glass next to mine before motioning with one hand and catching my hand with his other. "Let's go," he says, a somewhat mischevous grin forming on his face.

I follow Eury as he leads me down the stairs towards the dance floor. The alcohol I've consumed--both at Eury's house and at the club--is working into my bloodstream, and I feel a little lightheaded and much more daring. The throng of people on the dance floor is thick, and a fleeting worry of being recognized pops into my brain, but it disappears when Eury stops near the middle of the dance floor, at about the same time the crowd starts screaming enthusiastically over the song beginning to play. I vaguely recognize it as "Control," by an American band called Puddle of Mudd.

Eury pulls me close and speaks in my ear. "You still sure you really want to dance with me?" he asks. "I can be a bit wild sometimes."

"I like wild," I reply, slithering down his body and back up. I can almost see the lust cloud over his eyes.

Eury grabs me by the waist and spins me around, and I find myself pressed tightly against him, my back against his chest, his hands gripping my hips, the feel of his hot breath gliding against my neck. We stand like this for a second, completely immobile, hardly daring to move at first, perhaps in fear of what might result.

Then Eury begins to move.

His sudden movement throws my entire mental balance completely off, and it takes me a moment to recover, finding my rhythm after focusing on the music for a few seconds.

There is no way to truly describe our dance. Skin glides against skin; fingers brush lightly through hair; sweat-slickened fingers slide against limbs effortlessly. It is like sex, with clothing as the only restriction, the only barrier between the obvious physical passion we feel now and the sheer bliss we could feel later.

The real problems with my self-control begin when Eury brushes my curls away from my neck as I slide down his front, and as I come back up, he very lightly runs a finger along the back of my neck. I gasp, startled, and almost fall on the floor, and it is only Eury's arm catching me around the waist that keeps me from actually falling. He quickly pulls me back against him, and I bite my lower lip when I feel something hard pressing against my rear. I turn to look at Eury, an eyebrow raised and feeling flustered.

He blushes and mutters, "Sorry. Completely unintentional. I couldn't help it."

I give him a somewhat shaky grin. The little bit of alcohol I have consumed is wearing off some, and I am beginning to lose my nerve. "I think I need something to drink," I say, leaning a little closer so he can hear me. "Do you need anything?"

"I'll just go up with you," he offers, catching my hand and beginning to move us out of the crowd. We go back upstairs, and Eury goes to the bar once again, ordering drinks from the same girl who served us drinks earlier.

When Eury returns with the drinks, I give him a little grin. "She likes you," I inform him.

"Who? Delphi?" He discreetly glances back in the bartender's direction. "Geez. I hope she realizes I'm not interested."

I chuckle and take a sip of the bright blue drink he's brought me. "What is this?" I ask, lifting the shot glass at eye level. "And why is it in a shot glass?"

"It's Hypnotq, and it's in a shot glass because I bought a sampler." He expertly skulls his shot. "I actually have a bottle of this at home, so if you want some more, we can head home..." He trails off, and I stare at him for a second before bolting back my own drink. The glass goes onto a nearby table, and I slink a little closer to him, feeling my confidence returning.

"I think I want some more," I murmur in his ear.

I have never seen anyone move as fast as Eury as he nearly throws his shot glass on the table and grabs my arm.

"Let's go," he says, with a gentle tug on my elbow.

I follow him back down the stairs and out the door.

TBC in Part Two: "Leather and Denim, Silk and Cotton"