Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I just borrow the character's for this story; this is not a fiction to be sold, it is merely for amusement. I do not own the characters and they can go home at the end of the story.
Warning: Explicit Sex, Homosexual relations and Threesome

The cast was nearing the end of the wrap up filming of Return of the King. Most of the filming had been completed eight months ago, but after editing Peter Jackson had decided some extra filming was needed. The usually ebullient cast members were somewhat subdued as they realized that their time together was almost over. Two members of the cast seemed especially gloomy, but no one was willing to approach them as to the cause. They knew they would only get a nasty look and a mumbled, "None of your business." The rest of the cast looked worried, but respectfully kept their distance from Viggo Mortensen and Orlando Bloom.

Viggo stood apart from the crowd, gazing over the fantastic scenery of New Zealand. In spite of the gorgeous view, his heart was heavy with guilt and sorrow. No matter which way he looked at his situation, all he could see was that he was hurting someone who had come to mean a great deal to him. Turning back to the bustle of the assembled cast and crew, his eyes scanned the group looking for the source of his present contemplation. His eyes flew immediately to the 5'11" slender young man of whom he had obsessing over for months. Orlando Bloom was also separated from the group. He sat in the shade of a blooming Jacaranda tree pretending to read over his script, but Viggo could tell by his slumped posture that he was depressed and disguising it to avoid dealing with anyone.

"How did it ever come to this?" Viggo said to himself. Hearing no answer beyond the hubbub of the film team and the low moan of the wind, Viggo began recreating in his mind the history of his current problem.

...Throughout the filming of the Fellowship of the Ring, Viggo and his fellow cast mates had great relationships and really enjoyed each others company. Working on a film as extensive as any of the three parts of the Trilogy, cast members can become close and almost family. Viggo always enjoyed the time he spent with the younger members of the Fellowship especially. Even though they were quite a bit younger than him, his youthful outlook and energy had guaranteed him a place in their set. During the hiatus between this movie and the shooting of The Two Towers, Viggo found himself really missing his young companions...

When shooting resumed for the second part of the epic, the social dynamics of the group changed quite a bit. As the cast members were set in teams according to their shooting schedules, Viggo found himself spending a great deal of time with Orlando and John Rhys-Davies. John didn't really socialize with the group very often, so more and more Viggo found himself with Orlando. Viggo really admired the young actor. Orlando was quite impressive in his second film role and Viggo became more and more intrigued with the actor and his characterization of Legolas. In fact, he started spending a great deal of time thinking about "Elf-boy" as he jokingly called him. Embarrassed by his thoughts of the much younger man, Viggo tried to convince himself that he wasn't interested in Orlando because he refused to allow himself to become a "dirty old man".

Somehow or another Orlando had crawled under his skin and Viggo couldn't shake what was swiftly becoming an obsession. Viggo started separating himself from the younger set in an attempt to conceal his growing feelings of lust and affection for Orlando. But he hadn't figured on Orlando when he made this decision. Because unknown to Viggo at that time, Orlando too was developing deep feelings for his mentor. One evening Orlando dropped by unannounced at Viggo's trailer. Apparently armed with Dutch courage, in the form of quite a few drinks with "the Hobbits". Orlando decided to have it out with Viggo and hence his midnight visit.

Orlando knocked loudly on the trailer door and then slumped against the door as he waited for Viggo. Viggo was unaware of this and jerked open the door suddenly, ready to berate the fool that had awoken him from his much needed sleep. Orlando, in surprise and a much diminished sense of balance, fell to the floor of the trailer in a sudden heap. Looking up he was shocked to find Viggo only wearing a pair of blue satin boxers. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a silent "oh". Viggo, suddenly made aware of his state of undress, blushed and grabbed a throw from his armchair to cover himself in. Totally confused by the situation, Viggo asked Orlando to make himself at home without thinking of the implications.

Orlando, embarrassed by his position, hastily stood. He quickly sat down in the armchair that previously held the throw, afraid that Viggo might change his mind. Viggo looked at him warily, but unable to stop thinking about how gorgeous Orlando looked tonight. He was wearing black leather low riders and an oversized white button-up shirt tucked in with only the lower three buttons fastened. His chest gleamed in the low lighting.

Viggo sat carefully on the love seat and looked inquiringly at his guest, "Orlando, not that you aren't welcome anytime, but why are you here?"

"Well I din't really think I would be welcome. You haven't been exactly friendly lately and it took a lot to build up my courage to come here. I came because I need to know what I did to make you dislike me." Orlando slurred, in a rush to get it out before his alcohol induced courage deserted him.

Viggo sat back on the love seat with a sigh. He had been dreading this moment, had desperately hoped it wouldn't come. "Orlando, I don't dislike you at all. I admire you greatly. I have just had a lot of things on my mind."

Orlando leaned forward, searching Viggo's face for the truth of his answer. Apparently it wasn't there. "But Viggo, we are friends, you know you can share your problems with me. I thought we had become close, in fact I thought ..." blushing Orlando suddenly stopped.  

Viggo was intrigued by that blush, it seemed to have started from Orlando's chest and risen to cover his whole face. "What did you think, Elf-boy?" Viggo said softly.

Orlando looked up and saw something different in the way that Viggo looked at him, something Viggo had never allowed him to see before. Maybe it was just compassion, but then again maybe it was something stronger, something that might pull them together. "I…,” he paused a moment, to gather his thoughts, “I thought you were coming to care for me the way that I care for you, Smelly Ranger." Orlando said so softly that Viggo had to strain to hear his voice.

"I do care, but I never thought you could care for me, someone so much older..." Viggo trailed off, in shock realizing what he had just said.

Orlando only needed to hear that but once, he launched himself out of the chair and threw himself on top of Viggo, almost rolling them both off the love seat. He wrapped his arms around Viggo and hugged him so hard that Viggo was afraid his bones would crack. "Slow down, Orlando, you can't make this kind of choice when you have been drinking." Viggo said, though he truly wanted to never be let go of again.

"Viggo, I made this decision long ago, long before you decided to hide yourself away from me. I was just trying to figure out if you could return my feelings." Orlando breathed into Viggo's ear, "Now I am not letting you get away from me again."

Shivers ran up and down Viggo’s spine at the feeling of Orlando's warm breath in his ear. And somehow in the struggle to remain on the love seat, the throw had come unwrapped from around his body. The warmth of Orlando's body on top of him was making his manhood strain against the satin and quite obviously declared that he was not unaffected by this situation.

Orlando ran his hands down Viggo's back slowly, carefully examining every ridge and sinew. "I know that we can be magic together. And you'd realize it too, if you would just release your insecurities about our age difference."

Viggo was having a hard time thinking, the feelings that Orlando was releasing with his hands was clouding his mind and whispering to him to relax and enjoy. Orlando, watching him closely, knew that this was the time to be bold. Lowering his left hand, he stroked downward until his hand reached its target, Viggo's firm buttocks. Cupping his hand around Viggo's neck, he squeezed gently and lowered his head to his neck, licking the strong muscles two inches below his ear and then biting slightly. Viggo was surprised into releasing a long moan and he arched his body to be closer to his tormentor. Orlando continued nibbling and licking as he moved lower down Viggo’s torso. Making small circles around Viggo's left nipple with his tongue he moved his left hand to trail around Viggo's hip and caress his thigh. Viggo's body was quivering in reaction to the gentle torture that Orlando was inflicting.

Suddenly Viggo felt Orlando shift away and he moaned in frustration. Opening his eyes, he saw the young man removing his shirt and revealing a sun tanned chest rippling slightly with muscles. Smooth skin, so smooth that Viggo had to reach out to see if it was a soft as it looked. He ran his fingers lightly over Orlando's abdomen, causing the muscles to tighten with reaction. Then Viggo raised himself slightly to look at the sun imprinted on Orlando's stomach. Sitting up farther still he laid his lips against the tattoo, "I have always wanted to kiss the sun," he murmured barely loud enough to be heard.

Orlando crowed in triumph and gathered Viggo into his arms again by sitting on his lap facing Viggo with his legs kneeling on either side of him. Pressing his chest to Viggo's face, he kneaded Viggo's shoulder muscles with his hands. Viggo felt hot and cold at the same time as he felt that smooth skin against his whiskered face. Viggo felt his head spinning out of control and suddenly was afraid at the strength of his feelings. He quickly stood without thinking and dumped Orlando upon the floor. Orlando was in shock and let out a loud moan.

Viggo quickly realized what he had done and was desperately afraid that he had hurt Orli. Scooping him up in his strong arms he carried him into the bedroom and laid him upon his bed. Sitting beside him, softly running his hands down Orlando's body, he looked for injuries. Suddenly he heard a giggle, looking up he saw Orli grinning at him. "Why you FAKER!!" Viggo huffed.

Orli grabbed him before he could rise off of the bed and flipped him so that it was Viggo laying on the bed, looking up in surprise. Orli quickly straddled him and placed his hands upon his shoulders. "I told you that I am not letting you get away again and I meant it." he said as he leaned down closer. Placing his lips on Viggo's forehead he left tiny kisses all the way down until he claimed Viggo's lips with his own. Viggo felt a flutter in his stomach as once again his boxers became restrictive.

Orli rose slightly and moved his hips down so that he was sitting lightly upon Viggo's erection, the tight leather of his pants pressing against him in a disconcerting way. "You're not going to try to tell me that you don't want me, I know that's not true," as he rubbed himself against Viggo tantalizingly slow.

Viggo felt all his blood rushing to his nether regions and knew that he couldn't leave, not without tasting this experience to its fullest. He groaned and grabbed Orli with a passion that surprised both of them. He rolled Orli over and proceeded to show Orli precisely how he felt with a kiss that rocked both of their worlds. Then he continued kissing him as he released the snap of Orli's pants and unzipped them agonizingly slow. Each click audible as the zipper slid down. Running his hand over Orli's penis he then stripped him of his pants as Orli raised his hips to assist him. Grasping him around his shaft with one hand, he cupped Orli's balls with the other hand. Orli groaned and arched his hips into the air. Viggo lowered his lips to the turgid tip and ran his tongue around it lightly.

"Oh my God!" Orli cried as his member bucked within Viggo's hand. Viggo smiled down at the vision of Orli in total passion. He lightly rubbed his hand up and down Orli's shaft as he once again lowered his head. He licked Orli like he was an ice cream cone, slow and leisurely, causing Orli to writhe in ecstasy. Now holding Orli's bucking hips down with both of his hands, he took Orli's penis into his mouth gingerly, sucking slightly and then gagging a little when Orli actually increased in size again. Slowing down to relax his throat, Viggo then took his penis further into his mouth and began moving his head up and down in rhythm. Orli moaned as Viggo increased the rhythm and pushed his hips against Viggo's restraining hands. Orlando tangled his tanned hands in Viggo's golden brown hair. Viggo was unprepared for the release of Orlando's seed as he came strongly and suddenly into his mouth, even more surprisingly Viggo spontaneously came at the same time.

Orli lay shuddering in response to his orgasm as Viggo looked upon him with his haunting green eyes. Nothing had ever looked so beautiful to him before. Orlando's vulnerability at that moment raised a strong instinct to protect in Viggo. To protect his mate.

Orli raised his deep brown eyes to Viggo's and reached out for Viggo's hand, "I have never felt anything like that before." Viggo gathered him into his arms and stretched his length against Orli's. Eye to eye, chest to chest and hip to hip they meshed together perfectly. "Neither have I Elf Boy, neither have I", encased in each others arms they fell into a peaceful slumber...

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stones

by viggo mortensen

met by a lake near the sun
your mouth and eyes, arms
and legs, melted as though
we'd known each other well
and needed only rekindle
warmth of the familiar.
as if patience were rewarded
and now we'd share everything.

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Viggo shook his shaggy head, aggrieved at the loss of those bright early days in their relationship.

...As the filming continued, Viggo and Orlando were rarely apart. Even during the scenes that he wasn't taking part in, Viggo was always nearby watching his lover with bright shining eyes.

Viggo loved watching Orlando act, his grace and wry humor as he played the elf Legolas never failed to make Viggo impatient for the shooting to end so they could be alone together. It even became difficult to do the few loves scenes he had with Liv, as he was so wrapped up in his Elf-Boy.

But it seemed those days of brilliance couldn't last, for when shooting wrapped up and everyone headed for home or on to new projects, the time he got to spend with Orlando no longer seemed so special.

Viggo kept trying to justify this change in his mind. With them both having moved on to new projects, there wasn't enough time together . They were both tired out and needed more rest. But no matter what reasons he ticked off in his brain, the result was the same: the glamour had faded.

Little things about Orlando began to annoy Viggo. The stronger accent that Orlando spoke in when not in character, the crude way he would speak of lovemaking, and even his boyish sense of humor that was sometimes too boisterous.

Viggo began to immerse himself in his artwork, endlessly painting visions of Orlando the way he appeared back in New Zealand. In his mind he was searching for a path back to those days of wonder, but instead he began to obsess over the images of the radiant elf that he was creating...

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trague

by viggo mortensen

I swallowed the reel
and the rod
and the faith that
so sweetly i had
the afternoon of the day
that i met you

i saw myself in your eyes
and in your arms
and an entire lifetime
in your lips i lived
the afternoon of the day
that I met you

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Orlando was caught in a gloom so deep that he was barely able to shake it off long enough to play his character during his scenes. He had come to loathe the part that he had once gloried in, for Legolas had become the enemy. How can I be so fucking jealous of a bloody fictional character? he would ask himself over and over again in his mind. It seemed to him that Legolas the elf had become so much more real than Orlando had ever been.

He had been avoiding his friends, hating to see the questions in their eyes, the pity. He stood and leaned against the tree he had been sitting under. "Bloody Hell! Isn't this fucking movie ever going to get put in the can? All I want is to be away from this cake hole place!," he cursed softly. In his depression, even his beloved New Zealand seemed a tormentor, for here he had found his love and here he was losing him.

Orlando raised his tormented eyes and looked across the set to Viggo, his eyes two glassy pools of misery. Even the cerulean blue contacts that he wore for his role couldn't disguise the depth of his despair. Viggo glanced up and their eyes met, in that moment Orlando showed all the love and sadness within his eyes. Viggo was caught in their fathomless beauty for a moment and then looked away quickly in shame.

Orlando threw himself back down on the ground and groaned as the rough landing jarred the old injury to his back from breaking it falling three stories from the entry way to a mate's flat. When did it all start to go wrong? he asked himself. Sifting through his memories, he came to the conclusions that the day of their six month anniversary was when he first noticed that Viggo wasn't himself. Orlando closed his eyes and remembered.

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...Orlando was leaning on the bar at the club. He was dressed in low-rider black leather pants and a cerulean blue shirt that matched the color of Legolas' eyes, for Viggo said it was his favorite color on him. The motorcycle boots that he wore tapped in time with the heavy beat of the pulsating music. Pushing a hand through his curly hair he watched the dance floor from behind his mirrored shades.

Viggo entered the club slowly, clad in black jeans and a black silk shirt unbuttoned to his navel. For some reason, he just wasn't into the thought of celebrating their six month anniversary tonight. He felt the heaviness that had settled around his mind lately dulling his senses. "Damn!" He said softly to himself, "This is for my Elf Boy, I will make this a good night." Shaking his head to clear the fog, he then scanned the crowd for his lover. Almost missing him, his eyes then settled on him at the bar. ...He is even wearing my favorite shirt... Viggo thought with a slight smile as he strode quickly over to the bar.

Orlando had a drink in his hand and the contents were swirling around slightly as he tilted it a bit and took a sip, only to swirl the contents again, his gaze was still on the dance floor as he tapped to the beat still with his foot, waiting for Viggo and trying not to look at his watch.

Viggo was amused watching Orlando; he could see the barely contained impatience and the aborted peeks at his watch. Viggo quietly walked up behind him and leaned over to breathe in his ear, "You look gorgeous tonight Elf-Boy!"

Orlando smirked at the sound of that voice with it's warm tones, and spoke. "Sorry, I'm waiting for someone." he said without turning.

"Oh really!", Viggo growled into his ear, perfectly willing to play this game. "And what does this person you are waiting for have, that I don't?" Viggo licked the ear lobe that dangled enticingly before him.

He shivered slightly, "Stunning, haunting green eyes and a scruffy chin," he said as he finished off his drink, his right hand sliding behind him and cupping Viggo's erection. "Mmm, you seem happy to see me," he said, rubbing backwards against the older man.

"Very happy, I will show you how much later!" he groaned. He grabbed Orlando's shoulder and spun him around on his stool. Standing between his legs, he gave the younger man a heated kiss, plunging his tongue deep into his mouth. Reaching up to caress Orli's hair, he felt as always a slight shock at the waves in his hair, expecting instead straight silkiness.

Orlando gasped as the stool was turned and his mouth was suddenly plundered. In spite of the shock, he managed to wrap his fingers in Viggo's hair, always loving how it felt between his fingers. He let out a guttural moan of desire and need, his left leg came up and wrapped around Viggo's waist as he broke the kiss and growled, "Wanna dance? or did you wanna go home and shag until we're both too sore to move?"

"Let's dance a little Elf-boy, then I will take you home for dessert!" he managed to say. Viggo was sometimes shocked at Orlando's crudeness, for it wasn't how he thought of him in his daydreams. He then smiled and raised his eye brow at Orlando's expression of delight.

"Oooh, I finally get you on the dance floor." he said, pulling Viggo by his hand into the heavy pulsating beat that pounded the dance floor. He wrapped one arm around Viggo's waist, the other draped around his neck, as he ground his hips hard into the older man's, his head coming close to Viggo's ear, "Come on, are you sure this is what you want? You don't want to go home and shag? Spill yourself inside me while I'm screaming your name?"

Viggo winced slightly at the words, but tried to disguise it as a credible quiver. "Getting me on the dance floor is part of your anniversary present, Elf-boy! You better enjoy it while you can!" Viggo squeezed Orlando's butt as his lover gyrated against him.

Orlando blinked a bit, "Vig, what's wrong?" he asked, grinding less as he finally just stopped, even as Viggo squeezed his butt. "Something's up, you winced... I saw it."

Viggo could see the concern on the younger man's face and tried to think quickly, but the heavy beat and the booming bass was making it hard for him to think. "I have a slight headache, Orli, it just gave me a twinge that's all." Guilt at the lie washed over him, but there was no way he was going to tell Orlando the truth, especially tonight.

"Then let's go home." Orlando said as he took Viggo’s' hand and started heading for the door.

Viggo followed him out the door into the warm evening air. "Are you sure you don't want to dance some more Orli, I will be okay. Or maybe get something to eat? This is a special night. I want it to be perfect for you." Viggo was sincere, he truly did want it to be special for Orlando, if only this nagging obsession would leave him alone. He was nervous about tonight. It was getting difficult for him to pretend that everything was all right. If only he could manage to get through this night, he felt everything would be ok.

"Mm, I think a cup of soy milk cocoa and a good shag will be enough for me. All I really need is you, Vig.. I thought you knew that by now," Orlando replied as they left the club, and walked towards Viggo's black jaguar XLS and climbed in the passenger side.

Viggo walked toward the car and slipped into the driver's seat. He ran his hands lightly over the steering wheel and tried to ground his spinning thoughts. "Elf-boy, do you ever feel like you are in the wrong dimension?" Viggo asked philosophically. Then he turned the key, backed the jag out of the parking spot and headed toward their flat.

"Yeah, sometimes..." he said, turning his head and resting it on Viggo's shoulder as he drove, his fingers traveling along the clothing clad pants, caressing the older man's inner thigh, "Why do you ask?"

"Lately I have been having a hard time focusing, I feel all out of whack! Everything felt so clear back in New Zealand. Now I feel like I am the wrong person." Viggo knew he wasn't making much sense, but the dullness in his brain wasn't letting him articulate.

Orlando looked up at his lover, "Well, who do you think you are?" he asked softly, kissing the side of Viggo's neck.

"A bloody fool for worrying about this shit, when I have our anniversary to celebrate with you, Elf-boy! Come on, I want to show you your present!" He said as he pulled into a parking space near their flat.

"I get a present? I don't need a present, Viggo..." he said as he climbed from the car and gazed at his lover. "But give it to me anyway,”  he said grinning.

Viggo led him upstairs, and went to a small cupboard by the stereo unit. "Happy Anniversary Lover, I hope you like it." Viggo's eyes gleamed. He handed him a wrapped package roughly 1'x2' and 2 inches deep.

Orlando took the package, running his hands over the smooth paper and then his eyes were shining as he opened it slowly, undoing the tape then separating it, to see what was within. "You really didn't have to, Viggo... I could have lived with just you."

"I know that, I wanted to give you something you would like." Viggo watched as Orlando opened the package carefully, like a small child who wants to draw out the suspense.

Orlando got all the tape loosened and then opened the paper. Inside was the back of a book. He raised an eyebrow at Viggo.

"Turn it over, silly." Viggo laughed his husky laugh.

Orlando reached in the paper and gingerly turned the book over. His eyes widened when he saw that it was the complete lyrics and poems of Bob Dylan. He loved Bob Dylan!

Viggo urged, "Look inside, melethron"

Orlando carefully opened the cover, not only was the book a first edition, but it had been signed by Bob Dylan. "Oh Viggo, what a fantastic gift! Thanks my love!" He carefully placed the book on the coffee table and then threw his arms around Viggo's neck. He kissed the older man passionately, ravishing Viggo's mouth with his tongue. His hands pulled hungrily at the buttons of the silk shirt almost ripping it open. He just wanted to meld with his lover's warm flesh.

Viggo sucked hungrily upon Orlando's tongue, flicking it with his own. He groaned as he felt his shirt give way. He shook the shirt off and then worked the buttons of Orlando's shirt even as Orlando raked his nails down Viggo's back. Viggo pulled the shirt down, but not off Orlando, trapping his arms. He pulled away from Orli's mouth and bit him on the neck just below his ear, almost hard enough to draw blood.

Orlando's erection pulsed in the warm encasing leather of his pants. This was turning him on so much, rarely did Viggo get rough like this. He struggled to use his arms, but Viggo had too strong of a grip on his shirt. "Viggo please, I want to touch you!" Orlando cried out.

Viggo twisted the shirt tighter. "Dina, melethron! You will do as you are told!" Viggo said harshly. Then he bit Orlando in the soft spot next to the collar bone and laved it with his tongue.

Orlando gasped as he tilted his head back, shivering under the harsh bites and the fiery licks of that heated tongue of Viggo's as he panted trying to catch his breath, "Viggo.... I...." Orlando wasn't sure why he was speaking in Elvish and he was not about to retaliate in kind as he lifted his head then and spoke, "God, I want to just touch you, please... let me..."

"Be still, I said!" Using his free hand he loosed the fastenings on Orlando's pants. Viggo pushed his own pants down to his knees and then forced Orlando to kneel before him.

As he was forced to his knees before Viggo, Orlando’s brown eyes filled with lust and desire rose within him so strongly that he almost reeled with it. He looked into those green eyes that he had fallen head over heels in love with. Then his eyes lowered and a soft whimper left his throat as he could see the bead of moisture leaking from the tip of Viggo's impressive erection.

Viggo laughed harshly. "Well, what do you want? Impress me with your need and I might give it to you," he drawled in a husky voice.

Orlando swallowed Viggo's erection whole in one swipe of his mouth, engulfing the impressive length, as he circled it with his tongue, hollowing his cheeks and moving up and down quickly, then nibbled at the tip of it as he drew it out of his mouth and looked up at him, "What if I told you, I wanted to just throw you down and have my way with you.... would you let me?"

Viggo swallowed as those soft lips covered his erection, then couldn't contain a groan as Orlando's mouth worked magic on his shaft. The nibble did him in. He sunk to his knees next to his lover and pulled him closer by the shirt. "Orlando, is that what you need?" he managed to say before he savaged Orlando's ear lobe.

There were no words that he could form in his throat to show Viggo how he felt as he launched himself as best he could against the hard form of the older man, ravenously taking the mouth with his own, tongue covering the interior of Viggo's mouth leaving no crevasse untouched. Though his arms were still bound around his waist by the shirt he wore, he cared not, as he pressed his own erection against Viggo's.

Hampered as he was by the pants still around his knees, Viggo lost his balance as Orlando threw himself upon Viggo. As Orlando took control of Viggo's mouth they fell backwards onto the plush mohair rug. Orlando ground his hips into Viggo's harder, breaking that kiss between them, he growled out, "I like it when you're rough with me, Viggo... but I like it more when you're beneath me..." he whispered, his voice husky.

Viggo groaned in assent as his hand released the tortured fabric of Orlando's shirt. He reached for Orlando's buttocks and squeezed them hard as he ground his hips upward into Orlando's erection.

Stripping the shirt off quickly, he moved it steadily up Viggo's body, trailing the silk over his wrists before he tied Viggo down to the legs of the couch and slithered backwards climbing to his feet.

The feel of the silk gliding over his torso sent a quiver through his whole body, so intent on the sensation, he didn't realize till it was too late that he was being secured to the couch. "Orli, no" Viggo had a moment of panic as he realized was effectively trapped, by the silken shirt and by his own traitorous pants.

Walking over to the cd player, he riffled through the stack. He picked one, slid it in and then pressed play. He turned, glancing over his shoulder at Viggo and said, "I'd be quiet if I were you, don't make me find your shirt to gag you with," he whispered, his voice dropping several octaves becoming husky and filled with desire.

Viggo looked intently into his lover's eyes and saw deadly purpose there, he really would be gagged. Not sure that he could handle that, he stilled his voice.

The beat of the music was soft and sultry, as Orlando began running his hands over his body, turning halfway and moving his hips in soft figure eights as he left the pants unbuttoned at the top, showing off those curly hairs that rested atop his groin. His left hand flickered through his hair as he sank to his knees on the rug, only to look at Viggo with a predatory hunger in his gaze. Hungry Eyes, eyes that devoured his lover's form tied to the couch and practically naked, just turned him on even more, as he crawled, like a panther towards the older man.

Viggo felt his entire body turn to molten lava as he watched Orlando perform. The very act of stifling his cries was acting as an aphrodisiac on Viggo. His helplessness was causing his whole body to feel inflamed.

Reaching Viggo's pants, Orlando took them in his fingers and with feather light touches drew them down his legs and pulled them off, removing his shoes then tossing each item of clothing haphazardly around them.  He sat back on his heels then, the brown depths of his eyes glassy with an ache that only Viggo could fill. He ran his hand up over his chest only to circle his nipples and flick them with his index finger and thumb, as his head tilted backwards and eyes closed in the ecstasy with the pleasure he brought to himself.

Viggo watched Orlando touching himself and ached. His erection jerked as if it was reaching for his lover. Viggo felt as if every nerve in his body were tingling and wasn't sure he would be able to handle any touch upon his body without screaming.

Rolling to his feet with the litheness of a cat, Orlando turned, running those hands over his ass beneath the leather, as he trailed one hand back up his body, and halfway turned towards Viggo, sucked his index finger into his mouth, wetting it until it was glistening with his own saliva.. "Mm, you look good enough to devour." He purred, slowly sliding the finger over his chest, leaving a shimmering trail behind. Orlando watched each reaction of his lover, as he lost himself in the music and the soft sultry beat.

Viggo strained at the bonds holding him, his hips arching upward, begging for surcease of the torment. Viggo's eyes rolled back in his head as he couldn't help moaning in frustration.

With agonizing slowness, Orlando drew the pants he wore over his legs, kicking his boots off in the process, as he did so, he watched Viggo's eyes, never taking his own off of them, as he whispered, "What do you want?" though he wanted a response, he wasn't going to allow Viggo to actually answer as he crawled up the older man's form and kissed him, teasingly licking at the corners of his mouth, tasting him but not letting him have his pleasure.

Moving backwards so that Viggo's erection was nestled between the cheeks of his ass, Orlando rotated his hips slightly, his own fingers sliding down his chest and abdomen till he reached his own aching length. Wrapping the fingers of his right hand around himself, he started to stroke with leisurely movements, his left hand sliding up and pinching his own nipple, as he let out a mewl of pleasure and tilted his head back even more. "Awww, look at you, did we want something?"

Viggo ground his hips upward, feeling the soft down upon Orlando's cheeks rub against his erection. Practically weeping with frustration he pulled in futility at his bonds. He howled his needs without words.

Hearing Viggo howl was almost enough to be Orlando's undoing, as he stroked himself a bit faster and looked down at Viggo with passion in his eyes. "Did you want me to stop?" he asked, as he raised his hips and relieved the pressure around Viggo's erection.

By this time Viggo could not have spoken if his life depended on it, all of his consciousness was bound up into sensation. The blood had rushed to the surface of his skin making him hypersensitive. Even the slight breeze from the ceiling fan was adding to his torment. He was a pulsating creature of need. When Orlando raised his hips, tears began to flow down his cheeks.

"Don't cry.... please, god... Viggo, don't cry.." he whispered, leaning down and kissing the tears that flowed from Viggo's eyes. "I'm sorry..." he finished, as he reached up and slowly untied the bonds that held his beloved in place.

Viggo grabbed Orlando the minute his hands were free and with an animalistic growl, flipped him onto his stomach. He no longer was a rational human being. His need had released the beast and he had to dominate his mate.

Orlando let out a soft cry of surprise as he was flipped over onto his stomach and let out a mewl of pleasure as his erection brushed against the rug beneath his body. "Viggo...." he moaned, as he writhed against the older man's body..

Viggo roughly pulled Orlando's body upright and bent him over the couch. Spreading Orlando's legs, he reached underneath and caressed the sensitive areas underneath roughly. His other hand spread Orlando's cheeks and then probed his rim with his finger.

A soft whimper left Orlando's throat as he was moved roughly, and pressed against the couch. He could feel his legs spreading and shamelessly spread them further apart. He felt the probing of Viggo's finger and pressed himself backwards, asking for more silently, and wiggled as Viggo caressed his sac.

Viggo slipped his finger in suddenly, pushing it in as far as it could go. Then withdrew it. He heard Orlando's whimper and it was music to him. Adding another finger he again shoved them in deeply and painfully.

Orlando whimpered louder, squirming in pain as Viggo was usually a little more gentle with him as he turned his head, "Viggo.... can you be a little more gentle with me?" he asked, turning his head and facing him with pain glazed eyes.

At the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes, like music to the savage beast, Viggo gentled his touch, and wriggled his fingers within Orlando, while gently squeezing his sac. The wiggling was nearly enough to send Orlando's body out of control as the stars went supernova in his head, "Unh, Viggo...." he whimpered, wiggling his ass backwards and rotating his hips in a motion that usually drove Viggo crazy when he was inside.

Viggo felt the gyrations of Orlando under his hands and he groaned, imagining what it would be like when he entered him fully. Removing his fingers, he reached into the end table drawer and pulled out a vial of lubricant. Never releasing the pressure on Orlando's scrotum, he twisted the cap off with his teeth and spit it across the floor. He quickly spread some on his shaft, not even taking time to warm it. The shock made him groan. Taking some of the lubricant, he greased Orlando's opening and then teased it with the tip of his penis.

Growling deep in his throat at the feeling of Viggo's erection against his opening, he didn't even think twice but thrust himself backwards, taking the entire length in one move. A scream of pleasure left his throat at the burning sense of pain at his brutal entry that he himself had forced. Then he rotated his hips, squeezing his muscles and making it harder for the older man to pull out.

Moaning gutturally at the feel of his shaft imbedded within Orlando, he felt waves of dizziness flow over him at the sensations that Orlando was producing with his muscles and gyrations. Orlando rotated his hips in the opposite direction then, squeezing harder as he pulled up a bit then thrust himself backwards again, "God, Viggo... please... I.... I..." he whimpered as he kept rotating his hips, fingers clawing at the material of the couch.

Viggo grasped Orlando's shaft and began pumping both his hips into Orlando as his hand went up and down on his erection. Viggo bit Orlando's neck as he moved rhythmically above him. Loving the bite to his neck, Orlando flipped his hair to the side and exposed more of the slender parts of his throat as he felt Viggo's hand on his shaft pumping him, brought him to the edge of his pleasure and he let out a hoarse shout, as he gripped the couch harder and arched his back, pulling Viggo deeper inside his body as his entire body broke into the sweet sheen of sweat.

Viggo took up the invitation and ravaged Orlando's neck with his mouth. Bites and nibbles cascaded down upon his slender neck. He increased the rhythm of his fucking and manipulation, feeling the sweat pour off his body and joining with his young lover's. Orlando clenched on his penis and he rocketed into orgasm, spilling his seed thickly into Orlando's opening. As he reached his peak, he screamed. "Legolas, A'maelamin!"

Orlando stiffened in shock beneath Viggo's body and without thinking, reached behind him and shoved hard with his hand, "Get the fuck off of me!" he snarled, his erection still throbbing with the need to come. "Viggo, I'm fucking serious, get the fuck off me right now."

Viggo reeled backwards and sat down. His head was spinning and he could tell that Orlando was angry, but he wasn't sure why. Could Orli be mad that he came first? "Orli, what's wrong? What did I do?" he managed to ask in bewilderment.

Without answering, he reached for his pants and pulled them on, scooping up the shirt and throwing it over his shoulders, he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. "You figure it out," he said, wrenching the door open and heading out, slamming it behind him.

Viggo stared at the door, willing it to open, so that Orlando would come back in and they could figure out what the problem was. But staring didn't produce the desired results and after waiting for an hour for Orlando to return, Viggo went to his bed for a restless night.

Orlando drove, not sure where he was going  but finally he stopped driving and ended up sitting on the hood of his car, puffing idly at the cigarette that he pulled from the fresh pack he had just bought, as he watched the stars above and tried not to cry.

He headed back to the house and went quietly inside not wanting to wake Viggo. As he looked at the couch, clear images of Viggo pounding into him and then calling him Legolas came rushing back. Shaking his head to clear it, he headed down the hall and into the bedroom where he saw Viggo lying in a pile of twisted sheets sleeping. Without a word he slipped out of his clothes and pulling on a pair of flannel boxers slipped into bed. He didn't think he would be able to sleep, but exhaustion claimed him and he passed into slumber with a sigh...

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..were you taking
in my face to
save an image
you've rarely allowed
yourself after leaving
that cold alcove?
Am I a photograph
you gaze at in
moments of weakness?

By Viggo Mortensen

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Orlando flinched at the memory. He raised his pain-filled eyes to again search out Viggo. His eyes raked up his lover's trim figure and coming to rest on Viggo's chiseled face. Every line was committed to memory, the scar on his lip was engraved on his heart. How many times had he kissed the cleft in his chin? Raw emotion washed over Orlando as he gazed in soul-searching intensity at the older man. No longer able to raise his eyes to look, he lowered them and looked inward again.

...That was not the last time that Orlando was to hear his rival's name upon his lover's lips, in moments of great passion Viggo would call out the name of Legolas instead of his lover's real name. At first Orlando would try to ignore it and instead try to impress himself into the older man's vision. But it seemed that the harder that Orlando tried to get Viggo to see the real him, the more that Viggo would turn to his dream lover.

Orlando became a walking shell. He started avoiding the intimacy that would result in Viggo calling him by the elf's name. He avoided his friends and family. Co-workers were surprised at how cold and distant he had become. He spent most of his time in his darkened flat, eyes closed, smoking and writing in his journal.

When the time came to head back to New Zealand for the re-dos, Orlando was very ambivalent about going. On the one hand, seeing Orlando as Legolas everyday wasn't going to help make Viggo see him the way he really was. On the other hand, Orlando loved New Zealand. It's ever changing scenery and fascinating people might bring some peace to his troubled soul. So Orlando packed his kit and flew across the world.

The location was hopping when Orlando arrived. He really didn't feel like hanging out with the crowd so he merely went to PJ's assistant to find out when he was on call. He headed to the house he had rented with Viggo and unpacked his kit. Having nothing better to do, he headed out to the porch to have a cigarette and watch the sunset.

The weeks crawled by, things didn't go exactly as Orlando feared, it was far worse. Being with Viggo for an extended time, made it impossible for him to hide his depression. At first Viggo tried to get Orlando to talk about what was wrong, but Orlando refused to discuss it. Viggo started looking as miserable as Orlando, as he was consumed with guilt. He knew he had done something, he just couldn't put his finger on what it was...