fic: Out of Orbit, part 2 (Viggo/Orlando, Dom/Elijah, adult)

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title: Out of Orbit, part 2
by: stormatdusk
pairing: viggo/orlando, dom/elijah
rating: adult
warnings: crack!fic
disclaimer: this is only fiction; i don't know these people.
a/n: won't make a bit of sense unless you've read part 1, here.
a/n2: happy birthday to two wonderful people: ai_hen and weepingnaiad. :)





"Viggo?"

"... Yeah?"

"It's... it's really, really nice to meet you."

"It's pretty incredible to meet you, Orlando, but… but I can't shake your hand."

"No, I think… I think you can."

"I'd love to -- you have no idea how much I'd love to -- but - - "

"It's okay, Viggo. Really."

"No, really, I can't. Remember? If we so much as touch, that whole "*k[7]-sparks-of-passion thing" will get going and there's no turning ba - - whoa."

"I feel like I should be seeing a little cartoon lightbulb click on over your head."

"Whoa whoa whoa, Orlando. Are you saying… does this mean you're… going to?"

"Well… yeah. I just have a good feeling -- well, a great feeling, actually -- that this'll be… that this is…. So, yeah. Yeah."

"Ohmigod. Ohmigod, really? Ohmigod."

"Yeah, Viggo? Kinda freaking me out here."

"Okay, sorry! Sorrysorrysorry! I’m just… I’m just really excited, and happy, and - - "

"And excited? It would seem so."

"Oh, fine, tease all you want. But you don't look particularly bored in the Pants Department yourself, Mr. Smug."

"Touché. Alright, so let's do this. We're gonna do this, yeah? Okay, doing this. So… how do we do this?"

"Well, I think things will pretty much take off on their own, once we touch. Anywhere. Even just… fingertips."

"Like… this?"

"Yeah. Just like th - - oh!"

"Oh wow. Viggo. You feel… you feel amazing."

"God, so do you. God."

"Really amazing, Viggo."

"Yeah, you… you too."

"Wow wow wow, Viggo. Do you… d'you feel that?"

"Yeah."

"Electricity, Viggo. And warmth."

"Yeah."

"And adrenaline, wow. And… do you see… do you see sparks, between us?"

"Yeah."

"Pretty little iridescent sparks. Little stars -"

"Sparky stars."

"Little pretty-colored sparky stars."

"Yeah."

"Lots of them. Lots of sparky stars. And they're making rainbows, Viggo."

"Yeah."

"Viggo? I really need to kiss you."

"Touch me, Orlando? Touch me more?"

"Right now, Vigg- - mmmph moh, WOW - - "

"mmpphhh"

"mmpppphh"

"mmmpphhh… Orlan… Orlando… we're - - we're not touching the floor anymore."

"There's a floor? mmpphhhh"


+ + + a very long time later + + +


"Cleanup on aisle two!" [dom]#82M clicked off the ship's PA system microphone, sniggering.

"Now, now, [dom]," [billy]#47B scolded, attempting to both stifle his own chortle and project a stern glance with his third eye. "You know [elijah] hates it when you do that."

[dom]#82M grinned, unrepentant. "Aw, c'mon, [bills]; it's funny. And hell, you saw them, same as me. We haven't had a coupling that sloppy in eons!"

"Too true," [billy]#47B agreed. "And I'm not even sure they're done. Viggo's still sort of… twitching."

[Elijah]#13W stomped into Monitoring Station 3, abdominal tentacles glowing an angry green. "For the last time, [dom], knock that shit off! We are SCIENTISTS, you twat!"

"Dude, chill. It's not my fault you're on Sample Collection Duty this year. You're just grumpy 'cause Viggo and his *k[7] got spooge on the ceiling."

[elijah]#13W's head rotated twice in annoyance. "Well, they wouldn't have if you hadn't cranked up the zero gravity in there!"

"Oops… that was actually me,[lij]," [billy]#47B murmured. "I'm sorry, really I am, but they were soooo sweet together. They deserved a little floaty-float fun, don't yeh think?"

"Yeah, [lij]." Dom stroked a soothing tentacle down [elijah]#13W 's other left ear. "I mean, look at 'em there, still all wrapped up in each other, half asleep, dopey little smiles on the faces. We couldn't resist."

"I don't see why human sex has to be so… liquidy, anyway," [elijah]#13W grumbled, stubbornly refusing to lean into the caress. "Why can't they just clink foreheads and be done with it, like us?"

"I dunno; I think they might be on to something there, love." [Dom]#82M let his voice slide into the high-pitched chirp-clicks he knew [elijah]#13W couldn’t resist. "They've put me in the mood, anyway, and I do owe you an apology. What'd'ya say, [lij]? Shall we let [bill] hold down the fort and get in a little 'I'm sorry' quickie?"

[elijah]#13W finally abandoned his bad mood, hiccuping in anticipation as [dom]#82M tenderly helped him strap on his forehead armor plate.

"Um, guys?" interrupted [billy]#47B, again peering in fascination through the one-way glass. "Viggo and Orlando are at it again, and [lij]? Sorry, man, but you're going to need wayyyyy more paper towels for that ceiling."



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Comments

[mistry89.livejournal.com]

"Ohmigod. Ohmigod, really? Ohmigod."
So very Viggo *g*

Still trying to open the page on the first one (probs with isp), but this is .. well, words truly fail!
Thank you :)

[stormatdusk.livejournal.com]

i figured orlando's got to look even better to viggo after a week with the aliens. ;)