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Here is my first RPS fic dedicated to my lovely lady matan4il. Thanks to the very special mrs_jack_turner for beta reading this for me. Previously posted to carefullykissed and vigorleancult. I missed vigorli Whoops!

Title: In Orlando’s Eyes
Author: Silvan Lady (Silvan_lady @ hotmail.com)
Pairing: RPS Viggorli
Rated: NC-17
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about the preferences of these gentlemen, this is fiction pure and simple, well, maybe not so pure!
Warning: Just slash, which if you’re here, you probably know already.
Summary: A NZ/Helm’s Deep fic.
Archive: I’d be flattered, please let me know.
Feedback: I love feedback, anything at all, pretty please! Especially as this is a first for me in several ways. First RPS, first NC-17. Comment, email or YIM!





The lovely song “Flying Without Wings” by Westlife inspired this fic. Except that whenever the words of the title appear in the song, I hear “In Orlando’s Eyes” instead.



And when you know how much that means

You've found that special thing

You're flying without wings


"In Orlando's Eyes"




Orlando hurried towards the make-up trailer, thankful that another miserable night's filming at Helm's Deep was over. He heard a door slam ahead of him and glanced up, blinking away raindrops. Viggo jumped down the steps, sword tucked under his arm, and hurried off towards the trailer they shared. His head bowed against the rain.

“Hey Vig," Orlando began, but gave up as the older man hurried away, apparently not seeing the wet Elf walking towards him.

Orlando was sure that no matter how tired Viggo was, he would never deliberately be rude to him, so he assumed he hadn't noticed him. It was a foul night after all, and everyone was exhausted. At least he hoped that's all it was. Orlando had been so aware of Viggo from the first day he arrived on the set; he thought he knew the man pretty well by now.

He slid into the chair in the trailer,

"Ok girls," he said, "let's ditch the Elf, and then we can all get out of here."

He slumped back in the chair, clearly worn out by the night's filming.

"By the way," he continued as casually as he could, "is Viggo ok? He looked a bit upset when he left here."

The girls exchanged meaningful glances over his head. Sue, the older of the two, shook her head at her colleague. The girls had decided some time ago that Viggo and Orlando were a relationship waiting to happen, but had decided not to interfere. The actors' private lives were their own, and since everyone was getting on so well on set, meddling was the last thing that was needed.

"Oh, you know Viggo," replied Jen, "he lives every scene for real. They were doing the Haldir death scene tonight. It can't be much fun, having an Elf die in your arms ten or fifteen times. He's probably in mourning!"

"Yeah, right," said the young actor, "I expect that's it." He sank further into the chair, closed his eyes and let the girls get to work on him.

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Viggo hurried across the lot to the trailer, head bowed and thoroughly miserable. Why did there have to be so much rain? What made this sword so heavy? Why did they want so many takes of the longhaired blond Elf dying in his arms? Why did thoughts of longhaired blond Elves in his arms do things to hormones that he thought had died years ago? Well, maybe not died, he acknowledged ruefully to himself, but certainly should be under much better control than they were. Why did he have to share a trailer with the perfect creature that was Orlando Bloom? He was just so bloody beautiful; he could probably have his pick of any unmarried girls here, and a good few of the married ones too if the gossip was anything to go by. Hell, the bloke was apparently straight.

Viggo arrived at the trailer, shrugged off his jacket and propped his sword against the wall. He made his way down the narrow passage, not bothering to put on the lights, and nudged the door of his bedroom closed with his heel throwing himself down on the bed. In spite of his exhaustion, sleep refused to claim him and he lay staring into the darkness.

"You have a snowball's chance in hell with Orlando," Viggo told himself.

"Now forget Elves, dead or otherwise, and go to sleep."


Unfortunately, his body wasn't listening to his brain. Sometime later, he heard Orlando open the trailer door. It was closed gently.

"Viggo? You ok, Vig?" Orlando called quietly, obviously trying not to wake him if he was already asleep.

"I'm putting the kettle on if you want anything." His voice faded as he turned away towards the tiny kitchen in the centre of the trailer.

Suddenly, there was muffled curse, a cacophony of noise of what sounded like several large items falling, closely followed by a heavy thud which reverberated through the trailer, and then, an ominous silence.

Viggo tensed as he lay in bed, waiting to hear the curses as Orlando picked himself up, but realised with sick feeling in his stomach that there was no further sound.

He jumped up and was out of the room in two strides. He flicked on the hallway light. To his horror, Orlando was stretched out full length in the narrow passage, Viggo's sword tangled between his legs. He had one arm flung out in front of him, the other across his face. He wasn't moving.

"Oh my God, Orlando!"

In a second Viggo was kneeling at his side, franticly trying to recall Emergency First Aid. He could hear the instructor's voice in his head from many years ago - check breathing, blood, bones, in that order, check breathing, blood, bones...

He leant over to listen, and felt a wave relief when Orlando groaned.

"Jesus, Orlando!" Viggo said, slumping against the wall. " I'm sorry that damned sword of mine was in the way. For a minute… I thought," he shuddered visibly, "I thought you were dead!"

Orlando groaned again and then grinned ruefully, "If this headache gets worse I'll probably wish I was. Anyway, you should know by now, you'll have to try a lot harder if you want to kill the Prissy Elf!"

However, Viggo was too upset to respond in kind.

"I don't want to kill the Prissy Elf, Orlando,” he replied looking down into the young actor's eyes.

Orlando was still; he sensed the truth hidden in Viggo's words.

"Then what do you want Viggo?" he asked quietly, suddenly serious.

Viggo looked into Orlando's eyes and knew he couldn't lie.

"I want you." He said simply. He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall, too afraid of seeing rejection or distaste in Orlando's face.

The silence seemed to last forever.

"Well, that's convenient." The young man replied, "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you." He raised his free arm and pulled Viggo down until their lips met.

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When they finally drew apart, Orlando's beautiful brown eyes were smiling at him.

"Much as I'd like to pursue your ideas on First Aid for Fallen Elves, I think there might be more comfortable places to do so!"

Orlando attempted to push himself up.

“Wait,” said Viggo, who looked slightly stunned, as if he was the one suffering from the blow to the head. “Make sure you didn't do yourself any damage when you fell. What about your back? You didn't twist it or anything, did you? Does anything else hurt?”

Orlando looked up at the older man, smiling slightly. “Vig, I'm not made of glass. I have broken enough bones in the past to know what it feels like! I've got a massive bump and a splitting headache, but nothing that a couple of aspirin won't cure.”

Nevertheless, Orlando allowed Viggo to take his arm and gently manoeuvre him into a sitting position. In spite of his brave words, he looked very white and closed his eyes before making any further attempts to rise. Viggo caught his shoulders and held him as he swayed forwards. He pulled him closer and held him tightly in his arms

“Steady,” he whispered, “I've got you. Now take it slowly.”

“I have every intention of doing just that,” said Orlando grimacing. Then he looked up at Viggo and frowned.

“What's the matter, Orli?” Viggo asked nervously wondering if the young man was already regretting his earlier admission.

“I think I have a problem. I can see three of you,”

“Shit,” said Viggo, “that must have been a hell of a bang on your head; do you want me to call a doctor, or one of the First Aid guys? Do you need to lie down again?”

“No, that's not the problem,” Orlando tried not to grin and failed miserably. “I was just wondering which one of you I ought to ask to take me to bed!”

Viggo realised that he was being teased, and responded by kissing the young man in his arms. Orlando's mouth was soft and yielding, his lips parted, inviting exploration. Viggo ran his tongue around the edge of the young actor's mouth, teasing him, taunting him to respond in kind.

At Viggo's touch, Orlando felt his body quiver, Viggo's fingers were cupping the back of his head, stroking the short dark hair, and he pressed himself closer, trying to mould his body against the other man. For so long he had dreamt of this moment, now it was here, he was frightened to spoil it by being too forward. However, desire overcame caution, and he found himself kissing back, plunging his tongue recklessly into Viggo's mouth, exploring the wet heat within and slowly rubbing his hips against Viggo's thigh.

Viggo's hands started to explore beneath Orlando's t-shirt, but he stopped when Orlando pulled away from him.

"There really are better places to do this Vig," he smiled, "and my legs are starting hurt kneeling on this damned floor!"

Viggo helped Orlando to stand and grasped him firmly by the waist, pulling him close until their hips were touching. He was relieved to see some colour come back to the young man's face.

They moved the few steps to Viggo's bedroom door, Viggo supporting Orlando until he was sure the younger man wasn't going to pass out again.

"You do know," Viggo began, "that you shouldn't sleep after bump on the head like that."

"I wasn't planning on sleeping," grinned Orlando, "were you?"

"No." Said Viggo, "but I'm not sure physical activity is recommended either."

"Don't worry Vig, I'll lie back and think of England! Anyway, my headache feels much better. Your distraction technique seems to work!"

Viggo pushed the bedroom door firmly shut behind them. It was dark in the room, but the trailer's exterior lights filtered dully along the edges of the window blinds, leaving hazy strips of silver at regular intervals across the walls. The raindrops on the roof and the hum of the power generators provided gentle background noise that seemed to act as a barrier to any sound from the real world.

"Come here my Elf. Let me distract you some more."

Viggo lifted his arms to run his fingers through the young actor's dark hair. He kissed him, pulling Orlando's body closer and gently nudging his legs apart so that he could feel Orlando's erection brushing his thigh.

Orlando ground his hips against Viggo; he moaned and shuddered as he felt Viggo's response through the thin fabric of his casual trousers. Feeling the shudder, Viggo pulled away from him, and disentangling his fingers from Orlando's hair, he gently took his chin in his hand and looked into his eyes.

Orlando looked back at him uncertainly. A soft wash of light illuminated his eyes, leaving the rest of his face cloaked in shadow. His eyes were open wide, a slight frown between his brows.

"Viggo? Did I do something wrong?"

"No my Elf, you're doing everything just right, but I have to ask, you have done this before, haven't you? With a man I mean, I'm not sure we should do this now if it's the first time..."

Orlando looked back at him unflinchingly, although Viggo sensed that he would have turned away if he could. He stared back at Viggo, and taking a deep breath, he answered the question.

"No, it's not the first time," he replied "but...” he hesitated. He sounded embarrassed, but struggled to continue, "I mean last time it wasn't...I wasn’t...”

Viggo placed a gentle finger on Orlando's lips.

"It's ok, you can tell me about it when you are ready."

The young actor looked relieved.

"Should I be asking the same of you?" he said with a tentative smile.

Viggo nodded. "Actually, you probably should. Just for the record, I've had several relationships with men and women. For me, it's the person that's important, not the gender. Recently, however, my bed has been boringly empty. Except in my imagination, where it has frequently been occupied by a tall slim Englishman, with wonderful brown eyes, and just occasionally, by a beautiful blond with pointed ears!"

He pulled the young man back into his arms.

"Now let me show you where my imagination has been taking me."

The trailer bedrooms were small and it was only a few steps to the side of the bed. Viggo continued kissing Orlando as he lowered him down onto the sheets he had vacated in such a hurry a short time earlier. Viggo climbed onto the bed and knelt astride Orlando's thighs.

He slid his hands under the white t-shirt and slowly pushed it up Orlando's body, revealing smooth skin, which he covered with feather light kisses by dragging his bottom lip across the exposed flesh. He teased gently at each nipple until the young actor was twisting beneath him and lifting his hips upwards, seeking further contact with Viggo's body.

Viggo pulled the t-shirt up over Orlando's head and felt his groin tighten with desire as his eyes devoured the body below him. The filtered light lay in tiger stripes across the slimmer man, defining his slight form and creating mysterious shadowed areas.

Orlando reached up and gripped Viggo's shirt.

"Take it off Vig," he pleaded, "I want to see you, I want to feel you, now."

The need in his voice sent tremors of desire racing through Viggo's body, and he hurried to obey. He tore off his shirt and threw it across the room, removing his trousers; he then helped Orlando do the same. He slowly tugged off the jeans, running his fingers down the soft skin as he did so. When they were both naked, Viggo lowered his body onto the younger man's. The first touch of their naked flesh, skin on skin, made him groan, his nerves were on fire and he couldn't think of anything, but this moment. Orlando filled his mind, his heart and his soul.

The young actor stroked his fingers up and down the Viggo's back, alternatively kneading and rubbing at the plains of flesh. The hands moved lower until they grasped Viggo's hips and encouraged him to move, letting their erections brush against one other. He gasped at the incredible sensations coursing through him.

Ripples of light stroked across their flesh amidst the darkness as they explored each other's bodies. Orlando moaned softly when Viggo's mouth left his, and then gasped as he felt gentle bites along his shoulders; first one side, then the other. The top of Viggo's head disappeared into darkness, only to re-appear in another shaft of light a few inches lower, alternatively biting and sucking at his nipples. The sensation sent shock waves straight to Orlando's groin. He drew in a shuddering breath as Viggo moved lower again, his body rubbed tantalisingly against Orlando's manhood, as his tongue drew lazy patterns on his skin. Orlando thrust his hips upwards desperately seeking that delicious friction, but Viggo had other ideas. He kissed each hip while slowly dragging his fingers up the inside of Orlando's thighs.

"Viggo, please!" The young actor gasped. "Please, I want you. I can't take much more; I want you inside me when I come!"

In response to his plea, Viggo stopped stroking his thighs, and cupping Orlando's arse in his hands, he lifted him off the bed. He gently parted the young man's thighs licking the sensitive skin revealed, then alternately sucking and biting at the base of his erection. When he felt the skin tighten, heard Orlando catch his breath, he moved lower. Orlando almost leapt off the bed when he felt that talented tongue probing at the sensitive area below his balls.

"Oh god, Viggo," he moaned, "don't make me wait any longer, for Chrissake, fuck me now!"

There was no coherent response from darkness, but the tongue moved and licked at the crease exposed between his thighs.

When Viggo decided there was sufficient lubrication, he pulled back and lowered Orlando's thighs so that they lay across his own.

"Orli," he whispered huskily, "are you sure about this? Really sure? I want you so much; I don't think I'll be able to hold back once..."

"Now Viggo," was the reply. "I need you now."

Viggo positioned himself and with one swift movement, pushed into the velvet heat of his young lover's body. Orlando gasped, willing himself to relax as Viggo's length filled him. Viggo held still, allowing him to adjust. The burning sensation passed and Orlando moved desperately wanting to feel Viggo brush against the core of him.

"Please Vig," he gasped. "Move, please, fuck me now."

With one hand, Viggo pulled Orlando even closer and with the other, he gripped Orlando's already weeping erection. He stroked him firmly as he started to thrust into the younger man. He tried to go slowly at first, but his movements became harder and faster as pent-up desire overcame care and caution.

Shafts of light ran up and down Viggo's back with each movement, alternately hiding and revealing the flexing muscles of his tight arse and thighs.

Orlando's body felt on fire, his whole awareness seemed to be centred at the core of his being; the combined sensations of Viggo filling him, touching that essential place within him, and stroking his manhood was more than he could take. With a loud cry he came, arching his back and shuddering as pearly drops sprayed across his body.

Viggo groaned at the feeling of his young lover's muscles clamping around him; it drove him over the edge and a few seconds later he found his release, and emptied himself deep within Orlando.

Gasping and trembling, Viggo released the younger man, and slowly withdrew from his body. Orlando moaned softly at the loss, but then smiled as Viggo moved through the dappled light to return to his young lover's side. Orlando looked deep into the steely blue eyes caught in a stray beam from the window.

"That was wonderful Vig," he said softly, answering the query in the older man's eyes.

"Truly wonderful."

He moved closer to Viggo, moulding his body along side his lover's and hooking one leg over Viggo's thigh. The darkness cloaked them both; ribbons of silver lay draped across their entwined bodies. For the first time in weeks, Helm's Deep didn't seem so bad after all.

Viggo clasped Orlando in his arms, tugging the soft quilt over them both. They lay still watching the bright beams piercing the darkness change from silver to gold as a new day dawned and a watery sunlight replaced the harsh exterior lighting.

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"Viggo, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead my Elf."

"Would you prefer me to return to own room?"

There was silence. Orlando held his breath.

"I'd prefer you to stay right where you are for as long as possible."

Orlando relaxed.

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"Orlando, would you like to finish what you started to say earlier?"

Orlando nodded, moving even closer.

“Yes, I would."

He paused; his voice was low and seductive in the darkness.

"Last time was a while ago, and in different circumstances. Last time… I wasn't in love.”


The End





I hope you enjoy.

Comments

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"No, it's not the first time," he replied "but...” he hesitated. He sounded embarrassed, but struggled to continue, "I mean last time it wasn't...I wasn’t...”

oh you had me so worried with that!!! And then you give us the perfect ending :D

That was just lovely!!

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Thank you for the feedback, it is so much appreciated. I'm glad you liked the ending.
I noticed your journal is friends only, please may I be added?
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