Be My . . . 1/13

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Be My . . . 1/13
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Title: Be My . . .
Author: Lisa
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: Orlando and Viggo learn to be together and apart
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Disclaimer: we wish

~*~I've always been with you
Here and now
Give all that's within you
Be my savior
And I'll be your downfall~*~



Viggo fell onto the bed beside Orlando. Both men were slick with sweat. The musky smell of sex hung in the room. Orlando lay on his stomach positive that when he got up a perfect indentation of his body would remain in the mattress. Orlando looked at the man beside him. Viggo’s long hair was messy on the pillow. He inhaled deeply of the cigarette he’d just lit, his eyes closed. Orlando reached over and took it from him. Only then did Viggo look over into the eyes of the painfully younger man. He tried to hide the regret he was feeling, "This should have not happened."

Orlando exhaled the smoke with a roll of his eyes, "So you’ve been saying for weeks now. This can’t happen. We can’t. I can’t. You can’t. Seems to have slipped your mind as you fucked me senseless."

Viggo took his cigarette back, "You . . ." he sighed, "You’re so young."

"Jesus, Viggo, you’re not the first man who’s had me. I’m not some adolescent who’s suddenly going to follow you around like some damn puppy."

"No, I’ll be the one following you." He took another long drag, "I’m old."

"And damn lucky to score a piece of ass like me."

Viggo winced, "Exactly."

Orlando saw the look and propped up on his elbows, "I didn’t mean that badly. I was joking."

"I’m not." Viggo reached over and ran his finger along the edge of the mohawk that Orlando sported to make the transition into Legolas easier. "You are beautiful." He spoke the words outloud, but not really to anyone.



~*~*~*~*

Viggo drifted off into memory. He was the last to arrive on the set in New Zealand. The others had already found some common ground. He felt very outside the group. He thought it ironic that the first shot of Aragorn was sitting alone watching the hobbits. That’s where he generally found himself. Slightly outside. He didn’t quite know how to join in, and the others weren’t anymore sure of him. Until the night before their first day off. Viggo had joined Bean and headed to the bar where the others were. Again he found himself outside looking in. The more he watched the more he wondered if this wasn’t the better idea. He sensed danger in the ranks. One of them was like a disease. Infectious and he believed hard to get rid of. If anyone would really want to. Orlando. Viggo found himself wondering where the fuck he got off having a name like that. Orlando was the most alive person Viggo had ever met. He took every breath as if it might be his last. Viggo had yet to hear a story that didn’t place Orlando right in the middle of everything.

This night Orlando was full of his boundless energy and drinking heavily. He kept Viggo in his sight. Not actively watching, but keeping tabs. Viggo was a mystery to all of them. Orlando couldn’t tell if he envied or judged them. A lull in conversation with the hobbits sent him flying over to his table. Viggo was startled by the younger mans approach and pulling a chair within inches of him. Orlando ignored every rule regarding personal space. And it made Viggo’s mouth water. "Whassup?"

Viggo limited his view to Orlando’s eyes, "Nothing. Relaxing. You?"

"Just wondering what you were always brooding about?" Viggo chuckled. "I mean, we’re all pissed, and you’re over here. I can’t figure out if something’s keeping you from joining in, or you want nothing to do with us."

Viggo shook his head, "Maybe a little of both. I’ve seen too many winters."

Orlando stuck out his tongue pretended to gag, "Fuck that, mate. You’re only as old as you act. It’s time for you to come play."

Viggo tried to pull back from Orlando who was pulling his arm toward the others, "I’m fine here."

He yelled, "Fuck that!" and jerked him out of his seat. He pulled him to the table where the others were and pushed him into his seat, "I’ve brought the filthy human."

Without being aware of the change Viggo laughed, "Prissy elf."

Orlando laughed twice as loud as usual, "See, I’m like a disease. You can’t fight me off." He threw an arm around Viggo and kissed his cheek, "I’m going to save you from yourself."

That was the end of Viggo standing outside. Anytime he drifted toward the edge the younger man pulled him back again. In under a week the two were sharing a trailer that they guarded with their lives and christened in ways that made no one else want it. Viggo kept telling himself that he was reading things into Orlando’s affection. Orlando touched and kissed everyone. Viggo knew it was his own mind that made it different.

The two hung out late in their home away from home getting high. Orlando passed the joint to Viggo before leaning on the arms of the chair and putting his face far to close for Viggo’s peace of mind. "You’ve come a long way. I told you I’d save you from yourself."

"What shit are talking, elf?" Viggo needed away from him.

"You. You’ve let go of that "I’m too old" crap. But you still seem to need things laid out before you." Right now all Viggo wanted laid out before him was Orlando. "So, I’ll make this easy for you. I’m a dirty flirt. But I mean every word I say to you." He leaned in closer and bit Viggo’s earlobe, "You can have me . .. if you want me." Orlando moved back to see Viggo’s mouth hanging open. It was an opportunity too good to pass up. He quickly slid his tongue inside and just as quickly moved away. He enjoyed the effect he had.

Viggo didn’t move for several seconds, "I can’t. I don’t."

Orlando backed up, "S’alright. I read you wrong. I thought you were into me . . . men."

Viggo shook his head, "I’m into anything. But . . . you . . . you can’t."

Laughter rang through the room, "I’m over 21, I can do anything I want in any country. Even yours."

"We can’t. Do you know the repercussions of that? On set sex. We’ve got months to go, then hopefully years of premiers. That shit won’t fly. Ask Ian."

"I’m offering you a shag, not my hand in marriage." Orlando kissed him again for the hell of it, "I’m not retarded, mate. I won’t go rent a billboard proclaiming the size of your cock." Orlando took another hit and giggled, "I was thinking of a tasteful t-shirt reading Legolas does the King. Or maybe a small tattoo on my ass."

Why did he have to mention his ass? Viggo was infected again and laughed, "No one ever taught you about boundaries."

"Sure they did. I just chose not to have any." He stood up with a smile, "Either way. The offer is there. I’m not going to stop being me. Now you know what I want, you’ll have to learn to live with it." He gathered his bag and headed out the door, "I’ll still be your savior."

Viggo heard the door clap shut and whispered outloud, "And I’ll be your downfall."