vigorli

Title: Character Building
Author:

sapphiellie
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: NC-17
Request:

dinalphiel who requested ‘romantic first time, in NZ’
Summary: Orlando is having trouble getting into character one morning…Viggo helps him.
Disclaimer: Never happened to my knowledge and never shall again if it did.
Author’s Note: All mistakes are my own as I haven’t been able to get this to a beta on time…I hope it’s fine, I’ve been quite meticulous!!!
Also the two elvish words I’ve used are ‘mellonamin’ which means ‘my friend’ and ‘melamin’ which means ‘my love’.

Written for

anglicandoorway

“What’s that?”
“Ah, nothing, it’s just a wisp of cloud!”
“It’s moving fast…”
“And against the wind.”
“Crebain from Dunland!”
“HIDE!”

“Aw, shit!” Orlando muttered as he fell backwards off the rock he’d been perching on and landed promptly on his arse, in the dust.

“CUT!” yelled Peter, “Orlando! Come here a tick, please.”

Dusting his rear off, Orlando reluctantly made his way over to his hobbit-like director, who was looking slightly disgruntled.

“I’m so sorry Pete, I…” he began but Peter cut him off, with a hand to the arm.

“Look Orlando, I’m gonna call for lunch now, and I want you to rest. You seem very distracted today, are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, yeah…I apologise Pete, I’m just being clumsy.” Orlando replied sheepishly.

“It’s fine, just try and regain your usual focus ok?”

Orlando gratefully agreed and quickly made to go and get lunch but was instead faced with a certain ranger from the north. Smiling, Orlando thought how coincidental it was that the source of his distraction had sought him out after that particular conversation. Viggo looked concerned.

“You ok? Nothing broken, no?” Orlando shook his head, embarrassed.

“Good. Listen my little elf, do you want me to get lunch for us and we can discuss what’s making you so distracted…we can go to that little wood down there?”

Who was he to refuse his ranger? Not that he’d be telling him the real reasons why he kept screwing up…but if anyone could help with focussing character it was Viggo.

“Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks a lot, Vig.”

“Ok then, I’ll see you in ten.”

“See ya.” And with that, Orlando stalked off towards the miniature wood to find a nice calm spot so he could get in touch with Legolas and all his little nature buddies.

“Hmmm, looks good.” Orlando said aloud to anything that was listening, glancing around the beautiful copse. As he walked towards what he thought sounded like a small stream, Orlando wondered if being left alone with Viggo in a small wood far away from ‘the rest of civilisation’ was a good idea, as he was probably only likely to get even more distracted.

Orlando already knew why he wasn’t concentrating and why he kept on falling off the damn rock. He doubted that if Legolas harboured affections for someone he’d let it get in the way of his duty…however, he was unfortunately not an elf. And today he was finding it especially difficult to get into that frame of mind.

He stopped walking when he reached a beautiful, more open space and he also saw the stream wending its way through, minding nobody’s business.

He was faced with a gigantic and ancient tree in the centre of the small clearing and thought that surrounding himself with nature was exactly what Legolas would do if he needed to focus himself. Orlando decided it was the perfect opportunity to discover the true meaning of being a wood elf, communing with trees.

He slowly raised his hand to the bark and felt the contours press against his palm. A gentle calm claimed him and he looked upward into the branches and swaying leaves of the tree, feeling inferior beside its greatness. Listening closely to nature all around him, he suddenly heard things he had failed to notice before.

There was a whispering and undercurrent of an ancient melody to which the tree danced. The sound made him sway too and he swore he could hear a distant echo, softly ringing as if it were magnified around him. A sudden desire caused him to press his ear against the tree to see if its core beat out a steady rhythm like his own. He thought he could hear it, getting louder and louder, like footsteps.

He whispered to it in elvish, lines that would be the first to fill the cinema.

“I amar prestar aen…” Falling into the voice of Legolas, “Han mathon ne nen…”

Stroking his hand down the bark, lower and lower, “ Han mathon ne chae”, crouching down till he was kneeling to the earth, all the while listening out for the inner beat like footsteps, “…a hon noston ned ‘wilith.” Footsteps.

Without realising, Orlando had closed his eyes, which promptly snapped open at the sound of footsteps that soon came to a standstill.

Viggo was standing on the other side of the clearing, holding two plates and looking at Orlando with a truly unreadable expression on his face.

Orlando couldn’t work it out, was it lust? No, too reverent. Pride? Too fatherly. Awe? It was something close to.

Orlando thought he would have blushed, but found he wasn’t actually embarrassed. Viggo knelt down and put the plates either side of his feet. Slowly but purposefully he walked into the middle of the clearing.

It was Orlando’s turn to gaze in awe as he watched Viggo suddenly transform into Aragorn, before him. Orlando realised he was still crouching with his hand against the tree and lowered his arm.

Realising Viggo was going to help at understanding his character this way; he walked over to the ranger to stand a few metres away from him. He looked right into his eyes to show that he understood Viggo’s little game, after all he had volunteered to help Orlando get into character and no doubt this would help Viggo too.

Lacing his voice with honey and letting Legolas take over Orlando said, “Aragorn, how fare you on this fine day? I was not expecting you, I was just collecting firewood for the camp but you caught me slightly off-guard. I was simply talking with this tree mellonamin, forgive my idleness.”

Good excuse for being out here in the first place, Orlando thought.

“Do not let it trouble you friend, I have no doubt you would have done your duty eventually, in fact I am sorry to have disturbed you but I was in need of your company, it lightens my heart much in these dark times. I understand if you wish to be alone.” Viggo said, very much in Aragorn’s voice, secretly conveying that he meant to leave Orlando alone if he wished it so.

“Nay, now you are here I am grateful for your company.” Orlando really meant it and he lifted his hand and gripped Viggo’s shoulder in true warrior fashion.

“I trust I find you in good health, that there is nothing ailing you that you would hesitate to talk to me about.”

“You find me in perfect spirits Aragorn, but there is something I wish to speak with you about.” He could take a risk; add a bit of humour to the conversation…purely to see if Viggo would stay in character, of course.

“Care to come and sit?” Viggo said, motioning to the fresh grass beside the small stream.

“A good idea if ever I heard one.” Orlando walked ahead wiggling his hips in a provocative manner, smiling inside.

“What is it you want to talk about?” Viggo asked as tried to keep his eyes fixed on the back of Orlando’s head and failed.

Orlando turned around and rested his back against a tree and looked thoughtfully to Viggo.

“It’s about our relationship, Aragorn.” ‘Legolas’ stated calmly.

Viggo nearly started in surprise but decided maybe Orlando meant their friendship, but wanted to see if he would stay in character. If Viggo even thought about Orlando suggesting Legolas and Aragorn were lovers he might get a bit too into character. And he certainly didn’t want to jeopardise their stable friendship, unless Orlando meant for that to be the case, which was entirely ludicrous, and Viggo shoved the thought from his mind.

“Are you having doubts of our friendship Legolas? I know I have been distant lately and I am deeply sorry, it is just this task…”

Viggo was cut off short as ‘Legolas’ walked forward, placed his hands on either side of Viggo’s face and said, “No Aragorn, our relationship.” putting extra emphasis on the last word.

Now Viggo really was baffled but decided to stay in character for the moment. He raised his right arm so it lay over Orlando’s hand on his cheek and said with quiet concern, “Are you needy, Legolas? Have I neglected my duty as a giver of pleasure?”

Orlando struggled not to burst into a fit of very unelfly giggles but he was determined to make Viggo break character first.

“Nay, melamin, ‘tis quite the opposite. Admittedly you are getting no younger and I do not want to be the reason you faint in battle from exhaustion! You are quite enduring when you get going…” Orlando smirked slightly.

It was then that Viggo decided to give Orlando a real run for his money; he didn’t fall out of Aragorn that easily.

He raised Orlando’s hand to his heart. “Does this heart feel old to you?” And suddenly he pushed Orlando back into the tree and pulled his body flush against him. “Does this body feel old to you?”

A shiver ran through Orlando’s body and Viggo knew it had nothing to do with his character. “This body will have to prove it.” And although Orlando looked as defiant as Legolas no doubt would have done, Viggo also saw that Orlando was scared- scared he had gone too far, maybe even scared that Viggo would prove it.

Viggo knew he would have to break character, but maybe Orlando wouldn’t even realise that Aragorn and Viggo could have asked the next question with equally as much feeling.

“Would you have me make love to you on the grass?”

Viggo whispered moving his hands to Orlando’s face and dragging his knuckles over perfectly lined cheekbones. There was a pause.

“Yes Viggo, I would.” Orlando murmured as he stared up into cobalt blue eyes and saw the desire and gratitude there. Now it was them. Just them.

Viggo. He had used his name Viggo thought; it was his break into reality, his invitation to give Orlando what he had wanted to give him for what seemed like an age.

“One thing,” Orlando said nervously. Oh no. Here it comes; Viggo knew it would be a one off, which Orlando wouldn’t want anyone to know about it. It would stay within this little clearing.

“I’ve never been with a man before.” Orlando admitted. What? Now that Viggo had not been expecting. A gorgeous young thing like Orlando. He certainly seemed like he was experienced in these areas. Never mind, Viggo would make this good for him. Really good.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you.” Orlando replied, the truth evident in his eyes.

“Then you know I would never hurt you, but please, if anything gets too much then tell me and I’ll stop.”

“Ok, Vig.”

Viggo turned his palms so they were cupping Orlando’s face.

“I don’t believe we got around to doing this…and through this situation.” Viggo whispered, amused, staring into Orlando’s eyes.

“It’s amazing what can actually be revealed when you’re pretending. Although, I suppose we weren’t pretending with Aggy and Leggy…they’re quite obviously shagging each other.”

Viggo smiled at the pet names Orlando used for their characters, and then his face became softer.

“I suppose its totally in character for you to do this then,” and Viggo leant forward to catch Orlando’s lower lip between his mouth, sucking gently before kissing him deeply.

It felt exquisite and soon Viggo was begging entrance with his tongue. Orlando groaned as Viggo explored the cavern of his mouth and massaged Orlando’s tongue with his own.

Viggo’s body was pushing Orlando’s right up again the tree now and his clothed erection was nudging into Orlando’s upper thigh. He longed to feel it against his bare skin, against his own.

“Ah Vig, too many clothes.” Orlando gasped, as they broke apart.

“Wait a second; I need to put Anduril somewhere safe.”

Orlando sighed as Viggo’s warmth left his body and he watched as Viggo undid the swords strap and laid it carefully on the ground a few metres away. He made to walk towards his young lover but Orlando stopped him, a sudden hunger burning inside him.

“Uh uh, strip.” Orlando commanded cheekily. Viggo decided that if he was going to do it, he might as well make a show of it.

He started with his tunic keeping his eyes connected with Orlando’s as he undid all the ties. Next came the undershirt, drawn up to reveal more and more tanned and tempting skin. Then, slowly, Viggo slid his hand down the front of his chest and undid the fastenings of his leggings, pulling the laces through.

He dipped his hand into the now open garment and slowly began to stroke his erection. Orlando’s mouth fell open and he struggled to remain standing.

“Do you like watching me stroke myself while I think of you? I’ve been doing this for weeks you know…while I think of pumping myself inside you. Do you want me to make you come gasping my name?”

Orlando couldn’t take it any longer; he so badly needed those words to come true. He pounced and threw himself and Viggo to the floor, pinning the older man underneath him.

He ground his hips downwards arching his neck at the relief the contact gave him.

“Wanna undress me, Vig?” he purred into Viggo’s ear, surprising himself at his boldness.

Viggo promptly rolled over so he was on top of Orlando and made quick work of taking off his tunic and shirt.

He ran his fingers over the perfectly smooth chest displayed before him, stopping to circle the olive nipple with his finger.

“Viggo, please!” Orlando gasped and Viggo bent to capture his lips again, this time rough and demanding, grinding his hips down. Orlando moaned into Viggo’s mouth. Gasping, he pulled away. “Viggo, my leggings.”

“What about them?” Viggo asked teasingly licking and nipping his way down Orlando’s delicious neck.

“Off, take them off!” he exclaimed as he squirmed under the artful administrations of Viggo’s tongue.

Viggo tugged Orlando’s earlobe down and then ran his tongue up, tracing the shell of Orlando’s ear and letting his breath heat the prosthetic tip.

“What’s the magic word?” he asked his voice barely there. Orlando actually whimpered before saying in a very strained voice, “Please Vig, take them off.”

Not one to disobey a nice request, Viggo trailed his hands down Orlando’s sides till he reached the waistband of his leggings. In one swift movement he lifted Orlando’s arse in the air whilst simultaneously pulling the leggings around down his ankles. Tugging off the boots that impeded the material, he freed the fabric and got rid of the last shred of clothing between them.

Viggo purred at the sight before him, Orlando stretched out naked looking thoroughly ravishable. Well, he also wasn’t one to waste time.

Leaning forward he claimed Orlando’s mouth in a searing kiss that would definitely leave a mark etched in his memory.

Viggo took into consideration that it was Orlando’s first time and so he focussed and tried not to get too carried away, even if he was so turned on he just wanted to fuck him into the ground.

Resting on his elbows, Viggo spoke hotly into Orlando’s ear, feeling the others breath searing his neck.

“Tell me, Orli. Tell me what you want me to do. I’m only following your orders.”

Orlando mentally groaned as his imagination ran wild. He sighed, before licking and kissing Viggo’s neck tenderly.

“I want you to touch me, please.”

Viggo complied as Orlando continued to pay attention to his neck, locating his jugular and sucking softly on his pulse.

Viggo ran both his hands along the sensitive skin of Orlando’s collarbone and trailed his fingertips gradually down his chest, before he had to change position from holding his weight on his elbows.

This unfortunately meant parting with the sensation of Orlando’s teeth gently scraping down his neck, but it allowed him to look straight into his new lover’s eyes as he firmly drew his hands along Orlando’s ribs, brushing lightly over what he knew to be a particularly sensitive spot and delighting in the sharp gasp and arch of Orlando’s back.

Finally Viggo’s hands arrived at the origin of Orlando’s arousal. Teasingly he trailed his fingertips all around the sensitive skin surrounding Orlando’s cock and only when Orlando bucked his hips looking straight into his eyes and moaning, “Touch me.” Did Viggo wrap one hand around the organ and softly stroke Orlando’s inner thigh with the other.

Orlando groaned and Viggo took in the delicious flush of Orlando’s cheeks and neck. Keeping his eyes locked on Orlando’s expression he rubbed his thumb up the sensitive vein on the underside of Orlando’s cock, dragging the few pearls pre-come back down again.

Viggo leaned down to kiss Orlando again, whilst continuing with his movements. He let the hand that was not occupied with Orlando’s cock move up to caress the soft sacs just below.

Orlando moaned wantonly into Viggo’s mouth and then broke away suddenly and rolled them over so he was resting on top.

“I would like to do something for you, Viggo. I can’t just lie there and let you do all the hard work.”

Viggo chuckled and in his aroused state, the gravely timbre of his voice was even more pronounced.

“It’s worth it, trust me, with the noises you make…”

Orlando smiled gorgeously. “Well I want to see what noises you can make…”

He kissed Viggo slowly, tenderly, the way he’d wanted to for a long time and after breathing against Viggo’s mouth for a few seconds, started to kiss his way down the toned and tanned body beneath him, paying special attention to the hard nipples.

Viggo wanted to bury his hands in the golden blond hair before him but was conscious of not messing up Legolas’ flawless appearance and so had to make do with splaying his hands in the fresh grass below him.

Orlando was soon kissing his way around Viggo’s impressive erection, occasionally taking furtive licks and gentle nips at the engorged flesh. On one particular swipe along the underside, Viggo groaned throatily and this seemed to boost Orlando’s confidence.

He then took in all of Viggo’s cock, right to the root. His wig tickled all the skin it came into contact with, and as Orlando moved his head up and down, sucking and stroking with his tongue, Viggo began writhing from the torturous feeling.

Orlando drew away after a few more strokes and looked up into his lover’s eyes to see them almost black with desire. He gasped at the sight and Viggo slowly sat up and pushed Orlando backwards so he was again resting on top.

“I want to be inside you, Orlando. I’ve wanted it for so long.” Viggo husked against Orlando’s lips.

Orlando could never remember ever feeling so wanted. It was divine.

He could also never remember ever wanting someone so much.

“So have I. I’m ready for you, Vig. I need you.”

“Do you? Do you really need me, Orlando? If I go away after this and you knew you would never be able to have me again, would you chase me? Would your heart break, like I know mine will do if you never touch me again after this?”

And now that Orlando thought about this, he knew he would never need anything more in his life than this closeness with this man. “Yes, yes my heart would break. Say this is more than just temporary.”

“This is more than just temporary. This is for real, Orlando. You and me.”

And Viggo kissed Orlando deeper than he had ever kissed anyone before.

He broke away and offered Orlando two fingers to take into his mouth.

Orlando wetted them enthusiastically as Viggo looked on with a flushed expression. He withdrew them and then brought his hand down between Orlando’s legs to circle his entrance. Keeping his gaze fixed with Orli’s he gently put pressure against the muscle and slowly pushed one finger inside.

Orlando knew that there was a great amount of pleasure to come but he still winced and tensed at the intrusion. Viggo slowed his movement inwards and bent to kiss him softly.

“It’s ok, it’ll get better. Next time we’ll be able to use lube and it’ll be easier.”

“Next time.”

“Yes, next time. And the next time and the next time.”

Orlando seemed to relax considerably at this and Viggo took this opportunity to slide his finger into the knuckle. He crooked his finger to brush against Orlando’s prostate and Orlando bucked and moaned beneath him.

“Better, hmm?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“More?”

“Please.”

Viggo added a second finger and spent more time stretching and scissoring the passage, each stroke brushing over the sensitive gland.

When he thought Orlando was ready he added one more finger, with slight difficulty as it had been wetted. Nevertheless, Orlando took it and when Viggo could not stand his moaning any longer he removed them and moved between Orlando’s legs.

“You’re clean right? I mean I know you’ve had no sex in this form before me so I’m not too worried about that, and I had myself checked before I flew out here and I haven’t been with anyone so the risk isn’t too much. You willing to take it?”

“Yeah Vig, I’m clean too and I trust you.”

“Ok then, as I said, this won’t happen like this again.”

Viggo collected all the pre-come gathered at the tip of Orlando’s cock and coaxed some more out to add to his own. He added as much saliva as he could manage and then prepared himself.

He positioned himself carefully at Orlando’s entrance and locked his eyes on his lover’s. Slowly and steadily he pushed himself in inch by inch until he was fully sheathed in Orlando’s hot, tight channel.

It was better than he’d ever dreamed…and he’d dreamed a lot!

After a few seconds pause Viggo gently began to thrust in and out to get Orlando accustomed to the feel of a cock up his arse. Orlando began whimpering and Viggo knew it was time to change the angle.

He tilted his hips upwards and thrusted more vigorously. Orlando threw his head back and moaned so loud, Viggo was scared that the cast and crew would hear even from this distance.

As he increased the pace Viggo began a constant guttural moan which grew louder as his thrusts became more powerful. Orlando reached down to bring himself over the edge but Viggo swatted his hand away and instead took Orlando’s manhood in his own hand.

Stroking fast, he matched the rhythm of his thrusts and it wasn’t long before Orlando came in a dizzying rush crying Viggo’s name to the heavens as if in prayer.

The overload of Orlando’s muscles clenching and spasming around Viggo’s cock made him crash headlong into his own orgasm and slam his mouth onto Orlando’s as he moaned into his mouth.

Orlando came round from the euphoria to find Viggo’s head resting on his chest and he had withdrawn from his body. In the aftermath, Orlando realised that God actually had made the prostate for a reason. It was a comforting thought and he promised to not do it an injustice and get to know it better from then on.

“So, melamin, are you fulfilled?” Viggo’s Aragorn voice reached Orlando’s ears.

He sat up, causing Viggo to move and replied in the most sexy Legolas voice he could manage “Oh very much so, my ranger.”

Laughing, they both helped each other to stand and shared a long, deep kiss before retrieving their clothes and trying to make it look as if they’d never taken them off, let alone strewn them round a clearing.

As, Viggo refastened Anduril and they walked back towards the set they noticed that their plates had been scented by the ants and left without even trying to intervene.

* * * *

“And…action!”
“What’s that?”
“Ah, nothing, it’s just a wisp of cloud!”
“It’s moving fast…”
“And against the wind.”
“Crebain from Dunland!”
“HIDE!”
“Aw fuck!” Orlando cried as he wobbled for a few seconds and then landed flat on his arse for the fifth time that day.