FIC: Ever Changing Destinations 2/6 by Pipitta & Myr

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Title: Ever Changing Destinations © 2006 by Myr Juhl & Bee
Part: 2/6
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk & pipilaine@yahoo.com
Fandom: Viggo/Orli;
Type: RPS, AU, Crossover-ish, Historic
Rating: PG-13
Cast: Orlando (Devon) / Viggo (Jarl)

*** WARNINGS *** This series is rated NC-17 and contains for this chapter: * Male slash * Language *

Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. We, the authors, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Summary: This story is a rich gallery of historic people in the shape of Orlando and Viggo as they find each other every time Orlando steps inside an old painting in his mother’s attic and go back in time.

Beta: inwe_salonde Thanks so much darling. *hugs*
Timeline: Main line is 2005. The rest obvious is various times in history.
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
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A/N: Colin (Stone) is Orlando’s real father. Harry (Bloom) however was married to his mother until he died in 1981.

Wonderful banner by teamane Thanks darling *hugs*



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Ever Changing Destinations
Part 2

By Bee & Myr


“In my bed, Devon.”

“Devon? Vig is this a jo... Devon...” Orlando remembered everything. This wasn’t Viggo. The man was a reincarnation of him and the feel of Jarl’s morning erection pressing against his stomach made him turn rigid.

Jarl smiled soothingly at his young friend. He found Devon looking a bit more mature than he normally did, but his attitude resembled that of a maid this morning. He liked that and, looking into the dark watchful eyes, Jarl felt desire rush to his loins, reinforcing blood keeping his cock engorged and ready for intimacy.

“Devon...” Jarl whispered in his raspy voice.

“Jarl,” Orlando tried to reason but his voice was silenced when Jarl’s mouth closed his.

“Speak not, and let me have my way,” Jarl said. Orlando closed his eyes. This was so humiliating. He did not intend to let this... Viggo... have any way with him. He was not gay for heaven’s sake.

He put his hands on Jarl’s shoulders and pushed the man away.

Surprised, Jarl found himself on the floor and the naked, erotic sight of Devon panting on the bed was revealed to him. It was common for men to lay with each other. Jarl was married with two children, so society was not offended if he took a male lover. And he wanted Devon.

“Devon...” he pleaded again. Why would his friend not have him?

Jarl continued to sit on the hard packed floor, tiny stones digging into his naked backside, and stare at this stranger in his friend’s body.

“What is this? Why do you push me from the bed when all I do is tell you of my desire?”

When Devon pulled the fur covering back over his naked body and refused to answer, the large Dane pushed himself up from the earth. Grabbing his discarded clothing, he donned them before striding from the enclosure, his anger and hurt evident.

Jarl walked to the tree line and relieved himself, his thoughts on the man who had shared his bed last evening. A few feet further, and he was at the small trickling brook, where he washed his hands then drank deeply.

Moving back to the centre of the clearing, Jarl extricated a half loaf of dark bread from the communal stoves, and began to eat. A tingling feeling danced along his back and, peering over his shoulder, he made contact with dark brown eyes.

“Devon, come break your fast, there is freshly baked bread.”

Orlando narrowed his eyes. This was a serious predicament. He didn’t want to eat; he wanted to get the fuck away.

Remembering where he fell into this realm, he would just have to get back there again. Angrily, he began walking but shortly after he felt Jarl’s hand on his shoulder.

Shrugging off his hand briskly didn’t impress Jarl who simply stepped in front of the upset youth. “Don’t walk away from me again, Devon... Devon! Look at me.”

Orlando did and the storm in Jarl’s eyes impressed him but he was still interested in leaving.

Jarl frowned, beginning to get annoyed with this display. There was no use in behaving like that. He knew Devon had been inclined to this before he went on his journey.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Go where?”

At this point, they had reached the place where Orlando had come from, but all he saw was the beginning of the road leading out of the settlement.

“Come home with me, Devon.” Jarl pointed with his bread in the direction of his home.

Sighing deeply, Orlando began walking back to Jarl’s dwelling.

Entering the small room, Orlando was told to sit on the bed. Quickly, some soup was arranged and the hotness of the brew made Orlando feel sleepy again. He didn’t realise how exhausted he still was. Jarl came to sit beside him. He cocked his head, his soft hair framing his face, Orlando couldn’t help but lift a hand and caress his cheek. He looked so much like Viggo, and it was comforting until Jarl turned his head and kissed his palm.

The moment his lips touched Devon's hand, Jarl felt the younger man stiffen and try to draw away from him. Releasing the slighter form, blue eyes sought brown, but encountered a shuttered expression.

Sighing, the blond rose from the bed and moved about the small enclosure, ostensibly to clean, but more to put space and time between them.

"I do not know what has come between us. But if I have done something to offend, you have my apology." The stiff pride of Jarl's words did nothing to hide the hurt and confusion. But these were emotions he could not afford and would refuse to give into.

Turning to face the other man, Jarl stopped. Devon was curled in upon himself, his eyes watching Jarl. Anger suddenly flared in the older man and he lashed out.

"You caress my face, seek my heat in that very bed and others, cuddle up to me at night. Yet, when I come to you for comfort, you spurn me. Why? Am I a toy to you? Something to play with and toss aside? Should you have offered me coin for my services, it would have at least been honest, not like these games you use on me!"

“Vig...” Orlando tried to cut the sermon, but Jarl was too engrossed in his anger.

“Shut the fuck up, Viggo!” Orlando closed his eyes a few seconds calming down when Jarl looked at him in disgust. “I meant... Jarl.” He lifted his hands to try emphasizing his words. “I didn’t mean to be a cock tease. I swear I wasn’t ... I...”

Jarl began to laugh. Putting a hand to his hair, Orlando scratched his skull, not knowing what to do now.

“A cock tease?” Jarl nodded. “That you are, Devon.” He leaned forward, grabbed Orlando’s shoulders, and crushed his lips against his young friend’s.

Orlando lay perfectly still. He allowed this only because he was somewhat guilty. And shortly after the kiss became less rough when Jarl realised Orlando wasn’t fighting him.

His lips became soft and gentle and Orlando forgot for a moment whom he was kissing. Jarl moved to lay on top of him, their bodies moulding against each other’s body. Orlando decided it couldn’t hurt to just... enjoy the show while he was there, could it?

Jarl had seen many a wench tumble to her back for Devon, his dark beauty and gentle seductive ways were an anthem to women and men alike, and the younger man never lacked for bed companions.

The older Dane was no exception; the slender man had cast a spell upon his heart and body, one that desired fulfilment. Jarl knew deep inside that his feelings were more than lust, far more.

Gentling his body and turning to lay on his side, he pulled the younger man with him. Jarl slid one hand behind Devon to caress his lower back, the other to cradle his head. Angling his mouth, Jarl sought entrance to the dark grotto behind Devon's lips. Barely pulling from the other man, Jarl beseeched, "Yield to me, let me show you the pleasures we can bring to each other."

Orlando moaned deep in his throat, the heady, intoxicating sensation of Jarl's tongue gliding over his sent a throbbing, pooling flood of blood to his groin. When the large, calloused hand gripped his ass-cheek, the dark haired man thrust his hips forward, meeting the steel lance of the other man.

“J-jarl...” Orlando gasped feeling the alien hands on his backside. “I would rather if you... didn’t...” his breath had been stolen by the intense kisses. He was kissed by Jarl once more and he decided to turn the tables, and was now on top plunging his tongue into the man’s mouth. Jarl groaned underneath him.

“How about I fuck you instead? Huh?” Orlando grinned, seeing Jarl’s eyes dilate. Orlando grabbed the blue-eyed man’s wrists and it was apparent what a shock it infused through his body. Orlando was certain ‘Devon’ was a chronic bottom - he wasn’t gonna be one. Jarl was going down.

“Devon?” Jarl said, annoyed at how the game had altered. Devon was irritatingly changed. He was too strong-minded and the softness was all gone. Aroused beyond his wildest dreams, Jarl was looking forward to this.

“Undress me lover,” he rasped in the young man’s ear when he once more dived to bruise his lips in a kiss.

Although Orlando never had slept with a man, he knew what to do. He had watched a very realistic gay porn movie with the Hobbits simply because he had lost a bet and the one losing it would ‘suffer’ the gay porn flick, whereas the remaining winners would get the ‘good’ hetero stuff. Orlando knew they had arranged for him to lose no matter how they played cards, but he said nothing and now he was in the position that he knew how to top Jarl. Locking eyes with the man, he saw the softness behind the blue depth and he saw Viggo.

Gasping loudly, he began shaking and sweating. Letting go of Jarl, he quickly undressed and when he started to work on the fastenings of Jarl’s clothing the man put his hands on his.

“Slow down, Devon. We’ve got all night.”

Jarl was at a loss as to what had exactly changed in the younger man. He had always been gentle, but that did not mean soft; Devon was a warrior, and a damned good one. Therefore, if his younger friend wished to control the sex, so be it. The larger Dane was not opposed, and had often wondered why he was not more demanding of equal time.

Lying back, he allowed the removal of his clothing to continue, the smooth fingers gliding over his sensitive chest then thighs. Lifting his hips, he permitted Devon to slide his smallclothes off, tossing them over his shoulder to lie in a heap on the dirt floor.

With dark hair falling into his face, Orlando sat back on Jarl’s heavy thighs, and smiled when the other man tucked his hands behind his head.

Jarl knew he had an impressive body, a warrior’s body, and had the scars as badges of honor to prove it, but this viewing was different. It was if his young lover had never seen him naked before.

The intense perusal had his cock twitching happily. There was almost something predatory about Devon’s look, desire and a hunger to ravage him that suddenly made Jarl’s mouth dry.

“Am I to your liking?”

“Oh - you're very much to my liking although I cannot fathom why."

Orlando looked at the leaking cock and knew the techniques. It was simply a matter of doing what he liked done to him and, liking this particular trick, he bent and stuck out his tongue to lick away the clear fluids from the slit. But as he did so, he suddenly fell.

Completely confused and still aroused, he then found himself back in his mom's attic.

"What the fuck are you doing, Orlando?" he yelled at himself, and put the phone back in his pocket. He stuck his hands into his hair and stepped in front the picture. The picture had changed. It was no longer looking like Viggo.

tbc



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Comments

[teamane.livejournal.com]

:D

I like it so much! How could I missed the first chapter?
^.^
What was the picture looking like now?! o.o
Chapter three soon, please.
*goes in search of first chapter*
:D

[myr-juhl.livejournal.com]

Thanks Tea!

Yeah, I don't know how you could miss this? *s*

I think we switch between all 3 of them. I like all versions of this manip.

I've been very sick this week, but we post today the 12th.

Love from Myr