FIC: Ever Changing Destinations 3/6 by Pipitta & Myr

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Title: Ever Changing Destinations © 2006 by Myr Juhl & Bee
Part: 3/6
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk & pipilaine@yahoo.com
Fandom: Viggo/Orli;
Type: RPS, AU, Crossover-ish, Historic
Rating: PG-13
Cast: Orlando (Rasmus) / Viggo (Valdemar)

*** 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: Translations to “Min Gud, Du er smuk min broder,” & ”Og således er du også, Viggo:
'My God, you are beautiful, my brother' & 'And you are like wise, Viggo'



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Ever Changing Destinations
Part 3

By Bee & Myr


Viggo was sitting in the stationary taxi, a major accident halting traffic. Glancing at his watch, he saw he would be able to catch his flight if the car started moving within the next 15 minutes. If not, he was screwed.

Two days ago he’d contacted his travel agent, told him what he wanted, and when he wanted. It meant major scrambling on the balding man’s part. Steven was good, Viggo had to admit that, and that was the main reason he used him. True, he paid for how good his agent was, but at times like this, price didn’t matter.

The yellow cab jerked forward just as the older actor’s cell phone rang. Glancing at the display, he noticed the Canterbury exchange and flipped the lid open. When he placed the phone to his ear, there was silence. Looking at the display once more, Viggo saw the call had been terminated.

Pressing the send button, he heard the musical tones indicating ringing, but Orlando did not pick up. Even though he had spoken to the younger man a few days ago, he was still concerned, so he tried the call again, and again, but each time there was no answer.

Viggo began to swear vehemently in several languages when they stopped again. He was going to miss his flight. He was screwed.

Orlando awoke from a strange dream. He remembered wanting to have sex with Viggo, and it had felt so good that he still had a hard on. Not the usual one taking a leak could handle... this was ‘the other’ one.

He knew he had to do something about it and, in the end, he managed to ‘finish off’ the dominant bastard in five efficient jerks. What surprised him was his climax.

Already at jerk number three he felt like fainting from pleasure. It felt just as good as when he had sex with ... “Ooooh!” he moaned out loud knowing his mum had left for work. Jerk number five and his eyes blackened as his body almost spasmed. “Oh... Viggo...” he moaned, not realising he had said his name. Cleaning up the mess, he stood woozily a few seconds.

“Fuck that was good.” He had his eyes closed and still the delicious fire of passion coursed through him, but it was fading fast. Taking a light shower, he afterwards trotted upstairs to the attic. He had done it instinctively, debating to himself there was nothing that would make him uneasy; it was just the old stupid painting he and Sam had slashed.

He instantly felt the pull and he had to go and look. Shocked, he once more saw Viggo’s eyes stare back at him and he felt dizzy. Leaning forward to support himself, the next thing he was able to register was that he was once more back in a noisy place and not understanding a word said to him. What he did notice, however, was the shocked spectators witnessing how he seemed to just appear out of nowhere in the middle of the common street of Copenhagen in the Middle ages.

Valdemar walked the busy streets of Havn, noticing the many bobbing ships in the quay, and smiled. The soft call of the gulls intermingling with the gentle slap-slap of water against the side of the piers and boats lulled the blond man into a feeling of peace.

He loved his bustling port city; the new and interesting imports from the other countries always intrigued him. He was a man of knowledge, learning and expanding his mind was a passion to the King, as much as his passion for his younger half-brother, Rasmus.

As hard as he tried, King Valdemar could not completely ignore the personal guards who dogged his steps, assuring his safety.

Suddenly he was tangled in arms and legs, both bodies falling heavily to the hard floor.

Panicked yells of, "Min herre, har De det godt? Grib ham!” This last directed to the hapless brunette laying face down in the street.

Quickly, hands grabbed at the two prone men, one carefully but swiftly lifted and shuttled amidst the large protective bodies of the guards, and the other hauled roughly up and held at sword point.

“Hold!” the bellowed order was followed immediately.

Pushing his way through his men, King Valdemar approached the captive, and raised his chin. “Rasmus, min broder, what are you doing here? Did I not request you to remain at the castle?”

Looking around, Valdemar questioned, “And where are your guards?”

Orlando had to shield his features well. Being back in another weird realm was too fantastic. At least this Viggo didn’t look horny after his arse. He sighed deeply, remembering how he had wanted said ass looked after yesterday. This Viggo... Orlando looked carefully at the soft beard and velvet, long, medieval style shoes. He was dressed in puff knickers and silk stockings...

Orlando desperately tried not to smile. He had to remember this was another Viggo and to this man his life was of course as real as it was unreal to Orlando.

“Ok...” Orlando sighed. /Rasmus is it? Nice to know your character’s name./

He didn’t understand the flow of words coming from Viggo this time and he seemed very annoyed by his presence. At least he was close to him from the start but that was hardly a surprise. He had a feeling he would be under this man - naked - before the end of the day.

The question was only how and in what connection, and he realised he was looking forward to it. He felt he had missed the experience last night but today... he swallowed, regarding the codpiece in front of Viggo’s groin. Looking down he saw he wasn’t wearing one himself and the bulge was becoming visible. He didn’t really care and turned but, at the same time a strong pair of hands grabbed him and he stilled.

“Take him back to the castle,” Valdemar sighed. He was going to have to do something about his baby brother. It was tedious how the young man wandered about the city. It was filled with opportunists willing to kill him for a pair of shoes, but Rasmus was oblivious and believed in good in all mankind. He was terribly naïve and if Valdemar were to die unexpectedly, many bad people within the Court would declare him unfit to govern and that would be the end of their line.

Valdemar’s eyes followed his brother as he was led back to security.

Two of the guards escorted the King’s younger brother, and he heaved a sigh. Anyone within the Castle knew of his deep affection for his youngest, and now only brother.

Their father had been a rogue, no doubts there, and had used his power to force the subject du jour to his bed. Many of these liaisons had ended with a new addition to the royal family tree. Not many lasted beyond their first year of life, only to be struck down by illness. Valdemar had longed for brothers as a child, and each death scarred him. Vowing to never allow anyone close to him, he had hardened his heart, but, as Rasmus grew into a gangly, clumsy child, and then into young adulthood, the newly crowned King felt stirrings for the Royal beauty.

His brother’s zest for life was infectious, and soon had the dour King laughing. The fact that Rasmus had a quick mind, sharp wit and wicked tongue were added benefits. However, the young Prince’s openness and willingness to believe in the good and Christian hearts of his fellow man was going to get him killed, and that would in effect destroy Valdemar.

“We will return to the Castle. Gather my selections and have them sent to my chambers.” Muttering under his breath, the blond King continued, “My brother and I have much to discuss.”

Soon the King was crossing the canal to his home, his movements determined, he needed to impress upon Rasmus the rashness of his actions.


Orlando gasped at the sight of the castle appearing before his eyes as they crossed a marble bridge to get to the Castle, which had been built separately from the city. He looked back at Viggo who looked at him in mild irritation that lessened by the minute. /I have do better than the real Rasmus,/ Orlando thought. He was quickly getting tired of being a trouble child. He smiled to himself. /I’ll seduce him. See if I can make this guy defrost./

Orlando was sent to the chambers apparently belonging to Rasmus.

The king did not have a large household. Still Orlando tried to imagine how much money would be needed to run this household even at a minimum.

Valdemar stood in the doorway and dismissed the servants. His eyes narrowed as he watched his brother walk about his room as if the things it contained were all new to him. Then the younger man turned and crossed the floor and to Valdemar’s surprise, his arms rose and snaked around his neck. They looked into each other’s eyes for a while.

“Um... Rasmus... we need to talk, brother.”

To Orlando’s surprise, he now did understand Viggo. Somehow, he had gotten the ability to understand the language. He just needed to hear some of it to catch the rhythm and now it seemed ridiculous that he hadn’t understood Viggo beforehand.

“Why talk?”

Valdemar’s eyebrows shot in the air. “Rasmus...I”

Orlando smiled and latched his lips to Viggo’s.

Valdemar grabbed his brother’s shoulders, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss, tilting his head, sliding one had up to cradle the silken curls. The King’s other hand glided downwards, ghosting over Rasmus’ back, to finally stop at the swell of his ass. Pulling him forward, the two men groaned when the younger man’s engorged cock danced against his brother’s thigh, fire hot brands of desire exploding in their bodies.

Reality quickly interrupted when Valdemar realized what his brother was doing. “Stop, Rasmus, please stop.” The hoarse whisper was breathless with lust and desire. Pushing away from his stunned younger brother, the blue-eyed man moved a safe distance and then turned to face his lover.

“You can not keep using sex to get out of trouble! Don’t you understand? What you did today was dangerous, to yourself and the Kingdom!”

Seeing the confusion in the soft brown eyes, Valdemar felt his heart melt, much the same as it did in the past. Crossing the few paces separating them, the Danish ruler cupped his brother’s face, pressing their foreheads together. “Brother, should any harm befall you, I would surely wither. I love you, but I cannot let you use your body as a bargaining tool to avoid your Royal duties and responsibilities. You must be protected, for there are many who would use you to harm me and our people.”

“But Viggo...” Orlando said to coax the man into revealing his name.

“But... Viggo? I’m your fucking King Valdemar, brother I’m gonna show you...” Valdemar began, but Orlando had pushed the best button and he knew he had more strength than what he appeared, so he twirled Valdemar to the floor and straddled the stunned man.

He panted with excitement, loving the feel of sitting on top of Viggo. He felt high and moaned just by the sheer thought of what was gonna happen.

“Do you know what is gonna happen?”

Valdemar was not ... sure ... to be completely honest. Rasmus was always an eager bottom. Valdemar never bottomed for Rasmus. If he did, it would be the first time with him. However, Valdemar was not a virgin bottom wise, but he was quite sure Rasmus had never topped before.

“Rasmus - you’ve never done this before... why don’t you let me take you as we normally do?”

Orlando smiled and bent as if to kiss the man, but instead he caught his wrists and pinned them above Viggo’s head with one hand. With the other, he loosened the strap holding the codpiece and threw it away.

“Now... Valdemar!” Orlando emphasized his name and was caught up in this erotic game. He wished he would stay for the whole show; yesterday he was taken away just when it had started to get interesting.

And now - things were very interesting.

“So you claim we are lovers?”

Valdemar rolled his eyes. “Rasmus? What is the matter with you”?

“I’m fine. /I’m just not Rasmus./ Can I now ravish and please you, High King?”

Valdemar looked carefully into the younger man’s eyes, not sure he liked this turn of the events.

“I was - as always - concerned for your safety and you attack me like this, Rasmus?”

“When was the first time you tool me?” Orlando asked, grinding his cock into Valdemar’s. He moaned in delight at how hard the man was.

Valdemar laughed. “Oh dear. You sure know how to avoid unpleasantness, don’t you? You were old enough. On the day you reached the age of consent and not a day later. I made sure of it.”

“Oh!” Orlando said. “So - you do care about me?”

“Yes... I fucking love you, Rasmus. I have three wives, but I take you to my bed, don’t I?”

Orlando’s eyes became soft when he saw the passion had arisen within Valdemar’s startling ´Viggo’ eyes and, bending down, he swiped the full lower lip with his wet tongue.

Valdemar shivered and more wet licks were added. This was definitely not his usual Rasmus. Whoever had given him a tip or two about spicing up their love life had known what to teach, and Valdemar’s breath became more laboured.

“I need...” he moaned into Orlando’s mouth before his senses were captured and their tongues busy keeping up with the passion that had ignited their bodies.

Watching his father’s lack of restraint had taught Valdemar how to control himself, never to give into whims or spontaneity. However, this new side to his brother, his lover, sparked a desire so deep in him, he felt the need to release it lest it consume him.

Wrenching his arms from the solid grip, Valdemar allowed his hands free rein over the slender form, caressing, squeezing, touching whereever he could, but it was not enough.

Grabbing the oddly fashioned tunic, the older man ripped it over Orlando’s head, parting their lips for the deed. Moving his hands quickly to his lover’s waist, Valdemar fumble with the metallic closure, tugging and pulling, but to no avail.

“Rasmus, please, remove this garment. I have a need to feel your body on mine.”

Usually deft of hand at stripping his younger lover, the King was frustrated, and continued to assault the article. “Now!”

Orlando gasped at Valdemar’s intensity. He was back in the erotic feel of yesterday that lead him into this wanted position.

“Let me Viggo,” Orlando purred in a voice he hardly recognized himself. He slowly let his hand travel down his pants to unzip them.

Valdemar followed his every step completely missing the ‘Viggo’ name.

Valdemar put his hands on the smooth chest and groaned, having never seen his brother like this. Orlando arched his neck as finger pads found erect nipples. He moaned with abandon and Valdemar was ready to burst at the sight.

Rolling the buds between his fingers, he then paid attention when the strange metal fastening was fully opened and pulled apart. From inside the blue pants, his brother’s cock sprang free and Valdemar smiled, wanting to touch it, but Rasmus got off him and kicked off the garment.

Quickly, Orlando was back on top of him and he spread his thighs, presenting his sex in all its erect glory.

“Min Gud, Du er smuk min broder,” Valdemar gasped.

“Og således er du også, Viggo,” Orlando replied, leaning back on his hands.

Valdemar closed his eyes, pleasure shooting through his body as he watched the brunette. Feeling his buttocks rub across his hard length, Valdemar’s eyes fluttered closed a few seconds. He wanted to take his brother so bad but he also enjoyed this new side to him and it would be a shame to just... Valdemar opened his eyes. When Rasmus licked his lips in pure pleasure he growled and was about to push him backwards on his back, but Rasmus was so fast, Valdemar stiffened.

Orlando froze a second, realising himself how fast he had retreated to prevent Valdemar from taking control of their sexual encounter.

/Don’t go Elvish on me, Legolas,/ he smiled to himself, but he did feel just a bit of the taught Elven grace return and, like a cat, he crawled on his knees back to Valdemar who without questioning spread his thighs, welcoming the dominant creature.

Every time Valdemar had exercised his husbandly rights with one of his wives, the coupling was perfunctory, cold and with purpose. He had sired children, but none of them were born from a union of love.

He had sought that from his brother, and had often times found it, but he had always been the aggressor. This new side to Rasmus made the older man feel desired.

The predatory gleam sent shivers of pleasure through him, hardening his cock.

When his lover settled between his legs, Valdemar leaned up and captured the moist lips in a heated kiss, breaking the contact only to breath.

“I have waited many years for this my brother. Somewhere inside of you, I knew there was this passion.” The husky whisper was murmured against the flushed throat, light tingling vibrating through his lips.

Slowly sliding his legs along the lithe contour of Rasmus’ body, his feet scaling over the supple thighs, Valdemar raised his knees to his chest.

Caressing his brother’s cheek with the back of his hand, the King looked longingly into deep eyes of passion. “Claim me, and take what is yours by right and as my gift."

“Yeesss...” Orlando moaned and moved closer not knowing how to do this, but he wanted the King so much he was panting.

Valdemar’s hands found their way into his hair and pulled it in complete disarray as their mouths fused and their moans became loud and gasping.

“Get inside me,” Valdemar groaned, not able to take it any longer.

“I will, I will. Teach me,” Orlando said.

Valdemar laughed exasperated. “All right, brother. As I’ve done to you hundreds of times, stick your fingers inside me until I’ve widened enough for penetration.”

“’Course... just forgot,” Orlando babbled. He suckled a few fingers and went searching for the tiny entrance. Finding it, it felt smooth and hot and...

“Ooh!!!!!” Valdemar said, arching his back slightly to get bodily contact to Rasmus and not just his legs.

Working meticulously and catching every moan into his mouth, Orlando soon had four fingers thrusting into Valdemar, who thrashed under him in blind passion. It was hot, it was wild and beyond any sexual encounter Orlando had ever had. He knew instinctively Valdemar was there with him. His ‘real’ Rasmus was a timid bedmate in contrast with Orlando’s version.

Finally, Valdemar was shaking all over and it was time. Their bodies were shiny from a thin sheen of sweat.

Withdrawing his fingers, Orlando came closer to lie more over Valdemar. His brother took hold of his cock and Orlando watched in awe how his length seemed to be absorbed slowly into the man’s body, the raw visual almost making him blackout, feeling the tight grip that seemed to grow with each inch.

Arching his back as Rasmus slowly eased into him, a long low moan, raw with pleasure caressed the two lovers.

Trying to bring his legs tighter to his chest, Valdemar pulled at his knees, but it was not enough. He wanted more of his brother in him, wanted his so deep, throbbing and hard he could taste him in the back of his throat.

“Rasmus, help me push my legs higher, I need you in me. Fuck me, pound into me.”

The King began to rock on his back, trying to impale himself on the engorged flesh within his body.

Orlando tried to hold on to the slick thighs but it was impossible. Sweat ran down their limbs, making their entwined bodies produce hungry, wet noises.

Orlando tried to focus on Valdemar’s face. The man was cramped up in intense pleasure. He was hardly breathing but seemed to keep his breath and occasionally, he let it go to inhale sharply anew.

“Oo oh, yes,” Orlando gasped as his climax started rolling from the top of his body, spreading more and more till he didn’t know where he was.

“Touch me, Rasmus.” Valdemar’s body was stiff and he couldn’t move to take care of his own cock. He felt he might not even need it, but it would top the experience for him and he always did that for Rasmus.

The King watched as his brother eagerly gripped his aching cock, and two strokes later, he erupted, his creamy seed coating his stomach. Most landed on his lower chest and that of Rasmus, and the younger prince’s hand was drenched as well.

Valdemar groaned when Rasmus raised his dripping hand and licked the fluid from it. The sight was so erotic and unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Clenching his inner muscles, the King moved his legs out of his lover’s grip and wrapped them around the slender waist, pulling Rasmus in tighter, closer.

“Come for me, fill me with your seed.” The older lover reached up with his hands and cupped bronzed shoulders, dragging him down for a soul-stealing kiss. Plunging his tongue deeply into his brother’s moist heat, Valdemar groaned again.

Orlando was right there with him, filled with their scent permeating the room, their naked bodies, what had just happened and he melted into the kiss once more. Then he smiled a bit. /Brothers, Viggo. Not bad, Rasmus./

He came gasping Valdemar’s name. Viggo had somehow stayed away for a few a minutes. Now he just wanted to enjoy the moment as the ones they were.


Orlando awoke in a royal bed alone. Valdemar was apparently doing royal stuff. Orlando, being the insignificant baby brother who wasn’t expected to do anything of importance in his life at all, dressed, and had breakfast served before he decided to cross the marble bridge and enter the city.

“Adventure,” Orlando said looking carefully everywhere and went to Højbro Plads, a market place, and he loved market places. There the real entertainment was to be found.

Suddenly, a tall slender man approached him. Looking into his eyes, Orlando frowned. He was certain he had seen him somewhere before in real life but it was impossible to point out in this realm.

“May I show you some exiting novelties coming directly from China, Your Highness?” the man asked.

Orlando frowned. “You know me, good Sir?”

The merchant smiled and shook his head, but he shied not away in sleazy respect for a nobleman. Orlando had an eerie feeling this person was not entirely a character in this game. He had a creeping feeling this man was here in his own game, trying to figure out what Orlando’s part was.

“Who the fuck are you? You’re as less a merchant as I am the king’s fuck toy!”

The man’s eyes widened. “All right... fair enough. I’m not a merchant. You look nothing like the king either.”

“How do you enter this?”

“A phone call. You know phones?”

“Yes - move on!”

The merchant stepped closer and then mumbled, “Follow me.”

Orlando went with him all the way down Købmagergade until they reached the first side street Klareboderne. There, the man suddenly pinned him against the wall.

“You’re very pretty, and I’m in here for the sex.”

Orlando laughed, “Great. Me too! But only with the king’s alias.” Then he turned serious. “Who is your goal? Me?”

“I’m Keanu. You’re?” He lifted his black eye brows.

Orlando smiled. “Yeah. Now I see it.”

Keanu bent to try lick Orlando’s neck and he did manage the initiative, but when his hot lips moved higher to get a taste of Orlando’s salty lower lip, the younger actor simply vanished between his hands.

“FUCK!!!!!!” Keanu yelled.



tbc



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Comments

[lartisteaffamee.livejournal.com]

0.o...very interesting :) nice bringing in "the one" :P

[myr-juhl.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading!

love from Myr

[gooseygandy.livejournal.com]

*fans self* Dominant!Orlando is soooo incredibly sexy. And the whole incest thing is just an added bonus. :) *swoons*

*giggles* I get such pleasure from Keanu not getting any though. Bwahaha.

[myr-juhl.livejournal.com]

*g* Yeah, Keanu did have fancy phone connections, but he didnt' get any Orli.

thanks for reading!

love from Myr