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Title: $100,000 © 2006 by Myr Juhl
Part: 4/5
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan

*** WARNINGS *** Chapters are rated NC-17 and contains through out the series: * Dark issues * Graphic Male slash * Manipulation /non-con (matter of opinion) * Enchanting * Telepathy * Voyeurism *

Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
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Summary: During vacation, Orlando agrees to be paid $100,000 if he spends a week with a total stranger. Smut, smut and utterly smut.

Timeline: March 2004
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
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A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.

~*~

$100,000 part 4
by Myr

“What was it like?” Viggo asked, as his hand caressed the fully sated young body lying panting in sweat and essences, enjoying the aftermath with him. Orlando’s eyes were closed as he tried to express what he had just experienced with his soul mate.

“It was like... being on drugs... I was... riding on a flying blanket... like in the fairy tale; throughout the world and I saw you reaching out everywhere I went...” Orlando said, smiling satisfied and stretched his long limbs. “...and in every port, we fucked like rabbits. It was heavenly,” he purred, and opened his eyes to see Viggo’s grin.

The man nuzzled Orlando’s balls having the young man bark at him, not knowing how rabbits communicated verbally.

Viggo laughed, “I especially loved the one where you ran after me trying to force me into that harem dancer’s pantaloons.”

Orlando remembered and added, “And the sequinned propeller bra...” Viggo laughed and nodded, but then he noticed Orlando tried to compose himself.

“I saw where you were born, Viggo...” he said hesitating, then he bent in the hips to sit up, and grabbed Viggo’s face and kissed him deeply. “You and I were born in the same crappy little old house in Canterbury.”

Viggo nodded, “So now you know. We are meant to be together.”

“Only one question remains though... I was born in 1977. When were you born? The house is from 1754...so...” he lifted one eyebrow inquisitively.

Viggo also hesitated and closed his eyes, as if he momentarily was in pain. Orlando went searching in his mind. He could feel it in his entire system that he was closing in on the answer, only to scream in surprised pain spreading across his mind, as if he had rammed his head against an iron door.

“I’m sorry...” Viggo whispered, “It’s too dangerous for you to go there... yet...” He arranged himself behind Orlando and began massaging his lover’s pain away.

Orlando enjoyed the neck massage and the time spent in silence allowed his thoughts to wander. Finally, he asked in a small voice, “What happens when the week is over?” He picked at the hairs on Viggo’s shins, which were wrapped around his body.

Viggo seemed to add pressure to his fingertips, but continued massaging Orlando. He didn’t reply right away. Obviously, he thought carefully before answering, but eventually, he mumbled, “It’s up to you really. Know only this: You’re my soul mate for as long as you live. I will not love anyone else, and shall you choose to leave me, I will not make love to another soul for the rest of your life.” He paused to give Orlando a chance to adjust to the shocking news. The young man’s body had turned rigid in his arms only to squirm to free himself.

Orlando looked at Viggo for a while, really looked at him, the raw magnetism, the intense stare. The almighty love hitting him non-stop, which had surrounded him from the second Viggo stepped into his life two days ago. Orlando swallowed and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been in love, Viggo.” Viggo looked sad, as if he’d already lost him, so he continued quickly putting a finger on his lips, “So I wouldn’t know if I’ve fallen in love with you. What I do know is this: You rock my world, and I worship our relationship.” Feeling on safe ground due to what Viggo had just said, he continued, “and when the week is over, I will stay, but only on specific terms, as I want to continue doing my job.”

Viggo looked so relieved it brought tears in Orlando’s eyes. “Fuck, I don’t know what I would have done, if you didn’t want to stay.”

“Don’t think about it - I’m staying, lover.”

~*~

“Dom?”

“Orli!!!!” Dom’s voice was cheerful but there was a tremor behind it, revealing worry.

“Dom... I... I’m fine, S’Blomie... I’m...”

“What?” Dom asked, and Orlando sensed how afraid his friend was.

“I just want you to know that I’m very happy here. I enjoy his company and my staying here is not turning out the way I thought it would two days ago.”

“Did he rape you all night again?” Dom asked tonelessly.

Orlando smiled and suddenly burst out laughing, “Jeeez... no more than I raped him last night. Oh, man, I fucked his brains out, S’Blomie...” he had to wipe his eyes and was glad when Dom also laughed.

“OK, that’s reassuring - in a twisted way, Orli.”

“Thanks Dommie. Look...can we skip daily calls and just make a few until we meet when the week’s over?”

Dom was silent for a while and then he spoke, “I understand what you mean. You’re actually not in danger and don’t need a chaperone and I’m too real to interrupt your world everyday... yadda yadda. That kind of thing?”

“No... you were just... you thought wrong. Viggo’s not a creep. He’s... he’s becoming closer to me than any other boyfriend I’ve ever had. I don’t need to be chaperoned any longer... that’s all.”

“Gods don’t tell me you’re in love with him, Orli?”

“No - I didn’t say that. Actually, I think I skipped that part and simply love him.”

“Wow...” Dom whistled. He was sincerely impressed and he didn’t doubt Orlando meant it. Those were big words in the mouth of his fellow Brit.

“You love him? Personally, I can’t see the attraction, but I admit meeting him was quite impressive.”

“He doesn’t pull those stunts anymore. Now he’s very caring and... he thinks we belong together. It was never about buying me. He even apologised about it.”

“Strange... that’s not the impression I got. He really disguised all his good points.”

Orlando’s laugh was a bit restrained, but then said, “I have him wound around my finger just where he wants to be. He adores me just as massively as I worship him.”

“Gods... please!” Dom groaned. The phone began to beep indicating time was up.

“OK, mate... I’ll call you again in a few days and I’ll expect to see you next week.”

“Got it. Have fun till then.”

“Yeah, you too, Dominic.”

Slowly, Orlando got up and went to stand in front of Viggo’s bedroom. /Our bedroom,/ he corrected himself with a smile, as he had moved in here this morning. He glanced at the sex toys and grinned. He had asked if Viggo actually used them, and Viggo had grinned back wickedly at the way Orlando looked uncomfortable but shaken his head. “Nah - I prefer hands and cock. Besides, they would break if I tried using them. They’re very old - even the recent ones.”

Orli had been relieved. He had never liked having things applied on him. Orlando went inside the bedroom. He fell on the bed and went to sleep seconds later. He didn’t wake up until Viggo coaxed him back to conscience, slowly licking the salt off the soles of his feet with his tongue.

“Hello lover,” Viggo rasped as his tongue worked its way up toward its destination.

Orlando could taste his own saltiness on Viggo’s tongue as they indulged in soft kisses.

“Wanna go into to town?”

“What time is it?” Orlando asked, scratching his scalp.

“Closing in on 4 pm,” Viggo replied, sucking on Orlando’s neck. He groaned when Orlando got out of bed leaving him falling flat on his side empty-handed. He rested his head in his hand looking at his lover’s slender curved, yet well-defined muscles.

“I thought we could have dinner and catch a movie?”

Orlando turned around with eyebrows raised. Lately, he found himself only going to the movies for premieres. “You wanna go to the movies with me?”

Viggo smiled, “Yeah. I love the movies. I’m sorry, I just had the feeling you like movies too...” He shrugged.

Orlando smiled back. “Oh, you weren’t wrong. I love movies.”

Viggo grinned, got up, and went to embrace Orlando’s sleep warm, hugs invitingly body. His young lover pushed him away. “No more. Gotta shower...” Looking at Viggo’s naked body, he sighed changing his mind and asked longingly, “Come and join me? I need a fuck.”

~*~

Dom sat outside a small intimate café. He was soon going to dinner and was having a lovely conversation with a girl from Holland. They met on the beach earlier today and thank God, she had no idea who he was. Suddenly, he became very distracted, because on the other side of the street, he noticed Orlando walk hand in hand with this... Viggo person he simply couldn’t stand no matter how much Orlando seemed to adore him. The girl followed his eyes and gasped, “Oh my God! Isn’t that... what’s his name?” She shook her hands in excitement but couldn’t remember whom she thought she had seen.

“I wouldn’t know,” Dom shrugged trying to make his date forget whom she had seen to protect his friend. “He looked like Justin Timberlake,” he said giggling silently.

The girl frowned, “Justin Timberlake? Here?” She laughed out aloud, “He’s a singer! No, I mean some actor... I know I’ve seen his face somewhere... oh what the fuck...” She shrugged and lighted a cigarette instead, looking back at her cute British companion Elijah Wood, wondering if he’d like a blowjob.

~*~

Orlando and Viggo enjoyed their trip to town. Orlando was aware of photographers but he actually couldn’t care less. They were luring in every corner of the world. There would never be a place, where he could be certain he would not have his photo taken simply because he was Orlando Bloom. At least, he was somewhat unrecognisable at the moment with his hair much shorter. So he dared holding Viggo’s hand and he even shared a secretive kiss inside a store when no one was looking.

Knowing he could have anything he pointed at, either Viggo paid or he used his own credit card, sort of made buying stuff unappealing today. Viggo didn’t really get it but had to accept his lovely boyfriend wasn’t in the mood for shopping. He sensed nothing troubling the younger man, so he just enjoyed their stroll for what it was. They had a nice light dinner and afterwards, he directed them to the cinema. Orlando stopped and looked at Viggo.

“You’re not serious?”

Viggo looked at him puzzled, “What do you mean? I thought you liked going to the movies and you confirmed?”

Orlando suddenly realised that he still hadn’t told Viggo who he was. Viggo had no idea he was an actor, and right now, Viggo wanted to take him seeing 'Pirates of The Caribbean.' He looked at Viggo, but the man hadn’t recognised that his boyfriend was staring back at them from the poster right in front of them. Orlando smirked. This could be fun.

“You're still right. I do like the movies a lot. Let’s go watch, shall we?”

He went to stand secluded in the corner, until they could enter the theatre and disappear in their seats.

The lights went out, and he managed to distract Viggo with a little kiss, when his name was plastered all over the screen.

“hmmf... I’d love to kiss you, Orlando, but I’d like to watch the film...” he whispered.

“Sorry, Viggo,” Orlando answered, whispering back. His smile was so huge he had problems containing the bubbles rising to burst out in a laughing fit. But he finally contained himself. Soon he would appear up there and he had better concentrate not letting his mind reveal anything to spoil the fun.

A few minutes later, he glanced at Viggo, Will Turner was strutting about with Governor Swan’s new sword. Viggo didn’t look back at him, so Orlando sighed and watched for a while smiling at memories, when Johnny came on screen. Gods it had been fun. He was happy at the prospects of doing Pirates #2 with him later in his schedule. He glanced at Viggo periodically and noticed the man squirmed a bit in his seat. He bent over, “What is it?”

Viggo pointed, “I don’t know... his voice... his face... he reminds me so much of you it’s almost creepy.” He turned to look at Orlando’s stone face.

“You got something to confess turtle dove?” he whispered caressing Orlando’s neck, “Cuz’ I’d sure like to ask that little hot blacksmith if he takes it in the ass... does he?”

Orlando lifted an eyebrow and leaned close to Viggo’s ear, “Little Willie is a virgin, and if he saw you, he would crawl on his knees and beg you to fuck him in the arse. I speak of experience here - I know he’d love it...” Orlando felt himself harden and a quick glance around the seats told him not many had chosen to visit the theatre at this time of day.

“Suck my dick, little dirty blacksmith,” Viggo whispered, pressing Orlando’s face to his exposed crotch with an unexpected force, catching the young man by surprise. Soon cock and Viggo’s strong musky flavour filled his mouth and senses. He hadn’t had the pleasure of sucking Viggo yet, so he closed his eyes and felt Viggo’s fingers thread through his short curls as he meticulously licked the long shaft that slowly fucked his mouth. He sensed Viggo in his mind and wondered what he was searching for. The answer came quickly as he felt one of Viggo’s hands leave his hair to firstly, open his pants and secondly, push past the waistband of his underwear. Expectantly, he anticipated a finger sliding inside his socket, and Viggo didn’t disappoint him. It was maddening erotic doing this publicly and he was so aroused but couldn’t get any friction in the stupid theatre seat. Before he knew it, Viggo exploded in his mouth. Orlando did the best he could; swallowing what came and thought he managed not to soil Viggo’s pants. He lifted his head to watch, and realised Viggo was staring at the screen. Orlando looked at the screen and figured out, what the sudden impact had been making Viggo come so forcefully. It was the very slashy scene with him gagged and fondled by Barabossa’s crew. He smiled, while licking his lips. He fished out Viggo’s finger from his arse. His eyes bulged when Viggo slowly licked the finger.

“You didn’t just do what I saw you did?”

Viggo grinned, “Never been rimmed?”

Orlando’s eyes flinched, but there was no point in denying. Viggo would figure it out anyway.

“No I haven’t... neither had it done or done it either.”

“We’d better change that, baby - there’s nothing like a thorough wriggling tongue stuck up your horny ass!”

“Don’t get near my bum with that tongue of yours.”

Viggo looked like he had a ball. “But you don’t mind my huge cock ramming into you all night...?”

Orlando focused on his own tormented features on the screen and quietly said, “It’s different.”

“You’re behaving deliciously English now, Orlando Bloom.” Viggo leaned over and put his hand on Orlando’s desire. Then he unzipped slowly and bent. Short after Orlando had his mind blasted away, coming hard. He groaned as low as he dared, but he had to plant his teeth painfully in his knuckles to stifle the moans. Then he shot out of his seat. They were home less than twenty minutes later.

TBC...

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