FIC: $100.000 5/5 V/O NC-17
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vigorliTitle: $100,000 © 2006 by Myr Juhl
Part: 1/5
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan; Billy Boyd
*** 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.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
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A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 5
by Myr
Orlando’s mind was a blur afterwards. The rimming had been awesome. But Viggo seemed different towards him somehow. He was so attentive it made Orlando feel sad. It was as if he had to look at him, touch him and feel him as if he didn’t want to forget him.
Orlando swallowed thickly. “You’re not ditching me, are you? You’re not getting tired of me already, are you?”
Viggo’s face turned so soft it nearly broke Orlando’s heart. His pulse was racing in fear of his lover’s answer.
“Orlando... you are the most precious thing in my life. I’m never letting you go. I would never ditch your unique soul. It’s not in my nature,” he said, gathering Orlando’s slim body in his arms and pressed his lips to Orlando’s face, licking the salt off his cheek. Orlando noticed that it stung his skin a little.
~*~
Dominic sat across from Viggo and Orlando in a cosy Taverna. He’d done that for a few hours by now. Billy sat next to him smiling and being his usual naughty charming self. Billy made him feel less anxious, so he was glad he’d thought the obvious and invited him down here. After a few days without Orlando, he had gotten lonely, the second Billy hugged him hard and enthusiastically at his arrival, Dom’s uneasy stomach seemed to settle a bit. He was worrying himself sick over Orlando’s amorous endeavour, and having Billy around was the best idea he could have thought of. Orlando and Viggo had been invited for a drink in town, and as they liked to check on seeing how their mate was doing, they agreed of course.
Billy had been just as sceptic as Dom, when he heard what Orlando had gotten himself into. In addition, seeing the two lovers was quite a mouthful. They seemed to adore each other. No question about it, but whereas Viggo seemed to glow, Orlando seemed exhausted. Happy but exhausted.
Viggo rested his arm across Orlando’s shoulder on the sofa. He looked possessive and Orlando seemed to like it. He rested his neck against Viggo’s arm and more often; their faces were close in intimate conversation. Orlando could hardly keep his eyes from looking at Viggo’s mouth. Obviously, he longed to kiss him only refraining from it being in a public place.
Viggo constantly touched their friend. It was rather fascinating seeing Orlando like this. Billy thought that the young Brit had been different in NZ. He had known he was gay already on the plane to NZ. There had been a fucking hot male flight attendant he’d stared at helplessly. Until Billy had demonstratively wiped non-existing drool from his mouth. Orlando had turned crimson. All Billy said was softly pointing out, “You’d be a nice couple.”
In NZ though, Orlando had kept his sexual references to himself. He’d never indulged in the gay-gossip bound to happen on an almost-all male cast. Billy hadn’t seen him flirt with anyone, and didn’t even hear gossip about anyone dating Orlando. All they knew was that his supposed girlfriend broke up with him during filming. That was it and Billy doubted Orlando had even had sex with this girl at all. He only saw Orlando look at Craig from time to time although not in a sexual way. Billy thought that maybe Orlando just found Craig handsome. He shrugged. What did he know really? Apparently nothing, but he’d never assumed Orlando would have fallen for this guy. He was so creepy in an all brainwash-type-of-dominant-boyfriend kind of way. Just like Dom had said, but for Orlando’s sake, he would play nice.
Suddenly Viggo said, “Would you like to join us at my place for dinner?”
Caught off guard, the two hobbits nodded. Soon, they were all seated in Viggo’s car, heading for the mansion. Orlando wasn’t bouncing with joy, as Bill would have expected, although it was clear he thought it was exciting.
/Fuck!/ Billy cringed, /Why are you with this guy? You’re not yourself./ According to Dom, tomorrow was the deadline of the seven days, and he was afraid Orlando wouldn’t come with them. He was too much in love.
Billy caught Viggo’s eyes in the back rear mirror. /You look like a demon, mate,/ Billy thought uncomfortably.
/I have my moments, Boyd,/ Billy heard Viggo voice in his brain and from that moment, he feared for Orlando Bloom’s life.
~*~
Thrusting harder into Orlando’s unbelievably tight channel, despite how many times Viggo had fucked him during this week, he increased the power and speed. Orlando was barely conscious and he knew it, but suddenly the boy seemed to surface, moaning louder every minute.
Orlando was in pain. A lot of pain. His teeth hurt and he had chest pains. When Viggo grabbed his hair, he couldn’t stand it and then something popped inside of him. He couldn’t breathe.
“I CAN’T BREATHE... I can’t... YOU’RE HURTING ME!...oohhh... Gods...stop!”
The past two days, Orlando had hardly spent any seed when he came. It was as if he couldn’t produce semen quick enough, on the other hand, Viggo seemed to have increased his load of cum to unnatural amounts.
So close to glorious orgasm, Orlando’s whole body suddenly convulsed in shudders and he threw up. He screamed because his nose felt like exploding in excruciating pain. His scalp itched unbearably and Viggo’s hands holding his hips in place, was almost scorching on his skin. Their united orgasms were still coursing through their bodies as Orlando panting heavily, fell on his stomach in his own fluids on the bed.
Saddened, Viggo just stared at his blood-covered face a few seconds then he gathered the young man in his arms and took him for a shower. No point in calling a doctor. Soon, it would be too late anyway. But still, it pained him, Orlando reacted physically this way.
Orlando gasped, “How... how is my nose? Is it still there? Oh Viggo, what happened, and don’t tell me this is something I wanted?”
Viggo only mumbled, “You’re fine. Your nose is fine. I think through our connection, we’ve hit something primal. We should take a pause and see what happens.”
Orlando nodded, feeling drained as Viggo cleaned his body. Tired. So tired. Then he was scooped into the arms of his beloved and put to bed. Instantly he fell asleep. Viggo stood watching the features of the young man. The signs were there and he picked up the house phone ordering to have all mirrors in the house removed to the loft for the time being. Then he went to sleep by Orlando’s side.
~*~
Billy and Dom sat outside admiring the view. They had their own guesthouse on the other side of the mansion, and both felt they had been shoved out of the way. Billy was pretty sure he heard the couple a few times during the night. It had sounded close to being animalistic.
Now they sat waiting for Orlando to come and join them, telling them he was all right, and that it was just the way sex was between him and Viggo. When Orlando finally turned up, Dom and Billy had to struggle hard not to drop their utensils in shock. Billy schooled his face and sent Orlando a cheeky grin, when his friend slowly approached and sat down wincing. Dom was so close to tears, but he didn’t give a fuck if Orlando saw it.
Orlando’s skin was sallow and unhealthy. He put his hand on Orlando’s cheek. It felt like parchment. His hair was partially grey and he had too many wrinkles around his eyes. His mouth had hard lines.
“Orli... what the fuck happened to you last night? You’re... you’re...” Dom didn’t know what to say and stifled a sob. Orlando turned his sweet face towards his friends, and Billy could tell that Orlando had no idea what he looked like this morning.
“What do you mean?” Then he mumbled, “Were we too loud? I'm so sorry. He really brings the beast up in me. It’s like I’m giving everything I have. I’m so drained after sex...”
“What?” Billy finally whispered in shock, “Orli...he... he’s a parasite. He’s feeding on your youth.”
Orlando looked confused. “What are you talking about? He’s not...” He laughed nervously, but it died quickly, looking back at the worried twin stare.
Billy got to his feet and gently grabbed Orlando’s hand and took him to his room. Looking everywhere for a mirror, he managed to find Orlando’s shaver case from the toilet cabinet. Apparently, Viggo had missed that one. Bingo. There was a little mirror inside. He gave it to Orlando.
“Look.”
Orlando moaned aloud. Scary sounds escaped him; impossible to curb. He was shocked and nausea washed over him, making him turn around and empty an already empty stomach. He washed his hands, not even able to look at how odd they seemed and felt. His thoughts were racing, /Oh gods... Viggo...you’re a parasite. A fucking parasite... and you’re draining me on purpose./ He grabbed the sink for purchase and found Billy’s arms around his waist to support him.
“Why did I not see this? I love him, Billy... I thought he loved me... I love him...”
Billy cried along with him. This was so horrible. “I’m positive he loves you too, Orlando. How could he not? You give him everything and eventually your life. Oh, yeah, you’re precious to him all right.”
Orlando tried to compose himself, but he was so devastated. He pulled free of Billy and washed his face.
He had been so scared waking up, hurting everywhere this morning, but not being able to remember what had happened. Viggo wasn’t in their bed, so he went searching for his friends, happy they were there at least to keep him company. He longed after Viggo like a drug.
“Orlando... we have to get away. Viggo’s been a manipulative bastard from day one, Dom told me," Billy pointed out. "He told me about your conversations. Viggo’ll figure this out. He read my mind yesterday, did you know that?” He paused at Orlando’s facial expression. “Guess, you do know that he can. We have to leave, Orli. Where’s your passport?”
Orlando set into motion and went quietly to a desk, where he’d put it, when he moved into the master bedroom. Nevertheless, the drawer was empty. Viggo had removed it, so there would be no point in searching for it. He knew that now.
“It’s gone,” he sighed, looking at Billy.
“Is there something you can’t live without here? Can you leave everything behind?”
Orlando nodded but thought that his heart would break leaving Viggo behind, but it was either his own life or... whatever the consequences were staying here.
Coming back downstairs to join Dom, they ran into a maid. Orlando looked at her, and only then did it dawn on him that all the staff was very old to the look. He was wondering if they were all old lovers of Viggo’s, who had survived his draining? Would he also have become one of these anonymous employees, if his friends hadn’t pulled him out of his trance-like state of love?
“We would like to go for a walk in the countryside outside the mansion. Open the gate,” he said unkindly. The maid didn’t even blink but went outside with them and let them out.
As they passed her, she said all of a sudden, “Get as far away as possible, Orlando. You, he does not want to keep.”
Orlando just stared at her until Dom pulled his arm and he winced. Then he followed his friends down the road and away from Viggo’s mansion.
As soon as they came to a pay phone, they called for a cab. Finally, they sat in the local police station trying to make themselves understood. When Dom gave his name, the officer in charge seemed to be interested.
“Monaghan?”
Dom nodded and all of a sudden, an envelope was put in front of him. Dom opened it hesitantly and they all gasped when Orlando’s passport fell out.
“Mysteria conclusia,” the officer beamed. Orlando signed for the passport and they went outside.
Orlando looked grimly ahead of him, “He was gonna frame you, Dom, when they found my dead body... I’m sure that’s the reason he’d pull a stunt like that. I can’t believe all the damage he must have done... I feel like I’m 70 years old.”
Billy and Dom didn’t know what to say. Orlando looked frail and exhausted. He could easily pass for 35 years senior his age. They went to the youth hostel they had stayed in during their entire stay, to let him rest. They were getting out of here today and not lingering the remainder of the scheduled holiday. As Orlando slept, Billy and Dom went to get the money that had been kept at the manager's office. But it wasn’t there anymore. Gone. Moreover, the manager sincerely looked like he didn't remember depositing it for Dom. Dom believed him, because his own depositing receipt had also disappeared and he’s kept it on his person at all times.
The next day, they were back in London, and Orlando’s skin had improved to the better, less wrinkled and sallow. However, the grey hair was permanent.
~*~
Orlando went straight back to filming. He had no idea if Ridley believed his feeble lie, when he explained that he had obtained a skin condition on his holiday. However, the betrayal and heartache he didn’t disguise. Only when the camera was on.
Orlando still had a few shots left in his camera that Dom had kept for him during his stay at Viggo’s. He bloody well knew that one of the shots taken, was of Viggo and himself posing for Dom before the horrible adventure moved along. Eventually, he decided to have the film developed and get over Viggo once and for all.
~*~
“Dom?”
Dom mumbled into the receiver, “Mmm... yeah? Orli? Is that you?” He was suddenly wide-awake. Orlando’s voice sounded scared. He dreaded what was wrong.
“Dom... remember the photo you took?
“Of you and Viggo?” Dom guessed instantaneously.
“Yeah - that one.”
“What about it?”
“He’s not there... in the photo. It’s only me grinning like a stupid sheep ready to be fucking sacrificed...” Orlando’s voice trailed off.
“So what does it mean?” Dom asked.
“It means nothing, Dom. Forget it...”
Orlando hung up and the phone fell out of his hand. He grabbed the additions to tomorrow’s scene, but no matter how many times he read it, he couldn’t remember what he had read. He had started very quickly forgetting things. He desperately tried to compensate but it was becoming a problem fast. He had already cancelled everything concerning any other projects, because in his heart he knew his condition was permanent, growing on worse. That this would be his last movie. After that, he would be forgotten. Just another handsome face that once graced the screen for a short period of time. Staring at the photo, he slowly began cutting it into small pieces.
When the filming of ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ had finally ended, Orlando Bloom didn’t even remember ever knowing Viggo Mortensen.
End of Tale May 7th 2004
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Part: 1/5
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan; Billy Boyd
*** 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.
Beta:
bee_ta_babySummary: 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.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 5
by Myr
Orlando’s mind was a blur afterwards. The rimming had been awesome. But Viggo seemed different towards him somehow. He was so attentive it made Orlando feel sad. It was as if he had to look at him, touch him and feel him as if he didn’t want to forget him.
Orlando swallowed thickly. “You’re not ditching me, are you? You’re not getting tired of me already, are you?”
Viggo’s face turned so soft it nearly broke Orlando’s heart. His pulse was racing in fear of his lover’s answer.
“Orlando... you are the most precious thing in my life. I’m never letting you go. I would never ditch your unique soul. It’s not in my nature,” he said, gathering Orlando’s slim body in his arms and pressed his lips to Orlando’s face, licking the salt off his cheek. Orlando noticed that it stung his skin a little.
~*~
Dominic sat across from Viggo and Orlando in a cosy Taverna. He’d done that for a few hours by now. Billy sat next to him smiling and being his usual naughty charming self. Billy made him feel less anxious, so he was glad he’d thought the obvious and invited him down here. After a few days without Orlando, he had gotten lonely, the second Billy hugged him hard and enthusiastically at his arrival, Dom’s uneasy stomach seemed to settle a bit. He was worrying himself sick over Orlando’s amorous endeavour, and having Billy around was the best idea he could have thought of. Orlando and Viggo had been invited for a drink in town, and as they liked to check on seeing how their mate was doing, they agreed of course.
Billy had been just as sceptic as Dom, when he heard what Orlando had gotten himself into. In addition, seeing the two lovers was quite a mouthful. They seemed to adore each other. No question about it, but whereas Viggo seemed to glow, Orlando seemed exhausted. Happy but exhausted.
Viggo rested his arm across Orlando’s shoulder on the sofa. He looked possessive and Orlando seemed to like it. He rested his neck against Viggo’s arm and more often; their faces were close in intimate conversation. Orlando could hardly keep his eyes from looking at Viggo’s mouth. Obviously, he longed to kiss him only refraining from it being in a public place.
Viggo constantly touched their friend. It was rather fascinating seeing Orlando like this. Billy thought that the young Brit had been different in NZ. He had known he was gay already on the plane to NZ. There had been a fucking hot male flight attendant he’d stared at helplessly. Until Billy had demonstratively wiped non-existing drool from his mouth. Orlando had turned crimson. All Billy said was softly pointing out, “You’d be a nice couple.”
In NZ though, Orlando had kept his sexual references to himself. He’d never indulged in the gay-gossip bound to happen on an almost-all male cast. Billy hadn’t seen him flirt with anyone, and didn’t even hear gossip about anyone dating Orlando. All they knew was that his supposed girlfriend broke up with him during filming. That was it and Billy doubted Orlando had even had sex with this girl at all. He only saw Orlando look at Craig from time to time although not in a sexual way. Billy thought that maybe Orlando just found Craig handsome. He shrugged. What did he know really? Apparently nothing, but he’d never assumed Orlando would have fallen for this guy. He was so creepy in an all brainwash-type-of-dominant-boyfriend kind of way. Just like Dom had said, but for Orlando’s sake, he would play nice.
Suddenly Viggo said, “Would you like to join us at my place for dinner?”
Caught off guard, the two hobbits nodded. Soon, they were all seated in Viggo’s car, heading for the mansion. Orlando wasn’t bouncing with joy, as Bill would have expected, although it was clear he thought it was exciting.
/Fuck!/ Billy cringed, /Why are you with this guy? You’re not yourself./ According to Dom, tomorrow was the deadline of the seven days, and he was afraid Orlando wouldn’t come with them. He was too much in love.
Billy caught Viggo’s eyes in the back rear mirror. /You look like a demon, mate,/ Billy thought uncomfortably.
/I have my moments, Boyd,/ Billy heard Viggo voice in his brain and from that moment, he feared for Orlando Bloom’s life.
~*~
Thrusting harder into Orlando’s unbelievably tight channel, despite how many times Viggo had fucked him during this week, he increased the power and speed. Orlando was barely conscious and he knew it, but suddenly the boy seemed to surface, moaning louder every minute.
Orlando was in pain. A lot of pain. His teeth hurt and he had chest pains. When Viggo grabbed his hair, he couldn’t stand it and then something popped inside of him. He couldn’t breathe.
“I CAN’T BREATHE... I can’t... YOU’RE HURTING ME!...oohhh... Gods...stop!”
The past two days, Orlando had hardly spent any seed when he came. It was as if he couldn’t produce semen quick enough, on the other hand, Viggo seemed to have increased his load of cum to unnatural amounts.
So close to glorious orgasm, Orlando’s whole body suddenly convulsed in shudders and he threw up. He screamed because his nose felt like exploding in excruciating pain. His scalp itched unbearably and Viggo’s hands holding his hips in place, was almost scorching on his skin. Their united orgasms were still coursing through their bodies as Orlando panting heavily, fell on his stomach in his own fluids on the bed.
Saddened, Viggo just stared at his blood-covered face a few seconds then he gathered the young man in his arms and took him for a shower. No point in calling a doctor. Soon, it would be too late anyway. But still, it pained him, Orlando reacted physically this way.
Orlando gasped, “How... how is my nose? Is it still there? Oh Viggo, what happened, and don’t tell me this is something I wanted?”
Viggo only mumbled, “You’re fine. Your nose is fine. I think through our connection, we’ve hit something primal. We should take a pause and see what happens.”
Orlando nodded, feeling drained as Viggo cleaned his body. Tired. So tired. Then he was scooped into the arms of his beloved and put to bed. Instantly he fell asleep. Viggo stood watching the features of the young man. The signs were there and he picked up the house phone ordering to have all mirrors in the house removed to the loft for the time being. Then he went to sleep by Orlando’s side.
~*~
Billy and Dom sat outside admiring the view. They had their own guesthouse on the other side of the mansion, and both felt they had been shoved out of the way. Billy was pretty sure he heard the couple a few times during the night. It had sounded close to being animalistic.
Now they sat waiting for Orlando to come and join them, telling them he was all right, and that it was just the way sex was between him and Viggo. When Orlando finally turned up, Dom and Billy had to struggle hard not to drop their utensils in shock. Billy schooled his face and sent Orlando a cheeky grin, when his friend slowly approached and sat down wincing. Dom was so close to tears, but he didn’t give a fuck if Orlando saw it.
Orlando’s skin was sallow and unhealthy. He put his hand on Orlando’s cheek. It felt like parchment. His hair was partially grey and he had too many wrinkles around his eyes. His mouth had hard lines.
“Orli... what the fuck happened to you last night? You’re... you’re...” Dom didn’t know what to say and stifled a sob. Orlando turned his sweet face towards his friends, and Billy could tell that Orlando had no idea what he looked like this morning.
“What do you mean?” Then he mumbled, “Were we too loud? I'm so sorry. He really brings the beast up in me. It’s like I’m giving everything I have. I’m so drained after sex...”
“What?” Billy finally whispered in shock, “Orli...he... he’s a parasite. He’s feeding on your youth.”
Orlando looked confused. “What are you talking about? He’s not...” He laughed nervously, but it died quickly, looking back at the worried twin stare.
Billy got to his feet and gently grabbed Orlando’s hand and took him to his room. Looking everywhere for a mirror, he managed to find Orlando’s shaver case from the toilet cabinet. Apparently, Viggo had missed that one. Bingo. There was a little mirror inside. He gave it to Orlando.
“Look.”
Orlando moaned aloud. Scary sounds escaped him; impossible to curb. He was shocked and nausea washed over him, making him turn around and empty an already empty stomach. He washed his hands, not even able to look at how odd they seemed and felt. His thoughts were racing, /Oh gods... Viggo...you’re a parasite. A fucking parasite... and you’re draining me on purpose./ He grabbed the sink for purchase and found Billy’s arms around his waist to support him.
“Why did I not see this? I love him, Billy... I thought he loved me... I love him...”
Billy cried along with him. This was so horrible. “I’m positive he loves you too, Orlando. How could he not? You give him everything and eventually your life. Oh, yeah, you’re precious to him all right.”
Orlando tried to compose himself, but he was so devastated. He pulled free of Billy and washed his face.
He had been so scared waking up, hurting everywhere this morning, but not being able to remember what had happened. Viggo wasn’t in their bed, so he went searching for his friends, happy they were there at least to keep him company. He longed after Viggo like a drug.
“Orlando... we have to get away. Viggo’s been a manipulative bastard from day one, Dom told me," Billy pointed out. "He told me about your conversations. Viggo’ll figure this out. He read my mind yesterday, did you know that?” He paused at Orlando’s facial expression. “Guess, you do know that he can. We have to leave, Orli. Where’s your passport?”
Orlando set into motion and went quietly to a desk, where he’d put it, when he moved into the master bedroom. Nevertheless, the drawer was empty. Viggo had removed it, so there would be no point in searching for it. He knew that now.
“It’s gone,” he sighed, looking at Billy.
“Is there something you can’t live without here? Can you leave everything behind?”
Orlando nodded but thought that his heart would break leaving Viggo behind, but it was either his own life or... whatever the consequences were staying here.
Coming back downstairs to join Dom, they ran into a maid. Orlando looked at her, and only then did it dawn on him that all the staff was very old to the look. He was wondering if they were all old lovers of Viggo’s, who had survived his draining? Would he also have become one of these anonymous employees, if his friends hadn’t pulled him out of his trance-like state of love?
“We would like to go for a walk in the countryside outside the mansion. Open the gate,” he said unkindly. The maid didn’t even blink but went outside with them and let them out.
As they passed her, she said all of a sudden, “Get as far away as possible, Orlando. You, he does not want to keep.”
Orlando just stared at her until Dom pulled his arm and he winced. Then he followed his friends down the road and away from Viggo’s mansion.
As soon as they came to a pay phone, they called for a cab. Finally, they sat in the local police station trying to make themselves understood. When Dom gave his name, the officer in charge seemed to be interested.
“Monaghan?”
Dom nodded and all of a sudden, an envelope was put in front of him. Dom opened it hesitantly and they all gasped when Orlando’s passport fell out.
“Mysteria conclusia,” the officer beamed. Orlando signed for the passport and they went outside.
Orlando looked grimly ahead of him, “He was gonna frame you, Dom, when they found my dead body... I’m sure that’s the reason he’d pull a stunt like that. I can’t believe all the damage he must have done... I feel like I’m 70 years old.”
Billy and Dom didn’t know what to say. Orlando looked frail and exhausted. He could easily pass for 35 years senior his age. They went to the youth hostel they had stayed in during their entire stay, to let him rest. They were getting out of here today and not lingering the remainder of the scheduled holiday. As Orlando slept, Billy and Dom went to get the money that had been kept at the manager's office. But it wasn’t there anymore. Gone. Moreover, the manager sincerely looked like he didn't remember depositing it for Dom. Dom believed him, because his own depositing receipt had also disappeared and he’s kept it on his person at all times.
The next day, they were back in London, and Orlando’s skin had improved to the better, less wrinkled and sallow. However, the grey hair was permanent.
~*~
Orlando went straight back to filming. He had no idea if Ridley believed his feeble lie, when he explained that he had obtained a skin condition on his holiday. However, the betrayal and heartache he didn’t disguise. Only when the camera was on.
Orlando still had a few shots left in his camera that Dom had kept for him during his stay at Viggo’s. He bloody well knew that one of the shots taken, was of Viggo and himself posing for Dom before the horrible adventure moved along. Eventually, he decided to have the film developed and get over Viggo once and for all.
~*~
“Dom?”
Dom mumbled into the receiver, “Mmm... yeah? Orli? Is that you?” He was suddenly wide-awake. Orlando’s voice sounded scared. He dreaded what was wrong.
“Dom... remember the photo you took?
“Of you and Viggo?” Dom guessed instantaneously.
“Yeah - that one.”
“What about it?”
“He’s not there... in the photo. It’s only me grinning like a stupid sheep ready to be fucking sacrificed...” Orlando’s voice trailed off.
“So what does it mean?” Dom asked.
“It means nothing, Dom. Forget it...”
Orlando hung up and the phone fell out of his hand. He grabbed the additions to tomorrow’s scene, but no matter how many times he read it, he couldn’t remember what he had read. He had started very quickly forgetting things. He desperately tried to compensate but it was becoming a problem fast. He had already cancelled everything concerning any other projects, because in his heart he knew his condition was permanent, growing on worse. That this would be his last movie. After that, he would be forgotten. Just another handsome face that once graced the screen for a short period of time. Staring at the photo, he slowly began cutting it into small pieces.
When the filming of ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ had finally ended, Orlando Bloom didn’t even remember ever knowing Viggo Mortensen.
End of Tale May 7th 2004
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Library for stories only by Bee and Myr: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Box_of_Tales/ or group posts http://www.livejournal.com/users/box_of_tales/
Slash stories dedicated to actor Jared Leto or his movie characters: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JaredLetoSF/
Slash stories dedicated to Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen or his movie characters: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MadsMikkelsenSF/
LJ Community for Brother To Brother Cest (Leto, Farrell & Mikkelsen): http://www.livejournal.com/users/bro_2_bro/
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