FIC: Happy

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Here's another one that I only recently finished after it sat as a WIP for years. As it started turning serious, I had a hard time writing the words I needed. I hope that I've finally found the right ones.

Title:  Happy
Author:  ranmaru
Rating:  NC-17
Summary:  "Our relationship is far too...happy to be normal. Don't you think?"
Discalimer:  Don't know, don't own, just playing.
Beta'd by the lovely lenalove!

“We need to fight more.” Orlando propped his chin on his hand as he watched Viggo.

 

“Hm?” The Dane was sitting on the floor of his livingroom running a tennis ball down the length of his sword. The scene of Gandalf’s lament was the following day and Viggo had yet to find the precise angle and motion he wanted to use as Aragorn sharpened his blade.

 

He paused. There was quite a bit of sexual innuendo in there. He frowned and tilted the sword up a half a centimeter.

 

“Our relationship is far too…happy to be normal. Don’t you think?”

 

“Hm.” Maybe he should be tilting the pommel so the stone, when he finally let himself use one, glided down. He made the change and nodded. Yes, that was better. He imagined the lights glinting off of the blade. Yes.

 

“The benefit of fighting is, of course, the make-up sex.”

 

Viggo blinked and looked up. “What?”

 

Orli’s brown eyes narrowed. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve been saying.”

 

“Well I-“

 

Suddenly the younger man grinned, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the couch cushion. “This is great! We’re fighting!”

 

“We are?” Viggo was pretty sure fighting involved more than this but figured he might as well play along because the word ‘sex’ had been uttered by the lovely man before him and the S-word was not one to bandied about like any other. No, it was revered and respected and action usually followed, which had the artist carefully setting his sword aside. He needed to pay attention now.

 

“Lack of communication is always a source of discontent between lovers,” Orli said, his tone official and a touch haughty.

 

Experience had taught Viggo the truth of that statement but since he’d never had that problem with Orlando he wondered why the Brit sounded so damn serious. Wasn’t this about sex?

 

“You should be attentive and interested when I’m talking.”

 

“I am,” Viggo said, adding a nod for effect. “Very interested.”

 

“Then what was I saying?”

 

“You wanted to have sex.”

 

Orli sighed. “No, I wanted to have Make-up Sex.”

 

“That’s good too.” In fact any kind of sex was great as far as Viggo was concerned as long as it happened in the near future. Like now. He rose to his knees and crawled over between Orlando’s legs, winding his arms around slender hips. “Here or the bedroom?”

 

“We haven’t had a proper fight to have Make-up Sex,” Orli reminded him as he leaned down to suck on Viggo’s neck.

 

“Okay.” Why Orlando was still talking, Viggo had no idea.

 

“Maybe we can fight tomorrow.”

 

“Okay.” Why was it that Orlando never tasted the same twice? Why did his earlobe taste like sugar? Why the hell weren’t they naked yet?

 

“What’s the difference between regular sex and Make-up Sex?” Orli tossed Viggo’s shirt behind the couch. His joined it a second later. The panting man kneeling on the floor gritted his teeth in frustration.

 

“If you don’t shut up and let me fuck you, you’re going to find out right now.”

 

“Yeah?” He wasn’t supposed to look happy about that. Viggo kissed him to keep his mouth busy. Sex was supposed to rob you of your ability to talk. The older man was beginning to wonder if he was losing his touch. He quickly unzipped Orlando’s jeans and with a little help from the Brit got them off, deliriously happy to discover a bobbing erection and not cotton underwear.

 

Giving head had never been something Viggo had thought about much until he’d met Orlando. Not that he hadn’t experimented before, but really it was much more fun to be on the receiving end, he’d always thought. Orli’s cock, so soft and hard and hot and long and perfect, changed his mind instantly. He loved feeling the wrinkled skin stretch smooth under his tongue as Orli’s excitement heightened. Loved the popping sound when he sucked down the head and moved back up, the bump over his lips, though it was usually drowned out by the Brit’s moans. He loved that too.

 

It was the taste that made Viggo weak, pathetically craving the bitter drops on his tongue, thin before, thick after. Sometimes he just concentrated on making Orli leak those crystal beads, using his hands to squeeze each precious sip until Orlando was pleading for relief.

 

The hand on the back of his neck was trembling, the thigh under his own hand was tensed. Viggo pulled away, lunging up to take Orli’s mouth before the Brit could protest, fisting the younger man’s cock and stroking, hard and fast. When Orlando stiffened, Viggo tore his mouth away to catch his release, cries that sounded almost like sobbing echoing through the room and his head and then it was quiet, save for sated panting. Viggo licked his lips and leaned down to make sure Orli was clean. With his tongue.

 

“Christ…” Orli sounded weak and this was immensely pleasing to the older man.

 

“Think you can make it to the bedroom?” Viggo stood up and pushed off his sweats and underwear, kicking them to the side. He grinned down at Orli who was slumped back on the couch, brown eyes slightly unfocused.

 

“Um…no.”

 

“The floor?”

 

The Brit’s head lolled to the side. “Um…”

 

Viggo began to laugh as he leaned down, hands on the back of the couch on either side of Orlando’s head. “Still want to fight and make up?”

 

“You were listening.”

 

“No, I put two and two together.” Somehow he got them situated so he was lying on his back on the couch and Orli was straddling him, hands braced on the older mans’ chest. One tiny adjustment and Viggo’s cock was nestled between soft cheeks and the Brit was looking a bit more awake.

 

“I’d be happier right now if you were able to produce lube,” Orli sighed as he began to rock.

 

“Self-lubricating cock?”

 

“Imagine the possibilities.”

 

Viggo snickered. From the dreamy look on his lover’s face, Orlando was doing enough imagining for the both of them. “How about this?” He sat up, grabbed Orli under the ass, and swung his legs over to place his feet on the floor. “Hold on.”

 

“Oh you’re not going to-“ Orlando became a human monkey, wrapping his arms and legs around Viggo and the other man lunged to his feet. “You cannot blame me if your back goes out.”

 

“How about a hernia?” Viggo grinned at Orli’s horrified look. “I’m kidding. You’re heavy, but I work with horses almost daily. If I can carry a colt, I can carry you.” Viggo shuffled down the hall, silently sending up thanks that the bedroom was close. “Okay, legs down.” He sighed when Orli was standing on his own and shared a rueful look with his lover.

 

“Should I start counting calories?” Orli teased.

 

“Nah, we’ll work it off.” Viggo pushed Orli on the bed, quickly following him down, blanketing him and sucking in a breath as their cocks rubbed together. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

 

“Yeah, do it.” Orli stretched up to nip at Viggo’s neck sending sparks throughout the older man’s body.

 

“Make-up sex,” Viggo panted, grabbing the lube from under his pillow and flicking it open, “always has a tinge of violence to it.” He slicked his fingers and smiled when Orlando raised his legs, hooking his knees over his arms. “Despite apologies and declarations of love, there’s still anger and it makes it so hot.” He carefully watched his lover’s face as he slid two fingers past the tight muscle of Orli’s ass. Orlando gasped, his brown eyes going wide then closing as he arched his neck and whispered for more. “If the fight is really intense, the couple might wonder if this is the end and when they realize it’s not, they fuck as if making up for time they could have been apart.”

 

“’s not the end,” Orli moaned, his hands fisted under his knees.

 

“Not for us. Not for this.” Viggo licked his lips as he gazed down at his fingers moving in and out of his lover’s body, at the hard cock almost resting on Orli’s stomach.

 

“Never.”

 

Viggo didn’t answer. Even in a sex haze he knew not to make a promise of forever. He’d done that once and had his heart ripped out, and it had been partly his own fault. As he slid his cock into Orlando’s heat, he closed his eyes and tried to lose himself in his lover’s body. But despite the spine-melting pleasure, he couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like making love to Orli years in the future. A future he’d be racing ahead to by twenty years while Orli kept his youth for just that much longer.

 

And what it would be like when Orlando stopped seeing him as his lover and opened his eyes to the old man.

 

Despair filled him, clogging his throat and his arms gave out. Orli grunted as the movement pushed Viggo deep. Held up on his forearms, Viggo stared down at the younger man, at smooth, soft skin covering a strong body that was still maturing and growing. Into glazed brown eyes opened wide that held nary a hint of bitterness or weariness.

 

Viggo had been talking about make-up sex and its violence but now all he felt was a desperate need to imprint himself on this young body, in Orlando’s innocent mind, as a reminder that they had been together and loved and fucked and laughed and made memories that Viggo was terrified of losing. For a hysterical moment Viggo wished Orli was a woman, could accept his seed and conceive because a child would be tangible evidence of what they had together.

 

“Viggo?”

 

Orli’s soft voice snapped the older man from his churning thoughts and he shuddered, letting his head hang as he fought to breathe. It was as though he were experiencing an asthma attack and his heart pounded in his ears and chest. Orli wrapped his arms around him and Viggo slid his forearms under his lover’s shoulder blades.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Noth-“ Viggo sucked in a breath, shocked that he was about to cry and trying to stop it from happening.

 

“Vig?” Orli sounded scared and Viggo huffed out a laugh that sounded more like a sob.

 

“Sorry,” he whispered and slowly pulled out and away from Orlando. He sat on the side of the bed, back to his lover, and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. He felt the mattress shift behind him and tensed, anticipating hands on his back but nothing happened.

 

“Did I do something?”

 

Viggo’s heart was pierced by Orlando’s question and the soft, hesitant way in which it was spoken. He dropped his hands and wiped his damp palms on the sheet. “No,” he replied, and had to clear his throat. “No.”

 

“Are you hurt? Carrying me-”

 

“No.” Viggo shifted to pull one knee to the bed and leaned on one hand so he could see Orli. The younger man was curled on his side facing Viggo, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other wrapped around his middle. He looked so incredibly young, so vulnerable. “We’re not…” he squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed before he could meet Orli’s eyes again. “We’re not forever.”

 

The Brit looked confused for a moment then his face slackened in understanding before he rolled over and gave Viggo his back. “I know,” he said, his voice unsteady. “I know that.”

 

“I don’t…I don’t want it to be that way,” Viggo confessed. “I want it so bad…it’s just not for us.”

 

“Why are you saying this now? What…?” Orli hit the bed with his fist. “All I wanted was make-up sex.”

 

Viggo chuckled sadly and curled around behind Orlando’s tensed frame. “I’m sorry.”

 

“Fuck your sorrys.”

 

“Want to fuck me instead?”

 

Orli was quiet for a moment. “No,” he whispered. “Not now.” He touched Viggo’s hand where it rested on his hip, threaded their fingers together and pulled it around him. “You’re emotional breakdown has exhausted me.”

 

Viggo wasn't sure how to respond. The tone was sarcastic but Orli was relaxing back into him and it felt a little like forgiveness. He nuzzled the bristles of his lover’s shorn head and sighed. “No more emotional breakdowns.”

 

“Promise?”

 

“Promise.”

 

They lay there quietly until Orli said, “We need each other right now and maybe we won’t after this is all over or maybe it will last a while afterwards, but right now…” His fingers tightened their grip on Viggo’s. “Right now is where I’m happy. I can’t think about the future. I just want to be Legolas for a while and help Peter realize his dream. And I want to spend whatever time I can with the hobbits and Bean. And I want to have sex with you and love you because it’s…it’s amazing being loved by you. I want to give that back to you for as long as I can. Is that okay?”

 

Viggo nodded, unable to speak. He pressed closer, letting his tears fall onto Orli’s neck. He’d underestimated Orlando, thinking that he didn’t understand because he was so young and naïve when it was himself who was the naïve one. Hiding behind his experience and using it to create a distance to keep his heart safe. Love wasn’t about that. And if Orlando thought what Viggo felt for him now was amazing…it would be nothing compared to the entirety of what Viggo wanted to give him.

 

Later, after they let themselves rest. Later Viggo would wake him with licking kisses and soothing touches. He’d let himself say he’d never stop, that it was forever and he’d make their forever into a collage of memories that Orlando would never forget. Even if Viggo ever did.

 

End

Comments

[laura-iskra.livejournal.com]

you have indeed found the right words!

[roomfor2.livejournal.com]

wow, that was lovely

[simply-rubbish.livejournal.com]

Viggo nodded, unable to speak.

I find myself unable to speak as well. This is brilliant.

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

You caught that? About the mirror pictures? Cool! And they're not so much recently found fics but my sad,languishing and begging to be read or please-finish-me fics! My Muses are fickle, or maybe they have ADD, so I can only hope they continue to be interested in VigOrli and not go off on their usual tangents and have me writing in five different fandoms at once...

[eenoogje.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was heartbreaking intense!

He’d let himself say he’d never stop, that it was forever and he’d make their forever into a collage of memories that Orlando would never forget. Even if Viggo ever did.

Beautiful. It makes me thing of Viggo's book "I forget you for ever"

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

I didn't know he had a book called that. Looked it up on Amazon.com after I saw your comment...$45 for a used copy. I like his work, but... ^_^

[eenoogje.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's ridiculous! On Viggo's own website www.percevalpress.com it's $38,- for a new one. If you are interested in buying his books, they have interesting discounts when there is a sale.

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

I always forget about that! Thanks!!! I have "Recent Forgeries" but I still don't know what to think of it. I even wrote about it. ^_^ I think I need to go book shopping...

[eenoogje.livejournal.com]

I have coincidence of memory and signlanguage , and I am thinking of buying another one, I just can't decide which one ;-)

[sitaray.livejournal.com]

Finding the right words? Damn girl you got it perfect! I wanna sit and cry with Vig, and be understanding like Orli...and it's just wonderful!

[queen-mean-jean.livejournal.com]

My coffee was again tinged with salt thanks to you... in other words.. rare is a fic long or short that can make me cry.. And your did just that.. Lovely lovely story...

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Is it bad that I'm happy that I made you cry? I cried writing it. *waves tissue*

[aflon.livejournal.com]

Your stories are a rare treat. Thank you :)

[invisible-dream.livejournal.com]

I will never tire of reading anything you write. It's official. You're amazing.

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

Oh I've written complete drivel, believe me! Ha ha! But THANK YOU!

[invisible-dream.livejournal.com]

*laughs* oh we ALL have. Trust me.
You're welcome. It's rare I find a writer around here that makes me go "yup, I'll read anything they post."

[lenalove.livejournal.com]

Beautiful, Ranny. I just adored how this seamlessly went from sweet, silly Orli-babbling to deep, meaningful introspection and doubt from Viggo.
*bows to your talent* Brilliant!

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

No bowing! I'm getting a monstrous ego as it is! *grin* Ah, but who beta's my stuff to make it that much better, hmmmm? *points*

[lenalove.livejournal.com]

Don't point at me, missy...I just tidied up a few commas. ;) You did the rest. *points back*

[littlegreenleaf.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's it...you're getting a notebook! I keep a notebook full of my favorite author's works and you are so getting one. This was just wonderful! Thank you so very much and I can hardly wait to see what you have next for us!

*hugs*

[ranmaru.livejournal.com]

*waving 'Go Me' flag* I do the same thing! With the notebooks of my favorite authors. Next? Next has an appearance by Elijah! And the use of a word not many women approve of. Ha ha!

[dreamerswings42.livejournal.com]

Very glad you finished this one! Yes you found the right words! hugs

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"And what it would be like when Orlando stopped seeing him as his lover and opened his eyes to the old man."

and

"He’d underestimated Orlando, thinking that he didn’t understand because he was so young and naïve when it was himself who was the naïve one."

Just sums up the story completely - how fragile each of them is thinking about themselves in the eyes of the other when all they really need to do is share and keep the memories.

Lovely.

[tularia.livejournal.com]

Unbelievably wonderful! I'm feeling completely happy, but also choked up. Intense, my dear, very intense.