All or Nothing

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 Title: All Or Nothing
Pairing: Vig/Orli
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando wants all or nothing...
A/N: Written for artemisallen who wanted a first time NZ fic, at the found_my_keysfic exchange. Want to say a huge thanks to my beta Gaiaa, who did a fantastic job in helping me out!

Orlando stood quietly away from the hustle and bustle of the set, eyes closed, leaning against a tree during a short break in filming. It was freezing cold out today and Orlando was concentrating hard, trying to maintain the elven "cool." He did not feel the cold, he wasn't freezing, his knees weren't knocking together, and he was as light as a feather.

"Hey, elf-boy…you look like you could do with some warming up.."

Shocked by the sudden voice, Orli's eyes popped open, his mantra stopping mid flow, confusion seeping into his brain when he didn't see anyone in front of him. Only when Viggo's arms slipped around his waist did he realise that Viggo stood behind him. Orlando sighed and relaxed into Viggo's embrace, his back pressed against Viggo's chest, momentarily enjoying the warmth coming from the older man, and he wished it could be like this all the time between the two of them. They were silent but Orlando was wondering where this sudden shift in affection from Viggo had come from. No more teasing, no more mind crushing head-butts, Viggo was very serious around Orlando all of a sudden. His thoughts were interrupted by PJ, calling for them to be back on set. Both men parted from each other reluctantly, Viggo smiling ever so slightly at Orlando as they trudged back to face more Orcs together.
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"Orlando…"

Orlando was startled from his daydream upon hearing Viggo calling his name and sighed softly, almost shaking his head at the memory. He had thought that things were finally taking off between the two of them the day that Viggo had approached him during filming almost a month ago. But Viggo hadn't taken anything further than a few lingering touches, longing looks and brief hugs here and there and Orlando was beginning to tire of it.
It was evening, a long day of shooting behind the cast of Rings, the elf and the King the last two in the make-up trailer as they often were. As they both had a day off from filming the next day, they were enjoying a lazy beer, the day slowly fading into night, neither in any rush to leave the other's company. Viggo was watching Orlando through the mirror as his make-up artist removed the last dregs of Aragorn from his face.
"Okay, Viggo, all done." Viggo turned his attention away from Orlando and smiled gratefully at his make-up artist, bidding him farewell as he walked out of the trailer, leaving Orlando and Viggo alone.

Orlando, already de-elfed, looked up from his position on the small couch pushed against the wall of the make-up trailer, his eyes reluctantly meeting Viggo's as he finished reading a line on his script.

"What?"

"What's up with you today? You've been so quiet; your head has been in that script all day."

Orlando frowned slightly. "Just because I'm sitting still for a change doesn't mean there's anything wrong, Vig."

But Orlando wasn't being entirely truthful. He felt on edge, like he was waiting for something to happen and he knew something would happen. They had been in this position more and more just recently: Orlando quiet and apparently moody to Viggo, and Viggo wanting to know what was wrong with the young man.

Viggo swivelled in the make-up chair to face Orlando. "Orlando, you've been avoiding me again today, every time we had a break you'd suddenly disappear…"
Orlando sighed and closed his script, looking away from Viggo as he thought back over the day. Yes, he had been avoiding Viggo, but it was only because he couldn't handle a repeat performance of some of the things that had been going on during their breaks in filming.

"Why are we having this conversation again, Viggo?"

Viggo said nothing and continued to stare at the younger man until Orlando looked away and picked up his script again.

Viggo seemed to accept that Orlando wasn't going to talk to him for the time being and left him to his thoughts. A few moments later, Viggo heard Orlando sigh loudly but chose to ignore it.

Placing his feet on the floor, Orlando stood and moved past Viggo, heading towards the make-up counter to collect his bag, but was stopped as Viggo's hand grasped his upper arm firmly, turning their bodies to face each other.

"Vig?" Orlando questioned, looking first at Viggo's hand wrapped around his arm, then into Viggo's eyes. He barely registered Viggo's hand sliding upwards towards his shoulder as they stared into each other's eyes, until Viggo's fingers danced over Orlando's shaved skull, threading through some of the longer curls in his Mohawk, his fingers rubbing Orlando's skin lightly. Orlando sighed and twisted his head to the side, his eyes falling shut, arms hanging limply at his sides.

This is exactly what Orlando knew was going to happen, it happened every time they were alone but nothing was ever explained and Viggo never took it any further.

"Why do you keep doing this…?"

Viggo stopped his movements at Orlando's words, simply leaving his fingers at the nape of Orlando's neck.

"Doing what, Orli?" Viggo rasped, taking a step closer.

Orlando was quiet for a long time and Viggo didn't press. Taking a step back Orlando sighed once more and opened his eyes.

"This…I don't know what to call it. You…touching me like this. It’s like it comes out of nowhere."
"You don't want me to?"

"Of course I want you to, Viggo, that's the problem! I want you so badly! You know I do! I've told you! What I don't understand is what's making you do it. Is it just a joke?"
Viggo's eyes looked everywhere but Orlando, his hand falling away from Orli's neck.
He didn't speak for a while, running his hand through his hair, over his face, scratching his beard in frustration.

"You touch people too, Orlando."

Orlando frowned once again and stepped back even further, grabbing his bag and car keys off the counter.

"Not the same way you touch me, Viggo. I don't go around running my fingers through people's hair; I don't slide my arms around people, hugging them as if we were in a relationship, I don't…" He stopped and shook his head, gazing at Viggo who stood still across the floor of the make-up trailer. "…and I don't see you touching anyone else like that apart from me. Viggo, for about the millionth time this past week, why do you touch me like that?" He was almost pleading now, wanting to hear his deepest thoughts and desires come true. "If you're bored or lonely and you need some kind of relief then please don't tease me, Viggo, find someone else to fuck around with because I couldn't handle having a taste of you and never having you again…"

But Viggo was silent, staring at Orlando, the only movement the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out slowly. Orlando stood waiting, but after Viggo had said nothing for a few minutes he turned on his heel and fled the make-up trailer.
Later, Orlando couldn't sleep so he had trudged back downstairs, built a fire and fixed himself a hot cup of tea, both of which now shielding off some of the New Zealand winter chill. He stared off into the dancing flames his mind replaying the events of earlier, his skin still tingling from Viggo's touch as it always did. Orlando was frustrated - what was Viggo playing at? And it wasn't the first time it had happened. Viggo knew his feelings for the older man. Orlando had been honest back at the trailer; he wanted all or nothing.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. He didn't need to open it to know who was standing on the other side -- it was 1:00 a.m. after all -- but he got up and looked through the peep-hole anyway. Pulling the door open, his gaze landed on a very cold looking Viggo dressed only in jeans and a thread-bare tee-shirt covered in paint. He wasn't even wearing any shoes or socks.

"Are you trying to catch your death, you bloody idiot? Get in here…" Orlando grabbed Viggo's arm and tugged him into his house, closing the door.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking and I just had to get over here as soon as possible."
Orlando seemingly ignored what Viggo had said and tugged him through into the living room, shoving him lightly onto the couch, directly in front of the roaring fire, before moving off into the kitchen.

Viggo sat and waited, his mind thinking over everything he wanted to say to Orlando. Was this the right thing to do? Orlando was so much younger than he was, just starting out in the business. It was these thoughts that had kept Viggo from blurting out his true feelings every time he saw Orlando. Wringing his hands nervously, he was grateful when Orlando returned with a hot cup of coffee to distract him. He looked away from Orlando and down into his coffee mug, taking small sips every now and then. Orlando watched Viggo, trying to read his mind.

"So are you going to share what was so important you risked frostbite to get here?"
Orlando smiled slightly, his own heart beating nervously in his chest.

All Viggo's worries flew out his mind when he saw Orlando smile. He could hardly believe that Orlando could still smile at him at all after the way he had been treating him over the past few weeks, all the touching and teasing with no explanation, even after all of Orlando's pleading. He placed his coffee mug on the coffee table in front of him and shifted his body to face Orlando.

"You want to know why I touch you the way I do, Orlando? It's because I love you."
Orlando blinked slowly and sat back against the arm of the couch, his mouth agape for a few moments.

"You…you love me, Vig?"

Viggo sighed and stood, pacing back and forth in front of Orlando. Orlando watched as Viggo paced, waiting for Viggo to speak again.

"Yes, Orli, I love you, I think I have done since Helm's Deep, and at first I thought it was just admiration for you, for your talent and for getting through that grueling shoot without complaining once, but then all of a sudden I found myself wanting to be near you all the time. I know that you're attracted to me, but I honestly understand if your feelings don't run any deeper than that, I mean…you're young and I'm well…not as young as I used to be and…"
Viggo was cut off by Orlando's lips suddenly upon his, a searing kiss that made Viggo's toes curl. Orlando pulled away and smiled at Viggo.

"First of all, you're not old. Secondly, I felt like I should've been the one saying all that to you, Viggo, because that's exactly how I feel. I thought you would think of me as just some puppy with a serious case of hero worship so that's why I never said anything before, but, Viggo, you have to know that…I love you, too. I've loved you for a long time, way before Helm's Deep…"

Viggo sighed and smiled, baring his gappy teeth, and leant his forehead on Orlando's, their arms twined around each other. "I'm so sorry I didn't say anything sooner, Orli…"

Before Orlando could say anything in response, Viggo's lips were pressing down firmly on his. Stunned, Orlando stood rigid, only breaking out of his trance when Viggo placed his palms on the sides of Orli's face, his thumbs rubbing small circles on the soft skin of his cheeks. Orlando responded, sliding his arms around Viggo's back, fisting handfuls of Viggo's tee-shirt as he pressed himself closer, opening his mouth when Viggo's tongue swept over his lips, allowing Viggo's tongue entrance to his mouth. Viggo pulled away, breathless, and leant his forehead on Orlando's again, his hands stroking up and down Orlando's back slowly as they both caught their breath.
No words were spoken, just a silent understanding passing between their gazes before Orlando's lips crashed down onto Viggo's, their tongues now finding each other automatically, both men grasping each other's head, Orlando tugging on Viggo's hair, trying to get him as close as possible. Viggo pulled away, his chest heaving, trying to form some words but failing miserably.

"Bedroom…now…"

Two minutes later they stood in the middle of Orlando's bedroom, both making quick work of each other's clothes, kissing, licking and sucking as they went.
Orlando couldn't help but stare at Viggo's naked body, his pulse quickening at the sight of Viggo's hard cock, and he could hold back no longer. Dropping to his knees he quickly took Viggo into his mouth, pulling a strangled moan from the older man's throat. Orlando sucked and licked Viggo's cock, his right hand feathering over Viggo's balls, his left reaching around to grab Viggo's ass. Viggo threw his head back, his hands resting lightly on Orlando's head, pumping into Orlando's mouth.

Viggo let Orlando carry on for a few moments, before pulling him away and back up to his lips, walking him backwards towards the bed as they kissed. When the back of Orlando's knees hit the mattress, he sat down and scooted back quickly, opening his arms in invitation silently to Viggo.

Viggo was slow in joining his lover, drinking in every inch of Orlando's skin with his eyes before kissing Orlando's ankles lightly, moving up his legs, eyes closed as he kissed every inch of skin he could, his finger tips trailing in their path. Viggo's mouth deliberately missed Orlando's weeping cock and kissed up his smooth chest, licking his way around the sun tattoo, his belly button and his nipples, before coming to rest on top of Orlando, their cocks brushing against each other as they thrust against one another for a few moments.

"Vig, please…"

"Please what, Orli…"

Orlando moaned and arched his back when Viggo's hand suddenly wrapped tightly around his erection, pumping slowly. "I want you to fuck me, Vig…now."

Viggo pulled away and went to his jeans, quickly grabbing the supplies needed before re-joining Orlando on the bed. Orlando watched with lidded eyes as Viggo spread some lube onto his fingers, Orlando spreading his legs in encouragement, and then he felt the wonderful pressure of Viggo's finger at his opening and he sighed, trying to relax his body as much as he could and before he knew it, two of Viggo's fingers were inside of him, curling and hitting his sweet spot, making him scream out loud.

"VIGGO! Please… just… fuck me now!" Orlando grabbed Viggo's head and pulled him up to him, and pulled him up for another blind, hungry kiss. Viggo pulled away and Orlando turned over instinctively, rising up onto his hands and knees. Orli's head dropped down onto the pillow in front of him, as he breathed deeply in anticipation. They moaned in unison as Viggo's cock eased slowly into Orlando. Holding himself inside Orlando's body, Viggo sighed and ran his hands down the scar on Orlando's back before leaning over and kissing what he could of it.
"Move, Vig…"

Viggo complied and started to pump in and out of Orlando's body, leaning over every few moments to kiss the back of Orlando's neck, running his hands over the strong back beneath him and through the few curls left at the back of Orlando's head. He felt Orlando's breathing speed up as he began to quicken his pace.

"Oh..right there, Viggo…yes…"

Viggo could feel himself getting close and reached around to grasp Orlando's cock, pumping in time with his thrusts, now pounding into Orlando's body. Each was moaning the other's name and a moment later Orlando tensed before releasing onto Viggo's hand with a loud moan, and Viggo followed shortly after, spilling into Orlando. They were still for a moment before Viggo pulled out, collapsing onto the bed next to Orlando who now lay flat on his stomach, trying to get his breathing back to normal. They didn't say anything to each other, and Viggo turned to his side, placing his palm gently down onto Orlando's back rubbing in soft circles until they both drifted off to sleep