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Title: Forgiveness (pt 2 of 2)

Author: Elfin Obsession

Disclaimer: V/O slashiness will most likely ensue. This is a fiction, not for profit. Just a bit of fun. I own no one. I make no claims/assumptions/insinuations about anyone's real life.

Summary: Vig makes a mistake that costs him Orli and the lads try to set it right.  Takes place in Hawaii, because that's where the Dom is!  I dunno...

I hope this lives up to the first part.  I was a bit wonky from my night time meds...EEEE. 

 

"Orli..." He started to protest. "We can’t just fall into bed and fix everything."

Orlando smiled coldly and gave him a shove. "Try me."

He caught himself and scrambled towards the doors before Orlando pushed him through them, too. The young man was now actually stalking after him and softly ordering him in a commanding voice directions that led him towards the bedroom Orli was using. His brown eyes were narrowed and dangerous looking. He didn’t think he’d ever seen him look so lethal.

Orlando stopped when they reached the edge of the bed and fitted his hands to Viggo’s hips, drawing him flush against him as he kissed him hotly, sucking at his tongue until the older man swayed and moaned softly. Vig’s hands rested against his chest, trapped between them as he’d tried in vain to keep some sort of distance between them. But, years of bow work and sword training had made Orlando’s arms like whipcord steel and he easily kept him captive by sliding his hands up his back. "Why are you fighting this?"

"Because, it’s insane?" He leaned his forehead against Orli’s shoulder. When did it become broader then his own?

"Vig, look at me." He waited for the older man’s soft blue eyes to raise and meet his. "The only insane part about any of this is that we are still in love and we aren’t together."

"Your career..."

"Doesn’t matter. Nothing fucking matters without you. Besides, Rupert Everett still gets work, straight work even. I’m British, we can get away with things you yanks can’t."

Vig rolled his eyes. "My career then."

"Face it love, you are a hippie weirdo. You scared the nice Hollywood people when you started publically dating your horse."

Vig slipped his hands up Orli’s broad shoulders and circled his neck, as soon as he felt the younger man’s grip loosen, obviously ready to let him speak his piece. He dug his fingers into Orli’s hair as he kissed him, laughing at the same time. "I’m not winning this argument, am I?"

"Just tell me T.J.’s a better kisser and I’ll let you go."

Vig grinned, in his deep set way, the one that said ‘fuck you’.

Orli slipped a knee between Vig’s legs and gently guided him back onto the bed, covering him with his body as he kissed his neck and ear, whispering. "I love you Viggo Peter Mortensen."

Vig gazed up at him, running his hands lovingly up and down Orlando’s impossibly long, beautifully veined, tight sword hewn muscular arms. "I’d say I love you back but, you have too many damn names."

"Fuck you Mortensen." He smiled down at him and gently ground his hip into him. He narrowed his brow. "Tell me Ranger, did you bring the sword of Kings with you?"

Viggo smiled his crooked "knowing smile", one far different then his "fuck you" smile. "You’re the expert blacksmith, you tell me."

Orlando reached down between them and stroked his Ranger boldly through his jeans. "I might be able to forge this into something of worth."

"None of that Pirate rapier crap for me, I want a real sword."

Orlando slid down to kiss Viggo’s chest. "As you wish, Ranger." Slowly he worshiped Viggo’s taut body with his mouth and tongue. Laving the tight skin that skimmed over sinuous muscle. Vig’s hands were still playing his thick damp hair, forming it into messy curls. When he reached Vig’s belly he began to nip and tug with his teeth, trying to draw even the smallest roll of skin to tease between his front teeth and make the older man moan and buck his hips. His long elegant fingers were busied making firm rosebuds of Vig’s nipples, rolling, pinching and pulling them.

The older man becoming lost in a symphony of soft erotic sounds, somehow he managed to growl from the back of his throat. "Lower, Oh God, lower."

Orli gazed up at him through his lush lashes. "Only to relieve the tension, you are still going to fuck me, Ranger."

Vig rolled his hips. "Please, Orlando, no games...I’m too wound up. I could cum just from your teeth at my belly."

Orli nipped him again on the soft skin just above his belly button, then slid lower, his long arms still enabling him to tease Vig’s sweet nipples. He paused long enough to lick his finger tips before returning them to the hard buds, causing the older man to gasp. He smiled up at him for a moment, noting that Vig was removing his hands from Orli’s hair to prop himself up on his elbows.

"I need to watch."

"Perv! Don’t worry, I have a show planned." He tossed his hair back then slightly turned his face as he took the top corner of Vig’s jeans between his teeth and began to wiggle it until the button slipped free, then smiled up at him, noting that Vig was watching half lidded. "501's! Good, I hate zippers!" He felt the sharp intake of Vig’s breath as he continued to slowly wriggle each button free, ‘accidently’ nuzzling him now and again. He used his nose to spread the plackets apart once the button’s were free, carefully bouncing back about 8 inches to avoid taking the full force of Viggo’s freed penis in the face. "Fucking bohemian, you still don’t wear underwear? I thought you promised Henry?"

"Not on a long plane ride! They chafe!" He was laughing again. He’d missed how Orli could go from sexy to funny to breathtaking in the blink of an eye. He raised a brow, trying to look serious. "Was that the show?"

Orli flashed him a smile, then hooked his fingers in Vig’s belt loops. "Hips, up!" He leaned in for another playful belly nip. Vig wailed mournfully as he took his time, complying by rolling one hip, then the other, as his jeans were deftly whisked away, tossed carelessly to the floor. After tracing Vig’s hip bones reverently with his soft lips he sat quietly back on his knees, almost awestruck as he worshiped every visible inch of Vig’s pale flesh with his eyes. Memorizing every sacred scar and mark. "It’s been so long." He reached out to trace the soft fur that covered Vig’s belly. "I miss my face against you, here. They way you would hold me after you made love to me, talking in that low sexy purr of yours until you lulled me to sleep. I was home." He leaned down and covered his soft belly in kisses, not expecting an answer. He knew the Orlando he had been then was a child. He kissed lower, tracing first one side then the other of the firm "V" made by Vig’s lower abdomen, he could feel him gasping softly. Slipping a little lower and nudging his legs apart by rubbing his lightly bearded face against Vig’s sensitive thigh’s. he made them quiver. He nibbled at the soft flesh joining his hips and thighs, then gently took Vig’s balls in his hand as he lavished his tongue along his length, causing the older man to swear. Naughtily, he worked the tip of his tongue against Vig’s copiously dripping slit, purring slightly. "My Ranger always is wet for his Elf. Tell me, do other’s make you drip so?"

Viggo gazed at him smokey eyes, letting a calming breath ease through him. "You know it's only for you, my glorious elf."

Orlando smiled even as he engulfed the older man into the warm recesses of his mouth, teasing his length with his tongue and sucking on the up stroke, he alternated slow hard suction with gentle swipes of his tongue against his slit and the soft underside of his head. When he felt Vig ease back into the pillows and reach for his hair again to guide him, trying to get him to bob his head faster he relaxed his throat, and began to hum soft and low, sucking hard and surrounding him in vibrations, trilling his tongue against his throbbing flesh. Gently, he rolled his balls feeling them tighten, so he slipped one finger just behind them to tease the sensitive hidden space. Vig thrashed against the pillow, calling his name as he filled his throat. Orli swallowed hard then pulled back a bit so he could use one hand to milk him. Sucking him until every last spasm in his body subsided. When he finally released him Vig was laying with his eyes nearly closed, quietly whispering Orlando’s name.

"Are you okay, Ranger?"

"Mmm...why did I send you away again?"

Orlando stretched out beside him to run his fingers through the fur on his belly and pouted. "Because you love your sword hand more then your Elfboy?"

Vig tipped his chin into a slow deep exploratory kiss, savoring his taste, his scent, the very feel of him against his lips. Orli’s soft beard mingling with his moustache "Have I told you how incredible you look? You’ve grown into this strong, self possessed man."

Orlando sighed. "Whereas before I was a child."

"No, lover. I never saw you as a child. I know I called you lad and I know there was the age difference, but I always saw the Elf in your eyes. Your soul is ageless, my sweet paramour."

"Paramour?"

"Mmm...Kings have paramours."

"Paramour. I like that."

"It beats rent boy."

Orlando pulled at the soft hair on his stomach, making him squeak softly before nuzzling closer. "What’s my sexiest feature, Ranger."

Vig turned his face to study him. "The obvious answer would be those expressive eyes of yours. But, I adore your arms. The long roping muscles and gentle hidden strength. I love how you can enfold all the Hobbits at once or in a quiet reflective moment you can wrap them around your waist and hug yourself. Most of all, I love the way you hold me with them."

Orli kissed him tenderly. "I love your grin. They way it can say so many things merely by the way you curve your lips or hold your eyes. You even used to have a special ‘melt the Elfboy smile’ reserved just for me."

"Mmm...was it something like this?" He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at Orli with his most smoldering look, letting his smile slowly drift across his face like he could eat him whole with ice cream.

Orli sighed back into the pillow. "That’s the one."

"Does that mean I get my wicked way with you?"

"Seems to me the first words out of my mouth were along those lines."

Vig devoured him with his eyes as his grin spread even wider.

Orlando made a soft sensual noise from deep inside. "I remembered wrong, that is the one."

"You’re still wearing jeans Elfboy."

"You could fix that."

"My dentist would kill me, I’ll just use my hands if that’s okay." Orli twisted his hips and let Vig slide down both his jeans and his favorite smiley face Joe Boxer underwear with the tongue over his cock. Vig couldn’t help but laugh.

"Well. You weren’t around to lick me, I needed a new friend." He tried to pout cutely.

Vig smiled as he leaned in to wrap his tongue around Orli’s cock, giving him a hot and nasty lick.

Orli squirmed and lifted his hips from the bed, his voice deep. "As much as I adore that wicked tongue, I need your cock Viggo, I need to feel you fuck me into the mattress. I need to feel you against my skin, deep within my pores. I need to be part of you again."

Viggo left the bed and walked to his own room, coming back with a condom and lube. "Help me?" He sat back on the bed and Orli leaned over, sucking him back to painfully sensitive hardness, then helped him slip the condom on and covered it generously in lube.

"I think I’ll be okay, if you go slow at first."

"It’s been too long."

"Please. I need you. I’ve waited long enough."

Gently, Vig laid him back and slid between his muscular legs. Orli was watching him with sloe eyes, his lips lightly parted, inviting him for a kiss. He tried to lessen the pain by invading his sweet lips with his tongue as he nudged past his tight ring. Orli’s legs were already hooked high around his hips as he pressed inside. Orli stroked his tongue as a soft noise of discomfort escaped him. He stopped for a moment only to discover that Orli had other plans. His muscular body moving in a sinuous rhythm against Vig’s own tensed frame. Drawing him deeper and deeper into flame. Orli unwound his legs from Vig’s waist and began to stroke the back of his thighs, trying to twine them together. Their sweat slickened torsos sliding together in an erotic dance as they nipped and kissed each other. Viggo slid his hands down to grasp Orlando’s buttocks as he slammed into him as forcefully as he could, using his knees for leverage. Orli stroked Vig’s back and murmured words of encouragement until they both tightened and released in a rush, calling each other’s names again and again.

In the afterglow, Viggo moved away, onto his back and held Orli close, his hand automatically wandering to the knot of scar tissue in Orlando’s back and stroking it gently. Quietly, he whispered, "I love you Orlando, I never stopped."

"I know, my beautiful Ranger."

Vig reached for the covers and snuggled with him beneath them. Never imagining that they would wake up buried under three drunken Hobbits with the wonderful smell of one of Sean’s sinful breakfasts wafting through the house.

Dom was pressed against Orli’s back holding him tight and so Orli whispered. "Thank you."

Dom just kissed his neck and whispered back. "Lij’s hand is on my butt!"

Orli stifled a giggle, not wanting to wake the others. Still, wondering how long they would give him for throttling hobbits.

Comments

[bubble-babs.livejournal.com]

Aww that was fantastic! You had me weeping with the first part. How stupid can people be?? Unbelievable! And you describe the new Orli so perfect! And now this wonderful 2nd part and the hot make-up-sex!
Thanks a lot, that was perfect for my day :D
*huggles*

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Eeep! No crying in uhm... basebaseball! *hands you tissues*

New Orli is going to be fun. (No, I'm not obsessed)

*huggles back* I'm glad we could help!