Boundaries
part 14/20
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: Lostiawen
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Beta : Salix
Summary: Continuing to hold out.
Archive: Mirrormere, VOLA. All others please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: angst! Oh, and a little bit of bondage and D/S.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Author´s Notes:
Okay, I *really* have to apologize for
the long wait. ..but the angst continues. Please don´t
shoot me, the muses wanted it this way.
However, because this chapter is angst-filled, Salix
cracked the whip and said that I really shouldn´t
release it unless I´m prepared to release the next
chapter in a reasonable timeframe.
So, Chapter 15 is in first draft format, and I will
have it ready in a couple of weeks. The plan is
also to be more regular with posting chapters. Thanks to
everyone for your patience. ..angst ain´t really
my schtick, so it´s been tough to write.
*huggles* to Salix to give me the kick in the
butt I needed.
Posted Apr. 24, 2005
The end of the day comes, and it´s pretty joyless. Orli doesn´t say a word to me while we´re in make-up, and once he´s done, he runs over to the Hobbits´ trailer. Knowing him, he´s probably going to drag them out for drinks and dancing. Sean still isn´t talking to me, but the glare he gives me would kill pretty much anyone dead. Guess we all need some space.
I drive home and bury myself in work. It´s the best way to avoid thinking about anything. God, how did we come to this?
No, don´t think about that...concentrate...yeah, this scene would probably flow better if Liv and I did it in Elvish...made a note there. Hmmm, I think Aragorn should be more hesitant in this one with Theoden. He hasn´t quite grown into the role of King.
I forget about the passage of time, and when I finally look up, it´s about 2 in the morning. Shit, I need to get some sleep.
I´m pretty exhausted from today and I pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow. I´m drifting in space, in the comforting darkness...
Everything shifts and I´m now standing on the Lothlorien set in my costume. Wait, no...it´s not a set. The mallorn trees seem to go on infinitely. Cascades of water are spilling from the branches, breaking apart into tiny jewels before they hit the ground.
I hear sweet, high voices singing in welcome, and I turn to see Orlando standing beside me in his full Legolas costume.
I open my mouth to say something, but I´m having trouble forming words. It doesn´t matter, though; Orli takes the initiative by grabbing my hair and yanking my head back.
My knees immediately turn into water, and I sink to the ground moaning. Vines snake out of nowhere, wrapping themselves around my wrists and ankles, yanking me into the air and suspending me above the ground in a spread-eagled position. I struggle as hard as I can, but I´m immobilized. I try to plead with Orli to let me go, but my mouth won´t work.
Orli´s lips turn upward in a slight smile as he runs a hand down the front of my leather jerkin. Without saying a thing, he grabs the material and rips it clean off my body.
I gasp in surprise, and I try to break free, but the vines are too strong. Orli´s clothes just disappear, revealing an erection that would make most porn stars look small.
Oh fuck...there´s no way I could take that. I thrash around like hell, causing Orlando to chuckle. "Your struggles are in vain, human," he says in Legolas´ rich tones.
He spreads my cheeks open and purrs, "You are mine," before he rams his massive cock inside of me. I open my mouth and silently scream...but there´s no pain involved at all, just pure pleasure flooding my system.
I writhe, trying to get away...but I´m helpless... all I can do is take it while he spears me on his throbbing length. I try to protest that I don´t want this, that I just want to make love to my sweet mohawked Elf Boy, but the jolts traveling through me from Orli´s hard thrusts short-circuit all of my thoughts, driving me insane.
With a shudder, I surrender to him, and I find my voice. I beg Orli to fuck me, to take me and use me, sobbing out that I´ll always be his whore...
Suddenly, I´m back in my bed, with my hand wrapped around my softening cock. The sheets have been kicked back, and there´s a sticky mess covering my belly.
Damnit. I can´t even get away from kink in my dreams. I refuse to analyze what that was all about. Get back to business, Viggo, clean up and get some sleep.
Okay, that´s done. Settle down back in bed...don´t think about how good it felt to have Orli give you the fucking of your life...no, don´t think, you stupid bastard...okay, better...falling back asleep again... Orlando snuggles against me, pressing warm lips to my chest. He looks adorable with his unkempt curls tumbling down around his face, and his wide, vulnerable eyes.
I tilt his chin up and claim his mouth with a slow kiss. "I love you," I say.
His expression turns into one of pure anger. "No, you don´t. You have no clue about how to sustain a relationship. Not that you´ve ever had a real one." He laughs bitterly. "You´re the worst thing to ever walk into my life. Hell, even Jemma was better than you were."
"That´s not true!" I protest.
"Piss off, Viggo. You´ve ruined me completely; you´ve ruined Henry´s life completely...In fact, all you do is fuck up things for everyone else. You can´t do anything right. You have no talent, your paintings are shit, and frankly, Peter has finally figured out that you don´t know what the hell you´re doing with Aragorn. This production is going to go down in flames, and it´s all *your* fault."
I scream at him that none of this is true, and I´m abruptly back in my room, covered in a cold sweat. Shit, what a horrible fucking nightmare. What time is it? Great, it´s still early. And now the dog next door is barking... This is going to be a long fucking night.
****
Morning in the Cuntebago is just all around shitty. Orli gets scolded
by Tanya for the dark circles under his bloodshot
eyes. I can tell by the way the light
makes him wince that he´s nursing a hell of a hangover.
Nice to see that I´m not the only one suffering here. I couldn´t get back to sleep at all...and I couldn´t concentrate enough to write or paint. I´m cranky as shit, which doesn´t lead to very charitable thoughts right now.
A little voice in the back of my head starts telling me that I wasn´t being unreasonable when I asked Orli to have some consideration for Henry´s feelings; after all, I´ve given him so much by agreeing to play...and goddamnit, I´m the one who´s in charge outside of the bedroom. I´m the one who soothes his nerves after a bad day...I´m the one who has to remain calm when the shit hits the fan.
Fuck this...he owes *me*. He can drink until he pukes tonight, but I´m not doing a damn thing until I get an apology. I look over at Orli, and even through his headache, he manages to glare balefully at me. I know what he wants; and I´m not giving it to him.
He could even try the puppy dog eyes, but that´s not going to work -- I can out-stubborn anybody. It´s a side effect of having to deal with Exene for ten years.
Julie comes in, walking as if the floor was made of candy glass. "Um, Viggo...Peter wants you on set, is that okay?" she says timidly.
Christ, this shouldn´t be spilling out onto everyone else, especially not the assistants. I give Julie my warmest smile. "Sure. I´ll be right out." I pick up my sword and we stroll out of the Cuntebago.
As soon as we´re outside, I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And I´m sorry that I´ve been so hard to work with for the last couple of days. I have a few things on my mind."
She blushes. "Oh no, you´ve been fantastic as usual, really."
It´s a convenient lie. I´ve been a bastard, but I think only Sean, Karl, or Bernard would tell me that to my face.
I see Peter in the middle of the usual chaos on the set. He spots me easily, and after he approves some drawings from the design team, he comes over and we discuss today´s shots. We have a fight with the Uruks, so Peter gives me a rundown of what he would like to see.
Uh oh. *We* have a fight. Meaning myself, John, and Orli. I´ll definitely have to keep my focus.
Once Peter is done talking to me, I notice that Orli has walked onto the set. I immediately make my way to the coffee pot, wanting to keep as much distance between myself and Orlando.
I can still see Peter talking to Orli, gesturing and showing what he wants Legolas to do. Hope Orli can take it all in...he´s not bouncing around like he normally does when Peter describes an action scene to him. Oh, stop it, Viggo. You will not feel guilty.
Looks like everything´s ready; Peter´s gesturing us to take our marks. I´m surrounded by one pack of stunties, while Orli and John are surrounded by another.
"All right, action!" Peter says.
I swing my sword with all of my strength, barreling my way through wave after wave of Uruk-Hai. They try to overwhelm me, but I can hold my own. I´m about to set up for a close-up stunt when I hear a cry of pain. Oh shit! That was Orli´s voice.
"Cut! We need a medic!" Peter shouts.
I rush over, pushing my way past everyone. Once I´m through, I see that Orli is slumped down on the ground, gripping his head with one hand.
"Shit, I´m sorry, Vig," Sala says. "He went right instead of left, and I clocked him with my sword." He looks extremely uncomfortable, as if he´s afraid that I might go ballistic on him for hurting Orli.
I clap Sala on the shoulder. "Don´t worry about it, accidents happen." I go to Orli´s side, and he hasn´t moved an inch. His eyes are still squeezed shut, and his face is twisted in pain.
Even though I´m still pissed off, I still don´t want to see him getting hurt. "Are you okay?" I murmur. I brush my fingers over his wig. "Let me see..."
Orli abruptly slaps my hand away and snarls, "Fuck off! I *don´t* need babying, especially not from you."
The anger in his voice makes my gut clench, and I feel like he stabbed me with a knife. I glower at him, mad as hell that he should treat me like this.
I´m about to lay into him, but the medic has arrived now, and she pushes me to one side. She examines Orli for obvious signs of injury and then wiggles her hand in front of his face. "How many fingers do you see?"
"Two," he says correctly.
"All right," she says, helping Orli to his feet. "I´m going to take you to make-up, because I want to see if any skin is broken under that wig. But I think you´re otherwise all right."
She tows Orli off the set, and Peter signals that he wants to talk to me. Alone.
Great, just fucking great. I´m pretty sure that I know what Peter has to say. I follow him, and once I´m in his office, he says, "Viggo, most directors won´t allow on-set romances. I´ve always been fine with the fact that you and Orlando are a couple, but I can´t have this production jeopardized by the way you two are carrying on."
I hate being right. "I´ll take care of it, Peter. Are you going to give Orli the same talk?"
Peter nods. "I´ll have an assistant fetch him once the medic´s done with him. "
"Okay, thanks," I reply.
"You´re welcome." After I leave Peter´s office, I find Julie and ask her if I could make a call on her cell. She agrees, and lends me her phone.
I thank her, and then I proceed to locate a spot that´s somewhat private. The last thing I need is a nosy hobbit or crew member eavesdropping on me.
I eventually find a quiet area behind a few trailers, and I punch in Orli´s number once I´m sure the coast is clear.
His voice mail activates with the usual long, babble filled greeting. Okay, Viggo. Keep this short. He doesn´t have any patience for the usual stream of consciousness message. "Hey, Peter´s probably talked to you by now. I think we should meet at the Green Parrot and work this out. I get off at 9pm, and I´ll have a table for us."
There, done. I hope we can work out something reasonable tonight.
***
My heart skips when I see Orli approaching the table, but then I feel that clench in my gut again. I have this niggling dread that this is not going to go well.
Orli must be feeling the same way; he looks pensive, as if he´s afraid that I´m going to bite his head off. He plops down and grabs the beer that´s already waiting for him.
"Thanks," he says, taking a sip from the bottle.
"Figured you needed some Dutch courage," I reply, gulping down some of my beer.
"Oh yeah, you always know what´s best," Orli says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That´s why we´re not talking to each other."
"Fuck! I didn´t ask you here so that we could start arguing again!" I hiss.
Orli doesn´t reply, he just starts picking at the label on his beer. His eyes are lowered, and I see doubt and regret flitting across his face.
"Look," I say carefully, "When...when we started, I didn´t think about the consequences. Can we just go back to the way it was?"
Orli´s face darkens. "There´s no going back, Viggo. You know that."
"Why not?"
"Because I don´t want a repeat of what happened with Jemma. Either you fully embrace what we´re doing, or we end it. I just can´t deal with vanilla lovers any longer."
"You don´t leave me much choice, then...I´m sorry, Orlando," I say, putting my beer down. "I´ll get my things tonight."
"Fine," he says, getting up and leaving. And just like that, it´s all over.
I really hate being right.
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end chapter 14