Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB, OB/others implied

Summary: What exactly are they smuggling?

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: AU, bondage, spanking, domination, sap. 

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: Here's the final chapter.  I revised it a bit from the original post so that Orlando doesn't sound so cunty, but things are still a little underdeveloped, IMHO and I think he still sounds like a bit of a jerk. I'll take care of it in the director's cut.

Posted Dec.  29, 2006

Viggo hated to admit it, but the drive back was actually nice. After they made the decision to go back to Dallas was made, Orlando´s hyperness had disappeared and he sunk into the seat, nibbling on his nails. To fill up the silence, Viggo had turned the radio on and immediately tuned into a Rush Limbaugh show. 

Orlando changed the station as fast as possible. "I hate that wanker," he growled. 

That started a long conversation about politics, and Viggo was pleasantly surprised to find out that he and Orlando agreed on a number of things. Politics bled into talking about the arts, which in turn led into other subjects. Orlando´s brashness disappeared, to be replaced by a warm smile and a friendly attitude. Viggo found his early reticence disappearing, and the miles just seemed to fly by. 

However, he steered clear from any sort of sexual banter. From what Viggo could tell, Orlando was more than willing to sleep with any cute guy who caught his fancy. It didn´t help Viggo that his hormones were reminding him that it had been ages since he had last fucked anyone, playing havoc with his rule of never sleeping with his partners. Of course, his partners weren´t as delectable as Orlando was

Viggo cursed. That line of thought would get him into trouble. He decided to think of something, anything else on the trip back. Once they had reached the city limits, Orlando directed him to a fairly nice area of Dallas. 

They pulled up to the driveway of a large, two story house, and the door popped open to reveal a young, somewhat short brunette man with large blue eyes. 

His face split into a large grin when he spotted Orlando. "Orli! What in fuck are you doing back in town?" 

"´Lij!"  Orlando said before he jumped out of the car and swept the newcomer into a big hug. 

Elijah crinkled his nose. "Jesus...are you allergic to water or something? You fucking reek!" 

"Hey, I´ve been working ever since I came back from the clubs."  He motioned at Viggo to get out. "Elijah Wood, this is Viggo Mortensen, my current business partner and a fantastically sadistic slave driver."

Viggo ignored the jibe. "Nice to meet you, Elijah." 

"You too," Elijah said. He motioned at the two of them to come in. 

The place was a total mess. Clothes littered practically every square inch of the floor and furniture. The only clear space was a small area in front of the wall to wall high definition TV. Well, clear except for the Playstation 3 and an enormous pile of games. 

Once Orlando had closed the door behind him, Elijah said. "So...are you here on business or not?" 

"Business. Viggo here got hired to smuggle something out to the Caymans, but it´s gotten hotter than we´d like."  Orlando opened the pack and produced the DVDs. "I need your help to figure out why this cargo is so important, and I can pay whatever it takes."

Elijah took the discs and headed for the staircase. "Come on up...just be careful of the wiring in the computer room. I was rearranging shit and I haven´t cleaned it up." 

Once upstairs, Viggo saw Elijah disappearing into a room at the end of the hallway. He stopped short when he reached it, baffled by the sheer amount of hardware inside. Cables crisscrossed everywhere, but Elijah was able to squeeze through the gaps. Orlando and Viggo wound up standing in the doorway, because they couldn´t figure out how to get in without knocking something over. 

Elijah had placed a DVD in a drive on one of the computers, and was clicking away on a keyboard. The desktop displayed on the monitor, however, didn´t look at all familiar. 

Viggo leaned over and whispered to Orlando, "What in hell? That´s not Windows." 

Orlando shook his head and replied in a low voice. "I made the mistake of asking Elijah about that. He went on some long rant about how Windows is a fucked up something or other. He never answered my question, either, the cunt." 

"I heard that!"  Elijah said. 

Orlando blew a raspberry. "You love being called a cunt and you know it. Now, what the fuck is on that DVD?" 

"It looks like a source tree." 

Orlando and Viggo were both confused. "I don´t see a tree, or anything resembling a trunk," Orlando said. 

Elijah threw up his hands. "Jesus, Orli! Don´t you know anything?" 

"I know enough to get laid more times in a day than you have in a month," Orlando shot back. 

Noticing that Elijah looked like he was ready to kill Orlando in a painful fashion, Viggo said, "Hey...no need for that. We all have our specialties. Elijah, I´d like to know more, please." 

Viggo´s gentle tone seemed to relax Elijah. "Well...you know that code has to be written for every piece of software, right? Well, it´s usually done by anywhere from one person to hundreds of people. When you have a software project, you need to track changes, in case you fuck something up and you have to backtrack. That´s done by keeping everything in a source tree." 

Viggo replied, "So if someone had taken it..."

Elijah finished Viggo´s sentence. "...that´s the equivalent of stealing blue prints. Most companies keep backups, but someone is smart, they´ll wipe the computer they got this off of and destroy any copies." 

Orlando ran a hand through his curls. "Well, whatever this is, it´s important. Can you determine what this bloody thing does?" 

Elijah said, "Might take me a while. Go make yourselves comfortable downstairs." 

"Oh, and ´Lij? One more thing -- can you contact Robert and see if he can track down who hired some IE guys? I´ll write down some descriptions." 

Elijah handed Orlando a pen and paper. "Any particular reason why you need this info?" 

"Might have something to do with the fact that I don´t take well to people who are willing to blow my brains out to get what they want."  Orlando replied while he was writing. 

Once he was done, he stretched his arms above his head and arched his back. "That reminds me, since you whinged about it so loudly, do you mind if I grab a shower?" 

Elijah waved his hand in the direction of the hallway. "Anything to keep you from stinking up my house. Bathroom´s near the stairs." 

"Aces. Care to join me, Vig?"  Orlando said with a wink. 

Oh no, just when he thought it was settled, Orlando had to bring up the sex thing again. Viggo cleared his throat and said, "I think I´ll just wait downstairs." 

"You sure?"  Orlando leaned up against Viggo and purred, "You know...the door´s a bit busted, so it doesn´t lock properly. And you know...I have to get everything clean..." He ran his finger down Viggo´s chest, looking at him with lust darkened eyes. 

Enough was enough. Viggo grabbed Orlando´s hand and growled, "Stop it." 

"Huh?" 

"Stop this...slut act you have going. I know you´re deeper than you pretend to be, Orlando. When the chips have come down, you´ve improvised brilliantly. And you also think ahead. Why...why are you trying to make me think that you´re an empty-headed pretty boy?" 

Viggo was expecting an argument, or a protest...anything but the expression of deep loathing that crossed Orlando´s face. It was only a momentary thing, but before Viggo could comment, Orlando had resumed his lazy grin. 

"Fine...I´ll have a nice wank without you, Vig."  He sashayed into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. 

Viggo couldn´t believe his eyes. There was *something* that Orlando was hiding. And he wasn´t going to let the conversation end on that unsatisfactory note. He strode over to the bathroom door and yanked it open. "Damnit, Orlando..."

The sight that greeted Viggo caused his tirade to die on his lips. Orlando had taken his shirt off with his back to the door, revealing a long, ugly scar. 

Orlando looked over his shoulder and noticed exactly where Viggo was looking. He grimaced and said, "You must love seeing that." 

"No...what happened?" 

With a sigh, Orlando turned around and sat down on the counter. "Close the door and come in, it´s a long story." 

Viggo shrugged as complied with Orlando´s request. "We have time." 

"Good, because you´re going to be here for a while."  He took a deep breath and began talking. "I ran away from home when I was 15...went to London from Canterbury. But I didn´t know anyone, and I was completely clueless. My money ran out fast, so I tried pinching an old guy´s wallet."

"I assume that didn´t go well." 

A tiny smile touched Orlando´s lips. "That´s putting it mildly. Bernard had a good sense of humor about it, though." 

Viggo was shocked. "Bernard? You can´t mean the same Bernard that trained Sean." 

"One and the same," Orlando said. "He liked me, and took me in. Thing was...I´d be in the room while he struck deals and planned, but all I was supposed to do was rub his shoulders while he was working. Oh, and give him the requisite victory shag after he finished a job." 

"I can´t believe that. You´ve got a good head for the business." 

"Tell Bernard that. I asked him once to teach me and he told me that smuggling was too complicated for me to worry my pretty little head over." 

Viggo winced. "So, what did you do?" 

"I decided to prove to Bernard that I knew what to do. I started paying attention to how he planned his jobs, and how he scoped everything out, plan Bs, everything. Once I had enough under my belt, I decided to prove to Bernard that I knew what to do." 

"And?" 

"Bernard turned down a simple job someone needed a partner to smuggle out some diamonds. It looked easy enough, so I saved the number and made contact. I met the bloke, and he seemed okay, but a bit on the disorganized side. It almost went tits up, but I saved our arses at the last minute." 

Orlando rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath before he continued. "Everything went down smoothly, but once we were clear, my partner whipped out his gun and shot me in the chest; missed my heart by only a centimeter. I pitched backwards off a balcony and fell three stories. I found out later that he had double crossed his previous partner, which is why Bernard turned it down." 

"Holy shit." 

"Yeah...and I got a broken back for my troubles. Bernard was kind enough to pay for my bills, but he gave me a lecture about how I just wasn´t fit for this work, and that all I was good for was to lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. I got so narked that while I was convalescing at Bernard´s, I started shagging anyone who came by on business. And before I knew it...I had my own network of contacts." 

Viggo snorted. "I guess that´s one way to do it. Why the act, though?" 

"Because that´s what those sods expect! They want Orli the Oversexed Party Boy, not Orlando Bloom..."  He stopped in mid sentence and flushed. "Um, sorry, didn´t mean to talk so much. You must think I´m a complete wanker."

"No," Viggo replied. He hadn´t expected Orlando to just bare his soul like that, and now he felt bad for misjudging the other man. He wrapped his arms around Orlando and pulled him close, holding and comforting him. 

Orlando was tense as hell, so Viggo started running his hands in small circles over his back. That lean body was as smooth and soft as he had imagined, and Viggo heard his breathing speed up. His jeans were also getting uncomfortably tight again. Common sense told him that he should break contact, but his hands had a mind of their own, sliding downward to cup that pert little ass. 

The sinful moan that escaped Orlando´s lips killed the last of Viggo´s resistance. He pressed against Orlando, grinding their rock hard erections against each other. 

He cupped Orlando´s face and slammed their lips together, his head spinning when Orlando just melted into his arms, making soft noises that fueled his lust. 

"Safe word?"  he grated out. 

"Gorilla," Orlando said. 

Viggo jerked Orlando´s arms behind his back and scooped the discarded shirt off the floor. He looped it quickly around the slender wrists and then tangled his fingers in Orlando´s hair. 

"You´ve been too fucking mouthy," he growled, shoving Orlando to his knees. He unzipped his fly and groaned in relief when his cock sprung free from its strangling confines. 

Holding his cock, he slapped it against a smooth cheek. "Let´s see you put it to better use." 

Orlando opened without hesitation, and he practically inhaled the entire length of Viggo´s shaft. Viggo groaned and bucked forward, burying himself in that soft, wet mouth. Orlando tensed a little, but then relaxed, letting Viggo slide in even further. 

"Yeah, that´s it...take it all," Viggo growled. His hips snapped forward and Orlando let out a plaintive, muffled cry. "I´m going to fuck your mouth, you little slut." 

Retaining his grip on Orlando´s curls, Viggo began to thrust hard, watching his now shiny cock push between Orlando´s full lips. He groaned, he wasn´t going to last at this rate, and he needed to cool down so that he could have a chance to fuck that tight little ass. 

He let go and said, "Enough." 

Orlando pulled back, keeping his gaze lowered. Viggo could see a damp patch forming on the crotch of his no riders. 

"Mmm, you like that, don´t you? Being used?"  He reached down and traced his fingers around Orlando´s erection, letting his fingers ghost over the hard lump straining against the denim. 

"Yes," Orlando moaned. 

Viggo grabbed Orlando´s hair and yanked his head back. 

"Yes, what?"  he snarled. 

"Yes...sir." 

Satisfied, Viggo yanked Orlando to his feet and spun him around to face the bathroom counter. Since his arms were still bound, Viggo eased him forward, wrapping a steadying arm around Orlando´s chest. Once Orlando´s face was resting on the tile, Viggo noticed that the no-riders were almost sliding off his butt. 

He pulled them down with a swift yank, grinning when he saw that Orli had gone commando. His cock was twitching, and moisture was already beginning to bead at the tip. Viggo ran his finger along the underside of Orlando´s shaft, grinning when he heard a soft moan. 

He draped himself over Orlando and hissed, "You want to be fucked, don´t you?" 

"Yes," Orlando simpered. 

Viggo reached down and began stroking the cleft of Orlando´s ass, biting back a groan when he saw Orlando pushing back. When he spoke again, his voice had lowered to a husky purr. "Yeah...you just need to be filled. Don´t you?" 

Before Orlando could reply, Viggo drew his hand back and slapped his butt. 

Orlando let out a loud squeak, and Viggo hissed out, "Quiet! If Elijah hears us, I´m just going to fucking leave you like this, got it?" 

"Yes, sir," Orlando replied, his body quaking. 

Of course, what he planned on doing to Orlando was pretty damn noisy anyway, but the great thing about being the top was that he didn´t have to be logical. 

He popped open the cabinets, looking for a clean hand towel. When he found one, he folded it under and placed it close to Orlando´s mouth. "You´re going to take 30 whacks from me, and I want you to keep quiet. If you fuck up, I start over. Understood?" 

"Yes, sir," Orlando replied. 

"Good." 

He smacked Orlando´s ass with a blow that was more noise than sting. He was pleased when Orlando twitched, but remained quiet. Viggo continued, alternating sides and gradually building up the force that he was using. Orlando squirmed and buried his face in the towel, but otherwise remained silent. He licked his lips when he saw Orlando´s cheeks turning a beautiful shade of red. 

After whack number thirty, Viggo slid down to his knees. He could feel the heat radiating off Orli´s skin and he couldn´t stop himself from leaning forward and running his tongue over the abused flesh. 

He heard a quiet hiss, and Orlando squirmed, pushing back towards Viggo´s face. Viggo ignored him, and licked every inch of Orlando´s buttocks, purposefully steering wide of the cleft. 

As he ran his tongue over the smooth flesh, Orlando´s squirming became more and more forceful. The small noises he was making turned into choked off moans, and Viggo could tell that it was taking all of Orlando´s willpower to avoid crying out. 

Time to take things up a notch. Without breaking contact with his mouth, he finished stripping Orlando; tossing the jeans, shoes, and socks off to the side. 

Orlando spread his legs wider apart, and pushed towards Viggo´s face. "Please, sir," he whispered. 

Viggo cursed to himself at that moment, because he realized that he didn´t have any lube on him. And he doubted that Elijah had any. 

He needed to find alternatives. Hoping that he would get lucky, he popped the medicine cabinet open and grinned when he saw the big jar of Vaseline on the shelf. He opened it and slicked his cock with a generous amount. Orlando was still wiggling underneath him, rubbing against any part of Viggo that he could get contact with. 

Viggo grabbed Orlando´s hips and positioned himself at his entrance. "Beg for my cock, slut." 

"Please, sir...I need you to fuck me so badly. I want you to feel that huge cock of yours filling me over and over again...pounding into me until..."

Viggo cut off Orlando´s pleas by entering him completely with one hard thrust. Orlando arched up as if he had been struck by lightning and he bit hard into the towel to muffle his scream. 

Viggo bit his lip hard to avoid crying out when he plunged in. Orlando felt so damn good...he was tight as hell, and the heat surrounding him felt like it was scorching his skin. He couldn´t stop himself, and he began slamming forward at a brutal pace. 

Orlando cried out, writhing underneath Viggo. "You like this, don´t you? Having me ram into you over and over again...spread open so that I can see my cock sliding between your cheeks and into your pink hole..."

He received a muted groan in response, and he gripped Orlando harder, mindlessly thrusting until he felt like he was going to burst. His balls slapped against Orlando´s ass, the sound echoing around them. 

On his next thrust, Viggo rolled his hips and he was rewarded with a muffled curse from beneath him. Orlando pushed back and his movements were getting frantic. 

"Please, sir," he begged. Viggo hit his sweet spot again and was rewarded with a muffled whimper. Grinning to himself, he kept hitting the spot, the whorish moans from Orlando´s lips causing his lust to spiral higher and higher. 

He could feel himself getting close when he saw Orlando´s entire body begin to shake. Orlando was dripping like mad, now, leaving a puddle on the floor. 

"Please, sir...I need you to come. I want to feel you filling my hole with your hot spunk..."

Those husky words sent him over the edge. Viggo plunged forward one last time, biting down on Orlando´s shoulder as he came hard, shuddering throughout his entire body. 

His head was still spinning when he pulled out. Orlando was quaking from head to toe, his need for release radiating from every inch of his body. 

Viggo stood up and pulled Orlando flush against his chest. He ran his hand down Orlando´s body, pausing to toy with the thatch of brown curls near his shaft. 

"Please..."  Orlando moaned. "Please sir, let me come."

Viggo turned Orlando´s head and captured his lips with a fierce kiss. At the same time, he wrapped his hand around Orlando´s cock, squeezing and tugging at a rapid pace. 

Every muscle in Orlando´s body tensed up and then he keened into Viggo´s mouth as he climaxed, spraying the wall underneath the medicine cabinet with pearly white strands of liquid. 

Viggo continued to jerk him off through his release, keeping an eye on Orlando´s face so that he could bring him down slowly. When the slim body went limp in his arms, Viggo brought his hand to Orlando´s mouth. 

"Clean your mess," he rasped out. 

Orlando´s tongue darted out, flicking over his fingers. Viggo felt his cock stirring when Orlando sucked his thumb, running his tongue over every inch until it was clean. He reached down and untied Orlando´s wrists, pressing his lips to the slight red marks before he pulled the other man into a long, deep kiss. 

They broke apart when they heard Elijah´s voice. "Hey, Orlando, Viggo...where are you?" 

Viggo laughed and started to pull away, but Orlando clung to him. "Oi, Lij! We´re in here...um, talking." 

"Talking my ass. You´re fucking, aren´t you? Can´t you keep it in your pants for even a few hours?" 

"What, with this sexy beast of a man around here? No way, man!"  Orlando called out. "Just go downstairs and we´ll be down in a tick. I promise to clean up all of the spunk stains." 

"Ew! TMI!" 

After Elijah´s grumbling voice faded out in the distance, Orlando said quietly to Viggo. "I´m sorry, I have to keep up appearances. ´Lij would freak out if I made a heartfelt apology." 

Viggo kissed Orlando with a tenderness that surprised even him. "It´s fine, as long as you stay yourself around me." 

"Deal," Orlando replied with a soft smile. 

***

After they had showered and dressed, they joined Elijah in his living room. 

"How much do you know about encryption software?"  Elijah said. 

Orlando replied, "Um, almost nothing. All I know is that you can set up on-line stores with it to keep people from nicking your credit card number." 

"That´s wussy ass shit," Elijah snorted. "It´s mostly there to just keep people from casually scanning your credit card number, which takes almost no effort. It´s like the difference between just locking your car and locking your car along with a Club. You can cut the Club off if you´re really determined, but it´s so fucking time consuming that most people don´t do it." 

"And this applies how...Lij?"  Orlando said. 

"Real encryption takes farms of computers to crack, and they have to work for a long time. It pisses off governments, but it´s a valuable tool for people living in oppressed countries. That´s how reports of Tiananmen Square made it outside of China -- encrypted messages were e-mailed out and posted before the government could crack it. This source tree here...is for a product that can decode an encrypted message in almost no time flat." 

Viggo was stunned. This was something that would earn a company profits in the billions -- governments would be clamoring to get a hold of it at all costs. And once they got a hold of it...no means of electronic communication would be private. In fact, files on a computer couldn´t be kept private. 

"Fucking bastards!"  Orlando growled. "Once that´s in place, whoever buys it can spy on any poor sod they want, whether or not they´re innocent. How in fuck are people going to tell others about human rights violations if there´s no safe way to do it without the government finding out?" 

Elijah quirked an eyebrow up at Orlando´s outburst but he didn´t make any further comments. "There´s more. A while ago, I heard a rumor that McKellan´s people were working on some major project that would have them set for life. They kept it under tight wraps and I couldn´t get any inroads into the engineer´s systems, so I hacked into Ian´s computer instead." 

Orlando´s eyes bugged out. "You what? Shouldn´t his computer be like super armored against people like you?" 

Elijah grinned. "CEOs think they´re above everyone and security doesn´t apply to them, so their computers tend to be a little bit easier to access. It turns out that they were working on the decryption software, and a bunch of different government big wigs wanted to check it out on neutral territory a few weeks from now. Ian was worried about someone stealing the product in transit, so he asked Karl to arrange for safe transportation." 

Orlando´s eyes lit up. "Which is where Viggo comes in. But what I don´t get is why they´d hand over the source tree thingy. I mean...you don´t give someone your blue prints." 

Elijah shook his head. "I can´t figure it out, either." 

"I´m stumped, man," Orlando said. That crease appeared between his eyebrows and after a few minutes, he asked, "Did you hear anything back from Robert?" 

"Yeah. Turns out that some overdressed business type hired them; went by the name of Sinclair." 

"WHAT?"  Orlando said. "What in fuck???"

Viggo reeled from the news. Why in hell would Karl contract his services and then pay another group to kill him? He thought about it, tossing and discarding many ideasand then it clicked into place. "I think Karl wanted everything for himself." 

"Fuck," Orlando said. His whole body tensed and he dashed upstairs, dragging Elijah with him. Puzzled, Viggo followed after them. Orlando´s mind was in overdrive again, and Viggo was wondering what he had come up with. 

Orlando tossed a surprised Elijah back into his chair and said, "Can you figure out who worked on this project?" 

Elijah nodded, and his fingers danced over the keyboard. "Here, Ian has an org. chart on his system." 

After gazing at it for a few minutes, Orlando said, "Huh? There´s only two chief architects?" 

Elijah said, "I´m not surprised. Coming up with this stuff is majorly hard, so it makes sense that only a couple of people could do this." 

"What happened to them?"  Orlando asked. 

More tapping, and then Elijah said, "Fuck! They´re both dead!" 

Viggo couldn´t keep silent any longer. "Excuse me?" 

"Yeah, one of them quit the company and died in a car crash about a week later. The otherclimbing accident last month." 

"That´s too coincidental," Viggo said. 

"No shite," Orlando replied. "And I think I know what bastard did it. ´Lij, I know that your number is blocked on caller ID. Do you have a speaker phone that I could use?" 

Elijah gestured towards a table. Orlando punched in a number and waited. 

After a few rings, it picked up and Karl´s voice echoed through the room. "Hello?" 

Orlando said casually, "Hello, luv. I´m in town and I thought I´d ring you up. Free for dinner?" 

Karl made a sputtering noise. "Orli! Um, I´m a bit busy now. The old man´s on my arse right now about something important..." He sounded very flustered, and Viggo wondered what Orlando had up his sleeve. 

"Oh, you mean the fact that Ian was unaware that you stole the new decryption software? You probably spread your bribes around, so that instead of Viggo getting a copy of the product, you swapped it for the source tree. I also wouldn´t be surprised if any copies of these files and the backups have oh so conveniently been screwed with so that it´ll be impossible to recreate it." 

Karl sputtered. "I don´t know what you´re talking about." 

Orlando purred, "You talk in your sleep, luv, especially after you´ve tied me up and fucked me to within an inch of my life." 

Elijah let out a indignant squeak, but Orlando ignored him. "Most of the details were mumbled, so it took me until now to finally put it all together. The only stuff I could hear loud and clear was that you embezzled the money to pay for this. So call the bloodhounds off or we tell Ian about your whole scheme." 

"You´re bluffing," Karl said. 

"Try me," Orlando replied in a flinty voice that was devoid of any warmth. "You know, I´ve never been one to object to a little stealingbut I draw the line when you start killing people. So, get off our backs or we give the cops evidence that you had those poor sods rubbed out." 

There was a long pause, and then Karl reluctantly said, "Fine. I´ll make the call." 

Viggo added, "And if anything ´accidentally´ happens to us in the future, they´re going to get an envelope indicting you." 

A stream of curses loud enough to make Elijah flinch erupted out of the speaker phone. 

"My, my, my. Such language, what would your Mum think? Ta, see you in the Caymans," Orlando said breezily before he abruptly ended the call. 

Anger flared in Viggo. "You can´t be fucking serious. We can´t finish this job!" 

Orlando shook his head. "Sure we can. ´Lij, can you whip up a fake product? It doesn´t have to workjust installs and has the same buttons. And I want to keep news of the original under wraps, yeah?" 

Elijah said, "It´ll cost you." 

"Whatever it takes; we´re on a tight timetable and you know I´m good for it. Destroy the originals when you´re done, yeah? Oh, and can you keep an envelope for us?" 

Elijah looked confused. "What envelope?" 

"The envelope I´m going to put together with evidence nailing Karl. Dave owes me a favor, and he can find out who did it. Send it once I give you the all clear from the Caymans, okay?" 

"Um..." Elijah looked at Orli like he had grown a third arm. 

"What?"  Orlando replied. 

"I didn´t think you cared that much, Orli." 

Orlando gave Elijah a bear hug. "Time for that to change, yeah?" 

***

Epilog

Viggo sighed in relief when he pulled up to Miranda´s house. Everything had gone smoothly after their talk with Karl. They got the fake decryption software out to the Caymans, and they received their payment. No more attempts were made on their lives, and the trip back to Dallas was uneventful. As for KarlOrlando had sent the evidence over to the proper authorities in the UK, in an encrypted e-mail. Viggo had snickered at that little piece of poetic justice. 

As for Orlando, he had dropped the fa‡ade as promised, and Viggo was amazed at how warm, loving, and vulnerable Orli was underneath all of that swagger. Viggo was left wishing that their assignment would have lasted longer. 

Still, all good things must come to an end. He turned to Orlando and said, "Thanks for coming back with me." 

Orlando leaned over and pressed his lips briefly to Viggo´s. Even that fleeting contact caused a tingle to spread throughout Viggo´s entire body. "Wouldn´t think of doing otherwise. I like to spend time with you." 

Viggo smiled and got out of the car. It was raining again, but it didn´t bother him. He smirked when he saw Orlando cursing and struggling with an umbrella. 

"Come on."  Viggo grabbed a protesting Orli and hustled him into the house. 

Miranda looked up and said, "Go on in." 

Dom beamed at them when they entered. His color was back, and he looked much more chipper. "Hey Viggo. Who´s your guest?" 

Viggo put his arm around Orlando. "This is Orlando Bloom." 

The juice that Dom was sipping came spewing out. "What??? But you hate his arse, don´t you?" 

"Let me tell you the entire story..." Viggo said. He sat down and related everything that had happened to them since the warehouse. That is, everything except for the copious and frequent sex he had with Orlando after they delivered the cargo. 

Once Viggo was finished, Dom cackled with glee. "So...you gave Karl the shaft, you made the ´Net safe for everyone, and you still got paid!" 

Viggo put the small briefcase on Dominic´s bed. "Here´s your half, with another mill thrown in for hazard pay." 

Dominic´s eyes went wide. "Half? Shouldn´t it be a third?" 

"Vig and I decided that you getting only a third wasn´t fair, so we reduced our take."  What Orlando didn´t add is that after their various expenses and the pay off to Elijah, they only had six million left. Viggo had no idea how to broach the topic of pay, but Orlando had beat him to it, suggesting that they give the remainder to Dom. 

Dom´s mouth open and closed briefly and then he folded them both into a big hug. "He´s a keeper." 

Orlando said, "Thanks man." 

Miranda appeared in the doorway and replied, "All right, visiting hours are over. Shoo! Dominic needs his rest!" 

Laughing, the two men said their goodbyes and returned to the car. The rain was pelting down in sheets now, pouring down on the two of them. Viggo dashed for the car, and was only mildly soaked. Orlando followed shortly behind him with the umbrella. 

While they were belting themselves in, Orlando said, "Fuck, it´s pissing rain out there!" 

"Yeah, I can barely see anything. I´m going to have to drive dog slow. So, I guess I´ll need to drop you off somewhere?"  He was amazed at the note of regret that crept into his voice. 

A sly smile touched Orlando´s lips. "Oh, I don´t knowsince I didn´t make any money on this job, I thought maybe you´d need a partner for the next one?" 

Viggo couldn´t help himself and he leaned over to kiss Orlando soundly. Their tongues slid against each other, and he found himself drowning in sensation. The taste of coffee and scones still on Orli´s lips, the woodsy smell that his skin always had, the silky texture of Orlando´s hair underneath his fingers

They were both panting when they came up for air, and Orlando looked at him with a gaze that contained more than simple lust. He kissed Viggo on the lips again before he purred out, "Hey Vig, remember our bet?" 

"Uh huh." 

"My gaydar tells me that our cute waiter was ´straight´."

Viggo snickered. Even the most inobservant person could see that the waiter that served them this morning could model for rulers. He saw the mischievous glint in Orlando´s eyes and replied, "Guess you lose." 

Orlando looked down at the ground and whispered, "Yes, sir." 

The soft voice made Viggo´s cock swell again. He unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. "Suck it. And don´t stop until I find a hotel." 

As the curly head slid into his lap, Viggo felt that familiar warmth spreading through his body again. There was more to the two of them besides sex, and although this broke one of his strongest principles, he wasn´t sure if he could turn Orlando away if he tried. 

Dom had enough to retire on, and Viggo could use a new partner...Orlando pulled up at that moment and licked a long stripe up Viggo´s cock, while looking deep into his eyes. Viggo shuddered, both and the gesture and the depth of emotion contained within. 

Yes, Viggo could use a new partner...for life. And he knew now that Orlando would whole-heartedly agree. 

THE END
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