Destiny's Hands
part 3/10
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: changeling@planetx.org
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: Some explanations are in order.
Archive: Please ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: AU, romance, sap, some angst, creepiness.
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:
Dedicated to those who have lost a loved one.
Thanks to Linda, whose chatty Orli in "Pure Love" and "Infinite
Love" was such an inspiration for my Orli.
The "shag me rotten" expression was taken from Cassandra
Claire´s "Very Secret Diaries of Aragorn, pt. 2"
And sorry that this part was delayed a bit, my chatty Orli muse
wouldn´t shut up, the bastard. :)
Posted May 25, 2003
Okay, I´m already having trouble dealing with the fact that he´s a ghost. But being able to see the future? And with me? Brain is refusing to understand this. Stop gawping with your mouth open like a fish, damnit. Say something, Orlando.
"Th-that´s impossible." Shit, guess I was more upset than I thought, can´t even talk properly. Then it hits me that he´s having me on.
"Oh, that´s a good one, mate." I start laughing, but then I stop dead. Bugger. His eyes tell me he´s 100% serious. And judging by that look, I´ve also just carved his heart out with a spoon, stomped it into pieces, and pissed on it for good measure. Argh, I´m such a wanker.
"I´m sorry," I mutter. I look for the rock that I wanted to crawl under before, and the bloody thing _still_ hasn´t appeared.
"It´s all right, angel. I know that this is hard for you to take in all at once." Christ! Does he have to be so understanding? Now I feel like complete scum.
He cups his rough hand against my cheek again. Great, don´t do that, I´m a complete arsehole. No...I can´t bear to look at him after what a blithering pillock I´ve been. I think I´ll stare at the ground, thank you very much. Shit, he´s putting a finger under my chin and tilting my head up. Oh god, those beautiful blue eyes...I´m drowning in them...and the butterflies are back in residence.
"I´ve always known that we would meet in this house," he says softly. "I began having visions of you when I was alive." He gestures towards the canvas, "You were in this pose on the grass, and I tried to capture it, but I never finished my work."
My heart´s thumping again. "The fire."
He nods. "I was in another room and the smoke filled my lungs before I could get out. As I was dying, all I could think of was that my fondest wish was never completed." He looks incredibly sad. "And now I´m bound here until I can fulfill it."
God, I´m so confused now. "But there´s no such thing as being able to predict the future. There´s no rational explanation for any of this." Shit, my voice is squeaking.
"Why does there need to be one? Can´t you just believe?" he asks. His voice lowers to a husk, "Can´t you just let yourself go?"
His lips are hovering just above mine, and our hot breaths are mingling together. Can´t think anymore with him so close, with his wonderful scent intoxicating me, with his mouth hovering just over mine. His presence is so overwhelming that my tongue darts out to nervously lick my lips, and I wind up swiping it across that tantalizing mouth in the process. Oh, SHIT! You could´ve used the electricity that just jolted between us to power a city. Need to feel it again...
As if he´s sensing my thoughts, he closes the small distance between us, and I open my mouth hungrily to meet his. Christ, he kisses like a fucking typhoon. My head spins as he claims my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. He continues to kiss me until I can´t breathe and my cock is so hard that I swear that all of my blood has rushed there. And again, I feel the tenderness underneath his urgency, his tongue caressing mine like I´m the most precious thing on this planet. Wow...those lips...wait, wasn´t something bothering me? So hard to think...fuck it, I just want to feel this...mmm...
Ooo, he´s pressing his erection against my thigh. So hard... god. Mmm, I grind against him eagerly, feeling the cloth graze against my cock. I need him. Now.
"Let me take care of you," he says.
"Yes..." I try to grind my cock against his, but he holds me in place. Guess he has other ideas, damnit. I hate waiting, I want to shag him _now_. His eyes are glinting with amusement as I grunt in protest.
"Patience," he says. Fuck that.
"I want to enjoy you," he purrs as he kisses his way up my jaw. He pauses to twirl his tongue in my ear, killing any more arguments from me. My knees go all wobbly, and he turns me in his arms so that my back is against his chest.
"I want to savor you," he breathes in his sexy as hell voice while he nibbles his way down the back of my neck. Damn, I didn´t know I was so sensitive there. Each nip shoots a little bolt of fire through my body, and the lick afterwards with his hot tongue just makes me weak inside.
He begins to tweak my nipples as he laps at the hollow of my neck. Christ, that feels good. I moan softly, feeling the press of his shirt against my back, and his hard prick against my arse. Wish he weren´t wearing trousers...
Oh god, more contact, please...I feel completely on fire, my brain going into a complete meltdown as he touches me. He´s teasing my nipples into hard peaks, gently rubbing them between his two fingers, making me ache in the pit of my stomach.
He plants tiny kisses slowly down my back, while caressing my chest and stomach with his big hands. God, I feel like I´m being wrapped in a decadent cocoon. Butterfly-light touches from his lips burning my back, his warm, slightly rough hands spanning my front...I can feel my cock pulsing eagerly in response. Christ, he´s killing me.
He picks up one of my hands and sucks on a finger, that deadly tongue twirling and wrapping around the sensitive pad. I make a little noise in my throat, and I flip over so that I can push my hips against him. He gives me a throaty laugh.
"Just wait," he says. Wanker. He´s not the one being teased.
"Easy for you to...ohhh," I rasp, my complaint cut off as he sucks on another finger, swallowing it completely. He proceeds to lavish attention on every single digit, licking his way up the sensitive inside of my arm. As I´m trembling, he kisses his way across to my other arm, and gives it the same slow, teasing treatment. He covers every single centimeter of remaining skin in front of him with those maddening nips, licks, and kisses, ignoring my nipples and my cock. I´m completely shaking by the time he´s covering the last area, the inside of my thigh. My body´s so tightly wound up now that his lips are scorching me like little brands.
"Please..." I gasp as he licks away at the small patch of skin, completely ignoring my crotch. I´m trying to talk, but I´m so muddled that stringing any sentence together is almost impossible.
Christ! He´s finally decided to pay attention to my nipples... god, his tongue is so fucking hot against them...so wet... Oh yes! He´s using his teeth now...tugging on them...mmm, so good...
"Yes?" He asks me playfully. Bastard. Fuck, he keeps running that scorchingly hot tongue over the tip of my nipples, looking at me with that sinful glint in his eyes... brain...work...
"Need...need to come."
"How badly to you want it?" he purrs.
Sodding tease. I try fighting through the thick atmosphere to take care of myself, but he easily grabs my hands and stops me. Then he starts tracing patterns on my skin with his tongue and nibbling on me, keeping me on the edge until I want to scream.
"Fuck...finish me off...oh god, please..." I plead. I´m whimpering shamelessly now, completely helpless in his grasp, and I could give a flying fuck about how desperate I sound.
He finally stops and reaches down for my cock. Yesss... Oh. My. God. I just felt every nerve come alive and dance, like my whole body has turned into one large extension for my prick. Fuck, I´ve never felt this good before.
His blue eyes lock with mine as he wanks me, and I see the complete tenderness in his gaze. Oh god, I´m just sizzling inside. This is so amazing that talking soon becomes overrated, and all I can do is make small, strangled cries as he strokes me.
"That´s it," he purrs in my ear. "My beautiful angel. Let yourself go. Let yourself feel it."
Oh god, that dark, throaty voice, making me ache all over, making my cock throb almost painfully. I moan and fight through the heaviness, bucking into his hand. Mmmm, he´s squeezing my prick deliciously, milking it until I start leaking at the tip.
I quiver as he smears the wetness around with his thumb, making me feel as if I´m going to burst. He´s still looking at me intently, watching me come apart. It´s too much.
"Please," I manage to choke out thickly.
He starts pumping me in earnest now, and I start crying out loudly. "I love the feel of your hot cock in my hand," he coos, "I want you to watch you come in thick, hot spurts and then I´m going to lick it off my fingers."
Oh god, that dirty talk, that husky voice...mmmm, bringing me so close...so...oh god...what is he doing with his hand... Christ...my blood´s pounding in my ears as his hand dances wickedly over me...jesusfuckdamn feels so good...ooooh god, he´s sucking my nipple again...feels like a fucking furnace...and he´s still lookly hotly at me...so hot...so...OH FUCKING GOD! FUCK!
Christ, that was sensational...I´m glad he´s holding me because I can´t stand up. Wow, we´re both a mess...I coated my stomach, and got a good deal on his hand...shit, did I really produce that much come? Oh man, he´s licking his fingers clean now and it´s sexy as hell to watch.
"You taste wonderful," he purrs as he kisses me back. Mmm, that tastes good. Brain going bye-bye now. What was I doing?
Right...talk to him, Orlando. Oh god...he´s cleaning my stomach off, Christ...now, what was I thinking about?
"Let me paint you some more," he says in his come-hither voice.
Paint me? Right, that must have been it. That sounds like a great idea. Now, how do I sit down? Oh good, he´s helping me. I take up my pose on the grass, still a bit flummoxed by everything.
Ah, this is nice...not as nice as his hand...god, that was incredible. Do they give out knightships for handjobs? Bollocks. *slap* Get a hold of yourself, you cunt. Where are your manners? You haven´t taken care of him yet.
Fuck, I may shag indiscriminately, but I´m not a cad. I try reaching for him, but that daft molasses-shit atmosphere still keeps me from moving very fast.
"It´s all right," he says quietly. "Just enjoy."
I´m stunned. This is definitely unusual. Whoever I take a tumble with usually expects some payback.
And for some reason, I´m feeling like a right bastard for getting all the attention. I should have my head examined, because me getting all the attention is normally a dream date. Must be something in the atmosphere. That´s it.
He paints for a bit, and I start feeling that warm twee feeling as he gives me that look. Damn, not again.
Need to distract myself...I try to open my yap to ask him more questions, but he hushes me up. Bugger. Guess he needs me to stay still. Oh well, I´ll ask him afterward.
It´s really not easy sitting still and trying not to feel mushy inside. Somehow, I manage, mostly because I´m still trying to figure out everything he´s told me so far.
Eventually, my dream lover puts down his brush. He then walks over and scoops me up so that he can give me another one of those dizzying kisses. Ooo, I could get used to this... *slap* Shit, why do I keep forgetting myself?
"We don´t have much time again," he says quietly.
Bugger. "But I have so many more questions."
"Patience."
Fuck patience. "What..."
"Shh, don´t talk." He melts me again with his lips. Christ, that mouth should be illegal. "You´re about to wake up," he says huskily.
I see him pull something out of his trouser pocket, but his hand is closed around it, so I can´t get a good gander at whatever it is. He gives me another toe-curling kiss as he slips the object into my hand, wrapping my fingers around it before I can have a proper squint.
Hmm, it feels cold in my palm. Before I have time to think about it some more, he presses another kiss to my closed fingers. It sends a thrill from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. "For you to remember me by," he purrs.
I feel that fading away feeling again, and I try to ask him something, but it´s suddenly too hard to talk. Damnit, I still need some more answers!
My dream man says soothingly, "I´ll be waiting for you to come back. I´ll always wait for you."
He´s fading off into the distance, and I finally manage to make my mouth work. "Wait! What´s your name?"
I hear him softly say, "Viggo," before the field fades away and goes black. I can feel myself waking up now, and I pry my eyes open.
Even though I´m expecting it, my heart still thumps as I carefully open my hand. There´s a small pendant cradled in my palm, a silver teardrop with a yellow stone set in the middle.
Now what, Orlando?
***
Well, there´s only one thing to do when cornered with something of this magnitude: get seriously monged. So here I am, in a pub late Sunday morning, drinking everything I can get my hands on.
Goddamnit, why me? I´m not special, I´m not an extraordinary guy, I´m not anything. Now, I have a ghost fancying me. Let´s be honest, it´s more like he´s fixated on me. And I´m still having a hard time swallowing all of this "we´re meant to be together" rubbish. Fuck, Viggo was talking about fate, wasn´t he?
Sod him, I know exactly what my fate should be: it´s to get so royally pissed that I have a nice blackout about this whole thing.
"Hello, Orli. A bit early to hit the pints, isn´t it?" someone says beside me. I jump three feet in the air because I didn´t even see him coming. Bugger. Yup, I´m definitely upset about Viggo. And not monged nearly enough.
Well, it´s someone I recognize vaguely from one of the parties, but hell if I can remember his name. One of those mates of a mate of someone who I´ve only barely met. Shit. Blond, nice body and arse, but no bells are ringing. I think his name is Dave or Chris or something common. Christ, he´s looking at me expectantly. Time for standard answer number 3.
"A bit. But I think I prefer your wonderfully shaggable presence."
He sidles closer to me. "Why don´t we go somewhere more quiet?" he purrs as he stealthily grabs my crotch.
My cock immediately leaps to attention. Hmm, haven´t had sex in the gents yet. That´s what I need: a nice, hard, nasty shag with someone to take my mind off of the weirdness in my life lately. Especially since I´ve been feeling a bit...I don´t know...off, since I left the house... Viggo´s house, really. *slap* Your mind is wandering, Orli, concentrate on the sexy bloke with you. I give him my best shag-me-rotten smile, and gesture over to the toilet.
My hook-up picks up on my signal and we head over there. I´m groping him as we bustle into a stall...right, now I remember why I never have sex in the loo: it´s really disgusting in here. I really don´t want to know what that brownish-coloured stuff on the wall is, and I think the germs here are about to unionize. That´s quite odd, it´s never bugged me before. Why now? Fuck it all, don´t think about it, you need to forget about Viggo.
As I close and lock the stall´s door behind us, that rum feeling starts up again. Oh, fuck it, concentrate on having a good time, Orli.
The blond grabs a hold of my cock again. Oh, those fingers do feel nice. Shit, just remembered..."Erm, I don´t have any lube." Or a condom for that matter. I usually pack them before I go out to the clubs, but I wasn´t really expecting to be on the pull this morning. Fuck, maybe _those_ should become a permanent fixture, also.
Fortunately, my hook-up is very understanding. "Then we´ll just have to make do," he says before he unzips my fly and pulls my cock out of my knickers. I see my prick rapidly disappearing into his mouth.
Mmm. He´s got a good thing going there with his tongue, lapping around my entire cock and applying lots of suction. Wait, now I remember his name. It´s John. Nice technique he´s got there, definitely not someone I´ve had it off with before.
Yes, I can identify any bloke I´ve been with by his blowjob technique; each one of them is distinctly different in how he does it. Man, that would make a smashing idea for a blind taste test...have a bunch of hot men taste _me_ first. Then I could put on a blindfold and try to identify them by how they suck me off.
Goddamnit, you´re being rude, Orli. Why is your mind wandering? Pay attention! Right, mmm...he´s running his fingernails over my balls...not as good as Viggo´s hand, though. Oh god, that hand...
Christ, why the fuck am I thinking about Viggo now? That´s frightfully impolite. Concentrate, Orlando.
Yum, nice hot tongue lapping at the slit of my cock, heat all around me...yes...oh, that´s good...yes, lots of suction... mmm, I bet Viggo would use a lot of suction...and that wicked mouth...oh my god, and it would be a hundred times more amazing that his hand...yeah, Viggo...
John stands up and looks pretty narked at me.
"Who the fuck is Viggo?"
Oops.
Guess I was thinking aloud, sod it all. Quick, Orli, improv an excuse. You´re an actor, after all.
"I meant to say ´we should go´, but you scrambled my head so much that it came out as a garble." Ooo, smooth save, Bloom. Does he buy it?
He glares at me. Shit. Okay, time for plan B. I quickly unzip him and purr, "Let me make it up to you, luv," before I pull his cock out and start sucking him.
Unfortunately, my thoughts keep straying to Viggo. I want to have Viggo in my mouth, and I want to taste him all over. I want to have him squirm under my tongue, and this time, I´ll be the one making him beg...Shit! Can´t get him out of my mind. And for some reason, I really feel like I shouldn´t be here with John. This feels...wrong.
"I´m sorry," I mutter as I stop. "I´m too sotted to do this."
"Never expected you to be a cock-tease, Orli," John growls as he tucks himself back in and zips up his jeans. He storms out of the loo, and I can´t say I blame him for being upset.
What´s going on? I´ve _never_ felt this way about a hook-up. More importantly, I can´t get Viggo out of my sodding mind. Bollocks, what´s happening to me?
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end part 3