Destiny's Hands
part 5/10
Author: Lostiawen
E-mail: changeling@planetx.org
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB
Summary: Comfort and smut, ghost-style.
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.
Posted June 12, 2003
Viggo holds me tightly, stroking my back and my hair. Fuck, I´m still shaking like a leaf...I´m too drained to do anything but huddle in his warm arms. Feels so good let him hold me, having him stroke my hair. I feel safe now.
I have no words to express my overwhelming thankfulness that he was there to rescue me. I feel my eyes getting watery. Bollocks, don´t you _dare_ start crying now, you twatting bastard. Don´t be a wuss, Orli. You learned long ago that wusses get their arses kicked. Deep breaths, okay, good.
At least my stomach has settled down now. And thank god, my limbs don´t feel like they have fourteen stone weights attached to them anymore.
We eventually sink down to the grass, and Viggo just continues to hold and caress me, waiting until my body stops twitching and my breathing goes back to normal.
He changes his grip on me and says, "Let me take care of you," before he scoops me up into his arms. I´m still too buggered to argue, so I just wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against his chest, inhaling his scent. Mmm, it´s nice and soothing, and I just let myself drift.
He carries me over a small hill in the distance, and the daylight suddenly gives way to a full moon and a star-filled sky. What the fuck? Oh right, I´m dreaming. There´s no logic here.
But I like this a lot better. Hmm, maybe I´m a closet Goth? I´ve always preferred being out at night and I like ruffled garments. On the other hand, I´m not really into wearing black and I can´t stand techno. Guess that shoots that theory down.
Viggo interrupts my thoughts by putting me down on the bank of a stream, which is a bit of terrain that I´ve never seen before. He strips me pretty quickly, which is fine, because I still feel out of it. I´m glad he´s scooping me up in his arms again, because I don´t think I could stand or walk right now.
Without batting an eyelash, he walks into the stream fully clothed until he´s about chest deep in it. I´m about to make a comment when he puts his finger on my lips to silence me.
"Just feel," he murmurs softly.
Mmm, yes, the water is amazingly warm, like a bath. Aah. This must be some strange dream-water, because neither of us gets the least bit wet; however, it feels like I´m wrapped in some wonderfully warm, soft blankets. Viggo puts me down and gradually works his fingers into my tight muscles, not saying a word.
Oh god, this is heavenly. He knows exactly how much pressure to apply, and my knots just give way immediately. I´m melting into a little Orli puddle. Hmmmm, love this. Could just lie here, swaddled in warmth, feeling him massaging me.
Eventually, he finishes, and he carries me out of the stream, laying me out on a blanket that has mysteriously appeared on the shore. I have no idea where it came from, and frankly, I couldn´t give a shit right now. He pulls me to his chest, holding me tight again and nuzzling my hair.
"My beautiful angel," he breathes into my ear as he strokes my bare spine. Fuck, he´s causing each little centimeter of my skin to tingle when he does that, and I feel my cock stirring in response.
I need to see his face, now that I don´t feel afraid anymore. I push lightly against his chest, I need to thank him for rescuing me...oh sod me...
My brain must have been completely out to lunch, because I didn´t see how breathtaking he looked under the moonlight. But now I can see how it´s turned his skin a pale silver, highlighting those perfect cheekbones, and turning the blue of his eyes deeper and richer in colour; making them look both molten and icy. He´s gazing at me with such adoration that I feel like I´m drowning in those depths.
So beautiful...Oh god, I need him, I need to feel more of him, I need to feel alive again, and burn the last of that fear away.
I lean in and kiss him furiously. Yes, I need this. I need Viggo rolling me over and gaining control. I need him possessing my lips, taking what I have to give. I let out a throaty moan as he wraps his tongue around mine, branding me as his. I practically rip his clothes off his body while we continue kissing like there´s no tomorrow.
When we come up for breath, I freeze. Bugger all, he´s got a sweet body. Broad chest, well-defined muscles, six pack stomach, arse just as sexy as I imagined, and...oh fuck, he is _hung_.
Viggo must have caught me gawping again. He smiles his warm smile and he starts nibbling on my neck. I´m completely on fire now. Nothing matters, just the feel of his tongue and teeth on my skin...oooo. Feels like each little nip is electrifying the nerves underneath my skin as he travels down...
I reach for him, and start stroking his stiff cock, feeling the heat of it in my hands. He moans as I twist my hand along the length, but then he grabs my arm and pulls it away.
"No," he breathes, "Let me..."
Before I can say anything, an open bottle of wine appears in his hand. He rolls me onto my back and pours some on the hollow of my neck. Shit! That´s cold! Oh god... his hot tongue lapping it up...feels like fire and ice rolled into one...I can almost feel his tongue beneath my skin. I´m burning up now, I feel as if I´ve been placed in the middle of a bonfire. Fuck...I can´t do anything now except react to him.
He´s pouring the wine down my body now, and following the pale liquid path down with a series of licks. The piercing heat of his tongue is leaving fiery trails on my skin. I´m moaning loudly now, and I wrap my fingers in his hair, holding him against my body. The wine has pooled in my navel, oh shit, Christ...heat and cold and wet hit me all at once.
He drifts lower, pouring some wine over my sun tattoo, before tracing the lines of it. I can feel the hot path of his tongue sizzling the chill of the wine away. Fuck, so good, so very good...
I´m thrusting upward, whimpering softly. God, I need more. Viggo smiles at me before taking a long swig out of the wine bottle. Before my fuddled brain can figure out what he´s doing, he inhales my cock in one swallow.
FUCK! The icy bite of his mouth just surrounds me, making every bit of my erection temporarily numb, and then it fades into pure molten heat, boiling my blood through my cock. Shit...god, I´m losing myself. Feels like I´m becoming part of the heat in his mouth... oh my god...Christ...YES!
He sucks me until I stop shaking, and then he licks me clean. He crawls up my body to kiss me, and I roll my tongue around the tang of white wine mixed in with my taste and Viggo´s. Delicious. He continues to kiss me, tangling his hands in my hair, sensuously exploring my mouth, and pinching my nipples between his fingers until I´m squirming.
God, he feels so good...better than all of my dirty Viggo fantasies...he´s slowly twirling his tongue on my nipples, and my cock stirs back to life again. Shit, that tongue is lethal, I can feel the little shocks starting up through my body again...I look into Viggo´s eyes, and they´re alight with so much naked lust that my throat goes dry. Oh god, he´s making me burn...another blowjob is not going to be enough...I want... no, I _need_ him. In me. I need to feel if that cock is half as wonderful as his tongue. Need it so badly that I can taste it.
"Viggo, take me."
"Are you sure?" He rasps, sending shivers through me.
"Yes."
I feel his finger drifting down the cleft of my arse and I tense up. Shit, there´s no lube around here. "It´s okay..." he says soothingly, "we don´t need anything extra. You´re dreaming. Just believe..."
Okay, breathe, Orlando...don´t need lube...shit, I can´t do it...doesn´t help that I´ve never had anything thicker than a few fingers inside of me...
"Let me in, angel. Don´t worry..."
I´m shaking now, and he kisses me deeply. "Just relax..." he says as he drifts lower, pushing my legs up to my chest.
I feel his hot breath against my arse...is he going to... oh god, yes, he´s licking me. Yes...SHIT! ohmygod, his tongue is pushing inside, so wet, so hot...ohgoddon´tstop.... don´tstop...getting so close...oh, Christ, he´s stopping... Shit.
His eyes are burning as he crawls up the length of my body. I´m about to whinge when he leans in and kisses me again, silencing me. I´m becoming so addicted to the feeling of his tongue seizing hold of mine, his taste, his scent...Christ! He just pushed a finger fully into me and there´s no hurt, just...oh god, that feels so fucking good...feels like every centimeter inside of me is lighting up to respond to his stroking...yes...oh yes, he´s just added another one. Mmm, god, I can feel the heat from his fingers curling their way inside me... fuck, he hasn´t even touched my prostate and I´m seeing stars already.
I start pushing back against his hand. "Viggo...do it. I trust you."
He positions himself and gives me another one of those devastating kisses as he sinks smoothly into me. CHRIST! His cock is scorching me inside and I can feel it throbbing. Shit, and now the heat is spreading through my body, seeping through every cell. Oh god, and now he´s moving...Holy. Fuck. Each stroke is just roasting me, and every nerve ending is feeling fizzy and light, tingling and dancing and sending a pure rush to my brain.
Oh my god, I´ve never felt this kind of a high. It blows past motorbiking over the hills or snowboarding at top speed. I´m climbing higher...I almost feel like I´m flying...
So goood...yes, he´s hitting my sweet spot just right... I´m melting...I grab his hips and urge him faster. I want him to fuck me into the ground.
Shit, no. He´s teasing me. Pulling out fully before he slides back in. Ooooh, I feel like my bones are dissolving. Feels so good...
He´s murmuring softly to me, "That´s it...just let it go..." as he thrusts slowly within me. I´m clawing at his arms, trying to get him to slam into me, but he draws it out, working me until I´m a quivering heap underneath him, and the two of us are moaning as he slowly sinks into me.
I´m totally losing my grip on things. All that matters now is his hard cock sliding into me, stroking me within, sending me soaring...
"God...Viggo...please! Harder. Please!"
He suddenly picks up the pace, pumping me as hard as he can. I can practically taste each stroke in my mouth, and they´re sending sparks straight down to my cock. Oh shit...oh god...harder...yes...oh, god yes...OH FUCK! VIGGO!
My brain explodes into a thousand lights, and then I´m floating...from somewhere far away, I notice that Viggo´s thrusts are getting a little more ragged, so I start sucking on his neck and clamping down on him, urging him to come.
He soon moans loudly, "Angel!" Shudders go through his entire body as he orgasms. Whoa, that´s odd, I can feel his cock pulsing, but I don´t feel anything filling me. He tenses above me, mouth open in a silent cry, and then he collapses on top of me.
Shit, the stars are really pretty tonight... so that´s what it´s like getting shagged...god, that was incredible...I don´t think I´ve ever come before without having someone touch my cock...sod it all, I think my brain just went missing...wonder where it went...oh, _bugger_...I feel shivers even when he´s pulling out.
Mmmm, Viggo´s cleaning my stomach with his tongue now. So considerate. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my head back onto his chest. I normally don´t cuddle after a shag, but I really don´t want him to stop holding me protectively. And I´m too out of it to tell the mushy feelings to sod off and stop telling me that this feels right.
Well, it almost feels right. Something´s...off about this. Is it his chest hair ruffling against my cheek? No. Hmm. Is it his breath tickling my hair? No.
Hell, now I know what it is: there´s no heartbeat thundering under my ear. Viggo´s also not breathing heavily or sweating, even though he spent a considerable amount of time shagging me senseless. Oh well, it was still amazing. Argh! There must be an evil twee gremlin in my head, because it´s now telling me that I should want more. Put a sock in it, you twat.
But then the gremlin laughs at me when I look up into Viggo´s face. He immediately takes my breath away. Fuck all, he looks gorgeous...hair tousled from our recent shag, his eyes a deep azure colour now.
Viggo smiles that dazzling smile of his and picks a yellow wildflower from the grass. He runs it slowly over my kiss-swollen lips.
"My sweet angel," he says reverently, turning me into an instant Orli-puddle again. "You´re so beautiful when you come." Oh god, I´m blushing again.
"Um, thanks, old man. You´re not too much of a slouch, either." Gah! Could you sound any less daft? Bugger, at least I didn´t confess that he was the first person to shag me.
Viggo suddenly looks concerned. "Is something wrong?" I ask.
"You were extremely tired when I touched your mind. What happened?" Sod it all, he knows.
"I can´t sleep. I´m having horrible nightmares every night." Christ, never knew my voice would sound that tiny. "I went walking...and then those men..." I choke off a little sob. No, don´t you _dare_ start again, Orlando.
He holds me closer. "As long as you come here, I can keep the nightmares and any other threats away." Viggo´s soothing voice soon calms me down, and he makes no remarks about the fact that I´m being less than manly. God, how long has it been since I could be a little weak around someone?
Shit, it sounds like a great deal, but there´s still this matter of this fixation he has on me. Fuck, well, grit your teeth and clear it up, Bloom. Hopefully, he won´t get too brassed off.
"Viggo...I´m not sure that I can come here again."
"Why not?" "I can´t give you what you want. I-I´ve never been one to form attachments."
Viggo looks sad, but he cups my cheek and says softly, "I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have made you uncomfortable like that. I won´t mention it again."
I shuffle my feet a bit. Why the fuck do his beautiful eyes have to pierce right into me like that?
"Please don´t stop visiting me, I enjoy being with you," he says, stroking my neck. His voice lowers to that sexy husk, "And I enjoy touching you." Shivers start shooting through my body again. Fuck, after that session of shagging, I don´t think I could keep my hands off of him.
"I still owe you one. I want to do something for you in return," I reply.
"You can model for me." Whoosh. I´m glad he asked first. Not that I wouldn´t offer, but I don´t want to make it look like I´m following along with this fate crap. Unfortunately, I think the evil twee gremlin is here to stay, but I´d rather deal with it than the bloody nightmares.
"All right. I´ll spend my nights here and pose for you if we keep having mind-blowing sex."
I see him give me a mysterious little smile as he says, "All right, angel."
Wow, that was easy. But now I have to ask..."Viggo..."
"Yes?"
"Um, where did the wine bottle come from?"
He smiles. "I exist partially in the spirit world and partially in the dream world. It´s trivially easy for me to manipulate the environment."
"So, you can do anything you feel like here?"
He nods, and I feel a complete shit-eating grin coming on. This is going to be fun.
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end part 5