Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: Orlando discovers Viggo´s real feelings for him at a Halloween party. 

Archive: VOLA, Mirrormere, my site.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: 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: Happy bday, Viggo! I hope you had an enjoyable day with family and friends!

Many thanks to Elizabeth for beta'ing. *mwah*

This fic was a challenge from Jassy.  She wanted me to write something about the picture on the left.

This is also for VOLA´s "Fall Back in Time" Challenge, prompt #1.  When Liv talks about the collage Viggo put on his make-up mirror in the "Fellowship of the Cast" extra on the FOTR Extended DVD, you can see a flash of this picture. (Look at the very beginning, when they first start showing the collage.)

And this is also a kind of "back to basics" fic for me, focusing on sappy sex instead of kink. 

Posted Oct.  20, 2007

It was close to Halloween, so the Astins had decided to throw a costume party. Since Ally was going to be there, Sean had kindly asked everyone to not wear anything too gory or adult. That statement pretty much killed all of the ideas that Orlando had for costumes, which was too bad, because he had yet to show up in drag or as a pony boy. Instead, he had donned a white tuxedo, figuring that wearing a formal frock would be bizarre enough with his mohawk. 

Sean´s declaration had appeared to put the rest of the Hobbits out, too. They had appeared in some rather shoddy outfits - Elijah dressed up as a weekend punk rocker; Billy and Dom were wearing poor excuses for pirate costumes. None of these were near the risque things they had dreamed up two weeks ago after three rounds of shots. 

Orlando sniggered when he saw them. "Well, that´s sodding original." 

´Lij promptly tackled Orli and started tickling him. "Fuck off. At least we tried to do something. What´s with the penguin outfit? Couldn´t you at least have put on that leash you were talking about?" 

"Or the leather chaps," Dom added. "Ian was looking forward to seeing your arse in those things." 

"Ian´s a pervy old bugger," Orlando muttered as he pushed Elijah off of him. He noticed Dom unscrewing a flask and chugging what was likely to be something incredibly alcoholic. "Oi! Bring some of that here!" 

Dom smacked his lips and said, "What? And have you waste good scotch?" 

Orlando winced. He had tried to get the hang of liking it, because Viggo did, but every time he had attempted to sip even a bit of the amber liquid, he wound up immediately spitting it out. The Hobbits, of course, slipped him some while they were staying at the resort. Orlando was already drunk, so he wound up chugging a nice big mouthful...and promptly sprayed it all over Viggo´s shirt. 

He had babbled out a string of excuses, and he worried that Viggo was going to be narked as hell. To his surprise, Viggo was calm, and accepted Orli´s apology. He was still smiling when Orlando retired for the night. Orlando didn´t suspect a thing, up until the point that Viggo broke into his room and subjected him to that damn belly slapping. He now steered very, very clear of scotch. 

Dom must have noticed his sour expression, because he said, "Billy brought some elf-friendly alcohol and mixers. Help yourself." 

"Now we´re talking!"  Orlando said. He trotted over to the table and helped himself to a couple of vodka cranberries. He had a nice buzz going when he noticed Ally scampering by him, dressed in a long dress and a tiara. Smiling, he intercepted her and scooped her up in his long arms. "Well, aren´t you a cute little princess? Where are your elf ears?" 

She scrunched her face and looked upset, which was unusual. Orli saw Sean Astin in the distance and gestured at him to come over. That proved be a mistake because as soon as her father was in reach, Ally started crying. 

Orlando was puzzled at her behaviour. "Oi? What´s the matter, Sean?" 

Sean tutted and took his daughter from Orlando´s arms. "Liv brought a face painting kit and a bunch of theatrical make-up from the studio. Something about it scares Ally." 

Looking over at the crowd, Orlando saw that a couple of the guys from WETA had showed up as clowns, complete with red wigs, noses, and full face paint. 

"Fu...uh, I think I figured it out."  He leaned closer and patted Ally´s head. "It´s the clowns, isn´t it? Are you afraid you´ll wind up looking like them?" 

Ally buried her face in her father´s chest and nodded. Sean had a very confused expression on his face. "The clowns?"  he asked. 

"Oi, they´re bloody scary. I used to be terrified of them."  Two seconds later, Orlando realized that he had cursed in front of Ally, but he hoped that Sean would let Brit-speak slide. He then noticed a masked figure in black striding past them out of the corner of his eye. His heart skipped a beat, he could have picked that walk out of a crowd of thousands. 

He hated himself for feeling like this around Viggo. It had started as soon as Viggo had arrived on set, but the belly slapping incident made it clear to Orlando that he was just a friend in Viggo´s mind. Either way, he needed to force himself to act normal and stop drooling. 

Raising his voice, he bellowed out. "Vig, get your bum over here!" 

Viggo started wandering over. He had a tumbler in his hand, and it was filled with a familiar amber liquid. As soon as Orli saw the drink, he swallowed nervously and tried to put some distance between himself and Viggo. That is, until he saw how tight the trousers in Viggo´s Zorro costume were stretched over that perfect arse. They left nothing to the imagination, and Orlando was certain that Viggo wasn´t wearing anything underneath. 

Much to Orlando´s alarm, his cock liked that idea, and began to swell. He immediately started thinking of the most unpleasant things possible -- maths, over-perfumed tarts trying to hook up with him, going to the dentist... 

He had just managed to get things under control when Viggo had joined them. "What´s up, Elf Boy?" 

Glad for the distraction, Orlando replied, "Ally here is scared that if she puts on face paint, she´ll look like an evil clown." 

Viggo patted Ally´s curly head. "Poor baby. You have nothing to be afraid of." 

Ally shook her head and she looked like she was about to cry again. Viggo immediately launched into a series of funny faces, opening his mouth and waggling his long tongue until she giggled. 

"That´s better," Viggo said. "You know, Orli and I can show you that clowns aren´t scary." 

"That´s a brilliant idea, Vig. How in heck are you going to do that?"  Orlando grinned to himself after he finished talking. Two sentences and nary a swear word, he was definitely on a roll here. But then he saw the wicked gleam in Viggo´s eye. The one that Viggo had displayed during the belly slapping incident. The one that always showed up before he did something utterly mad. 

"Oh, fuck no!"  Orlando shouted out loud. He winced when he saw Sean clap his hands over Ally´s ears. Judging by the sour look on Sean´s face, he was going to get what for about this tomorrow. 

Viggo laughed in that damnably husky voice of his, which meant more work on Orlando´s part to keep from getting a hard on. "Well, now you owe Sean one. What´s the big deal? It´s just some face paint." 

"I´ll look sodding ridiculous!"  Out of the corner of his eye, Orli noticed Sean bustling Ally away. Score a negative point for the drunken, swearing Elf. Legolas would never have this problem, but on the other hand, he didn´t have to contend with a shaggable co-star who could be just a bit off at times. How was it that he started fancying someone who was nutters enough to break into his hotel room and carry him out of there? Christ, he was going to be lucky if Viggo didn´t conspire with the Hobbits to hold him down while his arse got decorated in a nice shade of red. 

He was about to rant some more, but Viggo clasped his chin gently and said, "You´ll always look beautiful to me, no matter what." 

The tender expression in Viggo´s blue eyes made Orlando suck in a breath. He tried to tell himself that he was imagining things. Viggo didn´t like him in that way -- he had made it pretty clear at the resort. But as Orlando continued to look at the other man, he realized that Viggo wasn´t taking the piss, he wasn´t having him on...he meant every single word of what he had said. 

Before Orlando could process this new information, Viggo let go of him and said, "Come on, we can´t disappoint Ally." 

Orlando yelped as he was suddenly hauled to his feet and the tentative connection between them evaporated like so much dust. This made Orli more than a little stroppy -- whoever thought that poets were romantic had obviously never met Viggo. On the other hand, Viggo had never been one to behave normally. 

He was still mulling this over while Viggo dragged him over to the dining room table and plopped him down. Liv was already seated there, and she was busy decorating Katie Jackson´s face with a small flower. 

"What´s up?"  she said. 

Viggo grinned and replied, "May I borrow your kit?" 

Liv must have caught that slightly mad gleam in Viggo´s eyes because she giggled. "I can´t wait to see what you´ll do to Orli." 

Orlando winced again. Viggo was in one of his moods, and there was no telling what he was going to do to him. For all Orli knew, he was going to wind up looking like the Bride of Frankenstein or something worse. The thought didn´t comfort him at all, so despite the warm buzz from the two drinks he had consumed, he began twitching with nervousness. 

His tenseness disappeared when he saw Viggo´s blue eyes carrying that same, tender look from earlier. He locked his gaze with Viggo´s, his breath stilling as Viggo squeezed out a blob of green pigment and mixed in some sort of powder. 

Orlando wasn´t sure what it was, but the powder turned the flat emerald shade into something with a beautiful metallic tint. He was still pondering this when Viggo reached forward and placed a warm hand under his chin. 

"Hold still," Viggo said, as he dabbed a make-up brush in the paint and began to apply it to Orlando´s cheek. 

Orli was vaguely aware of Liv giggling and snapping a picture of the two of them with her camera. He wasn´t concerned with that, however. His world had narrowed -- all of his senses were focused on the brush lightly stroking his skin, and the intense regard in Viggo´s expression. He had never been so close...never done anything this intimate. 

Time halted to a standstill, and Orlando couldn´t tear his gaze from Viggo´s eyes, which were looking at him as if nothing else mattered. He was the canvas for Viggo´s whims, and the thought of surrendering utterly to this wonderful, talented man just sent all of the blood rushing to his groin. Orlando shifted his hands over his crotch, trying to conceal the bulge in his trousers. He wished they could do this in private, just the two of them, so he could fully savor the feeling of the brush ghosting over his cheeks, each touch as light as a caress. 

Viggo occasionally paused to squeeze out other colours, and Orlando was wasn´t sure of how long they were at it before Viggo put the brush down and stepped back to examine his handiwork. He stared at Orlando, his blue eyes alight with an intensity that made Orlando´s knees go weak. While Viggo examined him, Orlando felt as if he was being stripped bare, and he trembled under that consuming regard. 

Several minutes later, a gentle smile curled across Viggo´s lips, and the connection shattered again. Viggo seemed oblivious as he tugged Orlando to his feet. "There´s a mirror in the bathroom," he said. 

Orlando was still in a daze as he made his way into the loo. He gasped when he saw his reflection -- Viggo had painted his face white, except for a checkerboard of brightly coloured metallic squares over the top portion of his face. The interlocking shades of deep purple and emerald green gave him a whimsical, almost magical, appearance. 

"Christ..." he murmured in awe. 

"You like?"  Viggo asked. 

Orlando was about to say something more, but Ally burst into the bathroom at that point, squealing with joy when she saw the riot of colours on Orlando´s face. 

"Uncle Orli! You´re all funny!"  she giggled as she held her arms up. 

Orlando picked her up and twirled her around. "And I´m not a scary clown?" 

"Nope!"  she replied with glee. 

Orlando looked over her shoulder and saw Viggo beaming at them both, with that smile that always lit up his entire face. His heart did a little jump and a skip, and he decided that he couldn´t let this matter drop. He needed to talk to Viggo. Tonight. 

The party was winding down before Orlando went off to clean the face paint from his skin. It took a good deal of scrubbing, but the stuff was making his forehead itch, and he didn´t want to break out later. He was patting his face dry when he saw Viggo´s face reflected behind his own in the mirror. He froze, uncertain of what to do. He had a talent for opening his yap and putting his foot into his mouth, and he didn´t want to do that, not now. 

Fortunately, Viggo took the initiative. With a little smirk, he pushed the door closed and plucked the towel from Orlando´s limp fingers. He swiped the terry cloth over Orlando´s damp skin, each touch as gentle and tender as the ones he had used with the make-up brush. 

They looked at each other once more, and the connection that had been between them earlier crackled to life and was re-forged, joining them again. Orlando´s heart fluttered and he didn´t dare say anything, afraid of shattering this precious, fragile moment between them. He was aware of his heart thundering as he stared at Viggo´s eyes, then his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. 

He found out seconds later when Viggo closed the distance between them and captured his mouth. The room spun away and he wrapped himself around Viggo, drowning in his scent, his kisses that tasted of scotch and faint spice, in the feel of his hard body. 

He wished that he could stop time at this very second, suspend everything so that he could relive this instant over and over again. Far too soon, they had to part, and he touched his forehead to Viggo´s. He was afraid to say anything now, fearful of ruining everything. 

"My beautiful angel," Viggo whispered before he captured Orlando´s lips in another dizzying, electrifying kiss. Orlando groaned as he was swept away again, spiraling away and caught up in Viggo´s passion. 

"Take me home," he managed to gasp out. 

Viggo didn´t reply again. He just opened the door again with that maddening smirk on his face. Orlando didn´t care; nothing more needed to be said. 

***

Orlando wailed at the top of his lungs as Viggo´s tongue stabbed deep inside of him, causing his entire body to vibrate so much that his back arched off the bed. Another wicked swirl from that tongue had Orlando clawing at the sheets frantically. He moaned in frustration, knowing that he´d be brought to the brink and then Viggo would back off, leaving him to burn with unfulfilled lust. 

The man was a bloody sadist, he realized, before another wet stab obliterated that train of thought. His cock was a nice shade of purple, and he wondered how long he would have to endure this exquisite torture. 

He groaned when the pressure inside of him disappeared, but then his bollocks were sucked into Viggo´s mouth and he babbled out a string of obscenities. His cock throbbed again, adding more moisture to the already impressive puddle on his stomach. 

"Please, Christ Viggo, please..." he whinged. He felt as if he was going to burst. He hungered to feel Viggo inside of him, needed it so badly that he thought he was going to die. 

Viggo was content to take his own sweet time, though, and he slurped and rolled his tongue over the tender sacs until Orlando practically gouged a hole in the mattress with his fingers. And then he eased off, releasing Orlando´s overheated flesh before he blew on it gently. 

"You need something?"  Viggo purred out, with that damnable mischievous smile on his face. 

Orlando was about to threaten all sorts of bodily harm when Viggo stole his voice away again, swiping his long tongue along the underside of Orlando´s aching shaft. He let out a small, choked noise; his head thrashing from side to side as the tip of Viggo´s tongue flickered in the slit, sipping the liquid welling out in copious amounts. 

"Oh fucking Christ!"  Orlando moaned. He tangled his fingers in Viggo´s hair, tugging on the strands. "Please..." His last plea came out as a soft whimper. 

Viggo pressed a gentle kiss to the stretched flesh over the head of Orlando´s cock. "Get on your side," he said in a voice that was raw with lust. 

Orlando obeyed, and his brain started melting when he felt Viggo settling in behind him. He heard Viggo fumbling in a drawer, and it was followed by the sound of a bottle being snapped open. He sighed in relief when he felt slick fingers pushing into him. 

"Please," he said in a weak voice. He didn´t care how needy he sounded. He didn´t care about anything except his need to feel Viggo´s big cock driving into him. 

The sound of a condom wrapper being torn caused his shaft to jump. It took all of his control to resist the urge to tell Viggo to hurry the hell up. He wanted Viggo, and he wanted him *now*. 

Viggo´s slippery cock nudged his entrance, pausing only briefly before it began to slide in, causing a massive jolt to surge through Orlando´s body. He threw his head back against Viggo´s chest, yelling out a litany of curses. 

Viggo clamped a hand over Orlando´s mouth and continued to forge ahead, filling Orlando at a languorous pace. Orlando could feel everything each step of the way -- every little rock of Viggo´s hips, his internal muscles gradually stretching to accommodate Viggo´s large shaft. 

A spike of pleasure cascaded through Orli when Viggo finally touched bottom, and the intensity of it almost frightened him. He had been fucked before, but this went beyond the quick, sweaty encounters he had in the past. Back then, it was all about getting off as fast as possible; now he wanted to feel Viggo inside of him for as long as possible. He craved to feel them joining together, both in body and soul. 

Orlando opened his eyes as Viggo started to thrust into him with deep, sure strokes, and he grinned when he saw that his lover had done the same. They gazed at each other´s faces as Viggo continued to push inside of him, meeting each stroke with a backward push of his hips. They never broke eye contact, and watched as they gave each other pleasure. 

Orlando wanted to prolong things as much as possible, so he reached down and squeezed the base of his throbbing cock. He matched Viggo´s rhythm, all the while wondering if it was really possible for a human being to spontaneously combust during sex, because he was damn close to doing so. 

Soon enough, Viggo´s strokes grew more frantic, and his hips began to stutter when he reached down to grab Orlando´s cock. 

That one touch was all Orlando needed. He went flying over the edge, calling out Viggo´s name until his throat was raw. He clamped down with his internal muscles, which caused Viggo to jab into Orlando rapidly, maintaining a breakneck pace until he gave Orlando a final, heart-stopping thrust. 

The next moment, Viggo cried out, his entire body stiffening as he climaxed. Even in the throes of his orgasm, he kept moving, letting his hips plunge in a few more times before he slumped down in exhaustion. 

Orlando floated on the edge of consciousness, only vaguely aware that Viggo had pulled out to dispose of the condom. He expected to feel the touch of a washcloth next. Instead, his eyes shot open when Viggo´s tongue swiped up his belly to clean off his release. He shivered, and gooseflesh pimpled his hypersensitive skin. 

Viggo continued on his upward path, running his tongue in a meandering, torturous circle around Orlando´s nipple. "Christ...you´re going to kill me," Orlando groaned. 

"We can´t have that," Viggo said before he lifted his head. "I want to have you to myself for a long, long time." 

Viggo´s words caused warmth to suffuse through every inch of Orlando´s flesh. Any distance apart from Viggo now felt too far; Orlando needed to be in contact with as much of this wonderful man as possible. He pulled Viggo close, wrapping his long limbs around Viggo´s body in a tight hug. 

As they snuggled together, Orlando tried to figure out when his feelings had shifted from simple lust to something much deeper. 

"What are you thinking about?"  Viggo said. There was a worried note in his voice, and Orlando realized that it was because Viggo thought he had confessed his feelings too soon. 

Orlando tried to avoid smiling. It was nice to know that Viggo had been plagued by the same concerns. He had been silly to think that Viggo didn´t like him, since he now knew that the opposite was true. It was funny how they had both been incredibly daft about their feelings for each other. 

Determined not to waste any more time, Orlando rolled on top of Viggo and purred, "Let me show you." 

As their lips met again, Orlando decided that his doubts could light themselves on fire and sod off. After all, he had a smelly ranger to love. 

THE END