I Belive this is Heaven to No One Else but Me

*Disclaimer: None of this happened while filming the Lord of the Rings. Unfortunately Viggo and Orlando don't belong to me. It would be nice if they did, but they don't. Please review this story and try not to flame. Thanks.*

A/N => Here be the sticky sticky hot hot (squee)

~I know this love is passing time
passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire
but I love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near~


*Flashback*
Orlando’s arms wrapped around Viggo’s body in a desperate embrace. He cried out when Viggo’s cock brushed against his prostate, sending electrifying pleasure all throughout his body. Viggo mouthed the junction where Orlando’s neck met his shoulders, maintaining his powerful thrusts which rocked the body beneath him. Orlando’s keening cries were like music to Viggo’s ears and he couldn’t help but grin triumphantly. “How do you feel baby?” he question, placing a chaste kiss on Orlando’s lips. Orlando gasped out when he felt Viggo thrust impossibly deeper into his body. “Good,” he moaned, “so good.”

Viggo groaned at the sight of his lover beneath him. Orlando’s face was scrunched up in the throes of passion and his body glistening with the light sheen of sweat. Their love-making was slow but beautifully erotic. Viggo loved these moments, where he and Orlando just explored each other’s bodies slowly, cautiously; as if the other was molded out of fragile glass. Sure, the quick fucks behind the trailers, on the bathroom sink, and on the kitchen counter were satisfying enough, but it was the gentle love-making that touched Viggo deep in his heart. Orlando’s hands clasped themselves around Viggo’s forearms and he looked up into his older lover’s eyes lovingly. “You’re so beautiful Vig,” he sighed, rotating his hips along with Viggo’s thrusts. Viggo’s breath caught in his throat. “I love you,” his whispered as he tilted his head down and gave Orlando a deep, passionate kiss.

He then braced his arms around Orlando’s waist and hoisted the man up into a sitting position, making certain that the two were still joined together. Orlando yelped in surprise but soon his single cry molded into that of pleasure as Viggo thrust up into him. “Vig-go,” Orlando gasped, his voice hitched as his body jolted with the force of Viggo’s thrusts. It was all he could do to clench his arms around Viggo’s neck as he was ridden hard. Viggo grasped Orlando’s hips and pulled them down as he lifted his own. “Oh god,” Orlando sighed, arching his back. The bed creaked and moaned beneath them, but its protests fell upon deaf ears. Viggo quickened his pace, knowing by Orlando’s ragged breathing that his young lover was rapidly reaching his peak. His thrusts became faster and much more powerful. Orlando flung his head back, his mouth dropped open in a silent scream of ecstasy. “Oh fuck,” Viggo moaned; he was close, so close. He thrust up deep, his cock slamming forcefully into Orlando’s prostate. His lover’s eyes flew open, even though they held a daze look, and he let loose a sharp cry. His seed shot from his cock in copious amounts, coating his belly and part of his chest.

Viggo groaned through his teeth at the feeling of Orlando clenching around him spasmodically. ontiontinued to thrust into Orlando though, prolonging the pleasure for the both of them. “I’m coming, baby,” he gasped. With one final thrust, he cried out and spilled himself deep inside Orlando. Orlando smiled weakly at the feeling of warmth spreading inside of him. Viggo sighed and collapsed on top of his lover, still embedded deep inside of him. Orlando chuckled, causing Viggo to raise his head and gaze at him curiously. “It’s always so good,” Orlando breathed out, a light blush coloring his cheeks. “You’re just saying that,” Viggo chided, “besides you haven’t been with any men before me,” he looked suspicious. “Right?” the tone in his voice sounded uncertain. Orlando laughed. “Of course not,” he reassured his lover. Orlando yawned, the orgasmic haze making him sleepy. Viggo gently slipped out of Orlando, ignoring his protests, and plopped down next to him. “I love you Orli,” he murmured, wrapping a protective arm around Orlando. Orlando snuggled into the embrace. “I love you too, Vig,” Orlando yawned. Viggo listened as his lover’s breath evened out; the tell-tale sign that he had fallen into a deep slumber. Viggo smile and closed his eyes. When he awoke the next morning, the smile was still plastered on his face.
*end flashback*

~I believe….
I believe this is heaven to no one else but me
and I’ll defend it as long as
i can be left here to linger in silence
if I chose too
would you try to understand~



Viggo tried to concentrate on the book he was reading, but the incessant beeping of the life-support machine was starting to fray his nerves. Though he knew it wasn’t the machines fault. After all, it was because of the machine that Viggo knew Orlando was still alive and stable. Viggo just needed something to blame for his unease. At least the chair in this hospital room was comfortable. It had been about a week now since the accident. Orlando had drifted in and out of consciousness. It had been noted that he was suffering from a mild concussion aside from his broken bones. But at least he had seen that Viggo, Ian, John and Peter were there with him, and he had acknowledged their presence with a tiny groan. Viggo sighed. [I’m sorry to say that Mr. Bloom will suffer from paralysis from the waist down and may not be able to walk ever again]. The Doctor’s words still continued to ring strong in his ears. It was going to be a bitch to tell Orlando his prognosis.

The door to Orlando’s hospital room and Viggo turned in his seat to see who it was. A small smile graced his face in recognition of the doctor. She returned the smile, stepped in, and quietly shut the door behind her. “How is our patient doing?” she asked, pulling out her clip-board. “He still drifts in and out of consciousness, but for the most part I suspect he’s okay,” Viggo shrugged. Doctor Stockstill nodded and walked over to the side of the bed. Viggo watched as she prodded the I.V bag, checked the life-support machine and jot down notes on her clip-board. “Realistically speaking, how’s he doing?” Viggo questioned, preparing himself for the news. “Well much better, but he’s still a bit pale,” she admitted. “He should come to full consciousness by tomorrow,” she added, sounding hopeful.

Viggo nodded and let out a shaky breath. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” the doctor murmured. Viggo raised a questioning eyebrow at her. “It’s usually the doctor who has to lay it on hard for the patient, but he means something to you,” she observed, looking from Viggo to Orlando. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make is sound less heart-wrenching the way I’m sure you can,” she admitted with a tiny smile. Viggo lowered his eyes. Doctor Stockstill studied him for a few moments and started to leave the room, but Viggo reached out and grasped her wrist, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. “Do you get this a lot? Patients who become paralyzed on any part of their body?” he asked curiously. The doctor seemed thoughtful for a few moments. “Not often, but it never ceases to break my heart when the outcome of paralysis surfaces,” she sighed, leaning against the wall. “It’s happened to my husband before,” the words were uttered so softly that Viggo barely heard them.

He glanced up at her in surprise. The doctor had her eyes closed, reminiscing about that horrible morning with her brow furrowed. “He and his brother were riding one morning. The day was calm and relaxing. For no apparent reason, both of the horses got spooked and they bolted. To make the story short, his brother died and my husband suffered from paralysis. He was crushed under his horse’s weight as well. I was working that day; I was the one who diagnosed him,” Doctor Stockstill’s voice hitched. She sighed and opened her eyes. “He’s still in therapeutics, and getting better,” she smiled gently down at Viggo’s wide-eyed expression. “He no longer suffers from paralysis?” Viggo asked in awe. “No, he still does. But he is gradually gaining feeling and movement back in his legs,” the doctor explained with motioning hands. “How did he do it?” Viggo wanted to know; maybe this method would work for Orlando. “It’s ironic, but he’s doing therapeutic riding,” she smirked.

“Sometimes irony works wonders. The muscle stimulation to grip the horse’s body with the legs helps the blood flow and in turn feeling and motion comes back to the paralyzed area. Sometimes patients say it’s the movement and breathing of the horse that’s therapeutic; sometimes they say it happens all on its own. Either way, it depends on the patient if he or she is once again able to face his or her fear,” the doctor explained simply. Viggo nodded in understanding to each and every one of her words. He then glanced over at Orlando. He wondered if his young lover would be able to face a horse again, after such a traumatic incident. “Well I must be off then,” the doctor sighed. She reached out towards the door handle, but it flew open on its own accord.

“Good morning Mr. Wood,” the doctor greeted a disheveled-looking Elijah. Elijah reached out to shake her hand in greeting, but both were occupied seeing as they were gripping two cups of strong smelling coffee. The doctor smiled and patted his back. “Mr. Wood, Mr. Mortensen,” she dipped her head to each one in a farewell. Elijah handed Viggo his coffee when the door snapped shut behind him and went to take a seat next to his older-costar. “You’ve been in here day in and day out Vig,” Elijah commented, blowing at his coffee before taking a sip. “Don’t you miss a proper bed?” he asked, skeptically eyeing the chair Viggo was sitting on. “They gave me the room next to Orlando’s,” Viggo said, taking a long sip from his cup of black coffee, just the way he liked it to be.

“How is filming going?” Viggo asked through pursed lips, savoring the taste of coffee on his tongue. “Right now Peter is just filming the scenes between Sam and Frodo,” Elijah explained to an attentive Viggo. “He said he was going to hold back the scenes with Gimli, Legolas, and Aragorn for about a month,” he continued on, answering Viggo’s question that he knew was coming. “A month,” Viggo muttered to himself. “What then? Does the press know? Will they find a replacement?” the questions shot themselves from Viggo’s mouth like bullets. “No the press doesn’t know yet, Peter didn’t want to comment on it until next month. But until then, I don’t know what’s going to happen,” Elijah sighed somberly, “but I know one thing for sure. Everyone misses our little elf,” he added, and shot a sad smile towards Orlando.

“What did the doc say?” Elijah asked, sounding hopeful for good news. “He should regain consciousness by tomorrow,” Viggo informed him. “Oh that’s fantastic!” Elijah gasped. A big smile spread across his features and he sipped his coffee contentedly. It might have been fantastic for everyone, but Viggo wasn’t too sure that Orlando would be happy himself upon finding out he might not be able to ever walk again. [Sometimes irony works wonders]. Viggo glanced over at Orlando, and sipped at his coffee thoughtfully.

~Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
the mold that clings like desperation~


Finis! Yeah the sex scene was kinda weak; I was blushing the whole time I wrote it. >.<
It’s the first time I wrote a sex scene between two guys, but hey I tried to make it sound erotic. Thanks for the reviews Rutaari and Nariel_Skye! I love both of your works. Next chapter will be up shortly! It’s when Orlando finally comes to full consciousness and Viggo must tell him about his paralysis. Orlando tries to cope with his life in future chapters. More sticky sticky hot hot in future chapters as well. Thanks for reviewing and please continue to do so! (this chapter wasn’t as long as I hoped it to be, but oh well).