Heaven in Your Eyes

Chap: 25


"Bloom!" He pounded again. "Get your fucking arse outta that bed. I don't care how *busy* you are I ain't leavin, so you might as well.."

"You sure you wanna be doin that mate?"

"Oh, hi." Elijah gave Chris a curt acknowledgment twentwent to knock again. His hand slowly lowered as the look of shock increased. "What are you doin out here?"

Chris tried hard not to laugh, "I'm just on my way out. I have a flight to catch, but here," he handed an envelope to him, "I was gonna drop it by the desk, but since your here, would you mind seein Orlando gets it?"

"But your.. I heard."

"Yeah," he paused behind Elijah as he made to leave, leaning a little to let his lowered voice be heard, "That would probably be the scary boyfriend with the x-ray vision."

"Shit!" He stepped back, bumped into Chris. The man steadied him with a hand at each shoulder.
"Let go, we gotta.." The words died as the door flung open freezing them both in place.

Hair sticking at odd angles, sleep laden eyes and a sheet griped haprdlyrdly around hips, took nothing away from the mans intimidating presence as Viggo's low growl greeted them. "This better be good Wood."

He tried stepping back again, but Chris was holding him in place like a shield. "It's good man, it's all good. I was uh.. just.. shit Vig I didn't.."

Orlando's sleepy voice floated in to interrupt. "Who is it Vig?"

"Mornin mate; Chris teased; Sleep well did ya?"

"Perrrrfect." Orlando stretched his tired body, making the word purr like a well sated cat. Viggo's decidedly proud smirk slipped into place as Chris snickered and Elijah just turned redder. "Your leavin mate?"

"Yeah gorgeous I'm headed out." Chris said without thinkin. "Ring me when your back?" His eyes were drawn to Viggo's narrowing ones as the man shifted in the doorway.

"If I'm still talkin to traitorous chickens then, you'll hear from me."

"Lucky thing for you I am, I think." Orlando's muffled laugh and Chris's wink softened Viggo's gaze somewhat and he chanced extending a timid hand. "I'd like to say it was pleasure Viggo." Vig released the door long enough to give the brit's hand a brief shake. "But in truth it was a little scary."

Elijah choked on a laugh and Viggo gave the other man a genuine smile. "Maybe next time we'll meet under less.. strenuous circumstances."

"Deal mate. Give it to him." Chris nudged Lij's arm. "Would you mind?"
Viggo turned the envelope to see Orli's scrawled name and nodded. "Well, gotta jet.. literally. Thank sleeping beauty for an interesting trip for me will ya?" He called back over his shoulder before disappearing into the elevator.

Elijah's smile faded when he turned back to Viggo's questioning gaze.
"You interrupted because.."

"Hey, there might not have been anything to interrupt had it not been for me!" His tone bordered on indignant til he realized Vig was teasing him. "All right, I'm outta here. I don't know why I bother with you two, I swear.."
Viggo waited til he was a few steps away. "Elijah."

He looked back over his shoulder, already grinning.

"Thanks." Viggo said almost too soft to hear. The former ring bearer winked and strutted away - ten feet tall.

"What the bloody hell they doin here at six-thirty in the mornin besides bein pests?"

"Mm, that was it I think." He pulled the sheet back over Orlando as he slid in beside him. "There's a letter for you on your dresser."

He twisted fully on his back so he could see Viggo. "A secret admirer? Okay I.. ah stop.. stop I give!" He pried Vig's tickling fingers from his ribs then sighed dramatically. "I guess it's the dear john letter I was expecting.. sniff. he's truly leaving me. Viiig! Come on luv.. stop tickling me." His fingers laced through Viggo's only to have the man roll half atop him and pin his hand next to his head on the bed.
"Yeah.. that's better." He smiled into Viggo's smoldering eyes. "Much better things to do to my body than *poke* at it with.. your fingers."
He quirked a brow questioningly and Viggo grinned, shifting his hips.
"Uhh.. yeah.. that's it." His hips thrust automatically into the touch.

"Why was he really here baby.. you never told me?" His hips slid off so he could twist enough to bathe a dusky nipple with his tongue before drawing it's peak in to his mouth.
"Oh.., to stop me. No .. don't stop. He was sposed to.. keep me.. from this.. jeeeesus Vig!" His body reacted with tremors as Viggo's hand raced from his knee straight up between his cheeks and pressed.
"You wanted to be kept from this?" His finger teased the entrance as he placed hot firm kisses along his neck.
"Young.. foolish." He panted, trying to wriggle further under Viggo. "Fuck! Just don't answer it."
"What?" Vig grabbed the annoying thing without thinking.
"Viggo?" Peter questioned.
"Yeah, um, sorry. What's up?"
"That's odd, I thought I rung Orlando's room. Anyway, there's been a change. I need everyone down here in fifteen for the shots, will that be a problem?"
He looked down just as tip of his cock vanished into Orlando's mouth and tried to avoid sighing directly into the phone. "I need a shower, but I'll be down straight after."
"Great! Thanks Viggo, let me see if I can reach Orlando then."

He hung up, leaving his hand on the receiver. Orlando raised his eyes as it rang again. "That's going to be PJ. Should I tell him your busy?"

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"Your makin me nauseous bouncin like that." Dom tried, but couldn't force his eyes away.

Orli flicked him an annoyed glance. "Stop watchin."
"Can't," his eyes swept the small makeshift room, "Your the only thing movin in here."
"Close you eyes."
"That's worse, I can hear it then."
"Well, I didn't pour all that alcohol down ya mate."
"Then who did?"
"Shh, listen."
The large meeting room had been partitioned into smaller, semi-private rooms, with the life like posters from last nights premier serving as the backdrops to photograph against, as well as the walls themselves. If you were quiet you could here the other's interviews. And Orlando thought he heard Viggo.
"What are you so nervous about?"
"Shh! Not nervous. Just want outta here," he whispered, "Now be quiet."
"What are these shots for again?"
Orli and Lij both rolled their eyes at the still half drunk hobbit.
"The group was for later promos. Have you got that?" He waited til Dom smiled. "These other tidbits are just for magazines and.. whatever they feel like really."
"So what magazines are here again?"
Orlando refused to even turn around, so Elijah nudged Dom and mouthed, "Watch."
"Well, I heard Time, GQ and Entertainment weekly was here. But the one clamoring for our Elf here is Teen Idol. You know the one whose motto is 'Up close and nude interviews for the rabid fan in you!' "
"Why.. you bloody little..."
"Mr. Bloom, Mr. Wood. They're ready for you."
"Ha!" Elijah skipped in front of the man, out of harms way.
Orlando scowled at his back, then at Dom who continued laughing hard enough to cause hiccups. He smiled to himself letting his arm stretch behind him as he went through the opening and flipped Dom the finger. Then he grinned ear to ear as the thud of Dom falling off the chair, still laughing, reached their ears.

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He waited and waited, fidgeted, and waited some more. 'Damn it! Vig said wait here. Hadn't he? Maybe he's still here.' He edged near one the partitioned rooms and peaked in, empty. He worked his way towards the back of the room, nothing. He was about to step in the last one when something caught his ear. He waited like Legolas for a full minute before curiosity bettered him and he peaked round the corner.
The sight of him boiled his blood. A rage so sharp and intense it left him shaking. That scared him. No, one person, had ever angered him like that. He knew it would just be best if he left. His disgusted sniff alerted the other, who'd been leaned back, feet propped on the table relaxing, to his presence.

"Well, look what the snake drug in." Karl practically leered at Orlando.
"Really, you mean *you* drug me in here?" Eyes rolled in disgust and he turned to go.
"What'sa matter sweetie?" Karl called after him. "Hoping to watch me and Viggo since he won't give it you any more?"
He backed back in the room slowly and turned to face him. Arms crossed almost casually across his chest, eyes raked over the man with definite distaste. "So you and Viggo.. you have a good time last night?" His manner almost bordering on friendly.
Karl sighed, shaking his head as if dealing with an imbecile. "Why ya think I'm so friggin tired."
"Porkin Miss Piggy." He stated evenly and shrugged. "How the fuck should I know."
"Come on now, no need for jealousy. You pretty boys can't have everything you want."
"Thank you Karl. For the compliment I mean. Cause you see, this *princess* wasn't that your pet name for me? Well, my fairy tail came true last night you sick fuck. It was my bed Viggo stayed in last night, *without* sleeping." He would have laughed at the shocked look if he wasn't so mad and if Karl doing a quick rise from the chair and toppling it was meant to intimidate, Orli didn't blink.
"He must have just come for his little slut when he.."
"Shut the fuck up Urban! Stop embarrassing yourself. It's pathetic. Your sick fucking games over, gig's up! Vig and I know!"
"Just what do you think you know, you know nothing!" Orlando saw the fear before he busied himself righting the chair and he stepped up, leaning both hands on the small table with a glare that made evil look pretty.
"Lies, manipulating, deceit! Where did it get you, what did you get I should say. A kiss that *my lover* despises and regrets to this day! And not just us, you lied to others that called you mate. Was it worth it? Did you really think to get away with forever. And after two bloody fucking years didn't you get the hint? Viggo's not fucking interested!" He was almost shouting, definitely growling, he no longer cared. The nerve of this ass!
"If you'd a kept your little pansy ass out of the way I'd have got what I wanted from your precious Viggo!" His sneer so lecherous and tone so hateful it actually shocked. "Cause all I really wanted was to fuck him!
Don't look so shocked princess! You think I give a fuck if he knows? Mr. high and mighty, so fucking perfect, everybody loves me King!"
Orlando was shaking his head in disbelief. "You don't know Viggo at all you sodding ass wipe!"
"Who said I wanted to know him. Know how to get to him, yes! And it was sooo easy. You know he was stupid enough to leave his house unlocked while you were shooting helms deep. And god! Thought I'd fucking died an gone to heaven when I listened to the answering machine. Getting tested! How absolutely sickening of the little lovebirds!"
"Yes, you physco fuck *we are* and you nearly destroyed that! Do you have any.."
"Get over it Bloom! Get the message. I just wanted to be able to say I had piece of that ass. But you," he turned his lecherous gaze on Orlando, "I shoulda went after your delectable ass instead of your cunt boyfriend!"

The next thing they knew the life-like poster opened between Merry and Pippin and a disgraced horse lord spilled to the floor. Orlando came through the hole he'd knocked him through still shouting. "Don't you ever... oh, fuck."
Karl was so busy glaring at Orli he failed to see the audience that had gathered behind him. "You bloody British trollop. I'm gonna.."
"Stay the fuck down," a booted foot caught his shoulder, forcing him back down, if you have one brain cell left you'd like to keep, that is!"
He knew before looking into glacial blue eyes who was holding him down. Then his eyes caught the movement of tense shuffling, his head fell back in defeat, seeing, well, who wasn't there would have been easier.
Viggo centered his foot on Karl's chest and used it to step across to Orlando.
keeping his back to the man on the floor and blocking his view from his young lover.
"You okay?" He whispered
He nodded, rosy cheeks, glossed over, excited eyes. "A bit embarrassed."
Viggo cupped his cheeks, making him hold eye contact. "Why? For doing what I was planning on?"
"No. I.. wish you hadn't heard those things. He' a nasty lying creep."
"I'm glad I did, glad everyone did. We can be through with him for good now. He's finished himself in this circle of friends."
He smiled, nodding again, "Your right. Can we get outta here now?"
A small sigh of relief escaped and he wrapped an arm across Orli's shoulders and hugged him as he moved to lead them around Karl's still prone form.
"Remind me not to piss you off."
He shrugged under Viggo's arm and smile. "You took too long in comin, I got bored."
Amongst the snickering faces, Karl saw the reason for Viggo's evident delay as Craig stepped out from behind Ian with a frown. The one that made him groan however, was the distinct of his *former* boss. "When you can manage to pull yourself together Mr. Urban. My room, as in five minutes ago. And FYI. It would be 'Rent Boy' not 'Trollop'!" PJ walked out, clearly expecting to be followed, but he didn't move until Vig and Orli were long gone.

"We missed breakfast." He reminded Orlando as they stepped from the lift. "Want to call for something?" Orli shook his head while searching for his key. "Not hungry." He raised the card to swipe it and Viggo's hand reached around to rub his belly. "I know your hungry, I hear it rumbling." He teased. Orlando tensed, catching the hand under his when Viggo meant to pull away. "I've less than three hours luv," he eyed the hall both ways then slid Viggo's hand down over denim cased steel. "There's only one thing I'm hungry lover.. you."
"Don't you have that door open yet!"

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He crawled up the bed until he was hovering over Orlando making him smile. "Now, where were we before life so rudely interrupted us?" "I had a hard-on reachin for the moon and a brain floatin in space. You expect me to remember that?"
Viggo glanced down, then eyed him seriously. "The moon? Don't you think your exaggerating just a teensy bit."
"I.. blow me Vig."
"Mmm, nice. But I don't think that's where we were."
He moved between his spread thighs, lavishing attention on one, then teasing the other nipple to full attention, sending a slow, crawling shiver down his spine. The burning, deep-felt tingle, difficult to ignore. His lips continued their liaison with his skin, working their way up the soft smooth throat, brushing lightly over the jaw.
Orlando ran his hands reverently along the cock bobbed above his, moaning at the feel of it, searching blindly for his lips. And Viggo kissed him with a languid thoroughness. Deep, possessive, luring Orlando to loose himself in the warmth of those velvety lips, intensifying his need to have Viggo inside him.

"They cleaned.. don't know." Orli whispered, realizing he was searching for the lube.
Viggo drug his mouth down over ribs, straight across a hipbone with a growl that made him shudder and arch for more. He looked up when he felt the hands hook around the back of his knees, pushing his legs up and apart. By the time his tongue was running down the trembling inner thigh, Orlando's head thrashed lightly on the pillow. Not sure how much more of this sweet torture his body could endure after their all night love -- fest. But his body felt on it's own, surrendering in sublime response to Viggo's every touch.
A hand slipped under his lower back, urging, and he lifted to allow Vig to slip the pillow under him. This put his lips close enough to feel every puff of warm breath that lingered over his entrance, while fingers swirled around every inch of oversensitive skin on his lower body. He struggled to maintain clarity, but the instant Viggo's long hot tongue slid into him the room faded out and back to focus.
Sucking, entering, flicking at the tender flesh with his tongue, while fingertips continued their maddening, feather-light swirls until his body vibrated from the almost unbearable pleasure. Then his legs were loosed, Viggo's hip pressing against one. The bed dipped as his arm slid under a shoulder until fingers rested at his neck. He focussed enough to see Viggo guiding himself into place, holding his cock til the swollen head slipped in. Their eyes locked on Orli's sharp intake of breath. His hand soothed over the young man's hip, inching in further til he was sure it was pleasure and not pain that had him groaning softly. Then his hand hooked the hip, pulling as he thrust them together. Images faded in and out as bodies slid together. He wanted to watch Viggo love him, witness the pleasure it gave him, but his own pleasure was just too intense. Even when Viggo's mouth opened his, sliding his tongue deep inside, he knew his lover was still watching, and he let go. Let Viggo see every nuance of passion he raised so easily within him. He became aware of that hand never leaving his hip. It separated most of their bodies, save for a tongue and mouth dipping in to add extra pleasure, and the intimate interlocking of their flesh below. He seemed to control their love making from that point of contact. Using it to pull Orli to him, to keep himself half-propped to one side, witnessing every slide and it's every effect on his lovers cock. Then his head would dip again to taste the sweat glistened neck or the lips that were moaning what could have been his name. When his tongue parted them again Orlando drew him in, slid a hand over his shoulder and tangled fingers in hair, kissing him like it would never be enough. That controlling hand slipped, slid under his hip, Viggo rocked them together in a slow sensual slide that had him silently begging with every deep thrust for more. His legs spread wider, his hand pushing at the small of Viggo's back, and he knew his young lover was close. He gripped tighter, released his lips to let his own moaning lips rest next to Orlando's ear. He pulled out slowly, letting him feel every throbbing inch, then slammed in again and again until they became nothing but short, erratic thrusts and harsh ragged breaths -- He knows he's losing control. Orli's moaning loudly and biting at his neck, then he gasps out "kiss me" and he came just as Viggo's tongue entered his mouth. And he's making the most glorious sounds as he cums, gasping his lover's name against his lips, Viggo can't help but follow him to the edge and the next plunge pushes him over. He all but collapsed on top of Orli, the young man clinging through the quiet shudders that wracked them both until he was melting bonelessly beneath him.
"Vig?" He questioned when the mans breath finally evened out.
"Hmm.." He nuzzled the ear next to his lips and kissed the soft spot below it. "Want me to get off?"
He'd already softened and slipped out, but they were so perfect together and so warm he didn't want to move.
"I want you to tell me how I'm supposed to live without this now that I have you back?"
Viggo did move then, a quick flip that changed their positions and left Orlando blinking. Viggo soothed his hands up and down the still warm dewy skin of his back wondering the same thing.
"We've been separated. We've survived without loving.."
"I'm not talking about sex Vig. I'm.."
"I'm not either and no I don't think that's all you want from me. We've been apart not knowing if we'd ever be here.. at this point again. At least now.. I know I have the right to hold you the next time, To whisper how much I love you in your ear. We know we have each other to come back to."
"I'm sorry luv, I didn't mean to make you sad too." He slid off and let himself be wrapped in Viggo's embrace. "This night's just not been long enough.. I'm gonna miss you is all." "I'm not sad baby. You'll have time off over the holidays. Your in and out of LA a lot and.. when you need me.. you have my number. If you use it.. I'll find you, no matter what.. okay?"
He nodded and trembled, Viggo knew he was on the verge of tears. Hell, he was there himself. He hugged him closer and stroked some unruly curls. "We'll work it out love, you'll see. Just promise me one thing?"
He was hoping Orlando would look up at him but he only nodded again, staying securely in the mans arms. "No more mowhawks."
He pulled back slow away from Viggo, who by now had his face sternly set.
"You lied? You didn't like my hair then?"
"Of course not. Your beautiful in.. or out of anything." He reached up and threaded his fingers through the thick, mussed up curls, smiling as sweetly as one could with an underlying agenda.
"Then.. why?"
Viggo tugged slightly on the curls, one brow raising as if that answered everything. "It's too early in the morning for this shit Vig. Out with it. Why didn't you like my mowhawk?"
He pulled, forcing Orlando gently down until there lips were next to each others. "I liked it baby. But when you were like this, leaning over me, the feel of it sliding against my back as you made love to me. Quite a turn on."
"No mormow." Was all Viggo heard mumbled out, before Orlando took his mouth with a force he never had before and Viggo happily surrendered.

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2/03/03

He stirred his reheated tea and opened the last of them, determined to get through them in one night....


Orlando, 10/28/02

I wasn't going to write you again. But you walked out of my party so fast I didn't have a chance to thank you for the gift. I'm wearing it now. If it's possible, it makes me think of you even more.
One stupid mistake seems to have torn us apart. We've left so many things unspoken between us. I know you still care about me baby. I know you wouldn't make love with me the way you do, if there wasn't something still there. Please don't remain silent. Tell me what's going on.

Some are telling me to get over you, that it's been too long, time to let go. My heart's fighting them every step of the way Orlando.
I know it's crazy how I still can feel your kiss. Sometimes I lie awake, not knowing how I'll get through another night alone. But the thought of hearing your voice, finding what I once saw in your eyes. To feel your arms around me offering their warmth just once more.

All that night we made love in the moonlight. Do you remember?
Were we really so unaware what caused that passion de ude us?
I still can't believe everything fell apart like it did.
I found my heaven in your eyes Orlando. I won't allow the angels to fall from our skies that easily. You walked away with my heart baby.
I'm not going to walk away from you without one last try.

I'll see you in LA
Love in dreams until then,
Vig

"Lo"
"Hey baby.. you okay?"
"Hi luv. I'm fine."
"Did you finish them?"
"Yeah."
"I wish you would have just tossed them damn it! I can hear the sadness in your voice. It makes me crazy I can't be there with you."

"They were important enough for you to write once Vig. You know I woulda went insane not knowing. I had to read them."
He picked up an envelope that had fallen by the bed. A long forgotten slip of paper fluttered to the carpet.
"I really am fine luv. They just showed me how much you continued to love me through that whole mess, and Vig, letters or no, I'm crazy here without you too."
"Two weeks?"
"Two weeks luv."
"Get some rest baby. You sound beat."
"I love you Vig. I will, I promise."
"Love you to Orlando, just one thing I'd like you to try though."
"That is?"
"Smile."
"It's not bad enough you read my thoughts, now you can see across oceans?"
"That's more like it. I can hear your smile now."
"G'night luv."
"Dream well love."

He stared at the paper for an eon, which equaled about one minute, before giving in and unfolding the brittle edges with care.

Orli -- don't be mad. I couldn't find it by your spelling so I asked Vig.
It's two words, not one. They mean 'My love'
Don't get mad again, but Vig wants to write somethin here and I promised I won't look but I'm sure it's not bad, right?

I don't know any fancy way to tell you this Orlando, so I'll state it in plain truth.
The day you walked into my arms and my life, was the day you became my life. I think I'm in love with you my precious Elf. I can only hope you feel the same.
Your Ranger,
Viggo


His fingers traced the faded paper before folding the memory away. Hoping never to forget, just prefering to live for the memories they would make, from their tomorrows yet to come.
"I do feel the same Vig.. I do."

End