Conversion

Authors: Ashlar, Numinous Nyx, Sijon, & Zoe
Authors' Notes: Viggo was written by Ashlar, Orli was written by Nyx, Ian was written by Sijon, and The Original Female Character and the waiter were written by Zoe


Thank you Kiriou aou are simply the best *hugs *

[Viggo]

I feel the anger rising as I watch him standing there. What an asshole he is. And at the same time, what pure seduction! Like a black rose among red ones. A sinful seduction, I know, but the less he cares about me staring at him, the more I want him. Really WANT him. I don't care if he is into women, I don't care what the aftermaightight be, but I know that I will make this boy mine no matter the price.

He drowns his drink and all I can think of is my lips on his, following each drop of whiskey down his very throat. I know that he has the body of an Adonis, I have seen it often enough... wet, exhausted and still right out of the most passionate daydream. And as soon as I lay my fingers on his skin, he will suffer sweet pain, more than he has ever suffered in his young life... cos all he knows is the touch of a woman. Young women, beautiful women, yeah, but still - women. What he needs now, what he deserves, is a
strong hand upon him, someone to show him what it's like to suffer, what it's like to beg... even what it's like to get hurt. He might even like it...

I look over to the girl who is standing behind the bar, watching us, trying to look busy. She knows what Orli has done. And still she remains silent. Is it because he is famous? Because he is Orlando Bloom? Or does she secretly hope that someone will take care of that and punish him? Show him his place, which is definitely bottom!! Geez, Viggo, what are you up to! I shake my head and look at Ian. He knows, and he doesn't approve. Not at all. Damn him. This is between Orl and and me. And it's about time that someone made a move!

"Well, guys, I think we're done here, right?"

I get up and gesture for Ian and Orli to follow me. Orli seems to be glad to leave this place. But I'm sure
if he knew what I have in mind for him, he'd rather stay in this bar...

"Where are we going?" he asks with an unsure grin, and all I give him is a reassuring smile.

"We're gonna have some fun!"

"Fun?"

He frowns. Yeah, as if you didn't have enough fun last night in the train... But not the fun you're thinking of, honey. I grab his arm and lead him out of the room.

"Yeah, fun."

The corridor is empty, and when we leave the elevator and enter the third floor, there's still no one around except the three of us. I know that the hobbits are in their rooms, playing chess or whatever, analsoalso know that Ian must be very tired, though he would never admit it. When I turn around
to face him, I catch his glance... 'Don't.' that's what it tells me, but I know damn well what I'm doing. Not this time, daddy. So I just smile and push the dark-haired boy from Canterbury further, straight to the door to my room. "We need to talk, Orlando." I tell him, ignoring the depreciative look on Ian's face.

"Talk?" Orli asks annoyed, "'bout what? I'm tired, exhausted."

Yeah right, exhausted. Drunk is more suitable, sweetheart. But not too drunk to remember what's gonna happen soon...

"Talk?" That's Ian's voice behind me, as I push the key into the keyhole.

"Didn't you just say something about fun?"

I turn around. "Yes, I did."

A treacherous smile escapes my lips but I manage to turn it into a boyish grin before the old man notices.

"But I'd like to talk to Orli beforehand, if you don't mind.... alone."


[Ian]
"I don't think so, Viggo. Whatever you have planned with Orlando he should be sober for this, shouldn't he?"

"Ian, I..."

"He should. Don't you agree?" I ask him with a low, dangerous voice.

My look pierces the younger man and Viggo backs off two steps automatically.

"I thought so. Orlando, come with me."

"Bu'... the paaarty..."

"Tomorrow, son."

"Ian, stop it, not so fast."

It is Viggo I heard behind me. I turn around again as I am not about to give in.

"It is best that you leave now, Viggo, for you and for Orli. Cool down and think about what you want to do. Whatever you have planned to do you still have to look in your son's eyes."

It is obvious that Viggo dislikes my intervention but he remains silent and lets me go. I push Orlando in my room and make him sit down on the sofa.

"Stay here and as soon as you are sober again you can leave and get up to whatever you want."

It is late and I am tired as well so I had better go to bed too.


[Orlando]
I stare into the darkness of the room. I feel a little bit dizzy. Well, a little bit "very" dizzy, for the second time within twenty-four hours. Good boy, Orlando. I can hear myself giggling a little. I try to sort my thoughts. Damn, not easy. Seems that everything is spinning around. I sit up again. I can hear Ian snoring. Great. First he wants me to come with him and now he sleeps. Boring genteel bastard.

Alright then, what can I do now? I wanna have fun. I wanna go to Viggo's room and have fun. He promised we will have fun. Wanna got to Viggo's room, have fun and more drinks. Hell yes, I'm really a little squiffy. But I'm not too drunk to go and have fun. Just, what was that Viggo meant with "talking"? Fun. That's what I want. Talking is no fun. But talking is also not poetry. Good. Poetry is not talking. I shudder when another interesting idea crosses my mind. Shit, Bloom, get sober again. It will be you Vig Viggo Mortensen in one room. Talking. I love Viggo's voice. He can talk someone to orgasm, really. I'm fucking not in men. No. I'm straight. And I'm not like Atti. I'm utterly straight but his voice is full of sex.

Well, chicken, you will never ever find it out what "talking" means to Viggo if you don't get up and go to his bloody room. I still pause. What will Ian think if I leave? He is not a fool. He will know where I went. But Ian is sleeping and I'm old enough. He won't notice it before tomorrow morning. I will explain it. Somehow. Anyway, what was that between them tonight? There was something. Something I didn't notice earlier. It looked as they would share a secret, a wicked secret. I can hear myself sigh and I am startled as it is louder than I expected. Who the fuck cares what they share? As long as I don't have to share Ian's bed everything is pretty fine.

And, fuck, I'm NOT drunk.

I'm on the way to Viggo's room now. As I walk down the corridor I remember the look of this girl down in the bar. Hell, what was that? I try to remember something. There was something in her eyes, this little glint which wants to tell me "you know me, it is your guilt". I shrug my shoulders and shake my head to banish the memory. Don't fucking know her. Stupid girl.

The first knock hits Viggo's door. I feel nervous and fidgety in anticipation to more fun hours and some more drinks. I'm a creature of the night, starkly active during the late hours of the day. I love the night and parties and fun. Viggo doesn't but hell he invited me. His idea, not mine. So get used to it now, man. The door opens and Viggo's grey eyes met my brown ones. Can't tell if he looks really pleased to see me. He raises an eyebrow in question. Fucking let me in, mate. It was you who offered additional fun.

"Said somethin' about fun... ready to go, filthy human?"

I remember the joke we shared during filming. I give him another wide smile. I know that no one can refuse me anything when I smile like that. And I use this smile as often as possible.


[Viggo]
That smile again. Oh, how I love that smile, but right now I need to focus my thoughts on something else. He's come back. Good.

When Ian dragged him away half an hour ago, I was close to losing my temper. Who the hell does he think he is! When I say I want to talk to him, ALONE, that is exactly what I'll do, right? Talk. So why does Ian insist on Orli being sober for that? Well, he probably didn't believe me. How right he was... Luckily, I know Orli. He wouldn't want to miss any fun. And yeah, fun is what we're going to have!

"'Course I'm ready, elf-boy." I answer with an insidious grin. "But like I said... first, we're gonna have a little talk. Just the two of us."

Orli's smile fades a little, but before he can change his mind, I grab his arm and pull him into my room. He doesn't show much resistance, so I close the door and turn around to look at him. I've had plenty of time to think about how I'm going to trounce him, when he was in Ian's room, but now all the possibilities seem to battle inside my head. Lines of my poems come to my mind, lines about pain and anger, about sin and lust, and eventually, about love. Love? No. It's not love I feel for him. I wish I knew what it is.

Anyway.

"Orlando..." My voice is deep, deeper than I intended. "Are you alright?"

Now, the smile has vanished. He looks at me, puzzled, unsure what it is I'm after.

"Sure, Vig. I'm fine."

"Good!"

Slowly, I take a step forward and pause just a couple of inches before him.

"Good...." I repeat, then I force myself to move on, until I touch him.

I see his body stiffening, his tension rising and the smell of his skin, combined with the alcohol makes me feel dizzy.

'Go ahead, Viggo, seduce him,', the voice inside me yells, 'show him what it's like with a man. A real man.'

Seduce him? Hell, I was going to punish him, not give him a good time, even though he's probably never done that before. No, I'm sure he has never let a man touch him, let alone lay hands on a man himself. And maybe that's exactly what I should do now... lay my hands on him. Make him freak out. And then... A mischievous smile is dancing on my lips, as a I imagine what he would do if I treated him the same way he has treated the girl. But first, I need to know what happened in the train.

I'm right behind him now. I smell him. Can almost feel him. My eyes scan every inch of his neck. His curly hair, falling in strange patterns down on his soft skin. And once again, I lower my voice.

"So, what exactly where you doing in the train, Orlando?" I ask bluntly, and I can see little curls of his hair moving, caused by my breath.

So close. So damn close. He straightens.

"Don't fucking know what you're talking about, Vig."

"Oh yes, you do..."

I force myself to stay calm, although I'd rather push him against the wall, rip off his shirt and...- NO. Cool it, Viggo. Too soon. I want to hear it from him first. I want him to admit it.

"Why don't you tell me?"

I go on, moving even closer, yet still without touching him.

"Do you think it would surprise me? Shock me? Make me mad?"

A short laugh escapes my lips.

"I'm not shocked that easily, Orlando. So just go ahead and tell me."

No answer. Well, fine with me...

"Alright then..."

I smile, deliberately breathing softly against his skin.

"Then I am going to tell YOU. Every single step. Everything you did to her."

I pause, but still, he doesn't respond. He just stands there, frozen, not knowing what to do. And surely not believing that I'm serious. But hell, I am.

Now, I put forth my hands and touch his hips. He jerks at the touch, but relaxes a little, as I let my hands rest there without further movements.

"I will tell you exactly what you did that made that girl stare at you the way she did."

I murmur, and then, suddenly, I tighten my grip around his hips and pull him close to me, his butt right against my pants.

"Or you'd rather have me showing it to you...?"

He jerks around.

"Viggo, what the fuck...-"

He stares at me, a mixture of confusion and anger in his wide brown eyes, and I know that this is
the only chance I'm going to get. Sure, I'm stronger than he is, but he is drunk, and as soon as he knows that I'm not about to play, he's gonna fight. Before he can do anything about it, I grab his wrists and push him backwards to the desk at the wall.

"Fuck. Yeah, that's exactly it, isn't it!!"

I'm over him. Pushing him down, with his back on the wooden desk.

"You fucked her. Dammit, you raped her, didn't you!" I can hardly control my voice. "And now, I'm gonna myou you pay!"


[Orlando]
I feel Viggo's grip, the tension of his body and I hear his words but don't understand a single word. And here it is... fuck. My eyes are widening in surprise and... shock. I find myself pushed against the desk. Damn, he is serious.

"Fucking bullshit, Viggo! Leave me alone! Don't you dare put your hands on me. I know bloody well that you are into both, men and women, but I'm not. So stop this fucking crap! That's not damn funny anymore."

All I get as a response is a sarcastic laugh before his lips gag me as they cover my mouth. Rough and hard.

I gasp for air as his body rubs against mine. I can feel his arousal. Okay, I have a problem, Bloom. Make him stop. And hell, get sober, you ARE drunk. Again I hear Viggo's hissing voice.

"I ask you once more: was it like that in the train? Were your kisses as hard as mines? Did you rape her?"

Here she is again. The girl from the bar, staring at me and although I can't remember her face I KNOW really that she was with me in the train and the words I speak are spoken by another guy. It's not me. It's like a reflex.

"Damn, Viggo. Leave me alone. Don't blame me for what happened. She begged for it. She wanted it!"

Still Viggo pushes me against the desk, the wall right behind me. I lie beneath him with spread legs like a willing sex toy which I'm not. I can't use my hands to hit him as he still clutches my wrists. Our gazes lock and I can see the wildness in his eyes. I knew that Viggo could be scary but now for the first time I'm afraid of him. I know he can see it in my gaze as my brown eyes are nearly black and full of fear. My lips quiver a little while I'm thinking of a way out of this bad fucking situation.

"You promised another drink and fun, Viggo. That's no fun!" Hell, I sound like a weepy child. Of course he is not interested to hear that I don't think it's fun.

"Same fun for you as for the girl, Orlando." I tremble. As always when Viggo is using my full name.

[Viggo]
"She wanted it??" I can't believe what I just heard. "You arrogant son of a bitch! You really think that you're so damn irresistible, don't you! That everybody wants to fuck you! Dammit!"

I hear my voice flip over, feel my strained body, and once again I press my lips on his, longing to scare him, but longing even more to feel him. Fuck him. Yes, that's exactly what I want. His smell is all around me. God, he IS irresistible!!

I feel my cock rubbing painfully against my pants. Never before have I been this close to him. And my body can't help but react. Orli stares at me, and the panic in his eyes makes me want him even more. Against his will, I try to open his lips, demanding entrance to his mouth. When he denies me, I tighten the grip around his wrists, demonstrating that resistance is useless. I lay my full weight on him, and the moment, he catches breath, I break through, force apart his teeth, and let my tongue find its way into his mouth.

At once, he tries to fight me. Tries to free his hands to hit me, struggles beneath me to get me off of him. But I'm stronger. And heavier. And determined not to let him go. Regardless, I conquer him, let my tongue explore every inch of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, drowning every sound of despair that escapes his throat. So hot... so hot. So close. I feel my heart beating, my swollen organ palpitating, and before I can fully realize what I'm doing I let go of his wrist, grab the paper knife on the desk and hold it against his throat.

"Fight and it's gonna hurt!" I hiss threateningly and lift my head. "Did she fight, too? Did she try to bite, to scratch, to flee..??" I stare at him, full of anger and lust. "How did you control her? Did you hit her? Or was she so scared that she didn't even dare move?" I press the knife against his skin. "I won't leave you alone unless you tell me."


[Orlando]
I feel his tongue in my mouth and I try to bite him but I can't. It's not working. And then I feel the knife against my throat. I freeze. I hold my breathe but just for a second. I can hear his words and I see this damn grin at his face while he speaks. I try to ignore his hard cock rubbing against my body. I don't feel anything. I don't wanna feel anything. No I'm in girls. I'm straight so fucking leave me alone.

I give in.

"Okay..."

My voice is nothing but a husky whisper. My heart is beating like hell and I'm short of breath. Fuck. Time. I need time. Come on, Bloom, show him your smile again.

"Wait... Viggo! Please... wait."

I start to take another deep breath but stop immediately as I feel the cold steel at my throat.

"Take it away... please."

I don't fucking plead for anything normally but I think this is the perfect moment to start. Dammit Viggo. I hate you for this really. Although I beg he isn't reacting. He still holds the knife against my throat and I bet that if I take another breath the blade will cut my skin.

"Tell me."

I can hear his commanding voice and there is again the vision of a girl in the train. I can see her gaze full of fear but she does not scream. I can see my hands on her throat, choking her and keeping her silent. As silent as Viggo keeps me with the knife. Fuck.

"Alright, I'm gonna tell you, Viggo."

My voice sounds shaky and whiny. Damn fear. But I can feel him relax a little.

As he does so Viggo moves a little away from me. And here it is: the room I need to react. I tuck up my legs and push him from the side as well as I can from my lower position. Viggo struggles and I manage to free my hands and get up and away from the desk.

[Viggo]
The kick makes me move sideways and out of his range. I didn't expect him to kick, thought he was scared enough not to move. At the same time, I feel the anger rising in me. Wrong move, Orlando...! No one kicks me, especially not you!

I go after him. He's heading for the door, but I'm quicker. I grab his shoulders and turn him around.

"Stay where you are!" I snarl at him. "Or you'll regret it!"

He freezes, yet stares at me with rage, determined not to let me have it my way. Well, buddy, we shall see... Without warning, I push him sideways onto the bed. He almost stumbles, and falls on the sheets with his back to the bed. Instantly, I'm over him nailing him down with the weight of my body. I'm furious. I want him to obey, and I want him to suffer. And I know he won't do that unless I force him to.

"Vig..." he almost pleads.

"No, Orlando. You missed your chance."

My eyes scan the room in search of something to help me fix him to the bed. I need his legs fixed. He will kick me again, if I don't prevent it. Ah, I got it. That's perfect! I sit up and while I'm holding him down with my right knee, the knife near his throat, I reach for the small desk beside the bed. The phone. I pull out the plug in one go and take the end of the cable with me back to Orlando.

"See that?" I hiss furiously, "That's for kicking me."

I see the panic in his eyes, and it takes more than I thought to hold him down, but somehow I manage to wrap the cable around his wrists and tie them to the bedpost.

"So then, fine, don't tell me. I'm gonna show you what you did. And how it felt for that girl."

I move closer to him and whisper in his ear,

"You'll be as scared as she was... and you'll probably scream as much as she did..."

I let the knife move slowly over the bare skin of his throat.

"And now..."

I let go of the knife, grab his hips and make him turn around, so that he's flat on his stomach.

"Now, let the fun begin..."

[Orlando]
Now as I lie beneath him stranded and powerless, my wrists tied to the bed, I feel the panic in me. That damn knife makes me nervous. And Viggo makes me far more nervous than I would like to admit. I never expected that he would be so strong. I'm surprised but before I can really think about this and about my next move to free myself I can hear his voice and feel the rough grip of his hands on my wrist.

"Fun? What fun, Viggo? This is no bloody fun!"

Again I try to fight but tied up all I can do is squirm. It doesn't help. I can hear his cold laugh again and I tremble as his breath strokes my ear.

"Oh yeah, it will be. The sooner you accept your *position* the sooner it will be pleasurable fun."

Viggo pushes up my shirt, caressing and rubbing over my bare back in rough moves. His hands move beneath my body, between me and the bed. I feel them on my stomach, fumbling for the waistband of my jeans. They stroke my cock through the cloth and I jerk up, pushing my buttock against Viggo. Fuck. Not good.

I want refuse but again he holds me.

"Good boy, Orlando. Looks that you got the point."

He pulls me onto my knees. Whatever I try it doesn't help. Viggo undoes the buttons of my jeans and pulls them down together with my shorts. I can feel the cold air on my bare skin. I shudder. This position is so humiliating and... so fucking arousing. I don't want to show him. I don't want to show myself. I'm straight dammit. I remember Atti who always smiled at me in silence when I told him so. Fuck.

Viggo interrupts my thoughts as his hands run up my legs and stroke my hips and my bottom in circles. Rough and hard. Manlike.

"You like that. You like my moves and your position, right? I can see it, Orlando. So now tell me as
well. No need to deny anymore. You did that often enough when you talked to Andre."

Hell what is he? Did he become a mind reader or what? Again I loose my temper and I'm shouting at him now.

"You're talking bullshit, Viggo! Free me and leave me alone now, bloody bastard!"

All that my words succeed in doing is making Viggo's hands leave me. The room is silent. I feel him move and I turn my head to look at him. And.. oh fuckdon'don't like what I see. He stares at me and grabs the knife again.

"God, Viggo. Please!"

Back to pleading, Bloom. I hate this. Viggo remains silent. No words come out of his lips as he moves closer. I close my eyes waiting for the pain.

"Your eyes, keep them open!"

I don't dare to refuse. Slowly he brings the knife close to my throat and the blade cuts through the cloth of my shirt. Alive. I'm still alive! Thank God. But I only e mys myself for a few seconds before Viggo rips my shirt off of me in one rough and coarse move.

"No! Viggo! Don't!"

-- tbc --