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 no fla flame. Thanks.*

A/N => Found another song! Yay! Once again this pretty little piece was sung by the talented Sarah McLachlan. What origin is the last name? Scottish or Irish? Oh well, she’s still a good singer. Surprisingly, this chapter won’t start with a flashback! (wowie wow)

One more thing this chapter will contain.. SAP! WITH A CAPITAL S! Generally, I don’t like sap, but I had to write about it in this chapter. Read on and you’ll understand.

“Possession”
~Listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning
memories trapped in time~

“Why does this have to happen to me,” the bitter toned voice drifted from the bed and onto Doctor Stockstill’s ears. She looked up from the floor and allowed her gaze to travel towaOrlaOrlando, who was looking at her fixedly. “I don’t know why, Orlando,” she sighed. She didn’t know why she stopped using formalities; but Orlando just seemed more fitting to say instead of Mr. Bloom. “Well why the fuck don’t you know?” Orlando demanded. “I’m a doctor, not god,” she said simply. “Could have fooled me,” Orlando snorted. Doctor Stockstill regarded him for a few moments before speaking up again. “I’m sorry this had to hap-,” she began. “I don’t need your fucking sympathy,” Orlando snapped at her. Doctor Stockstill held her hands up in defeat. Silence resumed in the room for a few moments before sniffling and tiny sobs broke it. Doctor Stockstill didn’t say anything; she just sat there quietly while Orlando continued to cry. “I’ll get better, it’s happened before. I can get better,” he tried to reassure himself. Doctor Stockstill’s thoughts turned from being doubtful to being thoughtful. {{Maybe he will get better, eventually with time. But he won’t be able to walk out of the hospital like he did last time. If he agrees to the therapy method I discussed with Viggo, then I’ll be able to help him and he may be able to walk again.}}

Doctor Stockstill glanced back down at her watch; Viggo and the rest of them would be returning shortly. She sighed, stood up, and walked over to the side of Orlando’s bed. The young man watched her apprehensively. “Would you rather be dead, Orlando?” the question came out of the blue, causing Orlando to gasp in shock. He watched her take notes down on her clip-board after monitoring his vitals. He contemplated her question for a few brief seconds. “Your hesitance already gives me the answer,” Doctor Stockstill murmured. “And I commend you for it,” she added, tearing her gaze from her clip-board and bringing it down to him with piercing green-blue. {{Like Viggo’s eyes}} Orlando thought to himself. “In a state similar to yours, patients have begged me to take their lives from them. Like I said, I’m a doctor and not god. A patient just has to decide whether he or she wants to continue living or wither away .You have so much more to live for Orlando, don’t let that go. I see it in your eyes; they tell me you want to live, that you will fight to get better. But you’re in for the long haul. You have to be patient; you have to understand your body needs time to heal. It doesn’t take any over night magic. It takes time, and plenty of it. Don’t fall into despair Orlando, don’t let yourself slowly die. Continue to live your life like none of this ever happened. You’ll come to find, as soon as you become healed, that it did feel like none of this ever happened. You’ll wake up Orlando, someday,” the doctor’s words rung strong and true in his ears. He felt tears well up in his eyes and looked away sharply.

A knock resounded in the room, causing both the doctor’s and Orlando’s attention to veer towards the door. “Come in,” the doctor called out admittance. The door slowly opened and Sean Bean stepped in gingerly. “Mr. Bean,” the doctor inclined her head in greeting. Sean inclined his head in return, and then looked towards Orlando. “Hello mate,” he greeted softly. Orlando remained stonily silent. “Where are the others?” Doctor Stockstill asked curiously. “Back at the hotel,” Sean answered simply, “they will be coming down later,” he added. Orlando felt his heart drop. Viggo wasn’t here to see him yet. Of course Viggo wouldn’t be bounding back into his room. Not after what Orlando had done to him. He knew his lover was a sensitive man, and yelling obscenities at him wasn’t going to help their relationship any. “Well if Orlando wouldn’t mind, your company would lighten the atmosphere if you stayed with him,” the doctor advised. Sean looked hesitantly at Orlando, as if seeking approval to stay. Once again, Orlando remained stonily silent. The doctor sighed. “I’ll be checking up on my other patients,” she informed the both of them. “If both of you need anything, just hit the buzzer next to the bed,” she indicated a red button to the left of Orlando. Sean nodded in comprehension and moved aside for the doctor to walk past. She took one last look at Orlando and left the room, sighing deeply.

Sean twiddled his fingers nervously, a habit he had picked up from long ago. To keep them distracted, he clasped both of his hands together. “How are you, mate?” he asked. {{Stupid question}} he winced. “How the hell do you think I am?” Orlando snapped. “Orlando,” Sean breathed out. “I hope whatever you’re going to say isn’t some sympathy shit,” Orlando groaned, rolling his eyes. He wished he could roll over and face his back towards Sean. Instead he just turned his head away. “No, I suppose you’ve had enough of that,” Sean admitted, grabbing a chair and placing it next to the bed. He sat down heavily. He watched as Orlando visibly tensed up. “You know,” Sean started, “when I first heard the news of your accident, I completely froze and stopped breathing,” he laughed lightly. “I literally stopped breathing. I thought it was unfair for this to happen to a young, vibrant, potential seeking soul. When breath finally graced me with its presence, I burst into tears. I’ve never cried for anyone, or anything for that matter, before in my life,” Sean admitted sheepishly. “No one was there to comfort me. It was only the thought of you being okay, that you would be able to make it through which comforted me. That’s why I came down here mate; I needed to make sure I was right. And here you are, you’re ok-,” Sean jumped as a pillow was viciously thrown at him.

“I’m not bloody ok!” Orlando howled. Sean felt his stomach drop at the sight of Orlando’s tears flowing freely from his eyes. “Do I look like I’ll be okay?” Orlando demanded angrily. Sean lowered his eyes. “Sean, I’ve been told that I’ll get better, that I shouldn’t give up. I’ve even told myself that, but look at me Sean,” Orlando’s pleading tones caused the man to look up. Orlando’s expression was much more heart-wrenching than his broken sobs. “I fought it once, but I don’t want to fight it anymore. I’d rather just… wither away,” Orlando admitted softly.

~And I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
and after I’d wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear~

*flashback*

Orlando stretched his arm out of the window, allowing the rushing wind to press against him limb forcefully. A contented smile graced his supple lips. Telling by how fresh the air smelled, they weren’t in town anymore. Orlando brought his arm back inside the car, only to raise it and place it behind his head. He picked aimlessly at the knot which bound the handkerchief that covered his eyes. Viggo threw an adoring glance over at his lover. He was fortunate enough that someone as young and full of life as Orlando would ever find any interest in him. “Give me one more hint?” Orlando asked as he rolled up his window, breaking off the turbulent noise only the rush of wind could provide. “A place where either the sun or the moon sleeps while the other comes out to play,” Viggo stated simply. He watched, amused, as Orlando’s brow furrowed in deep thought. “You and your idioms,” Orlando finally let loose a sigh of frustration. Viggo laughed light heartedly.

“Well, we’re here now anyway. Open up your window,” Viggo suggested, slowing the car as they reached their destination. Orlando felt excitement rush through his veins as he eagerly opened up his window. A light gush of wind hit him in the face, and he took a moment to gasp in air from the frigidness of the gust. A familiar scent wafted up into his nostrils and he breathed in deeply. Yet another smile flew across his features at the cry of the seagull and the unmistakable crash of waves against the shore. He started the moment he felt Viggo’s fingers tease at the knot of the handkerchief. The handkerchief came loose, and gently slid down his face, as if giving the unmarred features a loving caress. Orlando squinted and blinked a few times. It had been a long time since he, Billy, Dominic and Elijah had gone to the beach. He missed the smell, the sound, and the feeling of it all. Ever since filming Lord of the Rings, the beach had been Orlando’s place of sanctuary during stressful times. Sometimes, when there weren’t a lot of beach roamers around, Orlando felt that he was the only person in the whole world. {{Speaking of beach roamers}} Orlandoncednced around quizzically.

“There’s no one here,” Viggo murmured. Orlando turned in his seat to face him. “At least not on this part of the beach,” Viggo added, shrugging. Sighing at the confused look Orlando still stubbornly held; Viggo went into more explanation. “I rented this part of the beach off for just the two of us. This way, we won’t be disturbed,” Viggo chuckled suggestively. Orlando went pink around the ears. “Your libido amazes me, old man,” he joked.

Viggo raised an eyebrow. “My libido?” he squeaked, pointing at himself incredulously. At Orlando’s smug look, Viggo crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, Orlando-let’s-go-thirty-more-rounds-in-the-sheets-Bloom, let me tell you that your lo cao can surpass that of any living human, animal, and bacteria that I have ever known,” Viggo said all in one breath. “Bacteria?” Orlando burst in peals of laughter. “I couldn’t think of anything else,” Viggo admitted; disgruntled. “Does a bacterium even have a libido?” Orlando questioned, in between laughter. “Well now it does, because I say so. And I say that your libido is worse than a bacterium’s libido,” Viggo confirmed, trying not to laugh. That’s what he loved the most about Orlando, his laughter was extremely contagious. Once Orlando had regained composure, he opened the door, got out, and ran over to Viggo’s side of the car.

“For the sir,” he said, in a low voice. “Um, newsflash, this is my date. I’m the one who’s supposed to open the car door and impersonate the cheesy butler tone,” Viggo whined, but got out anyway. Orlando grasped Viggo’s hand in his, brought it up to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on it. “My mistake,” he murmured, looking movingly into Viggo’s eyes. “Oh no, you’re fine. You can be the romantic for a bit,” Viggo squeaked. Orlando smiled triumphantly and turned his back on Viggo, giving the older man ample to adjust his pants. Considering how tight they were getting and all. While Orlando was busy getting reacquainted with the beach, Viggo ran towards the trunk and pulled out the picnic basket he had stored there earlier, along with a blanket for them to sit on. He came back around the front, and wrapped one arm around Orlando’s waist.

“Viggo, this is so beautiful,” Orlando sighed in awe. Viggo nodded in agreement. The dunes rose about them magnificently, the pearl white sand shimmering in the sunlight. A few black, jagged rocks broke the surface of the sand, adding a few hints of fierce, contrasting beauty. Despite the ferociousness of which the waves pounded against the shore, the water beyond seemed cool and inviting. Its deep blue depths sucked in the sun’s powerful rays greedily, as if trying to capture bits of the sun’s magnificence deep within its murky bowels, never to let them go again.

Viggo took Orlando’s hand and led him towards a spot that he had scoped out a few days earlier. Here, he wasn’t worried about freely expressing his love towards Orlando without having other’s look down on them with contempt and disgust. Here, he and his young lover could be free without any restraints or worries. Here, he wished he could spend the rest of his life with Orlando. Orlando watched, with a raised eyebrow, as he lover struggled to lay the blanket out straight. Before it could flop to the side or roll up again, Viggo dropped himself unceremoniously onto it.

“May I sit now,” Orlando asked hesitantly. Viggo motioned for him to do so while he regained his breath. “So,” Orlando started, taking both of Viggo’s hands in his and smiled lovingly. “So,” Viggo finished. “Why did you bring me here, O romantic one?” Orlando teased. Viggo gasped, as if suddenly remembering something. He leaned forward and dug around in his back pocket. “Would you like some help with that?” Orlando asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Viggo smacked his hand away as it coyly reached around to assist. Orlando snapped his hand back, blowing on it. He gave Viggo a playful pout, but soon enough it disintegrated into a small smile.

Orlando watched, fascinated, as Viggo brought back his clenched fist, and leveled it in between them.

“My mother was quite an excursionist during her child-hood years,” Viggo began, an amused tone coloring his words, “and she would often find valuable things on the trails she would walk, or on the banks of rivers she would scale. On one particular hot day, she came across a peculiar looking rock. It was black, but transparent, enough so that you could barely make out what things were by looking through it. She took this rock to her grandfather, seeing as there was no jeweler living close to them within miles and she knew that her grandfather was wise beyond his years. So she asked her grandfather,” Viggo paused, tightening his vocal chords for the imitation oyounyoung girl, “Grandfather, I’ve found a peculiar rock in the river today, can you tell me what it is?” Viggo lowered his voice again, causing Orlando to smile:

[“Why child, don’t you know? You’ve come across a koester stone, a stone that is of rarity these days,” grandfather said.

“What’s a koester stone?” Lily inquired. (A/N => Sorry I don’t know Viggo’s mother’s name!)

“A koester stone is said to bring everlastiove ove to those who believe in it. It is also said that it will be powerful enough to bring back the two lovers that have long split apart, for it is the bind of their love that never breaks and it is the stone that keeps them bound. If one lover were to die, the stone would turn solid black, making it look like any other stone. However, if both lovers die, it will continue to stay clear. A sign that both lovers have continued to live together in love until their last breath left them. This one is clear,” Grandfather indicated towards the stone in which Lily let rest in the palm of her hand, “you’re love awaits you.”

“I’m too young to have a love,” Lily blushed, tucking the stone in her pocket.

“Child, someday your heart will bring you love, the stone will just be your guide,” Grandfather chided gently, flicking Lily’s chin with his forefinger.]

Viggo’s palm opened, revealing the koester stone. It remained jagged on the edges, but smooth on the surfaces; the cause of time passing by. Orlando’s eyes widened imperceptibly. He had never seen such a beautiful stone in his entire life. He felt Viggo’s hand cup his chin and gently lift his face. Orlando looked into the blue-green depths of his lover’s eyes and felt his heart start to beat out of control. Orlando didn’t think his heart would be able to do that again, not since he finally had to courage dmitdmit to Viggo that he had returned the older man’s feelings. “It’s clear Orlando,” Viggo breathed out.

Orlando nodded, and felt tears well up in his eyes. “I’ve waited for you Viggo; I never knew it would be you. But I’ve waited for someone like you, I’m lucky to have you-,” Orlando was cut short as Viggo’s lips descended upon his. Both men sighed into the kiss as it became passionate. Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo and dragged the man down on top of him, moaning as his lover rubbed deliciously against him.

Distantly, both men heard the stone thud onto the sand next to them, but they were too busy to care. Viggo sat up and slowly peeled off his white t-shirt and reached for Orlando’s. Orlando raised his arms and allowed his lover to pull it over his head. Viggo grinned and stopped his actions, letting the shirt drape over his lover’s face so that Orlando was blindfolded once again. “Viggo,” Orlando began to growl, but gasped when he felt his lover gently suckling at his neck. Viggo felt Orlando squirm and chuckled evilly. His lover was helpless to do anything, seeing as his arms were still raised over his head and caught in his shirt. Viggo placed butterfly kisses at the hollow of Orlando’s neck and brought his lips further down Orlando’s body. Orlando gasped as he felt Viggo wrap his tongue around one nipple; forming it into a hardened peak. He took the nipple into his mouth, biting it gently and then blowing on it. Orlando moaned and twitched feebly.

Viggo did the same to the opposite nipple. Once he had his younger lover writhing in ecstasy, Viggo continued his descent down his body. He slowly traced the sun tattoo that ran around Orlando’s belly button, causing the young brit to break into gasps of pleasure. “Vig, please,” Orlando whined, trying to hold onto his composure. Viggo grinned and reached for the button of his lover’s jeans. He gently undid them and pulled off Orlando’s pants in an antagonizing slow manner. Viggo raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. His lover decided to go commando? How kinky was that?

Viggo gently blew across Orlando’s erection, once again causing him to go into another fit of sighs and moans. Viggo dragged his tongue up the underside of Orlando’s erection, while massaging his balls gently. Orlando whimpered and bent his knees, making it easier for Viggo rest in between his thighs.

“Please,” Orlando panted. Viggo brought his tongue around the head of Orlando’s erection and flicked his tongue over the slit lightly. His lover trembled and his legs instantly fell apart. Grinning mischievously, Viggo brought his tongue over the slit again, and gave it several hard flicks with his tongue, making Orlando squirm and grip at the blanket. Keeping his lover distracted with his tongue, Viggo reached for the lube that had been stuffed safely in his pocket. He quietly opened the bottle, and squirted some of the cool gel onto his fingers. Viggo listened as Orlando’s breathing quickened the moment he placed his fingers against his entrance. Slowly, Viggo inserted his index finger, increasing the flicking of his tongue against the slit as he did so. Orlando mewled and panted heavily. “Viggo,” Orlando moaned, teeth clenching as another finger inserted his body. Viggo relaxed his throat muscles as he took in all of Orlando’s erection in one mouthful. “Oh fuck,” Orlando gasped, arching his back at the wet heat and the electrifying pleasure that shook his as Viggo’s fingers brushed against his prostate. Viggo bobbed his head lightly as he incessantly rubbed Orlando’s prostate with a practiced touch.

“Viggo, I’m coming,” Orlando cried out as his orgasm ripped through him. Viggo closed his eyes as he felt the warm rush of Orlando’s essence invade his mouth. He waited until his lover was a twitching, boneless heap beneath him. He swallowed his lover’s seed, making sure to leave a few drops of it on his tongue. Viggo dragged his body back up to align perfectly with Orlando’s. His right hand gripped Orlando’s t-shirt and pulled him free of his confines, while his left hand undid the button to his own jeans. Viggo captured Orlando’s lips with his own, allowing the young man to taste the evidence of passion. Distinctly, Orlando heard Viggo squeeze out more lube onto his hand and run it over his own shaft. He moaned wantonly and wrapped his legs around Viggo’s waist.

Orlando felt himself growing erect once again as he felt Viggo’s engorged shaft push against his opening. It pushed against him, and was inside of him all in one instant. Orlando had to gasp in marvel at the size of his lover. It never ceased to surprise him of how full he felt whenever Viggo entered him. It was strange, Viggo was so large he wondered how Viggo found the room to move. But he always managed to move; rocking their bodies together in erotic sensuality. The sand hissed and shifted beneath them with every powerful thrust from Viggo. Orlando cried out as his prostate was struck, his body arching and tightening with pleasure. Viggo groaned as Orlando convulsed around him. His quickened his thrusts, adding his own melodious tenor to Orlando’s throaty cries. All too soon, both men were rushing towards their peaks. Breathing became rapid, sweat poured off the two entwined bodies in copious amounts, and cries of passion mingled with the cries of the seagulls. Viggo arched his back and slammed his hips against Orlando’s, causing his younger lover to rip through his second orgasm. Another slamming of his hips brought Viggo to completion; his eye clenched shut and his mouth quivered as he released himself deep inside Orlando.

Slowly, both men came back to earth, breathing heavily. Viggo sighed and plopped down on top of his lover. Orlando echoed his sigh and ran loving hands through Viggo’s tousled hair. The two men remained in the same position until the sun bent down to give the sea a good night kiss.

~Through this world I’ve stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word
to find the truth enslaved~

The Brackets => [ ] is similar to fade to black, open with another scene. You know? It's basically like a reminiscent moment, Viggo is telling the story that his mother told him. Get it? I just thought it would be easier to do than:
"Why child don't you know?" Viggo's mother's grandfather said in Viggo's impersonating tone of his grandfather

Also.. the story about the koester stone isn't real, i just made it up. A little side note... i'm dutch so koester means "cherish" in dutch... just a little tid-bit about me.

Finis! Chapter four is done! I don’t know if this song was appropriate for this chapter, but it goes well with the rest of the story. More updates soon. I have more up my sleeve my pretties! Oh yes… more up my sleeve. Once again, thank you all for reviewing! I love yahz! This is my longest chapter! Believe it or not.