Conversion

Title: Conversion
Part: 6
Rating: NC-17


[Orlando]

I wake up in my own room, in my own bed and I'm dressed fully. I can barely remember what happened the last night. Why am I dressed? I fall back at the pillow, closing my eyes I try to figure out what happened exactly. I have a damn bad headache which doesn't make things easier. What did I drink last night? Kay, Bloom, focus and start thinking. I remember the girl he bhe bar, I remember Ian
discussing with Viggo and that he didn't want me to meet Viggo for another drink. Boring old man. Uh, but I met Viggo again and... oh my fucking God. When I want to move to leave the bed the memory
comes back. Fuck. My whole body is a mess and I feel sore at places I shouldn't. It takes another moment before I can stand up. I remove my clothes and drop them carelessly on the floor, before go to the the bathroom to take a shower.

I turn on the hot water until the room is filled with damp. My arms hurt and I notice the red marks on my wristemememembering Viggo had tied me up. My back hurts as well like hell. With every move it feels like vertebra slips out. I try to move as carefully as possible and look for the codeine I left somewhere near the sink. I grab the package and when I take a glass of water I look at myself in the mirrow, gazes locked. And with this look in my own eyes every single details comes back. Every kiss, every touch, every word, every thrust. I can nearly feel Viggo's big cock inside again and as I remember I can feel theht pht pain between my buttocks.

I'm trembling and let go of the glass which splinter into hundreds of pieces when it hits the floor. Fuck. I take three tablets instead of one as usual. I'm hurt so it will do. If not, well, not my problem anymore.

Finally I make it under the shower and I enjoy the feeling of hot water on my skin, my sore body starts relaxing while I don't allow me to think about Viggo or last night. I'm nearly back to normal feelings as the stream of water massages my tight muscles, as the thought of Viggo comes back to my mind, moaning, pouting, stroking, thrusting. Fucking me. I close my eyes, breathing heavily. I don't wanna see it, not even in my mind, but the memory has its own will. I gasp for air.

I hate him.

Probably I'm handling things wrong, taking advantage of situations and taking life too easy. I know I'm a damn bastard, kinky sometimes, when it comes along sex, but that's life and I want to live. I won't ever have the seriousness of Viggo, but hey, who broke his back and expected that life was over? Those hours were serious enough, thanks. I don't owe him any apologies. He didn't has the right to do this to me. I hate him for this last night, not just because he fucked me nearly through the matress. I hate him because he excited such feelings in me, I opened for him and that made me vulnerable. And after that he hurt me. Hell, yes, it hurt that he didn't even try to stop leaving me, no single word came over his lips. Must have been a huge release when I left. I'm not that naïve to expect the real love, the one and only, but it hurts that obviously he doesn't give a damn about me. Our moral Mr. Poetry just wanted a quick and perfect shag.

I fucking hate him for all this .

I don't wanna remember my pouts and moans, my begging and pleading for more, my moments of lust and pleasure. That was not real, but my damn body was betraying me.

I feel dizzy from the hot shower, the lack of sleep and the codeine, but somehow I manage to dress. I have to leave to meet the others for breakfast. I don't wanna see Viggo, but I have to go downstairs as I don't have the energy to think up a good lie for an excuse. The last thing I wanna tell them is the truth. Another deep breath, another look in the mirror. Fucking bullshit, Bloom, you're looking terrible. I wear an old sweatshirt, two sizes to big as I lost some weight during filming over the last weeks, and my hair is a mess as my curls have their own intentions of how they wanna look like. Who cares? I grab the key card, ready to go.

It isn't a long way from my room to the elevator. I turn around the corner, rubbing my reddened eyes, not looking where I'm going and.... fuck. Viggo. I bump into him and I'm just staring at him, not able to say anything. He must feel the same as he does nothing, but look at me in silence. Great. Not even a "g blo blowjob, mate", must have been bad. I'm fucking pissed off right now. But while I stare at him, waiting for the elevator, there is something I can't face out. I hate him. I really want to hate him, but when I see these grey eyes looking serious at me... No, Bloom, hate him for that what he did!

I don't know something better than to turn around and leave. It's an escape more or less, but I can't stand next to him and wait for this damn elevator. I take the stairs, fortunately my room is not on the top floor. Would take me ages to get down for breakfast. I't f't feel hungry, all I want is a bed, a dark room, my codeine and nothing but silence, but I have to go down. The hobbits are waiting for me.

I make it finally to the ground floor. As I seem to be a quite lucky boy today I expect Viggo behind the next corner. I turn around, carefully looking for him as I really want to avoid him as long as possible, and ... I know these eyes, looking at me frightened. I remember the girl from the train and I remember what I've done to her. A part of me knows that it was wrong and how she must have felt, and I should say something. I should tell her that I'm sorry. Damn, open your mouth, Bloom. So I do, but before I can even think about the right words, she turns around, pale and looking terrified, going away, leaving the bastard who raped her.

What a fucking day. How bad can it gets after this?Out of the bed for half an hour and I met the two people I really don't want to see.


[Viggo]

I knew it. I just knew that he wouldn't say a single word to her. Coward! Or, even worse, he just doesn't care. So he really is ignorant and I should forget about him. Just like I wanted to.

I turn around and walk over to the breakfast buffet. The hobbits are there, and Ian is there. Gee, I hate it when he looks at me that way. Looks like my old teacher back at high school. I nod and try a smile. I'm an actor. He smiles back, but then his gaze walks past me, to some point behind me. I don't need to turn around to know who he's looking at. Orlando.

I ignore both of them and start picking things for my breakfast. Bacon, eggs, a roll, coffee. That's it. I'm not hungry. Not at all. I walk over to the tables and sit down. Elijah joins me and starts talking about what they did last night. I see his mouth moving, and I hear his voice, but no words seem to reach my mind. I stare at the tablecloth, trying to push away the pictures that urge their way into my head as soon as I let my mind flow. Pictures of Orlando beneath me, tied and panting... of his mouth around me, sucking and licking... and immediately, I feel my cock twitch and my heartbeat quicken. Dammit!

Abruptly, I start eating. Need to do something to get him out of my head. I look at Elijah, tell him how funny his story is and how I wish I could have been there last night. Last night... Fuck. I see Orlando again. His cold look when he got up and left the room. Cold and... was it hatred in his eyes? I'm not sure. But it was definitely not what I wished it to be. He just wanted to get away from me. And well, who can blame him? After all, it was me who bound him, me who fucked him. Me, who didn't ask if it was alright to do so. But still, he played along, and I know he enjoyed it. And it was him who brought me to climax right into his mouth. Oh god... what a blow-job! I'm trembling just by the memory of it. His lips, his tongue...

Damn. Pull yourself together, Viggo! Think of his eyes, when he looked at me at the elevator. That WAS hatred. No doubt about it. So, he hates me now. He hates me and it will never happen again. Never ever.

I banish the pictures in my head and concentrate on Elijah. He's staring at me. But I just smile. I'm alright, kid. "We need to get to the photo-shoot." I tell him casually. "So you'd better eat something instead of staring at me." "Yeah, right." He goes on eating, and I'm glad that he doesn't ask me what I was thinking. But I'm alright now. I'm old enough to know when things are over. Or better - when things didn't even get started. Gosh - what would have happend if it did get started? If Orlando had stayed and had woke up next to me? It would have never worked out. Even if he didn't hate me. Even if he loved me. He's too young, too eager on having fun, too eager to be free. I have Henry to think about, not only myself. What would he say? He needs a steady home, with steady people, and I doubt that being with Orlando would be easy. I giggle at the thought. No, it would be.... hell. Although, I have to admit, extremely arousing hell.

I shrug and finish my breakfast.

During the bus ride, I avoid looking at Orlando or Ian and talk the the hobbits instead. They cheer me up, as always, and I've never been more thankful for their jokes than right now. By the tie gee get to the photo-shoot, my thoughts are settled and my world is back in order. Back to where it was before that night. Back to normal.


[Orlando]

I'm pissed off.

Stop staring at him, Bloom. I really want to, but I can't. I've stared at Viggo all the time since breakfast . I don't know what I expected, but I'm surprised that he doesn't even try to talk to me. Well, no, surprised is the wrong word. I should have expected this after last night, when he let me go without saying anything. It hurts that he ignores me and that he acts like I'm not around, not even existing. Yes, it fucking hurts.

I don't know when I recognized it really, but after breakfast, the time in the car and almost a day at this photo shoot always staring at Viggo with this weird feeling deep inside, I have to admit it. It hurts. My brain doesn't want look at him, it doesn't want him to want me, it doesn't want to stop hating him, but my heart tells me something different now. It tells me that the situation has changed, the things I want have changed. Fucking day.

"Orlando... Orlando? Please, it's just an ordinary photo shoot, nothing special. Could you please focus a little more so that we can finish today? Please??" It's the photgrapher's voice. Seems he's pissed too. Great, so we understand each other, lad. I can't focus although I have tried. I give him a halfhearted smile and something of what I think it's an "expected pose" for anandoando Bloom picture, but I don't know if he's happy with it. I really don't care, because I have other things on my mind which must be sorted out.

Every move causes pain in my body and this makes me thinking, remembering... last night... Viggo. His hands on me, his lips, his voice... oh God, that voice... No, no, no... what are you fucking doing, Bloom? Bullshit. Stop that. You hate him. I know that people love my smile and my open disposition, and when I do something everybody looks at me. Normally. Not today and not now. Viggo is still ignoring me, talking to the Hobbits and Sean Bean. I want to be happy with that as this is what I wanted, but now I feel miserable with it. Fuck. I want him to look at me, to like me, to touch me, to fuck me. It makes me kinda angry and pissed off. I'm not used to this - that someone ignores me and it's me who wants to ignore Viggo, not the other way round. So it will be this way. Fine with me. We will see if you won't change your mind again, Viggo. I'm sure that you still want me and I will show you, prove you.

"Break! You get 10 minutes before we go ahead, I have to change the light." Great. I left the set and join Sean and Viggo. I'm not sure if Viggo told Sean anything as I get a quite strange look from Boromir, but he goes ahead with the coversation as normal. Viggo doesn't look at me, so he can't see my most beautiful smile addressed to him. Damn. Alright, make him loo you you, Bloom! I take a deep breath to stabalise my voice. "Wanna have something to drink, Viggo? I can go and organize something for you." Another smile from me and a disbelieving look from Viggo. After seconds which seem as long as hours, Viggo shakes his head, ice cold grey eyes on me. "No." I nearly whimper in disappointment and frustration. Fuck, that was the wrong way.

"Something to eat then?" I give him a shy smile and I know my eyes are widened in hope. I must look like a bloody fool, but who cares? The silent lingers between us for a moment and then there is the dejecting answer. "No, nothing to eat." I'm looking around to find anything helpful and then I have the rescuing idea. Photos! Hell, we are at a photo shoot and that is business. He can't deny that. "We will need photos from Viggo and me." I shout over to the photographer, proud how smart I am, but the feeling leaves when Viggo turns around. "We did enough photos in previous shoots, won't need any additional ones." With this words he leaves and I'm alone with Sean.

"Fucking bullshit." I murmur to myself, forgetting that Sean is still around me and within the next seconds I know, that Viggo told Sean what happened.

"C'mon, Orli, you are the drama queen, not Viggo. I mean... no, yes, no, yes... Sort out what you want first, grow up and then come back. Viggo is too old and too serious for such a crap you play with him, understand?"

I can't counter anything before Sean leaves as well. To grow up? Nobody told me that before, hell, I left my home when I was sixteen years old. I have fucking grown up! I stand there for a few seconds without saying or doing anything, just thinking as hard as I can, and then I do something I never expected. I'm shouting at Viggo as I don't want him to leave. I do, what he should have done last night. And I really don't give a piece of shit what all the others around will think.

"You woneaveeave, Viggo! Please... speak to me. Stop fucking ignoring me!"


[Viggo]

I freeze in the middle of the move. What did he say? A million thoughts come to my mind, thoughts from 'who the fuck does he think he is' to 'dammit, come over here and fuck me!" But I know just what to do. I expected this, somehow. And I've made up my mind. I'm not going to turn around. I'm not going to go back and talk to him. Too late, Orlando. You shouldn't have walked out on me last night.

So I go ahead and walk over to Elijah and Dom. And immediately, their conversations stops. Damn, they've been talking about it, too. I ignore their embarrassed faces and start talking about the shoot. But neither Dom nor Elijah seem to listen. They just look at each other, and then, Elijah asks sternly, "Would you mind telling us what happened last night, Viggo?" I frown. Yes, I do mind, and it's definitely none of your business, guys. But I know better than telling them. After a short pause, I address Elijah, a knowing smile on my face. "Nothing happened. Nothing... important."

"Nothing?" Elijah repeats, in disbelief. "And why is Orli shouting around like this?" I shrug my shoulders and turn away from them. "You know him." I murmur. "Probably had a bad fuck." Before they can repeat anything, I'm behind the corner on my way to the stairs. I need some air. Somehow this is getting too much.

I reach the staircase, only to find out that it's closed... due to renovation. Shit. So back to the elevator. We're on the first floor, and now I'm wasting my time to wait for that fucking elevator. This just ain't my day.

After what seems like hours, the doors open and I enter the cabin. Finally, I'm alone. I need time to think. Time to sort things out. Brooding, I lean my back against the wall and look up to the ceiling. Nice bright lamp. It hurts my eyes but it takes my mind off Orlando. Orlando.... ORLANDO?? Angry brown eyes right in front of me! How the hell did he get in here? I hear the doors close, depriving me of the last chance to escape, so I let myself sink back against the wall and look at him. He's angry. Angry and breathless. Must have run all the way to catch this damn elevator. God, he looks gorgeous when he's agitated. Fast breath, eyes sparking... so full of life... Flashes of last night reappear before my eyes. But I push them away. No. Too late. Too late.

I fold my arms in front of my breast and muster him. "What is it, Orlando?" I ask in a low voice. "I told you, I'm not hungry and I'm not thirsty. I don't need anything." Or anyone, I add to myself, bitterly.


[Orlando + Viggo]

"Alright, Viggo." He tries to calm him down. "Nothing to eat, nothing to drink, but probably someone?" He watches him mindfully.

Viggo's eyes narrow and he folds his arms in front of his breast. "No, definitely not someone. And especially not you."

Orlando gasps slightly. "Oh, come on, Viggo. You can't ignore me for the rest of your life. I know that you don't want to do that." I don't want you to do that, he thinks, but he can't say it. Not now.

"Since when do you know what *I* want?" Viggo snaps angrily, as he pushes the button to the ground floor a little too hard. He avoids to look at Orlando, and relaxes a little, when the elevator starts moving. 'Hope it doesn't take too long till it's down.'

Viggo's reaction makes Orlando angry again as well. Bastard. "Well, because you don't know what you want. Simple as that." Orlando leans over, nearer toViggo, as he wants to feel him close again. And as he does it he sees the button Viggo just pushed and he pushes another one. A red one with four letters on it "stop". At the very same moment the elevator stops abruptly.

Viggo looks at the red button, looks at Orlando, and back at the button. "You outa your mind?" he shouts, but regrets it at the same moment. Calm down, Viggo, you can handle this. He feels Orlando near him, smells his aftershave, and takes a deep breath before he lifts his head and looks straight into his brown eyes. "Find out what you want first, before you try and lecture me, *kid*." He growls.

"And see to it that this damn thing gets down."

Orlando winces slightly. "I'm no fucking kid, ya know that, Viggo!" Orli's eyes are dark and filled with anger and fear and lust. He hears Viggo's words and as soon as he hears his voice he stop thinking and what he wanted to tell him right now. He starts to undo the buttoms of his jeans and wants to push them down, closing the distance between them, his lips close to Viggo's.

Viggo tries to step back, but he is already with his back against the wall. No way, Orlando, he tells himself, ignoring the fact that Orlando is getting closer. Too close. Too damn close! "Stop that crap!" He snaps and pushes Orlando back. "It's not gonna work. I'm not gonna be your new found toy. Got that?!"

Orlando stumbles back and the hurt feeling is back. He feels the heat and the tears growing. "See?? You fucking do it again! You hurt me and you ignore me. Who is the toy, eh? Tell me! You won't get outa here before this bullshit is not over. Got that?" Orlando nearly has his reputation back and he stares at Viggo in a mixture of lust and anger.

Without really wanting to, Viggo holds his breath. He hadn't expected that. Not at all. But still... He recalls the incidents of the night before and immediately, he sees Orlando's cold face as he got up, got dressed and left the room. "Wait a minute.." he says slowly. "Wasn't it you who walked out on me last night, Orlando?" He looks straight into his eyes. "If you were so eager on being with me, why didn't you just stay?"

A bitter laughter escapes Orli's lips as he shakes his head. "Excuse me, that I was quite irritated after ... that. I'm damn sorry, Viggo. And you? You did nothing. You didn't hold me back, remember? You just looked at me staring and silent. I was the fucking toy for you. And you were glad that I left. Not one single word to make me stop leaving. I know what it was for you, you bloody bastard. Lets have have a good shag with a young and virgin ass. It's not that easy and I won't let you out of here now."

Viggo looks at him, speechless. Damn. DAMN! He feels his heartbeat fasten, as the adrenaline pumps the blood through his veins. What did he just say? He es hes his head, trying to figure out what to
make of all of that. "You don't get it, do you!" he finally snaps. "You have NO idea what I thought, and I'm not gonna start telling you now." With that, he turns to the buttons and pushes the white one for the ground floor again. "This conversation is over, mate."

But nothing happens. The elevator is stuck.

Orli stares at Viggo, then at the elevator, and back to Viggo. "Doesn't look like, that the conversation is over yet." Hell, he is so damn angry. What does Viggo thinks you he is? He want to tell him, that he want to be with him, that he feels something deep inside and that he can't get out of his head what happened yesterday between them. And Viggo? He doesn't want to listen to him. Orli is too angry and too desperate to focus. Orlis Vis Viggo with his fist as hard as he can, seeing Viggo stumbling, bleeding where his fist mets the other men's lip. And he hit him again. "I'm not your fucking toy, got that? And I stay. Now."

The pain rises in Viggo, but it's nothing compared to his anger. When Orlando hits him the second time, he tries to duck away, but he can't. So the second blow hits him above the eye, Orlando's ring cutting the skin. Fuck. He's bleeding. And now, he's really mad. Mad about Orlando, who dares to hit him in the face, but even more mad with himself. Why he didn't prevent all of this... this fight, but even more last night. He should have never fucked him. It was all wrong. But how could he have known, that it would become more... more than he can handle... dammit!

Viggo tries to get up, holding his lip and his brow, feeling the blood trickling down his face. But he doesn't give a damn. Orlando hit him! And he looks like he will do it again! "Stop it!" Viggo growls, and when he sees the fist coming down at him again, he lifts his hand and grabs his arm. Caught off-guard, Orlando loses his balance and tumbles on top of Viggo.

-- tbc --