Russian Bastard

Title: Russian Bastard 1/1
Author: Calio (Iocane and Cally)
E-mail: salii@bestweb.net
Archiving: Associated archive of any list it's sent to.
Rating: NC-17
Main Character/s: Marton Csokas, Orlando Bloom, Yorgi
Summary: It's the premiere of xXx and Orlando Bloom has come to watch.
Disclaimer: The characters and setting are not mine and I make no monetary profit from their joy/suffering.
Notes: This is shameless, pure, unadulterated smut. It was originally written in role play style in IRC, with myself as Marton and Yorgi, and Cally as Orlando. -- The sugar and absthene comment Marton makes is in reference to the xXx Nozatization, where it's revealed that it's what Yorgi was drinking in the opening scene, not cocaine and mint vodka as I had originally thought.

Thanks to everyone who offered and beta'd for me!!

More notes at the end as I don't want to spoil.

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Russian Bastard

"Oi! Bloom!" Marton called from across the crowded party. Most of the Lord of the Rings cast had been invited to the premiere of Marton's first "Big" - that is, US, movie. However, Orlando had been the only one who could actually make it. He was delighted to see the young man again, and wanted to talk to him about old times.

Orlando turned from the woman he was talking to, finding on, on, and waving to him, he excused himself. Sliding through the bodies, dodging this person and that, he stopped in front of Marton. "Yogurt," he said in response.

Marton laughed. "Hello, Vin," he smirked, remembering how his co-star often slipped up and called him Yogurt - then did it on purpose. "Seen Orlando Bloom around here?" his eyes sparkled as he watched the young former-elf. He shook Orli's hand eagerly. "How've you been, man?"

"Busy, and you mate? How's life been treating you?" Orlando's eyes sparkled with pleasure as he saw his old friend, though the warm hand in and around his was a little distracting. It brought back the thoughts that he had harbored in Middle Earth.

"Pretty fair," Marton removed his hand from Orli's, placing it on his shoulder. "C'mon, I want you to meet Vin and Asia ..." He wove himself and Orlando through the crowd do where Vin Diesel was chatting with several unknown women. "Ahh, he's busy, you can meet him later," Marton knew better than to disturb Vin while he was on the make, as he clearly was. "Have you kept in touch with the others? Vig, Cate, all them?"

Orlando ran a hand through his short, mussed hair. "I've managed to keep in touch with the hobbits, barring Sam. Vig and Sean, the humans are easiest to track down for a pint, or just to talk. I did see Liv a few weeks back, seemed to be doing good." Curiously looking up at Marton, he rocked back on his heels, "You?"

Itching to run his fingers through that hair himself, Marton just grinned, letting the buzz of the premiere overtake him. "I've actually kept in touch with Ian of all bloody people. My wife, too," he grinned. "Drink?" He took Orli's arm and gestured to the bar.

"Sure. I'll grab 'em. What do you want?" he asked, looking up at the taller man.

"Sugar and absthene," Marton quipped. "Barring that, just a coke."

Orlando nodded, making his way through the crowd he ordered a coke and a strawberry daiquiri, something Hugo had gotten him hooked on during filming. Making his way back he handed Marton his drink, taking a sip of his own.

When Orli returned, Marton extracted himself from the conversation and drew the young man into a semiprivate corner. After chasing a pair of fangirls of a couch, he settled down. "So ... now to business ..." Marton swirled the drink in his hand and took a sip. "What'd you think?"

Orlando took another sip, "Yorgi was great ... the character just oozed sex, well, that and danger. He's one of those guys you can just picture shoving you up against the wall and fucking you hard." Orli paused to take another sip.

Marton blinked"Rea"Really?" He tried to keep the Russian accent he'd maintained for several months from returning. "Well, he does seem the type to do that, doesn't he?" Marton sat back, draping one arm over the arm of the couch, the other along the back, unconsciously assuming a very Yorgi-like pose.

Orlando nodded, "Completely the type, though he's someone that you wouldn't mind that from." Orlando's eyes drifted along Marton's body, taking in the pose and biting back a soft moan.

Marton eyed Orli in return, shifting his position so his head was a little higher than that of his friend, his eyes tilting downward to see Orlando's face. "Are you speaking in general, or just of yourself?" Marton could feel the accent returning as he spoke, just a trill at the moment.

Orlando blinked slowly, "I was speaking in general ... though that includes myself. I'd eagerly let him fuck me."

Marton felt a shiver pass over him, and it was as if someone else was at the wheel. "Would you care to put your money where your ass is, little boy?" Yorgi drawled, drinking in Orlando's body.

Orlandinkeinked a little at that, a shiver working through his body and he took in Marton's change of form. Licking his lips, he slowly nodded, "He can fuck me anytime he likes."

Setting his drink down, Marton-cum-Yorgi leaned forward, giving Orli a slow, predatory one-over. "Of course I can, little boy." With that he stood. Gripping Orlando's arm, he pulled the young man sharply to his feet.

Orlando reflexively stepped closer to Marton when he was pulled to his feet, gazing up with lustful, yet curious eyes as he wondered what would happen next.

Keeping to the shadows, Yorgi lead Orlando out of the party and down the hall to his own hotel room. Unlocking the door, he pushed Orlando in ahead of him. "You want Yorgi to fuck you, hmm?" he purred, eyes racking over the lean frame.

Orlando watched the body through heavily lidded eyes, "I wanted Marton to fuck me but he never showed any interest... Now though, Yorgi fucking me is high on my list of fantasies."

"Maybe tonight you'll get both." With lightening speed, Yorgi's hand darted out. Grabbing Orli's shirt, he pulled the young man closer and captured his lips. His other arm wrapped firmly around the slender waist, holding Orli immobile against him.

Orlando groaned, his arms coming up to wrap around the taller man's shoulders. His hips rocked lightly against the older man's, letting him feel his erection as he kept his mouth pliant.

Reaching down, Yorgi freed his shaft from its tight confines. Finding Orli's hand, he curled the younger man's long slender fingers around his shaft. Thrusting into Orli's hand, Yorgi bit his neck.

Orlando moaned at the feel of teeth in his neck and hot flesh in his hand. Tilting his head, he squeezed his fingers, stroking the shaft slowly.

Yorgi's hand slid through Orli's curls, then he tightened his fingers into a fist. "Come on, little boy, you can do better than that," he sneered.

Orlando whimpered softly, his cock jumping in response. Rippling his fingers, he continuo sto stroke slowly,murmuring. "If you would let go of me I could do a lot better."

Yorgi's eyes narrowed, and his voice was dangerously low. "Careful, little boy - I would have no problems finding someone more cooperative." His warning was purred into Orli's ear just before his mouth was recaptured.

Orlando moaned deeply, he had no doubts he could find someone else. Doubling his efforts, he used most of his considerable talents on the shaft in his hand, his mouth pliant beneath Yorgi's.

Pushing Orli away suddenly, Yorgi pressed the young man back against the wall, grinding their bodiogetogether. His breath hot on Orli's neck, he spun the young man around and tugged his pants down.

Orlando braced his hands on the wall, daring to look over his shoulder as he felt air on his rear. Wondering if after this he would get to be fucked by Marton ... though at the moment not really caring.

With Orli stripped from the waist down, Yorgi pushed a finger into him, slick with the oil he'd had in the hotel room, just in case. His knee pushed Orlando's legs further apart and he ground against the smaller man.

Orlando moaned, eager for more he parted his legs wider, his cheek now pressing against the wall.

Pushing a second finger in, Yorgi prepared Orli roughly, stretching him only to make his own entry easier. He pulled his shirt off, sliding his fingers from Orli. When they returned, he added a third, pushing them deep into the young man's tight body.

Orlando moaned,starting to thrust back against the fingers, the roughness only serving to turn him on even more. Bucking suddenly as his prostate was brushed, he cried out Yorgi's name.

Yorgi growled as if in victory. "That's right, little boy," he breathed on Orli's neck. Sliding his fingers out, he quickly replaced them with his hard length, pushing it fully home in a single thrust.

Orlando cried out the pleasure he got from being filled so completely, overrode the twinges of pain he felt from being taken so quickly.

Fingers digging into Orli's hips, Yorgi thrust hard and fast, claiming the young man as his own. His lips fastened onto Orli's shoulder and he bit sharply, sucking hard to mark the boy's skin.

Orlando clawed at the wall, his body trembling with pleasure that soon turned to blatant need as he rocked in time with Yorgi's thrusts.

Slamming Orli against the wall with his thrusts, Yorgi grunted his release, shuddering as he spilled himself into Orli, marking the young man within as he had without.

Orlando came with a quiet moan as his erection was pressed against the wall, Yorgi's thrusts giving him just enough friction to push him over the edge.

Holding still for a moment, Marton raised his head. "Oh shit," came the New Zealand accented groan as he stepped away slowly.

Orlando mumbled in response, completely missing the return of Marton as he regained his breath. Though he did murmur in disappointment as the warm body moved away.

His hands gentle on Orlando's shoulders, Marton shook him gently. "Orlando? Are you okay?" He'd never been so completely taken over by a character before, and he knew Yorgi could be frightening and fierce.

Orlando turned so his back was pressed against the wall, a look on his face that could only be described as utterly sated. "Just peachy."

"Are you sure?" Marton cupped Orli's face, praying Yorgi hadn't done too much damage. Though given the all-too-satisfied look on Orlando's face, he doubted any damage had been done at all.

"I'm sure ... *very* sure." Orlando regained just enough of his mind to pull his pants up, glancing at Marton after he had done so.

Realizing what he must look like, Marton also tucked himself back in. "I've never had that happen before ... It was ... unnerving."

Orlando blinked slowly, "Never? Why now?"

"Maybe because Yorgi had the balls to do what I couldn't before ..."

"What does that mean?"

"I've wanted you since we started rehearsing the Lorien scene, and I never managed to do anything about it. You always seemed to be with someone, the hobbits, or Vig or Sean ... Yorgi doesn't give a fuck about that ... I wanted you, so he took you for me."

Orlando closed his eyes, leaning against the wall with a groan. "Well, thank god for that. I've wanted you since what seems like the first moment I saw you."

Marton chuckled and leaned forward, resting his forehead lightly against Orli's. "So now that we've got that out of the way," Marton pressed his lips lightly against Orli's, kissing him as if for the first time.

Orlando smiled against the lips, his arms coming to wrap around Marton's neck, and he pulled the warm body closer to his. *This* is what he had wanted for so long.

Purring in his throat as Orli's body pressed against his, Marton tightened his arms. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his face into the younger man's neck, making a sound of sheer happiness at having Orlando in his arms.

Orlando sighed, rested his cheek on Marton's shoulders, just enjoying the strong arms circling him.

Marton's head shifted slightly and he pressed his lips to Orlando's bare shoulder, kissing him lightly.

A breathy moan left Orlando's lips at the kiss, his arms tightening a little.

"In a way," Marton whispered in his ear, "I'm thankful for Yorgi," his breath grazed Orli's neck, followed by his lips. His hands rested lightly on the younger man's slender hips.

Orlando tilted hiad, ad, giving Marton greater access to his neck, his body pressing flush against Marton's. "Why would that be?"

"Now I have the patience to go slowly," he nuzzled Orli's neck, kissing his way lightly along the smooth jaw, finally capturing his mouth in a soft kiss.

Orlando moaned into the mouth, his body loosening up now that he was assured he would get what he wanted. Marton.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Marton didn't loosen his arms at all as he spoke "I know why I didn't say anything ... why didn't you?" he asked softly, almost shyly.

Orlando shrugged, "I didn't *say* anything, but I did try."

Marton flushed slightly "And I was that dense?" Pressing his face into Orli's neck he groanedd rud ruffled the young man's hair. "What did you do?"

"I sat pretty much on top of you when there was a chance, touched you more than I do most people. Watched you every chance I got, saying rather ... crude stories about what one could do to another, while watching you..."

thouthought that was just you being ... you ..." He pressed his face to the young man's neck,inhaling his scent. "I did notice, but I figured it was just wishful thinking when I saw you looking at me like dessert."

Orlando held Marton to him, sighing softly. "I think everyone but you saw it. The hobbits teased me mercilessly, Vig and Beanie kept asking if we had shagged and Karl and Ian prodded me to just come out and tell you."

Marton shook his , ch, chuckling to himself. "Foolishness ... on both sides." He kissed Orli softly. "Now, there's just one small problem with this situation."

Orlando nuzzled Marton's neck, "What is it?"

"We've got at least a year of lost time to make up for," he tightened his arms around Orli and kissed him slowly.

Orlando moaned softly, his hands drifting over Marton's sides, feeling the hard muscle for the first time, and memorizing all of it.

Marton smiled, cupping Orli's face before kissing the young man again.

Orlando could feel his knees going week from the kisses, and he slowly pushed from the wall, backing towards the bed and bringing Marton with him.

Grinning, Marton pulled away slightly and began to strip, wanting to feel Orli's body against his.

Orlando moaned once Marton's body was revealed, not even bothering with his own clothing. Bending his head, his lips, teeth and tongue explored his lovers chest.

His head falling back for a moment, Marton gently pushed Orli away and reached for his clothes. "I want to see you."

Orlando shrugged off the hands, stripping out of his clothing himself, then standing still for Marton to look.

Marton's eyes swept over the lean, naked form and he groaned, sweeping the young man into his arms. He kissed Orli deeply, tenderly, his arms holding the warm body close to his.

Orlando moaned, eagerly pressing his body against Marton's, nakeesh esh sliding easily against his.

"God, Orli," Marton groaned "You feel perfect." He slid his hands over the satin flesh of his young lover, tasting his mouth again.

Anything Orlando would have said was cut off by the tongue in his mouth, though he could find no reason to complain. Moving back slowly, he felt his calves hit the bed and he leaned down, bringing Marton with him.

Lowering Orlando to the bed, Marton nuzzled his neck, his hands roaming the younger man's body.

Orlando moaned softly as his body was covered by Marton's. His arms coming up to wrap around the older man's shoulders, and he leaned forward, suckling lightly on his lobe.

Purring, Marton braced himself on the bed and began kissing his way along Orlando's collarbone.

Orlando moaned, his hand going to slide through Marton's hair, holding the mouth to him, his other hand moving to explore the firmk.
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Reaching down, Marton curled his long fingers gently around Orli's shaft, stroking him slowly, tenderly.

Orlando groaned low in his throat, his hips rocking into the hand, eager for any touch from Marton. Moaning, he pulled Marton's mouth to his for a sweet kiss, gently exploring the depths, loving the taste he found.

Smiling into the kiss, Marton let Orli take over, his tongue moving lazily between their mouths. Deftly, he stroked the younger man, his touch as loving now as it had been rough before.

Orlando's hand found it's way between their body, and he stroked in time to the pace Marton set.

Reaching down, Marton pushed Orli's hand away, and silenced any protests with a long kiss. Pulling away slowly, Marton began kissing a deliberate trail down Orli's chest, stopping at his nipples, suckling them. /

Orlando groaned softly, wanting to bring Marton pleasure as well, but willing to let the older man do what he would to him. Relaxing against the bed he let himself just feel, moaning and gasping his pleasure.

Slipping down to kneel at the side of the bed, Marton kissed Orli's thighs, then drew the young man's balls into his mouth, sucking gently.

Orlando moaned, the sweet mouth on his flesh was almost enough to make him lose himself then and there, he had wanted this so long ... Groaning, he spread his thighs instinctively to Marton.

His fingers stroking Orli, Marton's tongue slid down, wriggling against the younger man's puckered entrance, tasting his seed from earlier.

Orlando moaned in response, eager to have Marton in him this time. The tenderness the other man showed him compared to the roughness of Yorgi was almost enough to push him over.

Cupping Orli's asscheeks, Marton angled the younger man's hips to grant his mouth better access. His lips dancing around the edge, Marton's tongue pushed inside, tasting himself more strongly, and Orli as well.

Orlando groaned, moving against the tongue, his shaft weeping for attention, though the attention his entrance was getting made him bite back any pleading words.

Finally pulling bacom Oom Orlando's welcoming heat, Marton licked the trail of juices from Orli's shaft, finally taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently. His eyes were open, gazing up at Orli's body.

"Marton..." Orli moaned softly, his body trembling as he thrust lightly into the moist heat. "I'm c-close... so close..."

At Orli's desperate words, Marton eased back, straightening. Deliberately laying himself over Orlando as he reached for the table, Marton kissed the young man briefly, then stood, lube in hand.

Orlando groaned in disappointment, so close, he had been so close. Groaning again, he forced his eyes open, turning his head to look at Marton. His body still bared, and quite ready for a good fuck.

Taking hold of Orli's legs, Marton brought them up to his shoulders, two slick fingers pushing easily into the young man.

Orlando moaned, eagerly pushing against the fingers, taking them deeper into his body and clenching around them, eager for something thicker.

Knowing Orli was already stretched from before, Marton decided to proceed. Sliding his fingers out, he leaned forward, pressing the head of his shaft against Orli's entrance. With a soft grunt, he sheathed just the head in, groaning from the pleasure of it.

Orlando moaned, his entrance clenching tightly in anticipation, and his eyes fluttered before remaining open, watching the pleasure slide over Marton's face.

Taking Orli's shaft in hand, Marton pushed slowly forward, panting by the time he was fully inside his lover.

Moaning softly, Orlando squirmed on the bed, constricting around Marton, his hands pulling his lovers face down to his for a kiss.

Marton returned the kiss eagerly, letting Orli's legs slip off his shoulders so he could press their chests together.

Orlando wrapped his legs around Marton's waist, as high as he could get them, his body shivering with pleasure as he rocked his hips.

Pulling Orli's legs a little higher, Marton angled the young man's hips for the best penetration, sliding along his prostate with each slow, torturous thrust.

Writhing on the bed, he pushed against Marton, nearly mindless with pleasure, crying out at every thrust.

Leaning down, Marton braced himself over Orli as he sped his thrusts, groaning loudly.

Orlando moaned loudly, meeting the thrusts, his passage constricting, urging Marton faster.

Moaning as his orgasm neared, Marton stroked Orli hard, in time to his own rapid thrusts.

Orlando screamed Marton's name, losing himself hard between their bodies, everything too overwhelming to hold on any longer.

Thrusting savagely in response, Marton shouted his release as he gushed into Orlando, shuddering. Panting and shaking, he collapsed, barely keeping his weight off the young man.

Orlando sank into the bed, his chest heaving and his arms wrapped loosely around Marton.

After a long moment, Marton straightened and slid from Orli, then lay heavily on the bed beside him.

Orlando rolled over slowly, curling around Marton's warm body, blinking sleepily.

Turning to his side, Marton shifted them both fully onto the bed and pulled Orli close, draping a heavy arm over the smaller man. "Tired, Bloom?" he murmured.

"After you and Yorgi? Yes."

Marton chuckled and kissed him softly before nodding. "After this, it's just me."

"I should hope so." Orlando breathed, nearly asleep already, "Much fun as it was."

Marton kd thd the side of Orli's face and let him sleep, pulling a blanket over them both.

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Fur nor notes: Mostly about Yorgi 'taking over' - Marton maintained Yorgi's accent and mode of speech during the entire time they were filming, even off camera. This to me says 'method actor' at least to some extent. As a writer, I've had characters push their way to the fore and take over, so for an actor, who has to *embody* that character, it must be even more intense. (Viggo's methodness where Aragorn is concerned is case in point, IMO) -- Yorgi seems the type, to me, treat Orli exactly the way he did. Not quite rape, but not giving much of a shit whether his partner got off or not. I hope it was clear when Marton fully became Yorgi and then Marton again. Besides, hearing Yorgi call Orli "little boy" in that smug, arrogant tone he has just gave me shivers all over.

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