ANTICIPATION: The Drama and the Fury VM/OB

Title: ANTICIPATION: The Drama and the Fury VM/OB (1/3)
Author/Email: sandyg writearts2@earthlink.net
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: R to NC17
Summary: Orlando 1st person POV. Orlando is dangerously lovesick. Viggo is a jealous master. How far will they go in their sexy suffering? And who will come out on top? Set during the end of the "PoTC" and start of the "Troy" shoots.
Feedback: Please, please, please...
Content/Warnings if needed: Cursing, and of course sex (like that’s a surprise)! Part 2 and 3 are definitely much more aggressive and brutal so if you that’s your cup of tea stay tuned.
Disclaimer: Oh heck, if I had a video of this action I’d be a happy camper. All words and deeds are lovely sweet fiction but we can dream, right? Oh can we!

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Fuck.

OK, maybe he was delayed or yet another scene needed reshooting or... it was almost bloody midnight!

Fuck. Double triple fuck.

Hmm, that last mouthful of pinot grigio looked tempting. Shrugging sourly I downed another huge gulp. Hail to northern Ita fin fine pale wine. It certainly soothed the damaged lovesick soul.

Where the fuck was Viggo? I heard that warm light husky voice echoing in my aching head... "Don’t worry, Orli, darling, I’ll make it this time. I promise I will be there for you."

Fuck. Right. Why did I believe Viggo? Ha, the last time I saw my so-called lover was what, six months ago? What kind of love affair were we having here? Viggo’s voice always sounded so gentle, so convincing when he murmured heartfelt excuses to me over the phone. They always went something like this: "Forgive me Orli, I have demands, duties, a new film to shoot cause I’m fucking flat broke... but I’ll make time for you soon, my darling one, truly I will." Ha, I get a few precious heavenly months of Viggo’s oh so important time then my lover runs off on me.

Fuck. After filming wrapped we saw each other a few times, had weeks together when we could... oh, that one month we managed together in New Zealand after the opening had been overwhelming. I was willing to make time yet I was the one working in what seemed like 30 films all at once, yeah, I wasn’t the sensitive artist off soul-searching and needing an intensive seclusion because the Rings filming had been such a huge stress. Great, someone tell me why I fell in love with a fucking artistic headcase? Oh yes, you had to fall hard for one of the most complex men you ever met. Well bloody fuckin’ duh, that’s why I fell so hard for Viggo... besides being dazzling handsome the man was a delicious puzzle, shy yet domineering, intelligent yet humble, sweet yet when it suited his mood he could definitely turn sadistic. I think that excited me the most about my lover; I never knew if I was going to be treated with tender kisses and gentle caresses or with brutal masculine dominance. Both sides of Viggo’s bizarre personality completely turned me on and he knew it, yes, he adoring keeping me off-guard.

Sighing morosely I stared out over the dark beach. Damn, what a fool I could be! Did I really tell Viggo I had rented a secluded beachside villa just for us? Fuck, when I remembered how I chattered on like an excited little boy about how beautiful the tropical setting was and how much fun we’d have here I made myself sick. Viggo never said anything but I knew I came off as needy and pushy. Groan. Could I be a bigger fool? Could I be?

Oh how bloody stupid, my second wine bottle was empty. I knew the snarl crossing my handsome face wasn’t attractive but so what, who was here to see it? Certainly not Viggo, the lying bastard.

More wine, yes, more wine might make me feel better or at least get me fucking numb. Rising from my lounge chair I staggered, almost performing a nasty face plant in the sand. Pleasant. Good thing Hello magazine wasn’t lurking in the trees. I could see the headlines; sexy young star drinks himself senseless each night due to long lost love... or something stupid like that. Yeah, there’d I be on the National Tattler’s cover passed out on the beach, my naked ass pointed above the sand. Ha, that would really add luster to my newfound sex god status. Why look, world, everyone’s favorite new boy toy is a pathetic wasted drunk! Gasp! There goes the lovely reputation.

Fuck!

My overly expensive villa’s soft light’s guided me into the kitchen. I was broke from renting the place. I managed to reach the kitchen without falling, my bleary eyes seeing the next victim cooling in the fridge. Ding, Orlando Bloom versus pinot grigio round three, step right up and watch the carnage. Savor the damage. OK, corkscrew, grant me entrance to more liquid painkiller. Pop. Puuurrrrfect.

My battered self-preservation finally spoke up: "hello, Orli, what the fuck is going on here?" Look, stupid, bugger off; I am creating another magnificent hangover. Tomorrow’s scenes were a few last minute night shoots... bloody piece of cake a all all that wicked Helm’s Deep crap, although seeing Viggo wet turned me on. Hell, let’s face it, any shoot with Johnny Depp was fun; he was damned funny and fine to look at even if he was damned faithful to his partner. Hell, give me time and sexy JD would be mine. But unfortunately I was being unfaithful to my new love... fuck. But I wasn’t looking forward to spending a month alone here after shooting concluded. Shit, I wondered if I cobreabreak the lease and leave at the end of next week.

Originally I planned on spending the next month here relaxing and being fucked silly by my aggressive Viggo. Now I wasn’t sure what the hell I would be doing... ha, probably continuing my drunken habits. The man was making me fall apart and I didn’t like it, not one bloody bit.

Snorting in anger I gulped back a soothing mouthful. Oh, that was the other thing during the phone calls; Viggo loved playing long-distance mind ga "O "Orli darling, are you really being faithful to me? Are you sure? Come on, sweet one, I know what a pretty slut you can be." Viggo’s teasing always came with soft suggestive laughter. Ha, like I wouldn’t notice if some cute young prop assistant’s cock wandered into my ass or mouth? What, did Viggink ink I was that big of a moronic unfaithful slut? Jesus God, I told the man I loved him with all my heart and soul. Before this I had never told ANY man or woman I loved them, no one, well, I might have murmured the pretty words but I never really meant them. Love never entered into my mental picture, yeah, before now sex was all just glorious physical fun. Now I had to fuck up and really fall in serious deep love to the point of pain.

Was Viggo more of a sadistic monster than I truly imagined? Could I have fallen in love with an evil twisted man who was having a fine old time fucking my mind instead of my tight ass? God, what a dismal thought. OK, yes, I was the one to chase Viggo down, I admit it. I nurtured the hots for our glorious leading man during the entire shoot but our newinteinted action hero acted like he never noticed my casual loving touches and serious longing stares. Christ, three weeks before we were wrapping the whole damned epic up I had just about given up in my seduction attack when suddenly I had my dream man in my trailer and deep in me. Mmm, just remembering Viggo’s light husky tones almost made me hard: "My beautiful darling I knew you wanted me but when I first got into character... I couldn’t focus on such an important thing like you. I wanted nothing to disturb us; now that we’re almost finished I can concentrate on making you mine." Was this the current excuse? Come on, Viggo was starring in a fucking Disney movie... how much in character did he have to be? Viggo already knew how to ride a horse so... damn. He also knew how to ride me but that suddenly didn’t seem to fucking matter.

More wine, barkeep. Hey, wonderful, I was the barkeep and the drinks were on the house. After another massive gulp I staggered into the master bedroom, yeah, a bedroom where only I got to play master. Someone else proved completely lacking in that vital role. Grumbling under my breath I kept staggering through to the bathroom. Time for a piss.

As I aimed I stared sourly at my beautiful long slender cock. "Yeah, mate, the only thing playing with you is me, right? That sucks, it really sucks." Drunken giggles rolled from my throat. "No, nothing is sucking around here, nope, not a bit of that fine, time-honored action."

My eyes roamed over my slender muscular body; dear Lord, even my taut hard middle was beginning to suffer. A slight soft belly had appeared from all the wine I’d been consuming. I didn’t care, I just didn’t care.

Shaking off I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror. God, I looked like a wasted slut, but still damned sexy. My lips looked perfectly delicious, slightly swollen from my drunkenness. My eyes weren’t looking too sexy, although they were adorably lidded. Yeah, I looked decadent and desirable, the rich purple circles under my huge dark brown eyes not detracting from my appeal. My long, sun-streaked chestnut brown hair was looking good. The goatee w lar lark. Ha, I loved being humble in interviews... gee whiz, me sexy? Oh my word, really? Of course I thought I was one damned sexy babe, even with my new little soft spot.

Did Viggo still think that way about me?

OK, now I was making myself sick. Come on, you pathetic boy, was that your new role in life, basing everything on Viggo? New fury roared in me, my face not looking so sexy and sweet anymore, no, I looked bitter anmagemaged. I stared into the mirror, meeting my reflected dark glare. My long trembling finger poked the glass. "You’re fucking disgusting, you know that? You’re a codependent little whiner who’s suddenly decided to base his life around a heartless sadistic old bastard. Yeah, what a wonderful new life. You’re hot, you’ve got movie roles coming out your ass but do you congratulate yourself? No, you get tangled up with a manipulative old bastard who right now is probably laughing at how he rules you. Viggo knows he fucking owns you, man, and he’s loving it. How could he not? How could he not get off on it?" A hoarse choked scream ripped from my throat. I suddenly smashed my bony fist into the mirror. Glass flew, a few bits hitting me in the cheek.

Oh... oww. Fuuuuck. Stinging red pain shot up through my right arm. Oh. Oh shit, what did I just do? Oh that was a fucking brilliant move, star boy, yeah, real classy. Moaning in pain I brought my hand to my drunken eyes. OK, good, not too bad... just a little bleeding. Yeah, but it was going to hurt like hell tomorrow. Ice, right, I needed ice. Of course you had to hit the mirror with your right hand. Next time why not just smash your fucking pretty face into the glass? Why was I always doing such stupid fucking dangerous things?

Easy answer: I was a fucking stupid impulsive idiot who apparently liked pain and who apparently really liked feeling monumentally sorry for himself.

A strangled groan escaped my lips. Stop it. Stop it right now. Enough with the mental self-abuse; you had enough mental abuse from your so-called lover. Muttering in self-disgust I picked my way back to the kitchen, opening thncy ncy freezer. God bless automatic icemakers. Throwing ice cubes into a bowl I carried it and my wine back to my beach chair.

Sprawling back down I rested my hand on the ice. Fresh panic and distress danced around with my furious resentment. Had I driven Viggo away by being too needy? I mean maybe I was a moron but I thought when two people were in love they made an effort to be together; they didn’t promise one thing then never show up. Narrowing my eyes I stared at the lights in the nearby town. This latest no-show made it... seven fucking times! Seven times over the past year where I expected my lover and he called with his heartfelt excuses. Yeah, I was one big loser.

Was there someone else? No. I could not, no, I would not accept that nasty concept, I refused it. Viggo was acting odd to me but I knew he wasn’t casual about sex. Of course I knew why Viggo always asked me if I was faithful; before we finally came together I did have a hard time keeping my pants zipped. Ha, someone, was it Elijah... yeah, hked ked why didn’t I just hang an "open for business" sign on my pretty ass? I couldn’t help it; during the shoot I was horny for Viggo so I scratched my lusty itch as much as possible. Now... being celibate for six months was one torturous record for me.

Yeah, it was probably better that I stayed out here instead of town. The rest of the crew thought me nuts for paying for an entire house but I couldn’t admit I rented the bloody house for Viggo. I felt like too big an idiot. Yeah, so what, I’m paying for a private secluded seaside villa cause I like spending my hard-earned money. I like going broke. Yeah, that’s it. It has nothing to do with the beautiful ocean view, which I knew Viggo would adore, or the private beach, or the stunning sunsets I thought I’d be watching while my man explored my eager ass. No, I just like spending money as fast as I earn it.

Tears pricked my swollen eyelids. Fuck, Orli, don’t start crying again! I couldn’t control myself; I felt like a complete loser. My fingers tightened on the wine bottle before I rammed it into the sand. I wanted Viggo so much! How could my lover treat me so casually? How? I mean once we connected in New Zealand I thought that I had died and gone to heaven, and for months after that everything seemed all right. Now this year I was definitely in Hell. Shit, I wanted to call Viggo’s ex-wife and ask her if he always treated people he supposedly loved so cruelly.

All right, that did it, the floodgates opened. Yeah, remember, before Viggo came out he had been married. Maybe he swerved back to the straight side. Sobbing harshly I blinked at my hot tears. Yeah, come tomorrow I was going to fuck the first pretty boy who paid attention to me, well, aside from Johnny Depp. If I came on to he mhe might hit me. Pretty but definitely taken. OK, there was an assistant soundman who had a beautiful pouty mouth and an adorable tight ass. He already made it quite clear he was mine for the taking. Good. Man, I almost wanted to call Evan right now but...no, not when I was such a drunken sobbing wreck. Tomorrow, yeah, tomorrow I’d stop feeling so bloody pathetic and move past fucking sadistic Viggo.

More wine, mmm, the mellow cool wine felt good in my mouth. Major fuck, my poor hand was really throbbing. Moaning again I gritted my teeth in anger. I wasn’t sure which hurt more, my hand, my heart or my pride. They were all pretty much a sorry dismal mess. Ha, tomorrow I could add my handsome head to that list since I knew I’d suffer from a nasty hangover. But I just didn’t fucking care. I think I lived with a hangover for most of the past few months, yeah, I was becoming an old pro at it. At least I only got drunk; I wasn’t shooting smack or snorting coke. I wasn’t THAT far gone, well, not yet.

Hold on. I twitched. Did I hear... something? No way, a seven-foot high fence surrounded this expensive place and it boasted an elaborate security system. Choking on a lingering sob I tried sounding aggressive. "Is someone there? Look, asshole, this is fucking private property so you’d best clear the fuck off now!"

An amused familiar husky voice floated from the darkness. "Does that oh so aggressive message that apply to me, darling?"

Fuck! Gasping I twisted around, knocking the ice into my crotch. I gasped again in annoyance... my poor cock didn’t like that stupid move. "Viggo!"

Viggo appeared from the shadows. I couldn’t see his striking face; it was too dark out here. "The one and only. Hey, darling, what’s wrong with you? You sound odd."

Struggling to my feel I stumbled over the lounge’s lower rung, I almost falling. Two strong hands gripped my upper arms, holding me steady. "Whoa there, pretty cowboy, steady now. My God, darling, you are plastered. What’s wrong?"

Panting in confusion, joy and lust I thrust my naked body against Viggo’s glorious body, wanting to rip his clothing off. All my earlier wild anger instantly melted away, poof, gone. I started babbling in delight. "You came oh my precious wonderful love you finally came to me! Oh I..."

Laughing softly Viggo firmly squeezed my upper arms, his strong fingers almost hurting me. My lover knew I savored a little rough pain. "Hey, I’m going to come in a different way if you don’t calm down, youngster."

My voice sounded pleading; shit, Viggo held me for all of 30 seconds and already I was back to being totally his. "My lover why didn’t you call? I was so worried because I never heard anything from you! I mean if you can’t make it you usually call and this time I... I..."

"I wanted to surprise you. I knew you’d be here thng Ing I wasn’t coming so I decided to just show up and tease you. I missed my first flight and had to scramble for another then I had to deal with getting over here. I had the cab drop me far enough away so you wouldn’t hear the car door slam; since you already gave me the security code I was able to sneak in on you." Viggo’s hands ran down my naked body, I quivering like an excited colt. "See, my beauty, you must have thought I’d show up; you’re naked and ready for me." Viggo ran his warm full lips over my wet cheek, he suddenly pulling away from me. His husky voice sounded slightly annoyed. "Damn it, Orli, you were sitting out here crying?"

Feeling totally pathetic I nodded against Viggo’s broad shoulder. Viggo’s fingers squeezed my ass before he sighed. "Let’s go inside, youngster. I need to piss."

I let Viggo guide me into the house, I hanging onto him. Once inside Viggo pulled me into the low-lit living room, he turning on another lamp, se, seeing those perfect beautiful blue-green eyes sweeping over me almost made me come. Oh. Oh no. Oh shit, the gentle warmth flowing over me suddenly switched off; a sharp concern appeared. "Jesus God, Orli, you look like hell. What’s wrong with you? Are you sick or something?"

Panic filled me; did I look that bad? Blinking in shame I shook my head, looking down at my feet. Viggo’s strong fingers grabbed my chin, he pulling my face back to his sharp light gaze. "Darling, look at me when I’m talking to you. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Moaning in anguish I tried yanking my face free. When Viggo’s nails firmly dug into my flesh I gasped in pain. "Lay the fuck off!"

"No, you temperamental little shit. Come on, tell me what is going on inside that pretty little head of yours?" Viggo shot me a disgusted frown, his full sensual lips twisting in wicked scorn. "Oh I see, Orli, you got yourself all worked up since you thought I wasn’t coming, is that it? How typical. You just indulged in your classic dramatic personality and... you are such a complete bitch."

No! Oh God no! Please... cringing in shame I went for the pleading grovel. "Viggo, please, come on, I... I mean you keep not showing up so what the hell am I to think? I thought... I thought this time you... I...I mean you...I..." Great, right when I needed my usually sharp brain it decided to go AWOL. Fuck.

Viggo’s strong finggentgently shook my head back and forth. "Hmm, I seem to remember saying I loved you and I promised I’d be here for you. Did you stop believing in me? You think I’m a liar?"

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes. "No my lover, I don’t think you’re a liar!"

Viggo’s angry eyes narrowed. "Good. I wouldn’t appreciate that from you, darling." Viggo almost made darling sound like an insult.

Before I could react I found myself flung onto the couch. Gasping I bounced against the cushions. Viggo darted another fierce frown at me. "Where’s the bathroom?"

What the hell was going on here? Why was Viggo treating me so harshly? Instead of reacting I wordlessly pointed my trembling hand toward the bedroom. I didn’t trust using my voice. Viggo’s sharp wide eyes swept over me, a sudden pleased little smile replacing his frown as his eyes fixed on my ridiculously hard cock. "Good to see you’re not that drunk, darling."

I could only blink.

Whirling away Viggo left me alone. Oh. Oh God. Sucking in air I tried not feeling so damned incoherent. OK, relax, Viggo was in aangeange mood but... but how could... damn. Rising shakily I crept back outside, fetching the wine bottle I had planted in the sand. Yeah, why not? My lips wrapped around the glass, I gulping back the remaining inches.

Oh. Oh. I almost fell over. Walking very slowly I returned to the house, turning off the lights in the living room. I was damned close to passing out, which didn’t seem like such a bad idea. I could deal with Viggo tomorrow morning, well, tomorrow morning I’d probably be a moaning mess but...

Shivering in anticipation I crept back to the bedroom. The bathroom door was still closed. I sat on the bed and twisted my hands against my smooth firm chest, instantly wincing. Ouch, stop it... my slender fingers were a swollen mess. Oh shit, I could only imagine what Viggo thought when he saw what I had done to the bathroom mirror. Yeah, welcome to Orli’s Little House of Drama.

The door finally opened. Oh, oh, yes, one handsome hard naked man walked toward me. My erection quivered a little.

Viggo arched a stern brow at me. "So it l lik like the mirror got in the way of your hand. Did you do that tonight?"

Fuck, I hated cringing so much! Biting my lower lip I nodded.

Sighing in exasperation Viggo shook his head. "Darling, you are something else. So when you worked yourself into thinking I wasn’t coming here you got drunk, punched the mirror then sat on the beach and cried. I guess I should be flattered I mean so much to you."

My mouth dropped open in stunned shock. "Come on, Viggo, you know you mean the world to me!"

Viggo’s husky voice dropped into a deep rasp. "Then why did you doubt me, Orlando? Mmm, I have a real big problem with being doubted."

Oh shit, when Viggo called me Orlando I was in trouble. "You... you..." I stood quickly, almost falling again. "Viggo, you could have called me! In case you didn’t notice it’s almost fucking midnight! I was worried sick!"

Rolling his eyes Viggo controlled his annoyance. "Sweetness, I know it’s that fucking late since I’ve been traveling all day and I am damned exhausted. Come on, Orlando, you weren’t worried, you were furious at me. I certainly didn’t expect to come here and find you drunk and hysterical."

Damn him! "OK, yeah I’m drunk but I’m not hysterical!" A sensible voice in my mind screamed "shut up NOW!" but I felt too hurt and drunk to listen. My normally pleasant voice sounded slurred and confused. "OK, Viggo, you want the real fucking truth? Yeah, I felt furious because I’ve been a mess over you for months! Six months without you! I... damn, when you’re not with me it’s like a physical wound. I feel like I’m walking around bleeding to death because I need you so much. Go ahead, make fun of me for being completely pathetic. Bloody fuck, I am completely pathetic because I have lost myself over my love for you. Suddenly I’m not Orlando Bloom, no, now I’m Viggo Mortensen’s devoted love slave. I have become nothing without you. I..." Great, more silly tears leaked free. OK, after that Oscar-worthy performance I wouldn’t be surprised if Viggo walked out on me. I sounded like bloody Bette Davis on a fucking drunken bender, but at least I was prettier. Shit, I was losing my mind.

Viggo stared at me in stunned amazement until he groaned, his husky voice filling with overwhelming concern. "My poor darling, I didn’t realize... What have you done to yourself? I... why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were hurting so badly? I thought you were merely being a little bitch tonight. Orli, our important love shouldn’t make you feel miserable, no, you should be happy! Oh darling, hearing you torturing yourself over me makes me almost weep."

I blinked in relief. Did I just hear concern and sweet affection, not mocking teasing? My aching heart instantly felt less injured. "I can’t help it, it’s... look, Viggo, I’ve never been in serious desperate love before, not like this, not this deep animal longing to be with someone forever. I feel like I’m losing my mind. But... I couldn’t tell you since I thought you’d... be disgusted with me."

Viggo moved close, the warmth of his taut naked body teasing me. Those beautiful intense blue-green eyes danced across my face. "Oh no, I could never be disgusted with you, darling; I love you too much. I mean my words. I... we’re so different; I think of my adoring love as something surmounting any distance, yes, I love you no matter where I am. Yes, of course I wanted to be with you but these last six months have been mad. I didn’t think you were down here trying to kill yourself due to your longing for me. You should have told me, Orli; if I knew you were so miserable at being away from me I would have moved heaven and hell to be with you even for a day or two." As Viggo spoke his fingers lightly ran across my heaving chest, he teasing my instantly tense nipple.
bbinbbing in joy I wrapped around Viggo’s firm body, my arms squeezing him as close as I could, yes, I wanted to merge into my wonderful lover’s hard warm flesh. "Lover, I am such a sensitive fool! Tonight I... worked myself up into... I am so sorry for not telling you! You’re right, I’m a silly little drama queen experiencing his first major love. Orlando Bloom in love... watch out world, he’s a deranged young obsessed weeping piece of flesh."

Viggo chuckled softly in my ear, he running his hands down, his strong fingers gripping my ass. "He’s also one of the sexiest weeping pieces of young flesh I’ve ever held."

Giggling in relief I ran my lips over Viggo’s cheek, my teeth tugging lightly on his short beard. "Thank you, old man."

Viggo’s squeezing hands almost rearranged my ass cheeks. "Oh, pretty boy, now you’re asking for trouble."

Gasping in joy I captured Viggo’s lips with my own, I kissing him like I wanted to suck the glorious life from him. Pausing I rubbed my insanely hard cock against Viggo’s huge throbbing flesh. "Well come on now, lover, I haven’t had any trouble for six months... I need a really large share and I think I feel what I want right now."

Viggo’s soft laughter breathed into my panting mouth. "Don’t worry; for the next month I plan on giving my sweet beauty all the trouble you can handle."

My slender body met the bed, I instantly being covered by Viggo’s wonderful aggressive hardness. I shrieked in pleasure, almost spasming in delight simply from our physical contact. Viggo’s voice teased me as much as his caressing fingers. "Have some control, little boy; can you at least wait until I..." Viggo gasped as my fingers tickled his huge hard cock.

Through my insane desire I managed to find coherent words. "What were you saying about control, old man?"

"You sweet young cock tease!"

"Ha, I’m going to do more than tease, lover, far more." Squirming under Viggo I clamped my slender thighs on his hot hard cock, provoking a hilarious groan from Viggo’s full lips. "Self control, remember?"

Laughing in delight Viggo wrestled me across the bed, our mad lips dancing across each other’s bodies. When Viggo’s strong fingers tickled my lower back I shrieked in joy. God, I had missed this wonderful glorious man so much...

"So much for self control, pretty boy... oh I can’t stand being without you for any..." As he groaned in need Viggo’s strong hands flipped me over, he plunging his hard cock deeply into me.

Oh, oh yes, possession, sweet possession... oh... arrrg, this was Viggo’s domineering rape mode, oh, ohhhhhh no lubricant, oh... screaming in drunken lust I instantly exploded in fierce orgasm, my ringing ears hearing Viggo’s laughter as he continued beating against me, his hard stiff flesh filling me over and over. His large strong hands gripped my sweaty slim chest, he pulling me up, oh... I collapsed in his muscular arms, letting myself turn into nothing but a breathing home for Viggo’s huge demanding cock. Perfection, ohhhh sweet agonized perfection yes ohhh.

Viggo breathed into my ear. "You’re mine, aren’t you, my sweet darling?"

Moaning in mindless joy I shivered, heat and lust racing across my wet flesh. "My Viggo for as long as you want me..."

Viggo replied by groaning, his nails pinching my delighted flesh as he released himself in me. Laughing in satisfaction Viggo dropped me back to the bed, my sweating face slamming into the feather pillow. Oh. I was broken and I adored it. A sudden strange swimming feeling rammed into me... oh, oh I... Oh please don’t pass out!

Too late...

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Oh. Oh God my head. I cracked my eyes open, I peering right into Viggo’s smiling face. Of course in the dim morning light he looked too sexy for words, his sleep-tousled reddish brown hair swirling against his lovely structured cheeks. His gentle fingers caressed my hot cheek. "Finally! You’ve been lying there moaning and twitching for the last hour, keeping me from sleep. So, darling, was that your true assessment of my sexual skills? I come and you pass out under me?"

I laughed a bit... ouch, that really fucking hurt my throbbing head. "I am so sorry, lover. Fuck, that was bloody terrible of me. I must stop drinking so much."

Viggo laughed at me. "I’ll say; here I thought I was coming to my beautiful slender young lover and what do I get instead? A drunk fat weeping boy; your new belly looks like you’re pregnant."

Gasping I glared at Viggo. Yeah, I wondered when Viggo was going to tease me about my new soft belly. "Fuck you, I do not! I am not fat; I just have a little gut on me from drinking too much. It’s all your fault."

Viggo still grinned at me, his large hand squeezing the slight extra flesh. "Right, sweetness, blame me. Well, now I know not to let you become depressed or I’ll have a fat weeping lover on my hands. You’ll drink yourself into a fat round ball."

How unfair! "Oh stop it. I can’t help it when I drink I get a little belly on me. Nothing else on me is fat! Will you make me do sit-ups?"

"Of course; I’ll even hold your slender ankles."

"How sweet of you." A shudder lanced into me. Shit, no, I think I was going to... Gagging in anguish I sat, lurching from the bed, I barely making it into the bathroom. Urgh. Oh great, Orli, your first morning with Viggo in six months and here you were puking in the toilet. How attractive.

I heard Viggo’s laughter grow closer. "Should I get my camera and document you? Yes, it can be the start of a new photo series: Orlando Bloom Vomits. That should be a best-seller with all the girls."

Gasping I spit out bile. I peered up at my teasing lover. "Go ahead. That way if I get the fucking stupid urge to drink too much you can whip out your photos to remind me how pretty I look puking into the toilet."

Viggo continued grinning at me. "Well, sweetness, for some reason you do look striking this morning; you’re pale as a bleached sheet and you have these damaged purple shadows under your big dark eyes. You have this sexy used and abused look about you."

Slowly shaking my head I finally brought up a shaky smile. "You’re mad... sweet to me but mad."

Viggo returned my smile, his strong hands helping me up from my kneeling position. Once he guided me to the sink I rinsed out my mouth with a little mouthwash, appreciating how Viggo’s hands caressed my arms. Once I threw up I always felt more alive; I was getting good at this self-abuse recovery. What a thing to be proud of, eh?

Good, my mouth didn’t taste like garbage now. Twisting I faced Viggo, our lips meeting passionately. When my lover paused I pulled my lips away. "I love you, old man, yes, I am so in love with you that you’ll never be rid of me. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth."

"I’m completely flattered. I love you madly too, darling... I’d better start following you to the ends of the earth so you don’t become unhappy. Shall I stop making movies and just follow you around? Will you keep me?"

Laughing lightly I kissed Viggo’s sharp nose. "Of course I’d keep you. While I continue being the hottest young star on earth you could concentrate on your wonderful artistic endeavors. We’ll be an untraditional couple... the younger man keeping the older man."

When Viggo continued smiling tenderly at me I gasped in shock. "Viggo, are you serious?"

Viggo’s wonderful eyes washed over me, coating me with adoration. "Completely serious, my precious darling. I don’t want you depressed, darling, and I don’t care about the movies as much as I used to; now that I’ve found you I’m not about to lose you. I don’t need much in the way of money so I won’t be too much of a burden."

Even as I teased Viggo my voice sounded tight with overwhelmed emotion. "Well Mr. Barefoot I certainly won’t need to worry about buying you new shoes!" Oh, Viggo was going to live with me! Oh... the true reality of Viggo’s glorious amazing words slammed into me. Of course I burst into tears of stunned rapture, I laughing through my tears, pressing excited wet kisses all over Viggo’s smiling handsome face.

Laughing gently Viggo squeezed me close, his talented long fingers teasing my flesh. "Oh my beautiful drama queen..."

That’s me all right, a beautiful drama queen who was now the happiest hot young star in the world. No more anticipation, never again. Heavenly.

TBC***********