Conversion

Titel: Conversion
Pairing: Orlando Bloom / OFC / Viggo Mortensen / Ian McKellan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con
Beta: A big thank you and a huge kiss for all the brilliant work goes to Kiri - thank you, dear!
Disclaimer: None of us now the people we are writing about, we do not get money for this (who would pay for this???) and nothing of the following has ever happened - just fiction.
Summary: Orlando is a little bastard and utterly straight - he thinks. Viggo thinks different...


Authors:

Ashlar ... Viggo Mortensen
Chesed ... Orlando Bloom
Sijon ... Ian McKellen
Zoe ... OFC & waiter

Please, send some feedback, if you like the story - thanx *hugs *

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

(Part 1)


[Orlando]

"Do not say that! You can't be serious, can you?"

I was so disappointed. Annoyed. Furious. No, I was fucking pissed off with what was going on here. I was standing at the airport, the plane ticket to Berlin in my hands, seeing the plane through the window. Waiting. And this girl behind the counter was just staring at me. Staring with her big blue eyes. Pretty nice eyes, honestly. She was cute - blond, long hair, blue eyes, gorgeous all told but I was too pissed to notice. I was just standing in front of her, shouting again and again that I needed to get this flight. All the other passengers around us were staring at me, too. Hell, why? Because I looked like a fool? Shouting and jumping up and down all the time? Because I was so pissed off? A little bit over the top? Or because I was Orlando Bloom, the actor? The elf from "Lord Of The Rings" himself! If that was the reason this was really going to piss me off all the way.

"Mr. Bloom... Mr. Bloom?"

I could hardly hear the words, saying my name but finally they found their way through my disappointed mind. I rubbed my hand over my face and tried to come down again. Just enough so that I could hear clearly what the voice wanted to tell me. I doubted that it would be something helpful but hey, I didn't have a great deal to do. Nothing in fact. Just standing around at the airport. Waiting. Foolish. Fuck. I was so pissed! No, don't start jumping again. Just listen to the voice, calling your name again and again. Great. The very last person at this bloody airport who knows who I am.

"Mr. Bloom, please! Look: It is not just your flight. All the flights from London have been cancelled. This winter storm was not expected and it is too dangerous to fly as everything is freezing. I know it is a nightmare but..."

She knows? Oh, good!

"... all the other tourists can't fly, too."

Tourist?? Cool. So I am nothing but a stupid tourist who doesn't mind to sit around at the airport for a day or two. Anger grows again. Tourist. My fingers twiddle with the bottoms of my jean jacket. I hope this will help to control the beast in me who was very close to forget about decent education. Okay, breathe! Deep and easy. Right. And now speak to the girl. Do it as calmly as you can. One more deep breath. Go ahead.

"Well, that is fine but the only problem is that I do not have the time for this. I am not going to Berlin for sightseeing. Work. Not sightseeing. Got that, honey? Don't tell me what other people can or can't do. I am not fucking interested in that. The only thing I want to know is, how the hell can I get to Berlin? Now!"

Hmm, I have to admit that I still wasn't calm but those big blue eyes, still staring at me, enquiring, not understanding anything nearly drove me mad again. I realise that there is a shimmer in her eyes. But I really don't care that the girl is nearly crying. The only thing I care about right now is that I can't get the proper information. Ok, Orlando, start thinking and give her a broad hint!

"What about a rental car then?"

The girl blinks and glances at me in surprise. The expression in her eyes is like she is seeing me for the very first time. She blinks again but still says nothing. And of course she stares again. Hello? It's still me - Orlando Bloom. The guy who spent the last couple of minutes shouting at you. Remember, huh? Uh, someone should point out to this girl that she had better go home and look for another job. A job without speaking, without thinking and where no organisation is needed.

"Oh, yeah... yes... a rental car. Good idea, Mr. Bloom,..."

Thank you, sweetie!

"... but I'm sorry, all the rental cars have already been hired. You are too late."

Too what?? Damn! God, why are you doing this fucking thing here to me? I can't shout anymore. Only thing I can do is to strike out and kick at the travel bag beside me. From the corner of my eye I can see that the girl behind the counter is getting frightened and her eyes are shimmery again. If I give her another rude word she'll cry. I wonder if I would feel better then.

"Excuse me."

I turn around as I feel a hand on my arm. I hate it to be touched by people I do not know. I turn around and shake off the hand which is holding me. The man standing next to me smaller but older. He wearing a suit like bankers or lawyers do. His friendly smile is the only thing which keeps me from
shouting at him as well.

"Down the hall there is a station. I heard that some people have booked train tickets for the sleeper. The last train will leave in an hour or something. You would probably be able to get it."

Travelling from London to Berlin by train? I could think of better things but I know that I do not have a choice. I don't look back at the blonde girl. I just take my luggage, mutter a short "thank you" to the other man and go down the hall to look for the train station and the information desk.

I wanted to be in Berlin early enough to hang around with the Hobbits. Go out to bars, dancing and enjoying ourselves. Also I wanted to see Viggo again and speak with him about God and the entire world. It is always interesting to chat with Viggo. He knows a lot about people, life and how things really
work. That was what I was looking forward to before we needed to go back to work for the "The Two Towers" premiere. And now? Now I am standing in front of another counter to see if I can get a ticket for this last train to Berlin. Now I have to hope - to pray - that I will do so, as Peter Jackson will kill me if I miss the fucking opening night. Okay, I have to admit that it was my fault that all this happened. No, of course not the bad weather and the freezing cold winter storm but originally I planned to fly two days earlier. I am thinking about it again but I am not able to figure out why exactly I hadn't done it. Crap. Now deal with it. Probably that is the reason why I'm so pissed with the whole situation. Because it is my own fault. I could be in Berlin already. Enjoying myself. But no...

"Next, please!"

The sound of the voice telling me that I am next sounds more inventive and brighter but also more aggressive and far more impatient than the "blue eyed whiny voice". We will see. I step forward to the desk and look at the woman behind the counter. Hard to say how old she is, but she could easily be my Mother. Her glasses and the style of her hair make her look like a teacher in one of those old movies. She looks me over and I'm pretty sure she has no idea who I am. Fine. Very welcome. Just give me a place in one of the sleeping compartments. That's enough. I don't think that being rude or shouting at the woman would give me any advantage. So I try a smile. One of those smiles I know everybody loves me for.

"I need a sleeping compartment for this last train leaving to Berlin tonight... please."

"Hold on... yes, there is one left. Cash or credit card?"

I hand my credit card over and stop smiling as the woman is looking at me like a furious dragon. Unimpressed by my smile. I take the ticket with the compartment number and go to the platform. The train is there already, after all. I hate trains. Everything is small and cramped. I finally found my compartment and entered. Two beds - fine. Always welcome. I toss my bag on the bed and sit down for a moment. I'm starving. And I am still fucking pissed off. The dining car will be a good thing. I need dinner anyway and one or two pints of beer would be good too.

[Waiter]

I am just setting the tables as he enters the carriage. I open my mouth to say "Sorry Sir, but we don't serve anything yet" but then I see his face. He is really angry. Poor fellow, probably some problems with his girlfriend. These young girls nowadays really can drive a man insane. So instead I say, "Hello Sir, how can I help you?"

He takes a deep breath and says, "Hey, umm, I'm starved, err, could I have something to eat. And to drink too?" He smiles, and I can't help but stare at this cute little smile. Mmm, right decision I think. Maybe ... we will see.

"Of course, Sir. Please take a seat."

As he sits down, I take a short glance at his butt. Holy shit, that butt's firm. I wonder what it feels like to touch it... No stop it! If you rush in, you might never know. Ok, he wanted something to eat, right? So get your mouth into function again.

"So what can I bring you? We don't have warm meals yet, but there are several sandwiches..."

"Umm, do you have a cheese sandwich? And I liked to have a beer."

Cheese? Oh, no he is not a veggie, is he? That moronic son of a bitch Samus was a veggie .... Oh what the fuck is wrong today? Stop dreaming, and do your job!! "I'm afraid, we don't have cheese sandwiches. How about some ham, salmon or salami?" He frowns. Oh yeah, he is a veggie!

"Uhh, is there something else without meat?"

Ok, think! It's your own fault, so think about something else ... oh yeah, that's it! "There are some salads..."

His face lights up with a smile. You can get lost in that smile. There was something to do, wasn't there? Ah yeah, right, the salad...

"I'll take a Cesar salad with french dressing, and a beer, please."

Did he just say french kissing? No, french dressing, idiot! Go get the stuff!

"Ok, Sir, anything else?"

"No, maybe later."

I walk off to the fridge. Man concentrate! Oh but he is so cute. He is still pissed off, I can see it in the tension in his shoulders. Mmm, I'd liked to massage that tension away... Stop it, get the goddam salad, the dressing and the beer!! I manage to get the beer in the glass without too much spilling. Then I search for the salad and the dressing. The cold of the fridge cools me down. I glance over to him. He's tipping with his fingers and shifting in his seat. I freeze and stare at him. What does he look like, when ... oh stop! Man, you really need to get laid! I take a deep breath, grab the stuff and bring it to him. I just take the time to put it down before I back down. I go back to the counter and busy myself with polishing glasses and keep watching him from the corner of my eye. God, I never expected that someone eating a salad can be this arousing! The way he shoves the salad in his mouth, the dressing
that remains in the corners of his mouths and drops down to his chin. He pauses and wipes it away with the back of his hand. Oh boy!! Look somewhere else, or you have to go to the bathroom!!! Damn, it won't be until we reach Dover that someone else will come in here! I don't know whether I'm happy about that or not. He has finished the beer, so I go over and take the empty glass. He signals me to bring him another one. I manage to fill another glass and bring it over. Boy, my hands are shaking. I can't believe it! You're making a fool of yourself just because of a pretty boy!!!! Well, wouldn't be the first time ... I keep watching him. He is no longer angry, but frustrated. He has drunk half of the beer in less than five minutes.

"Could I have some whiskey, please?"

Oh yeah, really frustrated. Wanna drown your worries in alcohol, don't you? But that's not my funeral. I decide for myself that his pretty face isn't worth all the trouble this might cause .. So I pour the whiskey and bring it over. He has emptied the beer by now, and I take the empty glass and plate with me. Now he's starring out off the window, musing. As other guests enter the carriage, I force myself to turn to them. For the next hour, I nearly forget him. There's too much to do. I just manage to bring him another whiskey and the bill. Half an hour later, he leaves the carriage. I stare at his butt and kick myself mentally for not trying something. That butt might have been worth it.

[Orlando]

I am on the way back to my carriage. No easy job as the bloody train is shaking and ... wow, how many beers had I? Probably the whiskey was too much after a day spending at the airport without any food. Damn! Wait, Orli. Stop walking. Just take a deep breath and focus your eyes on your way. See, just
a few more steps and... here we are. Ok. Hmm, sit down first. Hmm, the small bed is quite comfortable. What a surprise! For some reason everything is rotating a little when I look around. I lie down to the bed. Still fully dressed. Well, although I'm tired it is too early to go to bed, isn't it? Everything is feeling better now. No shaking and rotating anymore. Shit! I should have brought something to drink with me. Shall I go back to the kind waiter and ask for a bottle of Whiskey? Then this bloody train trip would be
funny for sure!

Again I could start screaming and jumping. This fucking snow storm! Without that I would be in Berlin already, hanging around with the gang and... uh, wait. I think, I didn't tell them that I will be late. Where is my mobile? Who shall I call? Viggo? No, he will react like a dad would. First thing he will tell me will be that it is my own fault. Thanks Vig, but no need of that. Lij? Uh, he will be so disappointed that he will call the other hobbits and all of them will tell Viggo. So I could call him straight away. Sean. I'm calling Beanie! Sounds that the line is going to be quite bad. Fucking trains. Ok, it's ringing. Once, twice, ah, Sean's voice. I'm ready for a exceeded warm "hello" but what? It's just the answering machine. Fine,
that will leave any discussion behind me. I'm leaving a short message and hang up the phone.

My hands are rubbing over my face to banish the dizzy feeling that flow through my body. An idea rushed into my mind but I am too drunk and tired to catch it the first time. I am just lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling over me, giggling a little every now and then. But here it is again. Another blink through my mind and this time I catch it. Yay me! Not too hammered as it seems. What was this waiter about? Quite attentive. Quite irritating. Quite gay. Uh, he would have thrown me over the counter and fucked me between salads and steaks if I'd given him the chance. Is this weird nosy sound coming from me when I'm giggling like now? Funny, never noticed that before. This guy is pretty handsome but I'm not attracted by men, am I? Start thinking, Orli... no, I'm not. Hell, what was in that Whiskey?? Drugs?
No question, I'm not attracted by men. I love women. No doubt. Right? Somehow I'm missing the absolutely assenting "yes" from deep inside me.

I'm moving one hand down to my chest. Not really thinking what I am doing or what could follow. For a few seconds it remains there without any movement, just resting. But now... I do not know why as I don't think that my brain gave the order to do so... my hand is moving further down. My fingers are
feeling the waistband of my jeans and are trying to slip inside but it is too tight. I am caressing the bulge between my legs through the cloth of my jeans and I can feel the arousal raising. A gentle moan is coming up my throat. This sound brings me back to reality. Oh, no. Stop that Orlando Bloom! You are in a train not at home in your own bed. Fuck. Who would care? Just let's start slowly, I have to tell myself. One of my talented hands starts caressing my nipple through the cloth of my T-shirt. Mmm, that feels
damned good when the finger is moving around in small circles. While I'm rolling my nipple between my fingers it's hardening. Feeling so fine but would feel even better if my finger would draw wet lines around it. I lick my finger and push up my T-shirt. I'm shuddering as my wet fingertip touches my hard nipple. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of air on my skin. Okay, that was fucking slowly enough! I fight against the fly of my jeans. An angry moan escapes my throat. Seems that my body is still a little muzzy but finally I manage to unzip my trousers. I push them down impatiently to release my already hard cock. The heat between my legs is growing and I can feel my pulse starting to quick. My hand starts touching the most sensitive part of my body. I'm gently sighing and groaning. Uh, that's so good... And then, again I see the picture of this waiter in my mind. Fucking bullshit! That drives me really mad! The noises I make become an angry touch but in the very same moment my fingers cup around the swollen flesh even closer and harder. My strokes get faster and more aggressive. My moans louder.
I want nothing but release. Pictures in my mind. The bunny behind the counter at the airport. The gang waiting for me in Berlin. The waiter staring at me with lust filled eyes. This train here. While I'm thinking the anger I felt earlier today and which I nearly forgot - thanks to the Whiskey - is returning. But with my anger my arousal is growing. Oh God, Orlando, finish that. Now! Just two or three more fast strokes. My thumb is sliding over the moistened head of my cock and here we go!

This wonderful fucking feeling is floating through my body. I'm trembling when my moans change to a redemptive scream. I feel the heat, the wetness, the easing. My fingers still hold my cock but without any movement. They are just there. I can feel pulse the blood. My other hand relaxes on my chest. My eyes are closed and I take a few deep breaths to come down again. Sleep. All I need now is sleep. I manage to take off my trousers and my T-shirt. I just peel them off my hot, sweaty body and toss them away. Wherever they will land. I don't fucking care. I crawl between the sheets of the bed and coil up. I close my eyes again and wait for the sweet sleep to forget the most things of this damned day!

[Woman]

I turn around one more time. She is still standing there. Good, I want so dearly to walk back and kiss her. But if I do that, I'll miss the train. And you've kissed her for the last half an hour, remember? I remember that, and it doesn't help the least. Instead my yearning for her grows even more. Ah, my sweet Chantalle. Her name alone is music. Music singing in my veinh, Ih, I don't want to leave!! But I have to. And I come back in three months time.

Back to my sweet Chantalle, her sweet lips, the dark skin and those - stop it! You have to get on the train, remember? I sigh, turn around once more, wave back at her and enter the train. The night train to Berlin. Mmm, sounds nice. Nice sentence, maybe I could write a short story of it. I love writing stories. And it's time for a new one. Recently, I've just written love poems. Well, what else can you write in Paris? Especially if you have one of the most perfect beings on earth in your bed. I can't help the stupid grin that curls my mouth as I think of Chantalle in my bed. Especially this morning was perfect. We had made love the whole night long. At daybreak, Chantalle fell asleep. I sat down in a chair by the window and watched the miracle on my bed. The sun caressed her silken brown skin. Mine, I thought. My girlfriend. Mom and Dad will be jumping when I tell them that I love women. But with this site before my eyes, I don't care. The last weeks have been pure bliss, but this evening I have to leave. Go back to Berlin, to finish my diploma thesis. I sight because it will be so long until I can return. I am waving, as the train pulls out of the station. Finally, I cannot see her anymore. So I grab my bag and search my compartment. I wonder with what person I have to share it. But I don't really care, my thoughts still are with Chantalle.

I finally find it and enter. The other one is already there. It is a man, I can't say more, because he sleeps with his back to me. He has strewn his clothing all over the compartment. I sigh again and pick them up. I try to be as silent as I can, as I get ready for bed. All I wanna do now, is sleep and dream of my Chantelle. I lie there and listen to the sound of the train. It's lulling and soon I fall asleep. And I dream of my beloved Chantalle. We are back in those lovely park. The sun shines and the leaves of the trees are rustling beneath our feet. All is gold and light. We walk hand in hand, and I pull her close for a kiss. Suddenly we are all alone and we don't hesitate and lie down on the coloured leaves. I start kissing her and removing her clothes, but she stops me and tells me to stay still and enjoy it. I do. She starts with a long deep kiss, that leaves both of us breathless. Then she kisses all of my face, slowly slides down my neck and bites tenderly in my shoulder. I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of the sun on my face and Chantalle's mouth on my skin. Her lips come close to one of my nipples and as she teases it with her tongue I gasp her name. She closes her mouth over it, and sucks gently. One of her hands is rolling the other nipple. The other hand removes my clothes. She moves her mouth down to my bellybutton and now both of her hands caress my breasts. Her tongue darts in and out my navel and I moan once more her name. Her hands slide down my sides and I can't help but giggle. I am so ticklish there. She is undoing my pants and I help her doing it. One of her hands slides between my legs and I growl. Never before did I growl, but she can do that to me. Then she kisses me again. And there is something wrong ... she always kissed me soft and gentle, not hard and rough, as she is doing now ... and her hands were
smoother, weren't they? Suddenly I feel something, that shouldn't be there. I open my eyes in shock and see him over me. He is kissing me still. I try to move away, but he is too heavy. He won't do that, will he? I have never felt so much fear in my whole life. I can't move. I want to scream, to throw him off of me, but there is nothing. I can't do anything. I just lie there and ....

[Orlando]

She is just staring at me while the weight of my body fixed her to the bed. I keep her mouth shut with one of my hands. I love it when they are screaming and crying out their need for me but not now. Not here. We are in a fucking train. Can't let her scream in here, can I? I'm struggling for a few moments, only seconds, before I decide to keep her silent although it makes me hot when they scream, but no again, not in here. I hold down her wrists over her head with my other hand. I'm not sure if she would fight or scream. Doesn't look so at the moment. She is just staring at mecan can feel the tightness of her muscles, I can smell the sweat, I can see her fear, but I can't fucking think and bring my brain back to reality. There is just need.

I'm over her, naked, feel the heat of her body, my own arousal and the hardness between my legs begging for release. I spread her legs with my hands, rocking slightly first but thrusting harder into her just a moment later. Can't wait longer. Need. Now. Can't fucking wait. I push inside her. Can hear her moaning in pain and agony. No screaming. The thought on that tries to find its way to my mind but can't think. Can't think and can't wait. There is nothing but need. My body is aching under the need and the arousal. God, this day will end with a bloody perfect shag. No romance, no words, no poetry - I'm not Viggo who can talk someone to orgasm... just fucking. No lovely look from big blue eyes, no smile like it's from a girl - I'm not Lij who is loved by everybody... just fucking. No politeness, no civility, no loyalty - I'm not Sean who is the perfect gentleman... just fucking.

Again I rock inside her. Not gently as women it like. Her gaze locked with mine but I do not see her really. Tears. I can see the shimmer and feel their wetness on my hand, which still covers her mouth. I release her mouth. My hand rests now on her throat slightly squeezing and choking her. I can hear her breathe heavily and feel her raging pulse under the soft skin, which I caress now with my thumb. She opens her mouth a little but there is no sound, no words, nothing but silence. Her chest is going up and down under her breathe but I can't see it really as my eyes are fixed on one of the hard nipples, so close to me. I bend down my head and suck it between my lips again, suck as hard as I push my cock in her. Sucking, licking, biting. And there it is. I can hear it. She groans... in pleasure, in disgust, in excitement, in pain. Don't know. Don't fucking know. And I don't care. She begged for this, didn't she? Touching herself, sighing and moaning while a man is sleeping next to her. A man who fell asleep drunk and angry after a fucking damned day.

She falls silent again, biting her lower lip while she still stares at me. Asking, no begging without words to stop this cruel thing I do to her, to her body and her soul. I can't. All I can feel and note is that need in me. No way to stop this. It is fucking too late to go back and leave her alone. My hands are all over her body now. Kneading. Pinching. Squeezing. Rubbing. I feel her tortured flesh around my cock, so tight and hot. It makes me nearly come. All I want... need to is to spill into her, to feel the bloody sweet release of my aching body. I push inside her again. Rocking. Thrusting. Harder. Deeper. Faster. I loose control over my body. I'm shaking, panting and jerking. Can feel the fucking release running through my aching, swollen flesh inside her. It fells good. It feels so fucking good. My hands desist from her body and I pull out of her. I stagger back on shaking knees and rest against the wall behind me for a second to find my breath again. Exhausted and exempted. I crawl between the sheets of my bed to find some sleep, deep and quiet. Too tired to think. The last thing I get from my good shag is a staring gaze through the darkness of the night.


-------- TBC --------