Night Whispers
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
877
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Night Whispers
Pairing: /Orl/Orlando
Rating: R
Warning: AU
Summary: Orli sees Sean every night…
Archive: Of Elves and Men, My Website, My LJ... others, pls ask
Notes: Product of a challenge from furorscribendi, an LJ community with the idea of “Haunting.”
Night Whispers
===========
Orli sees Sean every night.
He sees him as clearly as he can see his reflection in the mirror when he wakes up each morning to brush his teeth. He sees Sean's slender form manifesting itself right before his very eyes, like vapour forming into droplets as it kisses the cool surface of glass. He sees, even if it may be his imagination, the glint of Sean’s eyes as it meets his. Sees the secrets that reside in those green depths.
Orli feels Sean as well. Every night.
He feels Sean in his room, hovering over his bed like a shadow. He feels Sean's gaze upon him, even in the pitch darkness of a room that is illuminated only by the softest light of the moon. He feels Sean's warm breaths flickering upon his skin in a soft caress: warm breaths ghosting over his flesh, sending ripples of shivers from the top of his head down to the base of his spine... and he would call out Sean's name, wanting to touch and be touched.
Sean touches him every night.
He leans forward to press his lips against the delicate shell of Orli's ear, whispering his Night Whispers. Sean's breath flutters in his ear, tongue flicking out, laving it with wet warmth - worshipping Orli's beauty as his long, slender fingers traces the soft line of Orli's neck - Orli arching into the touch, making strange little noises and growls at the back of his throat as Sean's lithe fingers continue its exquisite journey to his chest... and down down down to the place where Orli needs him the most.
Sean teases him. Every single night.
He strokes the length of Orli's hardening erection - fingers first tickling the sacs and then nimbly running up and down Orli's cock, pausing every now and again to fondle with the weeping head of Orli's shaft.
And Orli begs Sean. Begging weeping moaning hoping that Sean will take Orli into the warmth of his mouth… Sean's mouth as warm as the sunrays and yet dark as sin, its seemingly endless cavern swallowing Orli whole. Swallowing, clenching, sucking upon Orli's cock while he is helpless to resist... helpless to fight against the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his veins as he exploded with the force of his desire, whimpering while Sean laps hungrily at every single drop that escapes his sex.
Then there will be silence and Orli knows that, like a leaf in the wind, Sean has floated away to be amongst the shadows that clung to his walls like cobwebs... waiting for the passing of the approaching dawn in order to embrace darkness once more.
**********
“How are you this morning, Orlando?”
Silence.
“Do you remember who I am?”
Silence first. And then soft murmurs.
“Yes that’s right. I’m Sean.”
Silence amid the scratching of a pencil upon a notepad.
“Do you know why you are here?”
Silence.
“Do you remember your father?”
Silence… and then…
“Dead.”
More notes being written.
“Do you remember how he died?”
“I killed him.”
“Do you believe you did this?”
“Yes.”
“How old are you Orlando?”
“Nineteen.”
Silence. A pause.
“You are twenty-two.”
“I’m nineteen.”
“Your father sent you here when you were nineteen Orlando.”
“I’m fucking nineteen.”
“I’m helping you, Orlando. If you work with me, you’ll be able to get out of here soon. Don’t you want to get well?”
“I killed my father.”
“No you didn’t. You tried to kill *yourself*.”
“I killed him.”
Silence.
**********
Dr. Sean Bean sat behind his desk staring broodingly at the jumble of words before his eyes. Orlando has exhausted him with his silences and speaking to the boy was nothing short of torture. He had tried every single way to get past the barrier that the kid had erected over the past two to three years but to no avail. Psychologically, the boy was a goner.
The two arms that encircled him from behind brought an involuntary smile on his face as he turned around to gaze into face of his wife.
“Hey, handsome,” she said, soft lips parting in a welcoming smile.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” he murmured, cupping the back of her head before pulling her down for a gentle kiss.
“Rough day today?” she whispered into his ear, fingers gliding over his tense shoulders to his temples, proceeding to rub gently to ease away the ache.
“This boy. Orlando. I want to help him. But I don’t know how. Abby, I feel sorry for him,” he said pulling her down to sit on his lap.
Abby glanced at the notes Sean had written, along with other documentations that were scattered on the mahogany desk. Her brows furrowed.
“His father sent him to a mental institution when he was nineteen?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Yeah. Orlando Bloom. Shy and introverted. The kid had been a victim of abuse all his life. Got beaten up pretty bad by his school mates all the time and his father didn’t do a damned thing to stop them. He figured that such abuse would make a man out of his only son,” Sean said, his voice bitter as he ran a hand distractedly through his blond hair.
“The kid snapped. Tried to kill himself by swallowing some thinner at the age of eighteen and has suffered from acute hallucinations ever since. According to the doctors, he’s been talking to himself all night,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
Abby’s face softened in pity.
“What does he say?”
Sean opened his eyes, staring right into his wife’s, green eyes tearing slightly.
“Just two words… ‘Daddy, why?’”
**********
The night has fallen once more. The shadows embracing the darkness eagerly as they dance across the room animatedly, rejoicing in the death of the sunlight.
In the night, the Darkness triumphs. No pain exists. No memories. No haunting from the past.
And in the corner of the room, a mist is once again taking shape, like vapour forming into droplets as it kisses the cool surface of glass.
Orlando sees Sean every night.
He welcomes the shadow with a smile and Sean… Sean always smiles back.
Always.
THE END
http://www.nimnastian.net/nessa
Rating: R
Warning: AU
Summary: Orli sees Sean every night…
Archive: Of Elves and Men, My Website, My LJ... others, pls ask
Notes: Product of a challenge from furorscribendi, an LJ community with the idea of “Haunting.”
Night Whispers
===========
Orli sees Sean every night.
He sees him as clearly as he can see his reflection in the mirror when he wakes up each morning to brush his teeth. He sees Sean's slender form manifesting itself right before his very eyes, like vapour forming into droplets as it kisses the cool surface of glass. He sees, even if it may be his imagination, the glint of Sean’s eyes as it meets his. Sees the secrets that reside in those green depths.
Orli feels Sean as well. Every night.
He feels Sean in his room, hovering over his bed like a shadow. He feels Sean's gaze upon him, even in the pitch darkness of a room that is illuminated only by the softest light of the moon. He feels Sean's warm breaths flickering upon his skin in a soft caress: warm breaths ghosting over his flesh, sending ripples of shivers from the top of his head down to the base of his spine... and he would call out Sean's name, wanting to touch and be touched.
Sean touches him every night.
He leans forward to press his lips against the delicate shell of Orli's ear, whispering his Night Whispers. Sean's breath flutters in his ear, tongue flicking out, laving it with wet warmth - worshipping Orli's beauty as his long, slender fingers traces the soft line of Orli's neck - Orli arching into the touch, making strange little noises and growls at the back of his throat as Sean's lithe fingers continue its exquisite journey to his chest... and down down down to the place where Orli needs him the most.
Sean teases him. Every single night.
He strokes the length of Orli's hardening erection - fingers first tickling the sacs and then nimbly running up and down Orli's cock, pausing every now and again to fondle with the weeping head of Orli's shaft.
And Orli begs Sean. Begging weeping moaning hoping that Sean will take Orli into the warmth of his mouth… Sean's mouth as warm as the sunrays and yet dark as sin, its seemingly endless cavern swallowing Orli whole. Swallowing, clenching, sucking upon Orli's cock while he is helpless to resist... helpless to fight against the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his veins as he exploded with the force of his desire, whimpering while Sean laps hungrily at every single drop that escapes his sex.
Then there will be silence and Orli knows that, like a leaf in the wind, Sean has floated away to be amongst the shadows that clung to his walls like cobwebs... waiting for the passing of the approaching dawn in order to embrace darkness once more.
**********
“How are you this morning, Orlando?”
Silence.
“Do you remember who I am?”
Silence first. And then soft murmurs.
“Yes that’s right. I’m Sean.”
Silence amid the scratching of a pencil upon a notepad.
“Do you know why you are here?”
Silence.
“Do you remember your father?”
Silence… and then…
“Dead.”
More notes being written.
“Do you remember how he died?”
“I killed him.”
“Do you believe you did this?”
“Yes.”
“How old are you Orlando?”
“Nineteen.”
Silence. A pause.
“You are twenty-two.”
“I’m nineteen.”
“Your father sent you here when you were nineteen Orlando.”
“I’m fucking nineteen.”
“I’m helping you, Orlando. If you work with me, you’ll be able to get out of here soon. Don’t you want to get well?”
“I killed my father.”
“No you didn’t. You tried to kill *yourself*.”
“I killed him.”
Silence.
**********
Dr. Sean Bean sat behind his desk staring broodingly at the jumble of words before his eyes. Orlando has exhausted him with his silences and speaking to the boy was nothing short of torture. He had tried every single way to get past the barrier that the kid had erected over the past two to three years but to no avail. Psychologically, the boy was a goner.
The two arms that encircled him from behind brought an involuntary smile on his face as he turned around to gaze into face of his wife.
“Hey, handsome,” she said, soft lips parting in a welcoming smile.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” he murmured, cupping the back of her head before pulling her down for a gentle kiss.
“Rough day today?” she whispered into his ear, fingers gliding over his tense shoulders to his temples, proceeding to rub gently to ease away the ache.
“This boy. Orlando. I want to help him. But I don’t know how. Abby, I feel sorry for him,” he said pulling her down to sit on his lap.
Abby glanced at the notes Sean had written, along with other documentations that were scattered on the mahogany desk. Her brows furrowed.
“His father sent him to a mental institution when he was nineteen?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Yeah. Orlando Bloom. Shy and introverted. The kid had been a victim of abuse all his life. Got beaten up pretty bad by his school mates all the time and his father didn’t do a damned thing to stop them. He figured that such abuse would make a man out of his only son,” Sean said, his voice bitter as he ran a hand distractedly through his blond hair.
“The kid snapped. Tried to kill himself by swallowing some thinner at the age of eighteen and has suffered from acute hallucinations ever since. According to the doctors, he’s been talking to himself all night,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
Abby’s face softened in pity.
“What does he say?”
Sean opened his eyes, staring right into his wife’s, green eyes tearing slightly.
“Just two words… ‘Daddy, why?’”
**********
The night has fallen once more. The shadows embracing the darkness eagerly as they dance across the room animatedly, rejoicing in the death of the sunlight.
In the night, the Darkness triumphs. No pain exists. No memories. No haunting from the past.
And in the corner of the room, a mist is once again taking shape, like vapour forming into droplets as it kisses the cool surface of glass.
Orlando sees Sean every night.
He welcomes the shadow with a smile and Sean… Sean always smiles back.
Always.
THE END
http://www.nimnastian.net/nessa