Forever Mine, Forever Young
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,409
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Forever Mine, Forever Young
TITLE: Forever Mine, Forever Young
AUTHOR: shimmer
EMAIL: lakshmi242003@yahoo.com
PAIRING: VM/OB, VM/OB/SB
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: LOTR-RPS
STATUS: WIP. Sequel to Wild Wild Horses.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t claim to know them or their preferences.
SUMMARY: Viggo and Orli continue to try to maintain their relationship throughout the end of the filming of LOtR, and perhaps support a family as well. There will be angst, kinks, and smutty threesomes.
Chapter 1.
“Ouch. Dammit.” Viggo rubbed his side where Sean had caught him with his practice sword. His mind was nowhere near their mock battle. *Which is a good way get hurt, old man,* he told himself, as he parried another blow that came perilously close to his head.
Normally, Viggo was a match for Sean even though he had arrived on the set without any knowledge of swordplay. Today, however, he was lost in misty thoughts of Orli.
The two had been together for over six months now, and Viggo had never been happier. He loved Orli for who he was, and accepted his youth, but more importantly, he accepted his that his own desire for Orli stemmed from that youthfulness.
Orli had been a whirlwind at first, not at all sure of himself or where he fit into Viggo’s life, but he had settled down. Particularly after his visit home to London over the Holidays. In fact, in the month that Orli had been back in New Zealand, he had been more sedate that Viggo had ever seen him.
And while Viggo enjoyed Orli as the model boyfriend, cooking, cleaning and hanging on his every word. He missed Orli’s precociousness and his unpredictability.
And there were other things. A late night phone call that had left Orli sullen and uncommunicative.
And there was the sex. Their sex had always been incredible and sometimes violent. But lately, well, Orli had wanted something . . . else. Something he couldn’t seem to define to Viggo. He would goad the other man on into fits of savage lovemaking, and then just lie back and take it. Almost as if he were seeking punishment for something.
It had Viggo baffled and a little disturbed.
That was why he had something special planned for Orli’s birthday. Something that was guaranteed to shake Orli out of his sudden complacency, and hopefully purge whatever demons were plaguing him.
He was going to give Orli what hved ved best. Something new, something thrilling.
Sean’s sword smacked Viggo in the stomach, waking him from his reverie with a grunt. “Y’sure you want to do this, mate?” Sean asked, leaning on his sword.
A glance told Viggo that Sean wasn’t asking about swordplay. “I’m sure. He’ll love it.”
~*~
That evening, after Chinese take-out and movies, Viggo gently broached the birthday subject.
Orli was in a difficult mood, as he so often was lately, restless, yet clingy, and it took him a moment to respond. “I really don’t want anything, Vig. Just you. Always.”
He sounded a little desperate, and Viggo pulled him across the couch and wrapped his arms around him, hoping to reassure him. “You have me, angel,” he said, resting his head on Orli’s shoulder. “But I want to do something special for you. Will you let me?”
“Of course.” Orli shrugged.
“What’s wrong?” Viggo asked, laying Orli back on the couch and resting a hand on his forehead. “You’ve been out of sorts ever since you came home. I mean, I could tell that something wasn’t right the minute you got off the plane.”
Indeed, Viggo recalled, when he’d met Orli at the airport the other man had been noticeable subdued. Viggo had assumed that Orli was homesick, or that at worst, rumors of his involvement with Viggo had reached his family and that they had disapproved. But, when he had asked about that particular concern, Orli had waved it off, saying that his family didn’t know and that he would tell them later. So, Viggo had hoped that it was a p a passing temper, and Orli d snd snap out of it. He hadn’t.
“There’s nothing wrong, love.” Orli was looking up at him with wide eyes.
Viggo snorted. “Of course not. You’re always this submissive, this biddable, and this . . .this . . .calm!”
“I just don’t want to do anything to scare you off,” Orli grinned a little, “I’ve been known to do some pretty stupid things when I don’t think.”
“Hah.” Viggo ruffled Orli’s hair where the curls were just starting to grow back. “There not much you couo too to scare me away. Trust me.” He sat up and yawned. “So, go on back to being yourself. We’ll start with your birthday.”
Viggo stood up, and headed for the bedroom, hoping that Orli would follow. He felt like they had resolved the problem, and he was already plotting Orli’s present, imagining Orli’s surprise and pleasure.
He didn’t notice the sad smile on Orli’s face as the boy’s dark eyes tracked his progress down the hallway.
~*~
Viggo was utterly assured that Orli couldn’t do anything to scare him away, drive him away, or in any way possible split them apart. He trusted the younger man implicitly, and that was why he was comfortable with the birthday present he had chosen for Orli.
It was going to be a bigger rush than anything Orli had ever experienced before; it was going to be unforgettable.
And Viggo knew from heated, in-the-moment conversations, that this was something that Orli wanted very much to try.
So, when Orli came home on the afternoon of his birthday, Viggo was waiting. With music playing and pink champagne chilling.
Orli laughed out loud at the pick champagne. A familiar, colorful scarf was tied around its neck, and he drank it eagerly, snickering every time the bubbles tickled his nose. It succeeded in lightening his perpetually pensive mood, and made him curious about his present. He nagged Viggo about it as he got tipsier and the bubbles got ticklier.
He let Viggo pull him down into his lap, and the older man could feel a looseness to Orli’s muscles that had been lacking in the past weeks. Viggo took that as a good sign and began to untie the scarf from the bottle. Orli didn’t miss a beat, waving his champagne flute and toasting Viggo, New Zealand, and eventually himself, asgo ggo gently retied the scarf around his head, covering his eyes.
Viggo rescued the crystal glass and kissed Orli before the blinded boy could make a mess of them, finding himself almost shaking with nerves and arousal. He always (although he rarely admitted it), liked having Orli under his control. Having the boy blind, relaxed, and sitting pliantly in his lap was extraordinarily intense. He would have to be careful, and go slowly, if he wanted Orli to experience all he had in store for him.
“Stand up, love,” he said as he levered Orli to his feet and took his hands. “Just let me lead you.”
Orli smiled angelically, looking sublimely vulnerable beneath the blindfold and responded, “I’ll follow you anywhere, my king.”
The rush of blood to Viggo’s groin almost hurt him. There had only been a few times in the past where they had blurred the lines between their characters and their reality, but those instances had been mind-alteringly intense.
“Then trust, and follow me now.”
He led Orli down the hall and into the bedroom. But even as they entered, Orli hesitated, sensing that something was . . . off. Viggo saw from the set of Orli’s chin that he knew they weren’t alone.
The boy tensed and sniffed the air. He recognized the cologne. And gripping Viggo’s hands he spoke quietly, still taking refuge in his role, “Am I to serve both Lords of Gondor this night?”
“Nay, Legolas,” Sean spoke for the first time, rising from the bed and moving to place his hands on Orli’s shoulders.
Perhaps keeping Viggo‘s mad ideas in the context of fantasy would make it easier for them all. For despite Sean's reservations, he was slipping easily into the game. He murmured into Orli‘s ear, “We are here to serve you, if you will but allow it.”
TBC
AUTHOR: shimmer
EMAIL: lakshmi242003@yahoo.com
PAIRING: VM/OB, VM/OB/SB
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: LOTR-RPS
STATUS: WIP. Sequel to Wild Wild Horses.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t claim to know them or their preferences.
SUMMARY: Viggo and Orli continue to try to maintain their relationship throughout the end of the filming of LOtR, and perhaps support a family as well. There will be angst, kinks, and smutty threesomes.
Chapter 1.
“Ouch. Dammit.” Viggo rubbed his side where Sean had caught him with his practice sword. His mind was nowhere near their mock battle. *Which is a good way get hurt, old man,* he told himself, as he parried another blow that came perilously close to his head.
Normally, Viggo was a match for Sean even though he had arrived on the set without any knowledge of swordplay. Today, however, he was lost in misty thoughts of Orli.
The two had been together for over six months now, and Viggo had never been happier. He loved Orli for who he was, and accepted his youth, but more importantly, he accepted his that his own desire for Orli stemmed from that youthfulness.
Orli had been a whirlwind at first, not at all sure of himself or where he fit into Viggo’s life, but he had settled down. Particularly after his visit home to London over the Holidays. In fact, in the month that Orli had been back in New Zealand, he had been more sedate that Viggo had ever seen him.
And while Viggo enjoyed Orli as the model boyfriend, cooking, cleaning and hanging on his every word. He missed Orli’s precociousness and his unpredictability.
And there were other things. A late night phone call that had left Orli sullen and uncommunicative.
And there was the sex. Their sex had always been incredible and sometimes violent. But lately, well, Orli had wanted something . . . else. Something he couldn’t seem to define to Viggo. He would goad the other man on into fits of savage lovemaking, and then just lie back and take it. Almost as if he were seeking punishment for something.
It had Viggo baffled and a little disturbed.
That was why he had something special planned for Orli’s birthday. Something that was guaranteed to shake Orli out of his sudden complacency, and hopefully purge whatever demons were plaguing him.
He was going to give Orli what hved ved best. Something new, something thrilling.
Sean’s sword smacked Viggo in the stomach, waking him from his reverie with a grunt. “Y’sure you want to do this, mate?” Sean asked, leaning on his sword.
A glance told Viggo that Sean wasn’t asking about swordplay. “I’m sure. He’ll love it.”
~*~
That evening, after Chinese take-out and movies, Viggo gently broached the birthday subject.
Orli was in a difficult mood, as he so often was lately, restless, yet clingy, and it took him a moment to respond. “I really don’t want anything, Vig. Just you. Always.”
He sounded a little desperate, and Viggo pulled him across the couch and wrapped his arms around him, hoping to reassure him. “You have me, angel,” he said, resting his head on Orli’s shoulder. “But I want to do something special for you. Will you let me?”
“Of course.” Orli shrugged.
“What’s wrong?” Viggo asked, laying Orli back on the couch and resting a hand on his forehead. “You’ve been out of sorts ever since you came home. I mean, I could tell that something wasn’t right the minute you got off the plane.”
Indeed, Viggo recalled, when he’d met Orli at the airport the other man had been noticeable subdued. Viggo had assumed that Orli was homesick, or that at worst, rumors of his involvement with Viggo had reached his family and that they had disapproved. But, when he had asked about that particular concern, Orli had waved it off, saying that his family didn’t know and that he would tell them later. So, Viggo had hoped that it was a p a passing temper, and Orli d snd snap out of it. He hadn’t.
“There’s nothing wrong, love.” Orli was looking up at him with wide eyes.
Viggo snorted. “Of course not. You’re always this submissive, this biddable, and this . . .this . . .calm!”
“I just don’t want to do anything to scare you off,” Orli grinned a little, “I’ve been known to do some pretty stupid things when I don’t think.”
“Hah.” Viggo ruffled Orli’s hair where the curls were just starting to grow back. “There not much you couo too to scare me away. Trust me.” He sat up and yawned. “So, go on back to being yourself. We’ll start with your birthday.”
Viggo stood up, and headed for the bedroom, hoping that Orli would follow. He felt like they had resolved the problem, and he was already plotting Orli’s present, imagining Orli’s surprise and pleasure.
He didn’t notice the sad smile on Orli’s face as the boy’s dark eyes tracked his progress down the hallway.
~*~
Viggo was utterly assured that Orli couldn’t do anything to scare him away, drive him away, or in any way possible split them apart. He trusted the younger man implicitly, and that was why he was comfortable with the birthday present he had chosen for Orli.
It was going to be a bigger rush than anything Orli had ever experienced before; it was going to be unforgettable.
And Viggo knew from heated, in-the-moment conversations, that this was something that Orli wanted very much to try.
So, when Orli came home on the afternoon of his birthday, Viggo was waiting. With music playing and pink champagne chilling.
Orli laughed out loud at the pick champagne. A familiar, colorful scarf was tied around its neck, and he drank it eagerly, snickering every time the bubbles tickled his nose. It succeeded in lightening his perpetually pensive mood, and made him curious about his present. He nagged Viggo about it as he got tipsier and the bubbles got ticklier.
He let Viggo pull him down into his lap, and the older man could feel a looseness to Orli’s muscles that had been lacking in the past weeks. Viggo took that as a good sign and began to untie the scarf from the bottle. Orli didn’t miss a beat, waving his champagne flute and toasting Viggo, New Zealand, and eventually himself, asgo ggo gently retied the scarf around his head, covering his eyes.
Viggo rescued the crystal glass and kissed Orli before the blinded boy could make a mess of them, finding himself almost shaking with nerves and arousal. He always (although he rarely admitted it), liked having Orli under his control. Having the boy blind, relaxed, and sitting pliantly in his lap was extraordinarily intense. He would have to be careful, and go slowly, if he wanted Orli to experience all he had in store for him.
“Stand up, love,” he said as he levered Orli to his feet and took his hands. “Just let me lead you.”
Orli smiled angelically, looking sublimely vulnerable beneath the blindfold and responded, “I’ll follow you anywhere, my king.”
The rush of blood to Viggo’s groin almost hurt him. There had only been a few times in the past where they had blurred the lines between their characters and their reality, but those instances had been mind-alteringly intense.
“Then trust, and follow me now.”
He led Orli down the hall and into the bedroom. But even as they entered, Orli hesitated, sensing that something was . . . off. Viggo saw from the set of Orli’s chin that he knew they weren’t alone.
The boy tensed and sniffed the air. He recognized the cologne. And gripping Viggo’s hands he spoke quietly, still taking refuge in his role, “Am I to serve both Lords of Gondor this night?”
“Nay, Legolas,” Sean spoke for the first time, rising from the bed and moving to place his hands on Orli’s shoulders.
Perhaps keeping Viggo‘s mad ideas in the context of fantasy would make it easier for them all. For despite Sean's reservations, he was slipping easily into the game. He murmured into Orli‘s ear, “We are here to serve you, if you will but allow it.”
TBC