A Thorny Black Rose

//…// denotes thoughts
~~~…~~~ are flashbacks

Beta read by and dedicated to Tròr Orcboot my best friend, soulmate and often partner in (slash-)crime! Thanks darling, I love you so much! *blushes*
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, all made up!


Stars 'n Roses

“Dammit, Orli, get the fuck out of there!” Viggo roared and kickeainsainst the bathroom door in frustration. //Fucking hell! He’s been in there for more than two hours now.// He thought angrily. “Pleeeease Vig! Just one more minute! I’ll be ready in a sec!” Viggo groaned and leant heavily against the wall. //Dear God,// he prayed //if I ever again agree to go out with Orli, please strike me down by lightning!// With a cry of surprise he jumped out of the way as the bathroom-door flew open and Orli stormed past him into the kitchen. For a moment Viggo stared after him, then he shook his head and entered the bathroom. //He’s such a child// he thought and smiled indulgently.

Orlando was in the kitchen-table, a can of coke in his hands. He had drawn his feet onto the chair and sat there, curled up like a kitten. He glanced at the clock and sighed.
//It’s so typical for Viggo to be late// he thought //he’s n on on time.// He looked at the clock again. //If he coues ues like this, I’ll still be sitting here tomorrow morning.// Orlando sighed again. He didn’t like that thought at all.

Viggo looked at the mirror again.amn amn but I do look old.// He thought as he saw the grey highlights in his hair. //I wish I could be young again. If I were only ten years younger I might ask Orli to go out with me for real.// He sighed again and with a last glance at the mirror went to look for Orlando.

“Ah, there you are!” With a cry of relief Orlando jumped up from his chair, threw his arms around Viggo and hugged him tightly. “I missed you so much!” “It’s alright, elf-boy. I said I’d go with you to that meeting at Dom’s and I will.” “Oh Vig, I love you! Come on, let’s go!” Orlando started towards the door, dragging Viggo behind him.

“Come on Vig, it’ll be alright. I’m sure they’ll behave this time, you’ll see.” Orlando pleaded as he pushed and pulled Viggo through the door. “Oh yes, and pigs can fly.” Viggo muttered under his breath as he saw Elijah who was waving both arms at them and grinned from ear to ear.
//Great. Just great.// Viggo took off his jacket and hung it over a hook. He sighed again. //This will really be a great evening.// he thought sardonically.


“Thank god you’ve come. I was afraid of being the only sane person here!” Viggo turned and smiled at Sean. “Beanie, you didn’t think I’d leave you alone with the children, did you?”
“I heard that!” suddenly Orlando jumped at Viggo. “Come on, Beanie” Orlando tugged at Sean’s pullover and glared at Viggo “if we continue to just stand here Dom and Lij won’t leave any beer for us!” Sean grinned and rolled his eyes at Viggo while he followed Orli who was already bouncing off into the kitchen.

//My god but he is beautiful…// Viggo sighed and glanced at Orli again. //He’s so young…//
“…don’t you think so too?” Beanie suddenly pulled him out of his thoughts. “What?” Dumbstruck Viggo stared at Sean who was now grinning broadly. “You seem to be somewhat …preoccupied, Vig.” Sean looked pointedly at Orlando. “I wonder where your thoughts were…” suggestively he drew up an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you mean, Beanie.”
“Of course not. But you…we always thought you were the straightest of us…”
“Sean Bean!” Viggo’s tone had a dangerous edge but he kept his voice down since Orlando and the Hobbits were still fully wrapped up in that damned Horror-movie they’d bought.
“ I am not gay!”§ he hissed. “Sure Vig. No offence intended.” Sean shrugged and grabbed another can of beer. //So Viggo is interested// he thought //I wonder if it’s Dom or Orli he’s after.// With a last speculating glance at Viggo he turned his attention back to the movie.
//Yes, this might develop into an interesting evening.//

“Viggo! Are you deaf or what?” “Hmmm?” Viggo turned to Dom who was glaring at him by now. “Sorry Dom, what did you say?” Dom rolled his eyes. “Viggo Mortensen why can’t you just concentrate on what we’re doing? Like watching this movie?” “I already said `I’m sorry`, Dom.” Viggo pointed out. “Ok, ok. Would you please help me to get the other six-packs out of the car?”

“Thanks, mate.” Dom put the beer on the floor in the living-room. “At last!” Simultaneously Orlando and Elijah pounced at the beer and claimed a few bottles.
“Fuck!” Dom fumbled through his pockets. “What?” asked Viggo “Did you forget anything? Can I be of any help?” “Yeah, I forgot to lock the car:” Dom smiled sweetly “Would you?”

//Why?// Viggo silently berated himself //Why did I allow myself to be talked into this by Dom? I hate dark car parks! Fool! You know Dom’s smile always works with you. He really is quite cute, though nothing when compared to Orlando. These chocolate-brown eyes… that enigmatic, dazzling smile… he simply is perfect// Slowly Viggo made his way to the car, images of Orlando filling his mind.

“What the…?” Viggo had been about to lock the car when someone suddenly grabbed him from behind and pushed him up against the wall. With a sharp sound the car-keys hit the pavement, which was still wet from the rain. The attacker caught hold of Viggo’s wrists and positioned his hands on the cold stone while pressing him to the wall with his body. Viggo tried to turn around but with a catlike move the attacker pulled some sort of mask over the actor’s face before pinning him to the wall again. //So this is it.// Viggo was almost panicking now. “What… what do you want? I don’t have any money with me. I… I can go and get some if you…” “Shut up!” the attacker hissed. “You’ve got everything that I want here!” “But…”
Suddenly the attacker bit into Viggo’s neck. “What?!?” Viggo gasped in shock but his voice was muffled by the mask.
He felt the attacker loosen his hold on his wrists and instead the man’s hands roamed over the actor’s chest, while he slowly unbuttohis his shirt. Slowly Viggo began to comprehend what exactly the attacker wanted.
“NO!” he struggled desperately but his attacker held him down firmly. Viggo was absolutely helpless. And he hated that feeling. The attacker started to plant small butterfly-kisses on Viggo’s neck and the, after ripping the actor’s shirt of, his upper back and sucked at the blond’s throat. Viggo groaned in spite of his fear and involuntarily pressed himself against his attacker. “No, please,,,” He felt a hand unbuckle his trousers and glide into his pants. Only seconds later Viggo’s trousers fell to the ground. The attacker unzipped his own trousers and pressed his hardness against Viggo. In spite of himself and the absurdity of the situation Viggo felt himself grow hard. The attacker’s left hand stroked the actor’s abdomen while his right hands caressed his buttocks. He kissed Viggo again and slowly slid one finger into him.
And then another. And another one. Each gently probing until he found Viggo’s spot while stroking him firmly. Viggo gasped with pleasure and groaned, pressing his face against the cold stone wall. With one swift move the attacker pushed into Viggo, driving deep into him again and again, with each stroke brushing Viggo’s spot. Viggo trembled, cried out against the mask with pleasure, pain and lust and arched his back so that the man came to thrust even deeper into him, filling him completely. The attacker gasped and took Viggo’s hard, throbbing member into his hand, caressing the tip and firmly stroking it in time with his thrusts. Soon the two moved in unison with the actor thrusting into the attacker’s hand.
Viggo’s whole body was filled with a tingling sensation and a pleasure deeper than he had ethouthought possible. With a cry he came into the attacker’s hand, spilling himself completely. Shivering he sank against the wall. He felt the attacker draw back, but then the stranger plunged into him once more, fiercer and deeper than before and with that thrust he came, spilling his semen right inside of Viggo. The actor cried out again at this feeling of utter completement. The attacker nuzzled the shivering man’s neck and the carefully withdrew. Viggo moaned in protest. The attacker’s breath brushed his throat in short, hot waves.
“You have seen the stars, dark Ranger,” a hoarse voice whispered into his ear “don’t forget about the roses.” With that the attacker let Viggo go and quickly disappeared.

Viggo sank to his knees on the cold ground and took the ski-mask off. Glancing down, he noticed a black rose on the floor. The pavement was still wet from the rain, yet the rose was dry. Carefully Viggo picked it up. It wasn’t scented. ´Don’t forget about the roses.´ his attacker had said. But now he was gone. //And you don’t even know who it was, who…// Viggo shuddered again as he remembered the feelings the stranger had evoked in him. It had felt so perfect. So right. Moaning he felt himself grow hard again. Suddenly his eyes widened as he remembered something else. //He called you ´dark Ranger´. He knows who you are. And he knows your nickname. He must be someonem thm the cast. Probably even someone from the fellow-ship!// Viggo remembered the incident through which he hadned ned that nickname only too well. He pulled up his trousers, cleaning himself as well as he good with some tissues and stared down at the rose again. It had been during the shootings for the scene at Inger Edelfelt, after Sean Bean, as Boromir, had tried to take the ring from Frodo.

~~~
(Boromir has just tried to take the ring from Frodo. Frodo is now with Aragorn.)
Aragorn: “Frodo?”
Frodo: “Stay back!”
Aragorn swo swore to protect you.”
Frodo: “Can you protect me from yourself?”
(Frodo opens his hand and there is the ring. Aragorn approaches Frodo. He snatches the ring and runs off, laughing madly.)
Peter Jackson: “Cut! Viggo! Come back here at once!! I am beginning to think this rdoesdoes indeed have strange powers!
~~~
Viggo smiled at the memory. Ever since the fellowship-actors and some of the others had called him ´dark Ranger´. He jumped with surprise as a door opened.
“No. I don’t know where s. Is. I only asked him to lock that blasted car!” Dom’s voice was definitely angry. //The key…// frantically Viggo began to search for the car keys, just as Dom spotted him. “See, Orli? There he is!” “Viggo!” Orlando rushed forward and threw his arms around the older man. “I thought something had happened to you!” “No… no Orli. I’m alright. I just um… dropped the keys. Dom’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Viggo. “You. Lost. The. Keys?!?!” “Well, yes but the have to be somewhere… oh, look! There they are!” Viggo pointed beneath the car. “I’ll lock it.” Orli said picking up the car keys. “What’s that?” Dom went to Viggo and picked the black rose and the ski mask up. “They’re mine!” Viggo snatched the items from Dom’s handsn “What’s that?” asked Orlando who ha locked the door and came up behind them. “A rose.” Said Dom, emphasizing each letter. “It seems our old man here has a secret lover whom he met in the car park.” “No! NO! Absolutely no!
I haven’t! I’m not even gay!” “Sure, Vig. Mind telling me why you’re blushing so furiously then?” “I am not blushing!” “Are!” “Not!” “Yes you are!” “Oh…”
“Well…” Dom looked at both, Viggo and Orlando, who were still glaring at each other
“could we continue this inside? It’s wet and rather cold out here…”
“So it is!” Viggo agreed and nearly ran inside to vanish into the bathroom.

Orlando and Dom exchanged puzzled glances and followed Viggo inside.
//Orli’s eyes were twinkling with mischief// thought Dom //I wonder if he knows more than he wants me to believe. Something did happen. What the devil is he up to?//
Orlando stared suspiciously at Dom’s back. //Dom left to prepare some food in the kitchen, right after he sent Viggo out to lock the car… he was alone there… nobody saw him…
And when I wanted to help him he was not in the kitchen. Furthermore he was not surprised that Viggo was late and came back with that rose…
what for fuck’s sake hat hat Hobbit up to?//

tbc…