FIC: Her Merry Fellow

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Well, I´m guite a huge fan of ghost stories, so naturally I´ve ended up writing some of my own. And as I´m totally hooked on my sweetie Orlando, all of them will be Orlando/somebody. This is the second one. Have fun! And be so kind and drop me a line after reading. Thank you so much!

Title: Her Merry Fellow
Series: The Ghostly Fairy-Tales
Author: ocko_okate (ocko_okate@yahoo.com)
Beta: The Wonderful Robyn :-)) But I did some rewriting of the betaed version so all mistakes are mine! :-(
Pairing: Colin Farrell/Orlando Bloom
Rating: R
Summary: Ghostly meetings in old elevators... Things don´t always turn out the way we planned...
Feedback: Yes, please!




Disclaimers: I don´t know Orlando Bloom or Colin Farrell and am in no way connected to them. This is purely a work of fiction and written for fun. So please, enjoy and don´t sue me!
Archive: Please ask first!
Author´s Notes: This is the second story in the series and if you like this one I would suggest, go and read the first one too, it´s The Roses.
But they´re completely separate, it´s not necessary to read both of them. And I swear, I tried to write NC-17, but it seems that I´m not capable of such wonders yet... So maybe the next time :-)))




„How to hell have I ended up in this fucking graveyard?“ He wondered for the umpteenth time since he set a foot in this place. The distant rustling and screeching of the coming elevator did nothing to improve his already bad mood, neither did the stiff welcome he got at the reception.

„It is not allowed to smoke in here, Mister“ were the first words he heard of the quite aged stern looking lady behind the desk. ´Gods, she must be at least hundred,´ he thought as he watched her wrinkled hands filling out the quartering papers. Just another face in the crowd...

Self-consciously, he threw his fresh started cigar away. Hell, he was so tired of this...

„Give me the rest of the pack, please“ she said, not lifting her head from writing. „You´ll get it back after moving out.“

Tired of people, tired of their orders....reasonable or not...

Reluctant he passed her the opened pack, not daring to mention the other one he had in the back trouser pocket.

„And don´t you dare to smoke in the elevator either!“ The shouting of the old witch echoed warningly after him.

´Fuck, could this bitch read minds or what?´ Could maybe everyone but him read minds?

Waiting impatiently for the ancient looking yellow copper monster to come, Colin would give anything for a smoke. If it wasn’t for this fucking heavy suitcase, he certainly would prefer the stairs. One big suitcase.....how do you pack a whole life in a simple suitcase?

Finally the at least three tons of metal was here. He sighed and began to usher his far to big luggage into the very spare place, longing to get some privacy. Away from all those prying eyes, anonymous faces, endless demands and duties....

After losing the last shred of patience, he simply placed it edgewise, blocking most of the space and stepped into the elevator, determined to get drunk as fast as possible after coming to his room. As if the ever present weariness of life could be drowned in alcohol...

„Hey there! Wait for me!“ Well, no mercy for the damned...

There was a light pleasant voice with an clear local accent to hear and the sound of hurried footsteps. Then a delicate tanned hand stopped the closing door and a slender lithe figure pressed himself into the now fairly crowded place.

After the door closed with a loud thump the elevator started to move at an agonisingly slow pace. But Colin couldn´t care less. This one certainly wasn´t just another face in the crowd.

Because of the small space, almost in his arms stood an unbelievably hot looking although a bit oddly dressed young man.

The dark grey evening coat matched with fitting dark grey trousers, polished black shoes and a white satin shirt created a stunning image of an young gentleman.

Were it not for the askew hat covering a mass of unruly brown curls and the small amused smirk on the man´s beutiful lips, he would believe him to be a nobleman of past ages.

A pair of deep brown eyes studied him closely and he suddenly felt more alive then ever.

And, fuck it, it seemed that not every inhabitant of this hotel was so scared of the old witch, as the fair beauty lit himself a smoke. A puff of an intriguing aroma was blown right in Colin´s face along with a delighted purr. ´Are you trying to tell me something, Lord?´

He couldn´t surpress a longing sigh as the full lips took another draft, closing around the fag in a very lascivious manner.

A unique shaped eyebrow quirked up teasingly and the man measured him with a coquetish air.

„Wanna taste?“ The soft voice nearly purred in his ear.

´Had ever a thirsty man turned down the offer of fresh water?´ Although being pretty sure that the old fury will rip his head off, Colin simply couldn´t resist the offer.

„Fuck, yeah,“ he breathed out, rather overwhelmed.

He thought, the man will offer him his fag, but he didn´t figure it out quite right. The stranger quenched the cig by crushing it with his heel and stepped closer, causing a pleasant shiver all over Colin´s body.

Soft, demanding lips brushed upon his mouth in a teasing hint of a kiss and the lick of a probing tongue left an arousing taste of tobacco on his lips.

Hands were placed on both sides of Colin´s head and eyes darkened from desire looked straight into his.

„More?“ The hot breath ghosted over his face.

Colin could only nod, paralysed by the sudden wave of lust, feeling his whole body coming alive. The temperature seemed to be somewhere near the boiling point by now.

The stranger chuckled sweetly, clearly amused by Colin´s response.

„Didn´t think you´d be the easy yielding type,“ he said before crushing his mouth on Colin´s in a hungry kiss. A skilled tongue quickly found entrance to Colin´s cave and ravished him with an intense passion.

´Hell, this one certainly knew how to kiss!“ Colin shuddered as another wave of excitement hit him and he longed to touch the slender body, to hold the delicate hands and make the cheeky voice moan in lust.

Suddenly, the elevator movement ceased and the lights slowly went of, leaving both bodies only in a dim light.

The sweet lips parted from his mouth and a panting aroused voice whispered in his ear.

„Hope you don´t mind some privacy.“

No, Colin didn´t mind at all to get an another chance on life. As the lithe body pressed flush against him he could feel delicate muscles flex under the satiny fabric.

Long fingers tangled in his spiky short hair and a nose tip brushed tenderly upon the stubles of his three-day beard, enjoying the sensation.

„Make love to me, please.“

Breathed out in a soft beseeching tone, the words seemed to reveal a lonely soul, desperate for human touch.

Maybe...Maybe this could become more then a lust filled, mindless adventure...

Colin forgot all his worries about being caught in the middle of a very indecent situation.

Taking the beautiful face in his hands he lost himself in the exuisite smell and taste of the soft skin not caring for the still rising heat around him.

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„Mister! Mister! Wake up!“

It was not the lilting voice of the beautiful stranger which brought him back to consciousness.

A deep, worried bass mixed with an from anxiety high pitched voice creeped slowly into Colin´s sweet thoughts and woke him to the sight of two worried faces bend over him. It was the old lady from the reception desk and a man, dressed like a physician.

One moment wrapped in the arms of the answer to all his sorrows....and the next second lying alone on a cold floor....the shock couldn´t be greater.

Heavy clouds of smoke dimmed his view and his lungs desperately screamed for fresh air. He couldn´t surpress a heavy coughing fit, his lungs full of smoke, his eyes burning and tearing.

„Thank God, you´re still alive, Mister!“ The doctor´s bass exclaimed relieved. „We thought, we´ve lost you already.“

„What? What the fuck are you talking about?“

And so they told him.

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„You´ve seen him, haven´t you?“

It was this question, spoken in an weary knowing voice, which brought Colin out of his reverie. Three days passed since his elevator adventure and he still couldn´t quite cope with the whole situation.

After recovering from inhaling too much smoke and a heavy scolding from the local doctor for being so careless and nearly suffocateing from smoking in a stuck elevator, he stopped their ramblings and asked about the other man.

About the one whose burning touches, demanding kisses and soft whimpers left him completely undone...

But his questions brought him only some curious questions from the doctor and and odd almost hateful look from the old lady.

„There was nobody else, my son,“ said the doctor at least, soothingly laying a hand on his shoulder.

And the same sentence he heard from everyone else in the past days, refusing to believe it was only a halucination and trying to find the enchanting beauty.

He was determined not to let this one get away so fast...not after what happened in the elevator.

´There was nobody else... Fuck it!´ The whole situation drove him slowly crazy. ´I´m not a bloody lunatic, I know what I´ve seen and felt.´

He hadn´t even drunk in the night after, neither in the next two. Alcohol usually made him forget, but this time he didn´t want to.

He currently stood somehow lost in the local library, being it the last place where he hadn´t searched for his beautiful stranger yet.

To forget the passion, the raw pure lust, the unbelievable intensity of their lovemaking.... even if he wanted, he couldn´t....

„Hey, my boy, one so young as you are can´t be deaf! I asked if you´ve seen him?“ The old pal sitting in a chair by the window seemed to actually speak to him.

„Sorry, old man, but who are you speaking about?“

The old man sighed tiredly and looked from the window, pointing with his head in the direction of Colin´s hotel.

„Well....She is calling him her merry fellow. On quiet nights, when only few customers are there, he keeps her company by laughing sweetly in the empty corridors and clinking with the bottles in the hotel bar.

And when he is in the right mood, he will even chuckle in her ear.“

„What is this all about?“ Colin asked completely confused. He wasn´t even sure if the old man was really talking to him, so distant and unfocused seemed his voice.

„Now don´t look at me like this,“ the old man chuckled lightly. „As far as I can remember, Annie was always a little bit overprotective of her ghost. The lad can be a very nice company indeed.“

„Wait, wait a moment...what are you trying to tell me?“ Colin´s confusion grew with every word. Was this old guy maybe crazy? Or was he somehow connected to the old witch and this whole thing was only one big sick prank, invented during some sunday bible readings?

„Well, my boy, do you really think you´re the first?“

The old man suddenly didn´t seem that distracted or senile and Colin found himself looking into a life battered face, full of wisdom gained through bitter experiences.

Wary blue eyes measured Colin, took in every detail of his face and body.

„Hmmm...you´re reminding me of myself, when I was younger....much younger.“

The man´s voice trailed again far away like remembering things which happened a long time ago. „It seems we are both his type.“

Colin finally made a decision.

Everything he got so far was an painful emptiness in his heart...and the unfocused ramblings of an old senile pal....

With one swift movement he took the nearest chair and seated himself in front of the old man, the chair turned backward. His arms resting on the chair-back, hands anxiously gripping the wood and in his heart perfectly sure, that whatever he was about to hear he surely won´t like.

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„His name...his name is...was...Orlando. Yes, Orlando Bloom I think,“ the old man repeated as to reassure himself.

„More then hundred years ago he was one of the most succesful local hookers here, with a reputation in the whole country.

He was a merry, light tempered person, smiling and laughing all the time, enjoying a life which one could barely call worth of a decent human being.

When he first appeared on the local streets, he was as poor as a church rat. His only belongings were this dark satin suit and a silver box of matches.

And although having soon many customers and earning a fair share of money, he never possesed more.

He loved the life, good company and parties and spend most of his money on his friends, which were many and on his cigarettes, which he loved too.

It must´ve happened after one of these parties, which were always a great time for him, as his merry laughter still sometimes echoes the empty corridors.

He was always a very reasonable young man, but when you´re drunk even the most stupid things seem perfectly right to you.

He took the lift instead of stairs and standing inside lit himself a cig, throwing the smouldering match on the floor as he always did.“

The man´s voice grew quieter with every word as deep sorrow slowly creeped in his eyes, accompanied by helpless anger about things that couldn´t be changed anymore.

„You must know the elevators in those days were mostly wooden, only a simple box, impregnated and nailed together.

The poor lad didn´t stand a chance as the walls around him suddenly caught fire, the lift standing stuck between two floors.

He burned alive.

Slowly, painfully and so completely alone in his last hours as he wasn´t in his whole life.
No one was there to hear the desperate cries of this lonely spirit, whose dead was as intense and bright as his whole life was.

And the consumed alcohol made the whole tragedy even quicker.

The people who came to his rescue, found only the reeking rests of the elevator along with a nearly ruined silver match box.“

Wrinkled hands clenched from the sudden rush of emotions, the old voice being now full of real anger.

„The police simply reported an accidental death and nobody worried too much, as only another hooker dissapeared from the streets.

But fate loved this one too much and couldn´t let him go so early. Having cursed him with a sudden, painful death, he got blessed with an opportunity to to participate in life again.

Being forever bound to the old hotel and its elevator, he can enjoy at least a part of being alive again .... forever seeking for some company as much as he did his whole life.“

Replaying a long gone memory, the old man chuckled to himself, the frail fingers now tracing tender patterns on the chair arm rest.

„And I dare to say, he enjoys his new situation far more then one would believe,“ he said with a mischievous twinkle in the eyes.

Colin, who till now hung on the man´s words, shook his head in disbelief.

„And you know all this because of...?“ He asked, his voice betraying the last words, hoping for an answer different from the doubts on his mind.

„It´s the smokes, my boy. We both seem to prefer the same lable. And apparently they´re to his liking too.“

The old guy shook his head knowingly, watching Colin´s confused and unsure expression with thougtful eyes.

„Well, I´m not a local either, son.

Came here right after World War II for a short two months assignment, staying in the same hotel as you are now, eager to get back home as soon as possible.

But ... after meeting him the first time, I decided to stay .... for ever.“

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´That´s fucking insane,´ was Colin´s only thought on his way back to the hotel. He kept replaying the old man´s words in his head again and again trying to find a different explanation.

´A ghost? A fucking non-existing, absolutly not possible, over hundred years old ghost??? Was this old guy really trying to tell him that he spent the most amazing hours of his life with a GHOST?´

„Fuck, if this isn´t a weird town,“ he muttered to himself, entering the hotel foyer. The old witch – Annie apparently – shot him a cold glare but didn´t say a word.

´Frigid old bitches and crazy old senile fuckers,´ he thought angrily, a lump rising in his throat, heading straight for the elevator and determined to start packing immediately.

´And I´m sure as hell never coming to this fucking hole again,´ he swore, ignoring the tears that started to fill his eyes. Hitting the button to his floor he rested his weary head on the back wall welcoming the emptiness which filled his heart again.

But then...

Slender arms wrapped around his waist, causing a familiar sensation of the soft satiny fabric on his body.

A tall, lithe body pressed flush against his own.

Sweet teasing lips left the intoxicating taste of tobacco in his mouth and a mass of silken brown curls brushed his neck.

„I´ve missed you.“ A soft delighted voice whispered in his ear.

And Colin suddenly knew for sure where he will be spending his next holidays.

The End.





*chews nervously on thumb* Was it any good?