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Title: Moonlighting
Pairing: Billy/Orlando/Karl
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never ever happened.
Summary: Orlando is immoral. He also gets what he wants.
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
killerbunys who asked for Billy/Orlando/Karl and Orlando being mean. I did it, and I'm super proud of how it came out. Enjoy!
Being mean was no more than a night job to Orlando. Immorality wasn’t an admirable profession, but Orlando would be damned – more so than he already was – not to admit how good at it he was.
After all, it did have a tendency to get things done.
It also got him what he wanted.
Things seemed to just happen in such a way that information and opportunities fell right into his lap. To not take advantage of them would be quite the stupid feat. Orlando nearly couldn’t believe his rare luck as he first stumbled on a piece of prime knowledge that guaranteed him Billy (He’d wanted Billy since they first spent hours flying to New Zealand. He’d wanted the man and the accent and everything). Then he’d stumbled upon an act itself that delivered Karl right into his clutches (All dark smoldering gazes and strong hands. Orlando found himself wanting more.)
If playing a little to left of morality was how he was going to have to do it, then so be it.
After all, it isn’t every day you got two gambits that gave you the direct advantage. Finding out about the direction in which Billy’s affections lay should have crushed Orlando’s spirit. Should have. Instead it fueled his determination. It worked so well, because Orlando wanted Billy and Billy wanted Dom. Of course, life being what it was, Dom just happened to be as straight as an arrow.
Or so Orlando told Billy over drinks.
After all, no one needed to know that Dom swung around when he found someone worth swinging for. Dom seemed to be curving Billy, but it didn’t matter. Dom could swing swing all he wanted and Orlando would merely block the attempts.
So, for all intents and purposes, Dom was straight and Billy lost out.
Getting Karl had merely been a matter of simple blackmail. They had been sharing a trailer during Rohan reshoots and Orlando had walked in just as Karl climaxed crying Viggo’s name in a fit of self-loving. When the ‘o’ left his mouth, Orlando’s brain had clicked on.
Checkmate.
All he had to do after that was deliver a rendezvous point and ample incentive.
Billy scowled to himself before he walked into Orlando’s open hotel room. There was no logical reason for him to be there except…except where else had he to go? He could turn around and pine in a lonely room.
Besides, it anyone had the potential to cure a lovesick heart, it would be Orlando. He always did think it might happen – deep down, ever since that long flight, he knew. He walked in to find Orlando puttering about, a room made up to the nines. He smiled thinly and knew there was no turning back now.
There was no one to turn back to.
“Hold my stuff for a moment?” Billy requested while he handed off an assortment of personal belongings into Orlando’s arms. “I’m just going to head to the washroom.”
Once the door closed, the phone cradled in Orlando’s arms began to quietly chirp ‘La Cucaracha’. Orlando juggled everything – a sweater, a small bag, and an umbrella for the trickling rain – until he could hold the telephone to his ear.
“Billy Boyd’s telephone,” he sounded. For a moment there was silence on the other line. Orlando was even about to hang up when he heard rustling and a faint voice.
“That you Orlando?”
It was Dom.
“It’s me,” he confirmed and said nothing else.
“Billy there?” Dom asked. He sounded sick; maybe even desperate. Perhaps both. “I really have to tell him something.”
And then it happened. Split seconds can produce decisions that are later rued and deplored. For Orlando, it was a quite a smart move.
“He’s here,” Orlando began, “But he’s not available,” he stressed the last word before hanging up, turning the power off and disconnecting his own line. He heard water running in the washroom as he placed the belongings on the table. The bed was ready, Billy was heading towards him and Dom was disposed of.
He should be regretting his actions, he knows as he pours a glass of wine for Billy. Some ounce of moral fibre ought to be screaming, he thinks when Billy takes the first sip.
Everything was going to work and be just fine.
Besides, Karl was knocking at the door.
And the bed was ready.
end
Pairing: Billy/Orlando/Karl
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never ever happened.
Summary: Orlando is immoral. He also gets what he wants.
Notes: For
killerbunys who asked for Billy/Orlando/Karl and Orlando being mean. I did it, and I'm super proud of how it came out. Enjoy!Being mean was no more than a night job to Orlando. Immorality wasn’t an admirable profession, but Orlando would be damned – more so than he already was – not to admit how good at it he was.
After all, it did have a tendency to get things done.
It also got him what he wanted.
Things seemed to just happen in such a way that information and opportunities fell right into his lap. To not take advantage of them would be quite the stupid feat. Orlando nearly couldn’t believe his rare luck as he first stumbled on a piece of prime knowledge that guaranteed him Billy (He’d wanted Billy since they first spent hours flying to New Zealand. He’d wanted the man and the accent and everything). Then he’d stumbled upon an act itself that delivered Karl right into his clutches (All dark smoldering gazes and strong hands. Orlando found himself wanting more.)
If playing a little to left of morality was how he was going to have to do it, then so be it.
After all, it isn’t every day you got two gambits that gave you the direct advantage. Finding out about the direction in which Billy’s affections lay should have crushed Orlando’s spirit. Should have. Instead it fueled his determination. It worked so well, because Orlando wanted Billy and Billy wanted Dom. Of course, life being what it was, Dom just happened to be as straight as an arrow.
Or so Orlando told Billy over drinks.
After all, no one needed to know that Dom swung around when he found someone worth swinging for. Dom seemed to be curving Billy, but it didn’t matter. Dom could swing swing all he wanted and Orlando would merely block the attempts.
So, for all intents and purposes, Dom was straight and Billy lost out.
Getting Karl had merely been a matter of simple blackmail. They had been sharing a trailer during Rohan reshoots and Orlando had walked in just as Karl climaxed crying Viggo’s name in a fit of self-loving. When the ‘o’ left his mouth, Orlando’s brain had clicked on.
Checkmate.
All he had to do after that was deliver a rendezvous point and ample incentive.
Billy scowled to himself before he walked into Orlando’s open hotel room. There was no logical reason for him to be there except…except where else had he to go? He could turn around and pine in a lonely room.
Besides, it anyone had the potential to cure a lovesick heart, it would be Orlando. He always did think it might happen – deep down, ever since that long flight, he knew. He walked in to find Orlando puttering about, a room made up to the nines. He smiled thinly and knew there was no turning back now.
There was no one to turn back to.
“Hold my stuff for a moment?” Billy requested while he handed off an assortment of personal belongings into Orlando’s arms. “I’m just going to head to the washroom.”
Once the door closed, the phone cradled in Orlando’s arms began to quietly chirp ‘La Cucaracha’. Orlando juggled everything – a sweater, a small bag, and an umbrella for the trickling rain – until he could hold the telephone to his ear.
“Billy Boyd’s telephone,” he sounded. For a moment there was silence on the other line. Orlando was even about to hang up when he heard rustling and a faint voice.
“That you Orlando?”
It was Dom.
“It’s me,” he confirmed and said nothing else.
“Billy there?” Dom asked. He sounded sick; maybe even desperate. Perhaps both. “I really have to tell him something.”
And then it happened. Split seconds can produce decisions that are later rued and deplored. For Orlando, it was a quite a smart move.
“He’s here,” Orlando began, “But he’s not available,” he stressed the last word before hanging up, turning the power off and disconnecting his own line. He heard water running in the washroom as he placed the belongings on the table. The bed was ready, Billy was heading towards him and Dom was disposed of.
He should be regretting his actions, he knows as he pours a glass of wine for Billy. Some ounce of moral fibre ought to be screaming, he thinks when Billy takes the first sip.
Everything was going to work and be just fine.
Besides, Karl was knocking at the door.
And the bed was ready.
end
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And dude. I say dude all the dudely time! :-D Hee!
Thanks for reading.
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So, for all intents and purposes, Dom was straight and Billy lost out.
This just killed me. A little bit. In a really good way. I second the requeset for more evil!Orli, because this was just delicious. Brava!
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I whole-heartedly second, third, elevensies, whatever, the notion of a sequel/continuance. Please? I can wait.
*jumps on you to tickle out a sequel/continuance*
Dude is such a good word, it can be used to express any emotion. I use it all the time too!
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Thanks for reading!
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And yes, there will be a sequel. Of sorts...kinda.
Thank you again!