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THE GIFT

WARNING M/M SLASH WITH SPLICIT SEX SO IF IT’S NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA PLEASE DO NOT!!!! CONTINUE

Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Summary: It’s Orlando’s birthday and someone seemed to have forgotten it.
Author: Laura
Disclaimer: Just a product of an active imagination
A/U just a fluffy little drabble.

****Big thank you to Shegollum for being the beta on this drabble *****

 

 

Part One:


January 2004 somewhere in Spain on the set of Kingdom Of Heaven.


“And cut! ” the director yelled.

“That was great everyone. That’s a wrap for today. Have a great week-end
and I’ll see you all on Monday”.He ended as he waved good-bye to everyone.

Orlando gave a great sigh of relief. He needed the rest. He’d been feeling
down and lonely and he was missing his lover so much. They had not seen
each other for over a month now.

Viggo having been busy with his next exhibition they hardly had time to even
talk much on the phone lately just the quick- “ I love you, hope you are
okay” kind of call.

Orlando knew too why his mood was so down. It was his birthday today and
he hadn’t had even a card from Viggo. He supposed he’d get a call tonight
from his lover but lately it was not enough anymore. God, he was so lonely!.

He’d had so much pressure put on his shoulders about this movie. He knew
so much was riding on it. Viggo had been so supportive and patient with
Orlando’s late night phone calls grumbling about how tired he was and how
much he missed Viggo and about his insecurities and doubts of being able to do this.
Orlando loved the older man all the more for it.

He longed to hear his lover’s raspy sexy voice. He longed to feel that he was
not alone. Orlando was feeling more depressed because he hadn’t heard
from Viggo today of all days, but in the back of Orlando’s mind there was
something more serious pressing. He had been after the older man to make
a commitment to them, to their relationship-but Viggo had been reluctant to
do so always alleging that with his next few film coming out especially a
Disney one -- it was not wise to make such a move now. He always said that
there would be time enough for that later and that this was Orlando’s
opportunity to shine and dedicate his all to his career and something like this
leaking to the press would not be good publicity for the young actor. But
Orlando wanted that. He wanted to know that Viggo belonged to him only.
Sometimes Orlando knew how possessive he could become of the older man
but he realized too that it was an insane feeling as he knew how much Viggo
loved him. They were each other’s world -- but still it didn’t stop Orlando’s
longing for a more permanent commitment.

Orlando wondered to himself if Viggo had forgotten what day it was today.
He knew he was being unreasonable. Viggo wouldn’t forget his birthday but
it didn’t stop these feelings of having been abandoned by his lover. He was
just being stupid and he knew it. It must be because he was so tired and felt so lonely.

When he got to his hotel, the receptionist told him that he’d had call from a
friend. At first his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he thought to himself
“I knew you would not forget”. But when the receptionist told him the name
of the caller his whole mood changed once again, and he felt more lonely
than ever. Although he was glad to hear from Beanie it was not the call
he’d been anxious for.

He went up to his room, opened the door and stepped inside, walking over
to the bed he sat down then reached for the phone and dialed Beanie’s number.

“Hello?” a deep cheerful voice answered.

“Hey Beanie. How are you?”

“Hey kiddo, long time no see or hear from you” the other man said.

“Yeah same here.” Orlando tried to infuse his voice with enthusiasm but
knew he was failing miserably when Sean asked his next question.

“What’s wrong Orli?” Sean asked worried now. He had intended to catch up
with his friend while passing through Spain on business but when he heard
Orli’s voice sounding so down and tired he became a little worried about him.
He’d heard how hard Orli had been working lately from Viggo and he just
hoped the kid was not over doing it.

“Oh… you know just tired and…”. Orlando trailed off not wanting to let Sean
know what was really worrying-him.

“Hey kid, wanna come out for a drink with me?” Sean asked.

“Yeah sure Bean” Orlando agreed. He didn’t feel much enthusiasm but he
didn’t want to sound ungrateful to his friend.

“Okay. Then meet me in my suite in about an hour and we’ll go paint the
town red.” Sean laughed.

“Oh God, Orli!- I just remembered, man!. It’s your birthday today, isn’t?”. He added.

“Yeah Sean it is…” Sean could hear the dejection in the other man’s tone.

“Oh… I get it. You haven’t heard from Viggo have you?”.

“No, No I haven’t”. Orlando whispered softly. Sean thought he heard tears
in his friends voice so he said “Well mate, I might be a poor consolation prize
but we can still celebrate with a few drinks, right?”. Sean was clearly trying to cheer him up.

“Sure, I’ll see you in an hour then”.

When Orlando hung up he felt like crying. God he was such a kid sometimes he chided himself.

But it hurt so much that the man he loved more than life itself hadn’t even
remembered to text him on his birthday. He supposed he could call Viggo himself he shrugged.

Yeah and say what? “Hey Viggo, I just called to remind you that it’s my birthday”. How pathetic would that be?


He reluctantly got up and went to have a shower before going on to meet
Sean. He began to shed his clothes, leaving them wherever they fell. He
couldn’t concentrate on picking up after himself. He remembered how many
time his lover had to remind him of doing just that at home as he had a habit
of always leaving things laying about, even his clothes. When that happened
the punishment was always so sweet after, that he made a habit of it
knowing very well what Viggo would do to him, he mused with a sad smile on his face.


By the time he reached the bathroom he was totally naked. He stepped inside
the shower and turned the taps on to let the water stream down his face and
neck, the water was hot and scolded his body drawing blood to the surface of his
skin numbing it, leaving a rubbery disconnected feeling, the sharpness of his pent-up
desire blurring away when he grabs his cock to finish what had been nagging him for hours.

Viggo's face flashed in the back of his closed eyes, teeth against his neck one minute,
then latching onto his Adam's apple. Orlando slapped and clawed at his throat, trying
to assuage the scrape he almost felt. The rasp of stubble above his navel. Viggo on his
knees, drinking all of him. Orlando comes with a cry of agony that mixes with Viggo's name,
slowly slipping down the shower wall, tears of longing falling down his face and mixing
with the drops from the shower overhead.



Part Two:

An hour and half later Orlando was knocking at Sean’s door. He knew he was
late but he’d gotten distracted and lost track of time. He hoped Sean hadn’t
given up on him and simply left and was glad to hear someone yell out for him to
come in and that the door was open.

He plastered a smile on his face and reached for the doorknob, stopping when he
thought he heard soft music coming from inside. This surprised him and for a moment
he thought he might have the wrong room. Still, he walked in, calling out for his friend,
and what greeted him there left him speechless and rooted to the floor. He couldn’t
breathe. The forced smile he’d had on his face a minute ago dying as he took in the
site before him.

What he saw was the most stunning image he had seen in a long time. His beautiful
lover, clad only in a pair of black silk pajama bottoms, sat before him as a gift,
a huge red ribbon tied around his neck. He realized that the music he had heard before
was coming from a stereo in the room. He couldn’t quite make out the song; he was
far more intent on just taking in the beautiful site before him. He heard Viggo softly
singing along with the cd in the stereo and as he sang, he got up and began to walk towards
him slowly. He remembered thinking Viggo’s fluid movements made him look like a panther
trailing his prey. Shivers of delight ran down Orli’s back at the site of his lover approaching
him and softly singing, as Orli’s senses began to take in what was going on around him he
started to really listen to the words to the song his lover was singing to him.

“Theres a special day for everyone that comes but once a year and for you my love that day of
days is here. So have a happy birthday baby may all your dreams come true, the way mine have
with you, this special day I’d like to say I wish you every happiness, I hope your feeling
fine, now you have a real good time and I wish you happy birthday baby mine”.


Big fat tears began to fall from his eyes and run down his face, as Viggo approached him he
tenderly placed both hands on his lover’s face and with his thumbs he softly wiped away the
tears from the beautiful face in front of him.


”I don't know what I’d do if ever I lost you, I’d have no today no tomorrow.
You've made a simple Joe more happy than you'd know, and today I want to say I love you so”.



Viggo went on, softly singing in Orli’s ear. Great racking sobs were shaking Orlando’s body
that by now felt like rubber as he melted into his lover’s embrace.


”So have a happy birthday baby may all your dreams come true, the way mine have with you,
this special day I’d like to say I wish you every happiness, I hope your feeling fine, now
you have a real good time and I wish you happy birthday baby mine”.


Viggo finished and as he did he devoured his lover’s mouth hungrily, crushing Orlando’s body
against him as if he never wanted to let him go. Viggo supposed that that was the truth really,
he always had this feeling of wanting Orlando’s body fused to his for ever.

When Orlando’s sobs began to subside he pulled back a little to look into those beautiful blue
eyes that were staring back at him with such love and devotion. Viggo gently rubbed Orlando’s
back whispering once more “Happy birthday baby”. And asked him if he wanted to open his present
now. He chuckled softly as Orlando buried his face on Viggo’s neck again and began to sob, nodding yes.

Orlando finally lifted his face and looked at his lover again, “God I missed you so much, I …”

“What? You thought I forgot?” Viggo whispered softly. “Baby, you should know by now that my specialty
is surprises and since you only expected a phone call from me on this day, I thought what better way
to surprise you then by coming here and giving you my present in person?” He laughed softly at the look
in his lover’s face.

“And Sean… was he in on it, too?” Orlando asked, pouting a little.

“He wasn’t part of the plan at the beginning, no. I actually didn’t know he was coming here until
the other day when he called and told me he was coming to Spain and asked if I had a message for you,
and that is when I put my plan into motion and got him to help out.” Viggo explained laughing at Orli’s
expression once more.

Orlando looked like a little kid that had been horribly wronged Viggo thought, and as he watched
Orlando’s face he was hit with a wave of an intense feeling of realization of just how deeply he loved this man.

Sometimes, Viggo thought he would die when his need for Orlando threatened to overwhelm him it was so deep.

“How long can you stay with me?” Orlando asked.

“Only for the weekend I’m afraid, angel”. Then I have to get back. There’s still so much I have to get ready at the gallery.”


This was killing Viggo. He could hear the longing and desolation in his beautiful lover’s voice. God,
he couldn’t wait till the day when they could live together and have a normal life just like a normal
couple. But he knew that was for now an impossible dream. They were not a normal couple -- they each
had so many people to account to and so many commitments to see to. They had both known from the
beginning that this was going to be a difficult thing to pull off due to both of their careers but they
had been together longer than most couples with their same kind of life. Viggo guessed they should be at
least thankful for that small miracle: that they had been able to keep together a relationship based
solely on their love for each other since there was so much time of the year they had to spend apart,
relying on the phone to keep from going mad with loneliness for each other.

But he promised himself, and would make Orlando the same promise, that as of next year they would make
a more solid commitment to each other like living together and yes maybe even becoming a couple in
every other sense of the word. He knew that that is what Orli had wanted from him for a while now
but he had been reluctant to take that step. At first he had only been thinking of Orlando’s career
and what the public would say if they found out about them. When they had first gotten together
in New Zealand, Orli had been so young and just starting and Viggo had wanted for Orli to at least
have his chance at stardom and the career he had worked so hard for.

Then there was the matter of Viggo himself not wanting to go through all that marriage thing again.
He’d been there before and was not too keen on repeating the experience.

But he loved Orlando so much that he would do anything for him even if it meant facing his own
fears about another marriage. Orlando was now a man and he had had a great run of good roles
and was well on his way to becoming the actor he’d always wanted to be, so Viggo didn’t think
it would do any harm in making a more permanent commitment now. He supposed that if things went
wrong they could both just fall back on the other things they were both good at. He could paint
and Orli could go and work in the theatre if he wanted to continue with an acting career.

So before leaving home yesterday, he had made up his mind to ask his lover if he still wanted
a more firm commitment from him.

Shaking himself out of his musings, he pulled Orlando’s body against him again and said,
“What do you say we take the celebrations into the room and let me wish you a happy birthday
in my own personal way?” he asked.
He moved his hand down the front of Orlando’s body, finding and cupping the younger man’s
erection and began to rub the palm of his hand up and down forcefully, eliciting a soft moan
from his lover’s throat He took this as a yes as he realized that Orli was fast approaching
the point of losing his speech. Chuckling at the wanton look on his lover’s face, Viggo kissed
him and steered them towards the room, laying Orlando down gently on the bed. He sat next to him,
looking him in the eyes, and said " I missed you so much, baby". Orlando put one hand behind
Viggo’s head and brought him closer to his mouth, kissing him and pushing his tongue into the
other man’s mouth. "God, me too, lover," he whispered.

Viggo took his clothes off and then Orlando's. Viggo then bent down to kiss Orlando, mouth
opening to moan as the other man returned the kiss. Orlando's arms came around Viggo, one hand
holding the back of his head, the other stroking his back as the kiss escalated in intensity
and passion until they were both hard and breathless. Viggo tore his mouth away to breathe,
only to groan as he felt Orlando's mouth move up his neck, the sweet assault making him hotter
than hell. Viggo shifted his way down the younger man’s body until he was able to return the
favour on Orlando's chest, licking and nibbling, tonguing the man's nipples into hard points,
dragging his teeth across them until he heard him groan. Orlando's back arched up off the
mattress as Viggo continued to nuzzle him, gently rubbing his unshaven cheek on his chest,
the rasp of stubble increasing his skin's sensitivity even more. He traces it with his tongue,
hearing Orlando gasp, dipping into his navel, just to make him writher. He bends his head to
use his tongue on Orlando's upper thighs, feeling his body tense.

He glanced up to see the man gripping the sheets in his hands, knuckles going white,
and grinned to himself. He lightly touched Orlando's hardened cock with his tongue,
just around the head, loving the sweet-salt taste of him and damn near got bucked off the
bed in response. He licked his way slowly up the length, loving the faint gasps and moans
coming from the man moving restlessly under him, before taking him into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Oh, dear god, Viggo." Orlando moaned, thrashing on the bed, his upper body rising up only
to crash back onto the sheets. He felt Viggo's hand moving slowly over his balls, as he
opened his legs wider to allow him greater access. He was so close already. Viggo felt
Orlando shift and increased his speed, knowing from the shuddering and shaking that
Orlando's orgasm couldn't be far off. He moved easily up and down Orlando's cock, swirling
his tongue around the head, down the underside as the groaning got louder.

"Yes, oh, yes. . I'm coming. . I’m. . Oh, god...," Orlando barely got out before his back
arched nearly to the breaking point as he exploded in Viggo's mouth, matching the explosion
inside his head. He was dimly aware of Viggo licking him clean before he felt his lover move
up next to him pulling his unresisting body into his strong arms. Damn, he was exhausted,
too tired to even open his eyes. He heard Viggo speak to him softly and forced his eyes open.

Orlando grinned at him, an odd combination of wickedness and exhaustion, before pulling Viggo's
mouth down to his own, tasting himself in the long, lingering kiss that followed. He felt
Viggo groan into his mouth, felt his lover’s warm body move over his own, then felt the unmistakable
evidence of arousal pressing insistently into his thigh as the kiss heated up.

Viggo felt the other man shudder violently, and heard him gasp into the kiss, as he brought one
hand up to hold his head still for his lips' assault, while the other stroked his erection to
nearly painful hardness.

Orlando tried to move, but Viggo threw a long leg over him holding him immobile while his lips
and hand continued to drive him out of his mind. Orlando couldn't move, couldn't do anything
but enjoy the kisses and caresses. Viggo 's tongue plunged into Orlando’s mouth, stroking and
playing with it, while a gentle thumb teased the head of Orland’s cock, spreading the precum
around the entire surface. Orlando began thrusting into Viggo's hand. He then ran a hand down
Viggo’s face and lovingly said, "In me, I want to feel you come inside me, please," He begged.

Viggo nodded, groaning, as he moved up between Orlando's legs. His weight on one elbow, he
began caressing the man under him, opening his eyes to see Orlando bringing those long legs
up around his neck. He turned his head to lick down the thigh, grinning slightly at the gasp
he heard. Viggo moved his hand up the other leg, then underneath that beautiful body, fingers
touching experimentally, gently working into the small opening, first one, then two, loosening
the tight muscle. He noticed Orlando was getting hard again and grinned, loving his lover’s responsiveness.

Viggo reached in the table by the bed, getting the small bottle of lube there. The slight
pressure of his hand opened the top, allowing a fair amount to drip onto his fingers, and
then he put it back on the table. He touched Orlando tenderly, making sure he was well
prepared. He slowly slid into his lover's body. The incredible tightness took his breath away,
as he began gently rocking back and forth. Seeing Orlando's hand tighten on himself, slowly
but roughly stroking himself, was driving him crazy, and from the look on Orlando's face, he
damn well knew it, too. Orlando was drowning in sensation, feeling Viggo thrusting into him,
watching the man watch him pleasure himself. He sped up his own rhythm, groaning in delight
when Viggo did the same. His back arched, beyond his control, as he felt Viggo moving deeper
and faster into his body. He tightened his hand, speeding up to that tempo that never failed
to get him off, groaning Viggo's name.

Viggo had never seen anything hotter and more beautiful in his life than watching Orlando jerk
himself off as he arched and moaned and thrashed in response to what Viggo was doing to him.
He sped up again, going a little harder, a little deeper, making him lose his mind. Viggo could
feel the pressure building up behind his eyes, in the back of his head, everywhere, as he watched
Orlando bring himself off.

Viggo couldn't take it anymore; he felt himself falling as his body shook with the incredible
force of his orgasm, felt Orlando falling right along with him, as he cried out, coming in long
hot spurts over his own chest. He saw his lover's head thrown back, heard him yell, and felt his
body tighten, then powerfully release, as he came hard and deep inside Orlando, then fell forward
onto his chest. Orlando let his legs slide off Viggo's shoulders, as his lover moved slowly up
his body and collapsed at his side.

Viggo was still floating somewhere out in the ether when Orlando moved closer and wrapped himself
around the gorgeous body shivering next to him. He felt one of Viggo's arms slowly come around his
waist; Orlando settled his head over his lover’s heart.

After a while Viggo gently place a finger under Orlando’s chin and tipped his head up looking into
those beautiful dark brown eyes that were shimmering with unshed tears and whispered, “Well, do you
want your other present now?”

Orlando pulled himself up, leaning on his elbow, his eyes shinning like a little kid as he
answered, “More!!!”

Indulgently Viggo said, “Go into my suitcase and see if you like what you find there.” He chuckled softly.

Orlando trotted to the suitcase and began rummaging inside until he found a little round package.

He then padded back to the bed and sat down next to his lover, beginning to rip into the
paper. As he opened the little box and saw what it was his words choked in his throat. He was overcome
with emotion at what he was looking at.

Looking up as his lover tears began to fall down his face, he catapulted himself onto the other man
crushing him into the mattress, Viggo suddenly found himself with arms full of Orli and began to
laugh loudly at his lover’s reaction.

Sitting up on the bed and leaning against the headboard, he pulled Orli’s body back a little and
with a solemn look on his face he asked, “I take it that’s a yes.” Crying, Orlando just nodded,
unable to answer as Viggo took the present from his hand and placed the golden ring on Orli’s
finger on his left hand.

“But… how? Why now?” Orlando finally gasped out.

“Well, I was trying to think how to make your birthday special this year, since we have been
apart so much lately and thought what could make it more special then giving you, and me what
we both have been wanting for a while now.”

Viggo took Orlando’s face in his hands and whispered “Happy birthday, angel. Maybe this time
next year we could be actually celebrating a ceremony of another kind?” He smiled softly and
placed a gentle kiss in his lover’s mouth.


FINIS….