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fellowshippers2006-07-16 11:23 pm
Ficlet: Soon. V/O
Beta: Sharonmarais (sharonmarais.livejournal.com)
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Even the smallest offence has to be properly punished...
Disclaimers: I don´t know Orlando Bloom or Viggo Mortensen and am in no way connected to them. This is purely a work of fiction and written for fun. So please, enjoy!
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Long, slender fingers lovingly caress the back of an aged book, one daring fingertip curiously retracing the ancient letters written there. Just a while ago he saw the master disappear into the stables, his riding equipment being carried after him. His Master, the proud owner of a stable full of the most sought-after mounts and finest mares, loves to ride for hours; riding being, apparently, his only passion in an otherwise rather uneventful life.
It is also the only opportune time to sneak inside the private library next to master's bedroom and have a closer look at those forbidden books. There aren't that many of them, archaic volumes bound in black leather with golden letters engraved on their spines. All of them easily stored on one single shelf of the small oak bookcase in the farthest corner of the room. The mystery surrounding them makes them all that much more alluring to him. Even one single look in that direction always draws him nearer, like a moth to the flame. Just to get a glimpse into one of them, to satisfy the strange longing deep inside his soul. Every time he hopes to be quick enough not to get caught when opening one of the volumes, and yet every time he fails somehow...
"Orlando." A familiar, deep and quiet voice disturbs this forbidden quest once again.
&&&
"What are you doing here, boy?"
Viggo calmly takes in the delicate figure standing in front of his private collection of the finest books to be had in his line of work. The disappointment welling slowly inside him is hard to suppress. His finest pupil, usually obedient and diligent, has broken the rules once again. He knew it was bound to happen again sooner or later. He sighs inwardly, while surveying the long wild curls, now tamely bound at the nape of the slender neck, one single tendril shyly grazing the outline of a delicate ear. This one was, from the beginning, hard to shape to his will.
The whole posture of the lithe young body stiffens immediately, back straightening, as the boy ashamedly puts the book back where it belongs.
He has already been properly instructed and warned several times, this one. Viggo knows that for sure. Yet still, it isn't enough to make him overcome the natural-born curiosity, childlike and innocent, that makes him come back for more; that mixed with just a hint of youthful defiance and unreasonable hope for benevolence. Such benevolence certainly isn't to be found in this household, Viggo muses grimly, measuring the still undecided boy with stern eyes.
"You know what you have to do now." It is not a question, just a statement coming calmly from his lips, patient and waiting.
"Yes, master." Answers the soft voice and with that the lovely brown eyes finally look straight at him for the first time, the boy nodding apprehensively.
Only slowly beginning to move, the boy comes to stand in front of him, the soulful dark eyes not leaving the master's face, gazing resignedly and just a little self-consciously.
&&&
Orlando knows very well what the punishment for his offence is – it´s the same as for every one of his missteps. There have been about a dozen of them since he first came to this household, but even after all this time he isn't looking forward to another one.
It is not that the punishment here is especially painful or cruel, since he came here he bears no fresh scars or bruises for the first time in his young life. Instead it awakens something deep inside him – strange, unknown feelings, bittersweet and confused – and he can't handle such feelings very well. Every time it leaves him feeling vulnerable and more ashamed than any other form of punishment he has received before. The bruises and pain used to disappear after a time, leaving him untouched, but this seems to reach his very soul and keeps him from resting peacefully at nights.
He wishes he didn't have to endure more of it, but still every time he manages to trespass again, even knowing that, at the hands of this master, there will be no mercy for him...
Realizing that he still stands in front of his waiting master, their bodies now parted by a mere inch of air, the boy knows that he can no longer delay the inevitable.
&&&
It takes no longer than the blink of an eye until the boy realizes that there is no escape from his penalty, his hesitation giving Viggo a short moment of time to admire his exquisiteness from close. Maybe it is the unblemished smoothness of the olive-hued skin or those perfectly shaped cheekbones that make this one so outstanding. It could very well be the elegant curve of his throat, now shielding a nervous swallow, or the thick lashes that flutter so nervously under his scrutiny.
But Viggo suspects that, in fact, it's those full, plush lips, curved and ripe-red, that make this delicate person so tempting. It may very well be just because of them that he handles this one differently from all the other apprentices he's ever had. Completely differently.
Finally the boy makes a move, haltingly and unsure as every time. Only a half-head shorter but still confused about the height difference, he softly raises himself up on his tiptoes and those slender hands come up to rest on the master's muscular arms for a better hold. Wet by the swift tip of a rosy tongue, the now glistening plushy lips press themselves dutifully against Viggo´s own, for a single fleeting moment, the soft touch of those gentle fingers burning on his arms.
&&&
Pulling away for a moment, the boy´s huge eyes watch the impassionate but kind face thoughtfully, looking for signs of an explanation. Yet upon finding none, the sweet lips once again come to rest against his own, the boy repeating the whole action carefully.
For a short while two heartbeats are shared, one calm and steady, the other upset confused and wild. The whole act may appear innocent enough, yet is too tempting to be true for long. Then the contact is gone suddenly as the boy pulls away, for good now, his hands coming to rest obediently behind his back again. Only the tiniest delicate darkening of his cheeks betrays his confusion and excitement, outward misunderstanding once again marring the sweet face.
&&&
"Go now." Viggo dismisses him after a while filled with poignant silence, knowing very well that the boy still doesn't understand why here it is so different than with all the previous men who owned him. Why there are no beatings and whippings, no hurting him until he screams and begs for mercy.
Oh, how gladly he would like to tell him, that he plans to make him scream, and beg too, only in a different way. However the boy's only freshly gained trust in his new master is still too fragile. Soon...
And so for now the deal is plain and simple – a kiss for every one of his offences against the house rules, two if it concerns his books of wizardry.
And only He who watches above all knows if the boy keeps breaking the rules because of the books or because of the punishment.
The End
Long, slender fingers lovingly caress the back of an aged book, one daring fingertip curiously retracing the ancient letters written there. Just a while ago he saw the master disappear into the stables, his riding equipment being carried after him. His Master, the proud owner of a stable full of the most sought-after mounts and finest mares, loves to ride for hours; riding being, apparently, his only passion in an otherwise rather uneventful life.
It is also the only opportune time to sneak inside the private library next to master's bedroom and have a closer look at those forbidden books. There aren't that many of them, archaic volumes bound in black leather with golden letters engraved on their spines. All of them easily stored on one single shelf of the small oak bookcase in the farthest corner of the room. The mystery surrounding them makes them all that much more alluring to him. Even one single look in that direction always draws him nearer, like a moth to the flame. Just to get a glimpse into one of them, to satisfy the strange longing deep inside his soul. Every time he hopes to be quick enough not to get caught when opening one of the volumes, and yet every time he fails somehow...
"Orlando." A familiar, deep and quiet voice disturbs this forbidden quest once again.
&&&
"What are you doing here, boy?"
Viggo calmly takes in the delicate figure standing in front of his private collection of the finest books to be had in his line of work. The disappointment welling slowly inside him is hard to suppress. His finest pupil, usually obedient and diligent, has broken the rules once again. He knew it was bound to happen again sooner or later. He sighs inwardly, while surveying the long wild curls, now tamely bound at the nape of the slender neck, one single tendril shyly grazing the outline of a delicate ear. This one was, from the beginning, hard to shape to his will.
The whole posture of the lithe young body stiffens immediately, back straightening, as the boy ashamedly puts the book back where it belongs.
He has already been properly instructed and warned several times, this one. Viggo knows that for sure. Yet still, it isn't enough to make him overcome the natural-born curiosity, childlike and innocent, that makes him come back for more; that mixed with just a hint of youthful defiance and unreasonable hope for benevolence. Such benevolence certainly isn't to be found in this household, Viggo muses grimly, measuring the still undecided boy with stern eyes.
"You know what you have to do now." It is not a question, just a statement coming calmly from his lips, patient and waiting.
"Yes, master." Answers the soft voice and with that the lovely brown eyes finally look straight at him for the first time, the boy nodding apprehensively.
Only slowly beginning to move, the boy comes to stand in front of him, the soulful dark eyes not leaving the master's face, gazing resignedly and just a little self-consciously.
&&&
Orlando knows very well what the punishment for his offence is – it´s the same as for every one of his missteps. There have been about a dozen of them since he first came to this household, but even after all this time he isn't looking forward to another one.
It is not that the punishment here is especially painful or cruel, since he came here he bears no fresh scars or bruises for the first time in his young life. Instead it awakens something deep inside him – strange, unknown feelings, bittersweet and confused – and he can't handle such feelings very well. Every time it leaves him feeling vulnerable and more ashamed than any other form of punishment he has received before. The bruises and pain used to disappear after a time, leaving him untouched, but this seems to reach his very soul and keeps him from resting peacefully at nights.
He wishes he didn't have to endure more of it, but still every time he manages to trespass again, even knowing that, at the hands of this master, there will be no mercy for him...
Realizing that he still stands in front of his waiting master, their bodies now parted by a mere inch of air, the boy knows that he can no longer delay the inevitable.
&&&
It takes no longer than the blink of an eye until the boy realizes that there is no escape from his penalty, his hesitation giving Viggo a short moment of time to admire his exquisiteness from close. Maybe it is the unblemished smoothness of the olive-hued skin or those perfectly shaped cheekbones that make this one so outstanding. It could very well be the elegant curve of his throat, now shielding a nervous swallow, or the thick lashes that flutter so nervously under his scrutiny.
But Viggo suspects that, in fact, it's those full, plush lips, curved and ripe-red, that make this delicate person so tempting. It may very well be just because of them that he handles this one differently from all the other apprentices he's ever had. Completely differently.
Finally the boy makes a move, haltingly and unsure as every time. Only a half-head shorter but still confused about the height difference, he softly raises himself up on his tiptoes and those slender hands come up to rest on the master's muscular arms for a better hold. Wet by the swift tip of a rosy tongue, the now glistening plushy lips press themselves dutifully against Viggo´s own, for a single fleeting moment, the soft touch of those gentle fingers burning on his arms.
&&&
Pulling away for a moment, the boy´s huge eyes watch the impassionate but kind face thoughtfully, looking for signs of an explanation. Yet upon finding none, the sweet lips once again come to rest against his own, the boy repeating the whole action carefully.
For a short while two heartbeats are shared, one calm and steady, the other upset confused and wild. The whole act may appear innocent enough, yet is too tempting to be true for long. Then the contact is gone suddenly as the boy pulls away, for good now, his hands coming to rest obediently behind his back again. Only the tiniest delicate darkening of his cheeks betrays his confusion and excitement, outward misunderstanding once again marring the sweet face.
&&&
"Go now." Viggo dismisses him after a while filled with poignant silence, knowing very well that the boy still doesn't understand why here it is so different than with all the previous men who owned him. Why there are no beatings and whippings, no hurting him until he screams and begs for mercy.
Oh, how gladly he would like to tell him, that he plans to make him scream, and beg too, only in a different way. However the boy's only freshly gained trust in his new master is still too fragile. Soon...
And so for now the deal is plain and simple – a kiss for every one of his offences against the house rules, two if it concerns his books of wizardry.
And only He who watches above all knows if the boy keeps breaking the rules because of the books or because of the punishment.
The End
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The last line is absolute perfection at its purest.
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What a beautiful description . . .
Thanks for sharing!
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