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Date With An Angel 4/5 Viggo/Orlando, Dom/Elijah
Here it is folks the long awaited...Viggo and Orli pairing. I hope it will meet with approval. (A bit nervous here. Be gentle please....) Again a big thank you To Slip and Saura for beta reading this story for me.
Crossing fingers and going to find a place to hide. Let me know when it is safe to come out?
Date with an Angel
By Summer
Class: Slash
Beta’d by Saura and Slip
Writer’s note: This is based and inspired by the movie, ‘Date with an Angel.’ Also, I am in no way trying to demean any characters portrayed in my story. (Especially Evi). It is just a story folks. Not real, not meant to be taken too seriously. Oh and yes, the word --God, heaven, and Angel is mentioned a lot. IF you are offended by that, then move on.
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Orli/Viggo
4/5
Rating: NC-17
4
Viggo's breathing and his heartbeat became slower as he remembered his life the past few days. It seemed to be true that when you were dying you did see your life flash before your eyes. At least they were happy memories.
And yet, it was also painful to know that these were your last moments in this life. Viggo would have laughed had his lungs been not so weak. All of this thoughts now focused on one special moment, one special person, Orlando--
***
Bending down onto his knees, Viggo snapped yet another photo of the figure standing against the brick wall.
The mysterious man with the dark brown hair and matching eyes, leaned further back against the wall and raised up one leg, placing his foot flat to the surface slumping into a provocative stance. With his hands in his jean pockets, he then gave Viggo a wide innocent smile.
Viggo almost dropped the camera at the unexpected pose and felt his heart beat just a little bit faster. Getting back to his feet, Viggo took several steps backward to take several long shots.
“So… what’s your name?” asked Viggo.
The young man winked and chuckled before responding, causing Viggo’s hair on his arms to slowly stand on end. He hadn’t felt this alive in what seemed like a long time.
“Orlando, Orlando Bloom, but you can call me Orli.”
Orlando Bloom. The name was exotic, easy to remember and appealing. Getting to his feet, Viggo popped out the film from his camera and quickly capped it. Looking at Orlando, Viggo once again felt the pull, reeled in like a fish on a hook. Those deep brown eyes twinkled with life and the full lips dripped with sensuality. This Orlando was positively handsome--beautiful.
Swallowing, Viggo offered his hand to the young man. “Viggo Mortensen.”
At once Orlando’s hand shot out and gave Viggo’s a firm but gently handshake.
“A pleasure to meet you, sir.”
Viggo gulped down his lust at the way Orlando says "pleasure" and he can't help it but feel the warmth of his blood as it rushed through his veins. He needed to go on talking to this handsome creature! “Are you new to the area? I thought I knew most of the young men on this block, my studio is on the third floor…”
Again, Orlando quirked him a small but mischievous smile making Viggo’s heart rate pick up even more speed.
“Yes, you could say I am just visiting - passing through actually.”
“You have quite the English accent. What part of England are you from?”
“Paradise.” Was Orlando’s all too simple answer. “I like the accent though. Don’t you?”
Viggo wasn’t about to argue. All he could think about at the moment was how to convince the young man to come into his studio, so he could take some more shots.
“Look, I am going to cut to the chase. You are the perfect model. I mean this sincerely. I would love to shoot you in my studio. I--I mean, take more photographs of you.”
The older man was stumbling with his words and Orlando could see that his very presence was causing quite the stir. Viggo was without a doubt attracted to him. Perfect.
“Hmm, well I would like to accommodate you; however I am supposed to meet a friend--down by the café in an hour. But--” Seeing Viggo’s stricken look he quickly added. “I suppose I could spend the hour doing something more productive.”
Happily, Viggo led the man back to the studio and it wasn’t long that Viggo had set up the lights, pushed a blue screen background and started taking snapshots of the young man.
Orlando seemed to take all of it with happy grace. Almost as if he had fully expected this to happen. He smiled when told, and moved to where Viggo pointed and despite the flashing of light; Orlando seemed quite comfortable in this setting.
When Viggo finally called a break thirty minutes later, he asked for one of the secretaries to bring them some drinks and food. The young girl eyed Orlando’s impressive looks with a shy smile. Orlando flashed her a friendly grin when she returned and placed the food on the table, afterward Orlando took her hand gently and raised it to his lips.
The girl was quite pleasantly flattered and walked away with a genuine giddy expression on her face cradling her hand.
Viggo, while setting up more camera angles, was also looking for another background scene to utilise to take more shots. He couldn’t seem to decide on the cloud look, the tropical beach, or rainforest.
Eating a ham sandwich, Orlando watched Viggo taking special interested note of the artist and his movements.
“Better be careful with that gallant stuff, kissing hands and all. Shirley just got divorced and needs little encouragement to look for her next husband.”
Orlando laughed outright, and Viggo felt his heart melt at the musical sounds coming from the young man. His laughter sounded like bells.
“No worries mate, she is without a doubt better off without that husband of hers. Jackass loved to drink too much and beat her. Her next husband will be her soul mate and she will meet him soon, of that I am certain.”
Catching Viggo shooting him an odd look, Orlando quickly added. “She had bruises on her wrists and on her lower leg. On her left hand, the ring finger has a white mark that can only be caused by the removal of a ring. It does not take a detective to deduce that she was abused and naturally it is human nature to let go of pain and move on. She has a strong spirit.”
“You’re very observant.”
“I am.” Orlando replied, as he finished the last of his sandwich and looked to see Viggo finally choosing the tropical beach scene. “Just like I look into your eyes and see such solitude, emptiness … loneliness. You have been hurt many times in your short life.”
Orlando talked in a very quiet whisper, and as Viggo turned he became lost in Orli’s brown eyes. He suddenly felt exposed and stripped bare before him.
"You were very young when you lost your parents. Oh; only seven? Poor boy. Too young to be left alone to be raised by an Aunt that spent most of her time drinking rather than caring for a lonely little boy. Is the fact that you felt so lonely what made you marry right out of high school? I see you divorced before the year was over." Orlando allowed a small smile grow in his lips for a second as he said, "…But you have a son from that marriage! I can see you are a lovingly father… Only a responsible loving father would go to as many colleges and universities as you went to just to give your son the best opportunities you could give him"
The smile on Orlando's face dropped suddenly and there was an intense pain reflected in the bright brown eyes. "Oh. You were tragically informed that your son drowned in a pool while his mother was busy sniffing drugs up her nose. I can see that his death has haunted you ever since; you blame yourself for his death? You punish yourself without love because of this? Why, Viggo? Why when I see that yet for all this, you are kind and well mannered? You never cross the line and always think everything out, looking at every angle, before jumping in with both feet. You give love but you think of yourself not worthy of receiving it? Why?"
Viggo couldn't believe how many things this Orlando had said about his life! The pain that the memory of his young son's death was too strong, yet he managed to push it back as he turned away from the hunting brown eyes that still pierced him. "You shouldn't read all those gossip magazines!"
Orlando simply smiled intelligently. "I have seen in your eyes that Karl Urban managed to break the rock hard shell you have built up around yourself made of years of loneliness and guilt. I am glad that you can feel again –though I am not certain that the emotions he has introduced you to are good ones." Orlando made a weird face. "He's not for you, Viggo. You deserve better."
Viggo swallowed hard and felt as if someone had just slapped him across the face. No one, absolutely no one knew about his relationship with Karl. It was closed doors. How did---?
Viggo closed his eyes and remembered the first time he met Karl. He had just started working for Urban magazine and was finishing up the last of a photo shoot with the batty Paris Hilton. Her father was a friend of Karl’s and had indulged his spoiled daughter with a day at a professional photo shoot. Viggo did not deny that the Ms. Hilton was attractive but she was far too skinny and way too haughty for his liking.
He had headed out the door and walked right into a brick wall named Karl Urban. He had hit the floor dazed and when their eyes met, Viggo knew he would never be the same again.
However, he did not pursue Karl; in all fairness it was Karl that had pursued him. And Viggo had tried to be strong and turn away from this emotional roller coaster ride that he knew in his heart could only end in disaster.
But, it had been so long since he had let himself feel anything. He had shut down his emotions and feelings and now with a simple look, Karl had reduced him to a bundle of nerves.
It was after a gallery opening and rounds of celebratory champagne that Viggo somehow found himself in Karl’s bed. And within the very first month of their being a couple, Viggo knew that he was not the only man in Karl’s life and there were most certainly women, too. And most assuredly he was not the only person Karl bedded.
It had hurt at first, but then Viggo reasoned that this was his fortune and he was certainly no blushing virgin with delusions of a happily ever after. Besides Viggo knew, Karl was not a man that could commit to one person. Karl had aspirations that surpassed the pleasures of the flesh, that neither male nor female could fulfill. In that knowledge, Viggo could finally find his own release and not have that horrible word, commitment stand in his way. This time there would be no failed marriage and no dead son to mourn. This was so much safer.
Still, there were times that Viggo fancied he was truly in love with Karl and that Karl might feel the same. But then that was when Viggo would find evidence that Karl was back to his usual free to roam attitude to life and Viggo and the stock exchange. Karl always came back, but he also always strayed to the other fish in the sea.
Karl could seem to be compassionate and even passionate when it pleased him, but Viggo soon realized it was a show. Karl never truly gave his heart to anyone, and used whoever he could to get what he wanted.
Viggo was just afraid; afraid of commitment, afraid of feeling again, afraid of being hurt. But he didn’t lie to others and refused to give what he knew he could not. And while Karl hoarded his money, Viggo did his share to help people. His last gallery show netted nearly 3 million dollars and he donated all but costs to the Red Cross for hurricane relief.
Sometimes, though, he just wished---for something more out of life. Was this all that being alive meant, to live to try to help people that were suffering and be unable to help yourself and to what end? Death? Was it all a game for some creator’s amusement.
“You’re a lost soul, Viggo but you will find your way again.”
Viggo felt suddenly nervous and extremely open. He gestured to Orlando to go pose against the background and once again they began the formal shoot. When twenty minutes had passed, Viggo shut off the lights.
“Time’s up. I guess I better let you go meet your friend. I would like you to come back if you could - tomorrow, at the same time. I really think you can have a great career, top notch.”
Orlando got to his feet and moved towards Viggo. Nearly standing nose to nose, Viggo felt suddenly warm and the smell of lilacs and cedar wood filled his nostrils. His heart was beginning to race again. After what seemed a long time of staring into each other’s eyes, Orlando reached up with his hand and gently caressed Viggo’s hair down to his cheek.
The next Viggo knew, was that Orlando’s lips were on his. “Don’t be afraid.” Orlando whispered into Viggo’s ear before he turned and began to head for the door. “God has not forgotten you, Viggo.”
Viggo swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t believe in God.”
“He believes in you and so do I.” And then Orli was gone.
For a moment, Viggo felt foolish, and then he felt warm, and tranquil and most of all, for the first time in many years, he felt loved.
‘Orlando Bloom, who are you?’
***
He could feel the copper taste in his mouth, and a wetness that was falling into his eyes. He felt cold, so very cold. Viggo closed his eyes and tried to think back on the one person in his life who made his entire existence worthwhile. Orli.
***
At the same time on the following day, Orlando had shown up dressed completely in black. Viggo had to blink several times and fight to control his emotions. He thought Orlando was not only completely beautiful but the most sexually attractive person he had ever seen.
The photo shoot lasted for hours. Viggo couldn’t get enough of this angelic person. Though, thankfully, Orlando did not talk much, of which Viggo was grateful. He did not want to talk about God or his past or about his own private pains and suffering. Orlando made him want to move on, forget his past and start enjoying life.
During the lunch break, Viggo found it hard to keep Orlando off of his plate. Orlando not only finished his own meal, but polished off most of Viggo’s fries and part of his chocolate cake.
“Hmmm, heavenly,” murmured Orlando as he took the last bite of the cake. Viggo licked his lips unable to stop the feeling of complete arousal he felt at watching Orlando eat his food, and then started sucking the chocolate from his fingers, using his tongue in the most sensual ways possible.
Then Orli chuckled and bent down and with a slow but sure path touched Viggo’s lips once more with his own.
Viggo felt dazed and slightly dizzy and before he realized it he had Orlando in his arms and was kissing him back. The kiss was first soft and gentle but soon became more demanding and passionate. When the kiss was finally broken, Viggo found himself breathing hard but Orlando was not out of breath, he only smiled back at him with a serene look that could only be described by one word. Love.
The next thought that ran through Viggo’s mind was to actually run. Out of the studio into the street and drive away in his car. He felt the fear go through him. Was it love? And then the images of his failed marriage and his dead son filled his mind.
Viggo got to his feet, trying to get space, when a hand gently touched his arm.
“Don’t run away, Viggo. I’m not going to hurt you.”
But, Viggo only looked back at Orlando, he replied bitterly, as tears filled his eyes. “Everybody has hurt me. Why should you be any different from anyone else?”
“Because, I am.” Orli replied simply. “Those who proclaimed their love to you were users. They never loved you at all and only used you to their own ends. I am not a user. My life--my vocation --my very being is to heal hearts and protect them from being broken. I will guard and protect your heart Viggo, if you will let me.”
They stared at each other for a long moment and then Viggo smiled slightly and shrugged helpless as he remembered that this young man had only come here to see a friend. A friend, wondered Viggo? “What about your other friend, the one you spoke of?”
Orlando smiled and shook his head. “I have known Sean Bean for--many long years. But we’re just friends. Perhaps, someday I shall introduce you to him.” Seeing pain flash again in Viggo’s eyes, Orlando hastened to add. “Do not be put back up the wall you have spent half a lifetime building in your mind. I told you, I am not here to hurt you. Sean and I are not lovers.”
But Viggo was afraid, he had been hurt to many times, ‘especially by Karl', and he wasn’t sure he could ever trust anyone completely with his heart. Not even to this, heavenly creature. The invisible wall he had built around himself was high. He thought his defenses impenetrable and now realized they were collapsing around him.
But he could not bear to love again. He just couldn’t. His heart was too torn, too broken.
These words were no sooner said in his mind than Orli was smiling. Viggo felt his heart somersault and he went to get his case.
“Will you be staying here a bit longer?"
“Paradise will wait. I will stay here for as long as I am needed - as long as you need me.”
Viggo, looked back at Orlando and with still some doubt in his eyes, he headed for the door.
“I need you to come with me to a special location tomorrow for a shoot. Can you be here early-- say eightish?”
Orlando didn’t reply, he merely nodded and Viggo made a hasty departure.
***
Viggo choked and coughed and felt as if he were fading. It wouldn’t be long now, he realized. Pain seized him at the thought of never seeing Orli ever again. Their time had been too brief, too short. Life truly was cruel.
***
Orlando felt a life force coming to an end, and with his sword held high, he made for the house. As he pushed Dominic aside, he closed his eyes briefly, reminding himself of the reason he had come into Viggo’s life. Their time was to be short, and brief; show him true love and then call him home.
Yet now at the end, his duty tore at his very soul.
***
After Viggo left the studio, Orlando slowly stood up and turned to a figure that waited in the shadows.
***
“I am doing fine; you don’t have to watch me you know?” Orlando challenged the silence.
The figure stepped out of the shadows. The man was tall and had golden blond hair. His face was weathered and looked older and yet young all at the same time. He was dressed in white with golden wings fluttering behind him.
“You are moving too fast for him. His heart has been numb for too long.”
“I am not,” pouted Orli. “Sean, you don’t understand humans as well as I do.”
“I understand them all too well, young one. You have only come to earth - what, twelve times? I come to earth daily and know a lot more about humans than you do and I am telling you, you are pushing him too fast. Slow down.”
“I’m not gonna mess up my assignment.”
“I know you won’t ‘mess up’. Not on purpose, at least. But you must rein in those emotions, keep your focus. Viggo needs to feel ‘true love’, one more time in this life, then he is to be called home.”
“Soon?”
Sean confirmed it with a nod, “Very soon.”
And Orlando felt a bit of sadness flow through his spirit.
Sean placed his hand gently on Orlando’s shoulder and smiled. “Come, Elijah is getting his first assignment today. I think he will need us both to help him set out on his path.”
Orlando laughed as he allowed Sean to lead him upwards, through the ceiling of the building and into the sky. “His first! Brilliant! He has been waiting for nearly a thousand years. He must be so excited.”
“That he will be, which is why I need you to help me keep him from tumbling all through the clouds of heaven. We need him to be calm.”
Orlando was more than happy to give Elijah a helping hand.
***
Viggo was surrounded by darkness, and though he was cold and felt himself falling deeper into the shadows, he could also feel a strong energy beginning to surround him. The energy reminded him the last time he was with Orli…the last time they would ever be together…
***
Orlando had arrived in plenty of time for a ride to the next location shoot. He was dressed in shorts and wearing a red open buttoned shirt. When he strolled up, Viggo pulled him into his car and quickly made their way onto the highway. An hour later, they arrived at a national park area. A ranger greeted them at the gate, tipping his hat to Viggo. The ranger recognized the famous photographer as he had used the park several times for special modeling jobs over the past two years.
Viggo parked the car in front of a trail head that was marked as Lonely Springs. “Come!” With Orlando at his side, he took them to his most secret photo site.
He had only taken pictures of two other models here and neither one of them had appreciated the beauty as he could see that Orlando now did.
The mountain in front of them was huge and had a tinge of blue and green to it with an icy cap sparkling in the sun at the summit. Upon reaching the banks of a nearby stream, Orlando smiled to see a fountain of water cascading over several large rocks. All around them was the sounds of nature. No planes, no smog, no people, just fresh clean air and the sound of falling water and off and on the singing of birds. This was a true haven from the harsher realities of the corporate world. This was a place that Viggo not only loved to photograph but also a place to think and get inspiration for his painting.
He directed Orli to stand near the stream, perched on one of the several large rocks and began his work. Before long, Viggo was taking shots quickly here and there and using as many different angles as he could think of trying to capture the light and shadows to Orli’s best vantage.
It was nearly two hours later, that Viggo finally decided on a break. The older man as he unpacked lunch could see that Orlando wasn’t tired. If anything he seemed more energized. In fact he glowed with health and vitality and Viggo could only hope he was catching a fraction of it with the camera’s eye.
Orlando lifted up the insect in his hand and smiled. The wings fluttered slowly and then the brown and yellow butterfly took off for places unknown.
Viggo smiled, watching Orlando look at the butterfly. He looked at it with such a deep concentration and appreciation, it was the way the young man looked at everything around him. Respect and love. Viggo felt completely mesmerized by this very strange and mysterious being. Recovering from his momentary lapse into staring, he handed Orlando a turkey sandwich and reached for his ham and cheese.
“So, what brought you to the states, anything other than to visit a friend?”
Orlando smiled knowing that Viggo was seeking information about his mysterious new model. “Well, I hadn’t been around here in a long time and I really wanted to see the place again.”
“Oh, you’ve been to California before?”
“Three times. My first time was during an earthquake - very sad, the loss of life.”
Viggo shrugged, but agreed. Any life lost was sad, but earthquakes were part of the course of living in California. “And your second visit?”
“I came to help give others hope, during a hard time of depression.”
“The third?”
“I--had to help a child find his way home.” Orlando refused to elaborate any further on this third visit.
He was curious of this cryptic statement, but Viggo let it slide for now, “Do you have any family?”
“Oh yes, I have a large family. I have a wonderful father, whom I love with all my heart. He is a very good soul. I also have many brothers and sisters. Astin, Liv, Elijah…and Sean.”
“I thought you said this Sean was a friend?”
“Did I? Yes, a friend but also a brother to me. Not all families have to be of the same ah--blood you know.”
Nodding, Viggo finished his sandwich and then took a swig from his water container before moving to his camera.
“Why must you always hide behind the camera?” Asked Orli.
Surprised by Orlando's candid remark, he looked up and met those deep brown eyes and felt held in place, “I am not hiding.”
“Yes, you are. You are hidden away behind that camera, seeing life though a lens but never through your own eyes. There is so much more living a life, Viggo.”
The older man only shrugged and continued to play with the camera. Until Orlando’s hands touched his own hands. The camera was dropped where it lay and the moments that followed filled Viggo’s soul.
He could not remember the last time he was actually held in someone’s arms, or was caressed and touched so gently and so lovingly. Karl had never been one for open affection. Making love was just sex to him, the act itself, sometimes brutal and a rough coupling. And sometimes slow and determined... but never loving.
This was truly a loving touch. This was love. Viggo lost track of time as Orlando’s lips touched him everywhere, gently, sweetly warm and full of passion. He fell endlessly, lost in the sensations and tried several times to return the affection, but, Orlando just brushed his lips to Viggo’s ears whispering softly, “Shhh, this time is for you, let love give back what was taken from you.”
And when Viggo, hours later eventually reached his climax, his eyes were only on Orlando, who looked back to him with equal love and affection. Viggo knew that he would never be the same way again. For he knew now, what he did not when he first laid eyes upon Orlando three days ago, he had a word to describe this beautiful being.
He had fallen in love…with an angel.
TBC
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Crossing fingers and going to find a place to hide. Let me know when it is safe to come out?
By Summer
Class: Slash
Beta’d by Saura and Slip
Writer’s note: This is based and inspired by the movie, ‘Date with an Angel.’ Also, I am in no way trying to demean any characters portrayed in my story. (Especially Evi). It is just a story folks. Not real, not meant to be taken too seriously. Oh and yes, the word --God, heaven, and Angel is mentioned a lot. IF you are offended by that, then move on.
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Orli/Viggo
4/5
Rating: NC-17
4
Viggo's breathing and his heartbeat became slower as he remembered his life the past few days. It seemed to be true that when you were dying you did see your life flash before your eyes. At least they were happy memories.
And yet, it was also painful to know that these were your last moments in this life. Viggo would have laughed had his lungs been not so weak. All of this thoughts now focused on one special moment, one special person, Orlando--
***
Bending down onto his knees, Viggo snapped yet another photo of the figure standing against the brick wall.
The mysterious man with the dark brown hair and matching eyes, leaned further back against the wall and raised up one leg, placing his foot flat to the surface slumping into a provocative stance. With his hands in his jean pockets, he then gave Viggo a wide innocent smile.
Viggo almost dropped the camera at the unexpected pose and felt his heart beat just a little bit faster. Getting back to his feet, Viggo took several steps backward to take several long shots.
“So… what’s your name?” asked Viggo.
The young man winked and chuckled before responding, causing Viggo’s hair on his arms to slowly stand on end. He hadn’t felt this alive in what seemed like a long time.
“Orlando, Orlando Bloom, but you can call me Orli.”
Orlando Bloom. The name was exotic, easy to remember and appealing. Getting to his feet, Viggo popped out the film from his camera and quickly capped it. Looking at Orlando, Viggo once again felt the pull, reeled in like a fish on a hook. Those deep brown eyes twinkled with life and the full lips dripped with sensuality. This Orlando was positively handsome--beautiful.
Swallowing, Viggo offered his hand to the young man. “Viggo Mortensen.”
At once Orlando’s hand shot out and gave Viggo’s a firm but gently handshake.
“A pleasure to meet you, sir.”
Viggo gulped down his lust at the way Orlando says "pleasure" and he can't help it but feel the warmth of his blood as it rushed through his veins. He needed to go on talking to this handsome creature! “Are you new to the area? I thought I knew most of the young men on this block, my studio is on the third floor…”
Again, Orlando quirked him a small but mischievous smile making Viggo’s heart rate pick up even more speed.
“Yes, you could say I am just visiting - passing through actually.”
“You have quite the English accent. What part of England are you from?”
“Paradise.” Was Orlando’s all too simple answer. “I like the accent though. Don’t you?”
Viggo wasn’t about to argue. All he could think about at the moment was how to convince the young man to come into his studio, so he could take some more shots.
“Look, I am going to cut to the chase. You are the perfect model. I mean this sincerely. I would love to shoot you in my studio. I--I mean, take more photographs of you.”
The older man was stumbling with his words and Orlando could see that his very presence was causing quite the stir. Viggo was without a doubt attracted to him. Perfect.
“Hmm, well I would like to accommodate you; however I am supposed to meet a friend--down by the café in an hour. But--” Seeing Viggo’s stricken look he quickly added. “I suppose I could spend the hour doing something more productive.”
Happily, Viggo led the man back to the studio and it wasn’t long that Viggo had set up the lights, pushed a blue screen background and started taking snapshots of the young man.
Orlando seemed to take all of it with happy grace. Almost as if he had fully expected this to happen. He smiled when told, and moved to where Viggo pointed and despite the flashing of light; Orlando seemed quite comfortable in this setting.
When Viggo finally called a break thirty minutes later, he asked for one of the secretaries to bring them some drinks and food. The young girl eyed Orlando’s impressive looks with a shy smile. Orlando flashed her a friendly grin when she returned and placed the food on the table, afterward Orlando took her hand gently and raised it to his lips.
The girl was quite pleasantly flattered and walked away with a genuine giddy expression on her face cradling her hand.
Viggo, while setting up more camera angles, was also looking for another background scene to utilise to take more shots. He couldn’t seem to decide on the cloud look, the tropical beach, or rainforest.
Eating a ham sandwich, Orlando watched Viggo taking special interested note of the artist and his movements.
“Better be careful with that gallant stuff, kissing hands and all. Shirley just got divorced and needs little encouragement to look for her next husband.”
Orlando laughed outright, and Viggo felt his heart melt at the musical sounds coming from the young man. His laughter sounded like bells.
“No worries mate, she is without a doubt better off without that husband of hers. Jackass loved to drink too much and beat her. Her next husband will be her soul mate and she will meet him soon, of that I am certain.”
Catching Viggo shooting him an odd look, Orlando quickly added. “She had bruises on her wrists and on her lower leg. On her left hand, the ring finger has a white mark that can only be caused by the removal of a ring. It does not take a detective to deduce that she was abused and naturally it is human nature to let go of pain and move on. She has a strong spirit.”
“You’re very observant.”
“I am.” Orlando replied, as he finished the last of his sandwich and looked to see Viggo finally choosing the tropical beach scene. “Just like I look into your eyes and see such solitude, emptiness … loneliness. You have been hurt many times in your short life.”
Orlando talked in a very quiet whisper, and as Viggo turned he became lost in Orli’s brown eyes. He suddenly felt exposed and stripped bare before him.
"You were very young when you lost your parents. Oh; only seven? Poor boy. Too young to be left alone to be raised by an Aunt that spent most of her time drinking rather than caring for a lonely little boy. Is the fact that you felt so lonely what made you marry right out of high school? I see you divorced before the year was over." Orlando allowed a small smile grow in his lips for a second as he said, "…But you have a son from that marriage! I can see you are a lovingly father… Only a responsible loving father would go to as many colleges and universities as you went to just to give your son the best opportunities you could give him"
The smile on Orlando's face dropped suddenly and there was an intense pain reflected in the bright brown eyes. "Oh. You were tragically informed that your son drowned in a pool while his mother was busy sniffing drugs up her nose. I can see that his death has haunted you ever since; you blame yourself for his death? You punish yourself without love because of this? Why, Viggo? Why when I see that yet for all this, you are kind and well mannered? You never cross the line and always think everything out, looking at every angle, before jumping in with both feet. You give love but you think of yourself not worthy of receiving it? Why?"
Viggo couldn't believe how many things this Orlando had said about his life! The pain that the memory of his young son's death was too strong, yet he managed to push it back as he turned away from the hunting brown eyes that still pierced him. "You shouldn't read all those gossip magazines!"
Orlando simply smiled intelligently. "I have seen in your eyes that Karl Urban managed to break the rock hard shell you have built up around yourself made of years of loneliness and guilt. I am glad that you can feel again –though I am not certain that the emotions he has introduced you to are good ones." Orlando made a weird face. "He's not for you, Viggo. You deserve better."
Viggo swallowed hard and felt as if someone had just slapped him across the face. No one, absolutely no one knew about his relationship with Karl. It was closed doors. How did---?
Viggo closed his eyes and remembered the first time he met Karl. He had just started working for Urban magazine and was finishing up the last of a photo shoot with the batty Paris Hilton. Her father was a friend of Karl’s and had indulged his spoiled daughter with a day at a professional photo shoot. Viggo did not deny that the Ms. Hilton was attractive but she was far too skinny and way too haughty for his liking.
He had headed out the door and walked right into a brick wall named Karl Urban. He had hit the floor dazed and when their eyes met, Viggo knew he would never be the same again.
However, he did not pursue Karl; in all fairness it was Karl that had pursued him. And Viggo had tried to be strong and turn away from this emotional roller coaster ride that he knew in his heart could only end in disaster.
But, it had been so long since he had let himself feel anything. He had shut down his emotions and feelings and now with a simple look, Karl had reduced him to a bundle of nerves.
It was after a gallery opening and rounds of celebratory champagne that Viggo somehow found himself in Karl’s bed. And within the very first month of their being a couple, Viggo knew that he was not the only man in Karl’s life and there were most certainly women, too. And most assuredly he was not the only person Karl bedded.
It had hurt at first, but then Viggo reasoned that this was his fortune and he was certainly no blushing virgin with delusions of a happily ever after. Besides Viggo knew, Karl was not a man that could commit to one person. Karl had aspirations that surpassed the pleasures of the flesh, that neither male nor female could fulfill. In that knowledge, Viggo could finally find his own release and not have that horrible word, commitment stand in his way. This time there would be no failed marriage and no dead son to mourn. This was so much safer.
Still, there were times that Viggo fancied he was truly in love with Karl and that Karl might feel the same. But then that was when Viggo would find evidence that Karl was back to his usual free to roam attitude to life and Viggo and the stock exchange. Karl always came back, but he also always strayed to the other fish in the sea.
Karl could seem to be compassionate and even passionate when it pleased him, but Viggo soon realized it was a show. Karl never truly gave his heart to anyone, and used whoever he could to get what he wanted.
Viggo was just afraid; afraid of commitment, afraid of feeling again, afraid of being hurt. But he didn’t lie to others and refused to give what he knew he could not. And while Karl hoarded his money, Viggo did his share to help people. His last gallery show netted nearly 3 million dollars and he donated all but costs to the Red Cross for hurricane relief.
Sometimes, though, he just wished---for something more out of life. Was this all that being alive meant, to live to try to help people that were suffering and be unable to help yourself and to what end? Death? Was it all a game for some creator’s amusement.
“You’re a lost soul, Viggo but you will find your way again.”
Viggo felt suddenly nervous and extremely open. He gestured to Orlando to go pose against the background and once again they began the formal shoot. When twenty minutes had passed, Viggo shut off the lights.
“Time’s up. I guess I better let you go meet your friend. I would like you to come back if you could - tomorrow, at the same time. I really think you can have a great career, top notch.”
Orlando got to his feet and moved towards Viggo. Nearly standing nose to nose, Viggo felt suddenly warm and the smell of lilacs and cedar wood filled his nostrils. His heart was beginning to race again. After what seemed a long time of staring into each other’s eyes, Orlando reached up with his hand and gently caressed Viggo’s hair down to his cheek.
The next Viggo knew, was that Orlando’s lips were on his. “Don’t be afraid.” Orlando whispered into Viggo’s ear before he turned and began to head for the door. “God has not forgotten you, Viggo.”
Viggo swallowed and shook his head. “I don’t believe in God.”
“He believes in you and so do I.” And then Orli was gone.
For a moment, Viggo felt foolish, and then he felt warm, and tranquil and most of all, for the first time in many years, he felt loved.
‘Orlando Bloom, who are you?’
***
He could feel the copper taste in his mouth, and a wetness that was falling into his eyes. He felt cold, so very cold. Viggo closed his eyes and tried to think back on the one person in his life who made his entire existence worthwhile. Orli.
***
At the same time on the following day, Orlando had shown up dressed completely in black. Viggo had to blink several times and fight to control his emotions. He thought Orlando was not only completely beautiful but the most sexually attractive person he had ever seen.
The photo shoot lasted for hours. Viggo couldn’t get enough of this angelic person. Though, thankfully, Orlando did not talk much, of which Viggo was grateful. He did not want to talk about God or his past or about his own private pains and suffering. Orlando made him want to move on, forget his past and start enjoying life.
During the lunch break, Viggo found it hard to keep Orlando off of his plate. Orlando not only finished his own meal, but polished off most of Viggo’s fries and part of his chocolate cake.
“Hmmm, heavenly,” murmured Orlando as he took the last bite of the cake. Viggo licked his lips unable to stop the feeling of complete arousal he felt at watching Orlando eat his food, and then started sucking the chocolate from his fingers, using his tongue in the most sensual ways possible.
Then Orli chuckled and bent down and with a slow but sure path touched Viggo’s lips once more with his own.
Viggo felt dazed and slightly dizzy and before he realized it he had Orlando in his arms and was kissing him back. The kiss was first soft and gentle but soon became more demanding and passionate. When the kiss was finally broken, Viggo found himself breathing hard but Orlando was not out of breath, he only smiled back at him with a serene look that could only be described by one word. Love.
The next thought that ran through Viggo’s mind was to actually run. Out of the studio into the street and drive away in his car. He felt the fear go through him. Was it love? And then the images of his failed marriage and his dead son filled his mind.
Viggo got to his feet, trying to get space, when a hand gently touched his arm.
“Don’t run away, Viggo. I’m not going to hurt you.”
But, Viggo only looked back at Orlando, he replied bitterly, as tears filled his eyes. “Everybody has hurt me. Why should you be any different from anyone else?”
“Because, I am.” Orli replied simply. “Those who proclaimed their love to you were users. They never loved you at all and only used you to their own ends. I am not a user. My life--my vocation --my very being is to heal hearts and protect them from being broken. I will guard and protect your heart Viggo, if you will let me.”
They stared at each other for a long moment and then Viggo smiled slightly and shrugged helpless as he remembered that this young man had only come here to see a friend. A friend, wondered Viggo? “What about your other friend, the one you spoke of?”
Orlando smiled and shook his head. “I have known Sean Bean for--many long years. But we’re just friends. Perhaps, someday I shall introduce you to him.” Seeing pain flash again in Viggo’s eyes, Orlando hastened to add. “Do not be put back up the wall you have spent half a lifetime building in your mind. I told you, I am not here to hurt you. Sean and I are not lovers.”
But Viggo was afraid, he had been hurt to many times, ‘especially by Karl', and he wasn’t sure he could ever trust anyone completely with his heart. Not even to this, heavenly creature. The invisible wall he had built around himself was high. He thought his defenses impenetrable and now realized they were collapsing around him.
But he could not bear to love again. He just couldn’t. His heart was too torn, too broken.
These words were no sooner said in his mind than Orli was smiling. Viggo felt his heart somersault and he went to get his case.
“Will you be staying here a bit longer?"
“Paradise will wait. I will stay here for as long as I am needed - as long as you need me.”
Viggo, looked back at Orlando and with still some doubt in his eyes, he headed for the door.
“I need you to come with me to a special location tomorrow for a shoot. Can you be here early-- say eightish?”
Orlando didn’t reply, he merely nodded and Viggo made a hasty departure.
***
Viggo choked and coughed and felt as if he were fading. It wouldn’t be long now, he realized. Pain seized him at the thought of never seeing Orli ever again. Their time had been too brief, too short. Life truly was cruel.
***
Orlando felt a life force coming to an end, and with his sword held high, he made for the house. As he pushed Dominic aside, he closed his eyes briefly, reminding himself of the reason he had come into Viggo’s life. Their time was to be short, and brief; show him true love and then call him home.
Yet now at the end, his duty tore at his very soul.
***
After Viggo left the studio, Orlando slowly stood up and turned to a figure that waited in the shadows.
***
“I am doing fine; you don’t have to watch me you know?” Orlando challenged the silence.
The figure stepped out of the shadows. The man was tall and had golden blond hair. His face was weathered and looked older and yet young all at the same time. He was dressed in white with golden wings fluttering behind him.
“You are moving too fast for him. His heart has been numb for too long.”
“I am not,” pouted Orli. “Sean, you don’t understand humans as well as I do.”
“I understand them all too well, young one. You have only come to earth - what, twelve times? I come to earth daily and know a lot more about humans than you do and I am telling you, you are pushing him too fast. Slow down.”
“I’m not gonna mess up my assignment.”
“I know you won’t ‘mess up’. Not on purpose, at least. But you must rein in those emotions, keep your focus. Viggo needs to feel ‘true love’, one more time in this life, then he is to be called home.”
“Soon?”
Sean confirmed it with a nod, “Very soon.”
And Orlando felt a bit of sadness flow through his spirit.
Sean placed his hand gently on Orlando’s shoulder and smiled. “Come, Elijah is getting his first assignment today. I think he will need us both to help him set out on his path.”
Orlando laughed as he allowed Sean to lead him upwards, through the ceiling of the building and into the sky. “His first! Brilliant! He has been waiting for nearly a thousand years. He must be so excited.”
“That he will be, which is why I need you to help me keep him from tumbling all through the clouds of heaven. We need him to be calm.”
Orlando was more than happy to give Elijah a helping hand.
***
Viggo was surrounded by darkness, and though he was cold and felt himself falling deeper into the shadows, he could also feel a strong energy beginning to surround him. The energy reminded him the last time he was with Orli…the last time they would ever be together…
***
Orlando had arrived in plenty of time for a ride to the next location shoot. He was dressed in shorts and wearing a red open buttoned shirt. When he strolled up, Viggo pulled him into his car and quickly made their way onto the highway. An hour later, they arrived at a national park area. A ranger greeted them at the gate, tipping his hat to Viggo. The ranger recognized the famous photographer as he had used the park several times for special modeling jobs over the past two years.
Viggo parked the car in front of a trail head that was marked as Lonely Springs. “Come!” With Orlando at his side, he took them to his most secret photo site.
He had only taken pictures of two other models here and neither one of them had appreciated the beauty as he could see that Orlando now did.
The mountain in front of them was huge and had a tinge of blue and green to it with an icy cap sparkling in the sun at the summit. Upon reaching the banks of a nearby stream, Orlando smiled to see a fountain of water cascading over several large rocks. All around them was the sounds of nature. No planes, no smog, no people, just fresh clean air and the sound of falling water and off and on the singing of birds. This was a true haven from the harsher realities of the corporate world. This was a place that Viggo not only loved to photograph but also a place to think and get inspiration for his painting.
He directed Orli to stand near the stream, perched on one of the several large rocks and began his work. Before long, Viggo was taking shots quickly here and there and using as many different angles as he could think of trying to capture the light and shadows to Orli’s best vantage.
It was nearly two hours later, that Viggo finally decided on a break. The older man as he unpacked lunch could see that Orlando wasn’t tired. If anything he seemed more energized. In fact he glowed with health and vitality and Viggo could only hope he was catching a fraction of it with the camera’s eye.
Orlando lifted up the insect in his hand and smiled. The wings fluttered slowly and then the brown and yellow butterfly took off for places unknown.
Viggo smiled, watching Orlando look at the butterfly. He looked at it with such a deep concentration and appreciation, it was the way the young man looked at everything around him. Respect and love. Viggo felt completely mesmerized by this very strange and mysterious being. Recovering from his momentary lapse into staring, he handed Orlando a turkey sandwich and reached for his ham and cheese.
“So, what brought you to the states, anything other than to visit a friend?”
Orlando smiled knowing that Viggo was seeking information about his mysterious new model. “Well, I hadn’t been around here in a long time and I really wanted to see the place again.”
“Oh, you’ve been to California before?”
“Three times. My first time was during an earthquake - very sad, the loss of life.”
Viggo shrugged, but agreed. Any life lost was sad, but earthquakes were part of the course of living in California. “And your second visit?”
“I came to help give others hope, during a hard time of depression.”
“The third?”
“I--had to help a child find his way home.” Orlando refused to elaborate any further on this third visit.
He was curious of this cryptic statement, but Viggo let it slide for now, “Do you have any family?”
“Oh yes, I have a large family. I have a wonderful father, whom I love with all my heart. He is a very good soul. I also have many brothers and sisters. Astin, Liv, Elijah…and Sean.”
“I thought you said this Sean was a friend?”
“Did I? Yes, a friend but also a brother to me. Not all families have to be of the same ah--blood you know.”
Nodding, Viggo finished his sandwich and then took a swig from his water container before moving to his camera.
“Why must you always hide behind the camera?” Asked Orli.
Surprised by Orlando's candid remark, he looked up and met those deep brown eyes and felt held in place, “I am not hiding.”
“Yes, you are. You are hidden away behind that camera, seeing life though a lens but never through your own eyes. There is so much more living a life, Viggo.”
The older man only shrugged and continued to play with the camera. Until Orlando’s hands touched his own hands. The camera was dropped where it lay and the moments that followed filled Viggo’s soul.
He could not remember the last time he was actually held in someone’s arms, or was caressed and touched so gently and so lovingly. Karl had never been one for open affection. Making love was just sex to him, the act itself, sometimes brutal and a rough coupling. And sometimes slow and determined... but never loving.
This was truly a loving touch. This was love. Viggo lost track of time as Orlando’s lips touched him everywhere, gently, sweetly warm and full of passion. He fell endlessly, lost in the sensations and tried several times to return the affection, but, Orlando just brushed his lips to Viggo’s ears whispering softly, “Shhh, this time is for you, let love give back what was taken from you.”
And when Viggo, hours later eventually reached his climax, his eyes were only on Orlando, who looked back to him with equal love and affection. Viggo knew that he would never be the same way again. For he knew now, what he did not when he first laid eyes upon Orlando three days ago, he had a word to describe this beautiful being.
He had fallen in love…with an angel.
TBC
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