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Title: Merciless 6
Authors: del_p and Jade
Series: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell, never happened, only in our minds









Orlando was tired, he should be, they'd spent most of today running around the fucking countryside. It didn't stop the hot little ball of lust, pure and unadulterated lust that coiled in his belly every time he got within ten feet of Viggo. It didn't help that most of the scenes when they were standing still, he got a lot closer than that. Running a hand through his hair, he hitched his jeans up with the other one and kept slogging through the parking lot.

Viggo walked a few feet behind Orlando, eyes fixed on the younger man's ass. The jeans were loose, but he could see the flex and sway of that tight little ass underneath, and it was driving him insane. All day he'd had to be Aragorn-cool, while the gorgeous elf gracefully drove him mad with desire. It was almost worse, now that he knew what that body felt like under his, knew what Orlando's voice sounded like when he called Viggo's name in release. It was fucking hard, literally, to remember to keep his hands to himself in front of the crew. But now the day was over, they were practically alone, and they were on their way back to his room. With every step Viggo's arousal grew, until he was about to lose control. That ass, that body, that face... he needed Orlando. Now.

Orlando was so intent on his own thoughts, most of them having to do with how soon he could be on his hands and knees with Viggo fucking him into oblivion that he didn't realize how close the man himself was. He ran his hand through his dark curls again, ending with the palm curved over the back of his neck. He massaged the muscles there and paused to hitch his pants up again, stretching with a roll of his hips.

Orlando's slim hips were like a red flag to Viggo; it was too much, they'd been apart all day, and with a low growl he moved fast. They were almost to his car and with a movement he was flush behind the younger man, driving him forward against the car. He pressed, pinning Orli to the unopened car door, grinding his erection against that ass that haunted him. He didn't know what it was about Orlando, but he'd never been so infatuated with anyone. Orlando was beautiful and vulnerable and seemed to want Viggo just as much as Viggo wanted him. He couldn't stop thinking about him. The feel of Orlando under him was perfect, and he captured and pinned his arms to his sides. He whispered in the elf's ear, "Want you, Orli.... so much..."

Orlando cried out with startlement, coming up hard against the car and trapped there by Viggo's weight. In seconds he was pinned, helpless with the feel of Viggo's hard on pressing just so through their clothing. He moaned; the pressure and feel of Viggo's body and control over him was perfect, intense, incendiary. He twisted, shifting to try to press up closer, harder. "Viggo, God. Want you too, please, let's get back to the room." Orlando felt so protected by Viggo, even when the man was driving him wild, teasing him until he thought he'd die from wanting. He wanted now, so badly his cock was twitching and throbbing painfully in his jeans and boxers.

"Don't think I can wait that long," moaned Viggo, rocking his hips, dragging his hard length up and down Orlando's ass. "You make me crazy, that body of yours, need to touch you, kiss you, everywhere." He groaned, his need for the younger man overriding all else. "You're so perfect, elf boy. Tell me how hard you are for me."

"We can't...here. Someone might...see us." Oh fucking hell it was so hard to think straight when he could practically *feel* every bump and bulge of Viggo's cock even through fabric. He could even more easily imagine what it would feel like having that big thick length pushing into him, taking him, making him give in. A moaning whimper welled in his throat, trapped as he was. Being pinned like this only made it hotter, made him want it more. "So fucking hard, God, all bloody day, on fire. Viggo, come on, love....take me home." The endearment just slipped out but felt right on his tongue.

"There's no one here, Orlando," purred Viggo, still rubbing against him. "Don't you like the way it feels, out in the open?" Viggo was an exhibitionist, loved sex outdoors and where someone might see them. It was a wonder he hadn't gotten into trouble for it before. He could usually control it but Orlando robbed him of all restraint. He was gone on the younger man and he knew it. He slipped one hand around, moving back so he could get it around front, and pressed on the arousal he felt there. "God, you're so hard, Orli. So fucking hot."

"Vig, No, please." Orlando protested unwillingly. There had to be a line drawn somewhere, didn't there? Oh but that rough purring tone in his ear, coaxing and commanding was doing things to his insides. He couldn't stop wanting, throbbing, craving Viggo. He was drawn and entrapped like a moth to a flame. One arm was released when Viggo pushed his hand up against Orlando's flaming erection and Orlando's hand flew back to draw Viggo up closer in spite of his protests. "Yes, yes, dying for you." He admitted on a moan.

With his least shred of reason, Viggo yanked Orlando off the car and flush against him. He looked at the younger man for a moment, taking in Orlando's lust-dazed eyes and sinful mouth, before claiming that mouth with his own. He kissed him hard, stunned at his own need for this man. When he wasn't touching Orlando he felt incomplete. He pulled back and growled, "Get in the car, then." That would give them a bit of privacy and hopefully assuage Orlando's worry.

Viggo literally took Orlando's breath away, kissing him so hard that he felt bruised and taken. He swayed into it, rubbing catlike against the older man's tightly packed muscular body. To be close like this to Viggo felt so perfect that he moaned and pouted when Viggo pulled back. Sinful lips puckered, the lower poked out, red tinged and swollen from their kisses. He nodded and obeyed without a word, climbing into the car and crawling into the back seat.

Viggo followed immediately, settling next to Orlando and pulling the smaller man into his lap. He craved Orlando's touch, needed it desperately, wanted every possible inch of his body to be in contact with the other man's. He waited for Orlando to get settled, hissing as he pressed against his raging erection.

He gasped, wriggling in against Viggo's lap with sluttish abandon. The hard thick cock he could feel through layers of clothing was nothing but a tease and he wanted to give as good as he got. He tipped his head back, nuzzling against Viggo's shoulder until he got folds of shirt collar out of the way so he could kiss and lick at Viggo's throat. He tasted so good, like salt and spice and something fresh.

Groaning, Viggo tilted his head back to allow Orlando's kisses, and at the same time ran his hands down the man's slender back. The very smell of Orlando was enough to arouse him now. Unable to stand the cloth in his way, he shoved his hands underneath the hem of Orlando's shirt, desperate to feel the smooth skin below. Almost on its own, one hand lowered to knead at the younger man's tempting ass. "God, Orli," he moaned. "You're driving me insane, you know that?" His slightly accented voice was thick and hoarse with desire.

Orlando shifted, turning around so he could straddle Viggo's lap and arching his back into the scrape of hands over his back and rear. He shot Viggo an enticing grin, dark eyes blacker than ever and curls tumbling every which way over his flushed face. "Do I? I like that." He purred, rubbing himself hungrily against Viggo's lap, almost cock to cock. His mouth sucked at the golden skin at the base of Viggo's throat, wandering hands working to get Viggo's shirt open, skin to skin contact craved. "Want you, need you..."


While Orlando fumbled at his shirt, Viggo pulled up on Orli's, trying to get it over his head. He needed to touch Orlando, everywhere he could. As he lifted the shirt, he deliberately rubbed against the younger man's sensitive nipples. "Orlando..." he moaned. "Get it off." He wasn't even sure if he was talking about Orlando's shirt or his own, or maybe both. He just needed more. He bucked his hips up, wanting to press his rock hard cock against the elf's.

Halfway into pulling Viggo's shirt lapels aside, Orlando stopped in order to press himself into the smooth/rough palms teasing his nipples. "More, more." He crooned then pulled his own hands away long enough to wrestle out of his tee shirt. Once that was done, he dragged his fingers down Viggo's chest, giving him a certifiably wicked look from under his lashes. "Want to fuck me?"

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you, elf boy," growled Viggo, his hands now roaming over Orlando's upper body hungrily. "Right here, right now, anywhere," he groaned, grabbing Orli's hips and pulling them closer together. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Got the stuff?" Orli was enjoying the fuck out of this, Viggo crazy for him and feeling the sudden rush of power in that. He worked his hips in a grinding motion against Viggo, hissing sharply at the friction, the contact. "I want it too, so badly, come on, Viggo, give it to me." Apparently being inside the car had satisfied his need for privacy.

"I'm always prepared, when I'm around you, boy," growled Viggo. Like he'd miss a chance to get his cock inside the sexy Orlando? "In my pocket." He leaned back to allow Orlando access to his pockets.

Greedily, Orlando worked Viggo's zipper down, getting cloth out of the way so he could curl his fingers around the hard length beneath. He stroked, oh so gently, watching Viggo's face, while his other hand wiggled down in Viggo's pocket. "Yeah, just for me?" He asked, coming up with a couple of foil packets. "I like that, Viggo, all for me," he purred.

"All for you, only you," groaned Viggo, thrusting up into Orlando's hand. "And you're mine..." He reached for the button of Orli's jeans, needing to touch his hard cock.

"Yes, yes. Yours." Orlando didn't hesitate, moaning almost in tandem with Viggo's cries. He stroked Viggo's erection harder, faster, pausing to lick his hand to slick the rhythm. His pants popped open and his own cock sprang out into Viggo's hand. "Yes, yes, please."

"Gonna fuck you, Orli, gonna fuck you right here," moaned Viggo, stroking Orlando's arousal. "You want that?" He was quickly losing control, Orlando's hand on him was like fire. He reached for one of the foil packets and ripped it open with his teeth.

"Yes, yes, gimme." Orlando was as greedy as a kid with candy. He shifted back briefly, squirming to get his pants off, kicking off his shoes so he was completely naked. Slim and muscular, he fastened a hand back around Viggo's cock, and pushed close. "Hurry, hurry, need you so bad, please."

"God," Viggo groaned, looking at his gorgeous lover. He wondered for a brief moment how he'd ever got this lucky, then desire took over. "Put it on me," he groaned, handing Orlando the condom. "Hurry."

He didn't need to be told twice. Leaning in briefly to kiss Viggo's lips softly, for no real reason that he knew. He was burning alive but some wellspring of tenderness opened up in him. He rolled the condom down carefully, taking more time than he should have with the task. His fingers gently worshipped the length straining for pleasure.

"Fuck yes," hissed Viggo. He put his hands on Orli's hips. "Come on, boy, ride me now," he groaned, urging his lover forward. He knew if he didn't get his cock inside Orlando now, he'd die.

A little drift of fear came into Orlando's expression. "I want to, want to...lube me, please?" He moaned, twisting against Viggo's hands, throbbing so hard that little drops of pearly fluid were gathering at the tip of his cock. He could hardly breathe, anticipation knotting up his insides. He arched back, exposing himself for Viggo's touch.

Viggo grabbed the tube and squeezed some slick lube out onto his fingers. He pushed Orlando's legs apart as far as he could, and pushed two fingers inside his tight opening. He moved his fingers in and out as quickly as he could, throbbing with need. He also smoothed some on the condom, then moved his slick hand to Orlando's cock, stroking quickly.

The elf boy cried out, almost screaming at the sudden firm press of fingers sliding into him, teasing at his prostate with every stroke. Bending his knees, he perched atop Viggo's cock, rolling his hips as he forced himself down on it. "Is this it, is this good, tell me..." He gasped crying out again, almost sobbing as Viggo breached him, forcing himself down harder. "Please, please, Viggo..." He was trapped between the hot glide of Viggo's cock inside him and the stroke of Viggo's hand working him over.

"Yes, god, yes, you're so good, Orlando, god, so tight," Viggo gasped, all restraint gone as he fought the urge to slam up into his lover. He stroked Orlando, concentrating on the rhythm, waiting for Orlando to adjust. "Feel me inside you, Orlando..."

"God!" Orlando's head tipped forward against Viggo's shoulder as he finally felt his lover, yes, his lover sink the last distance into him. He panted, whimpering softly at the heat and thickness pushed into him, teasing at his sensitive prostate and driving him wild in tandem with Viggo's hand. "So good so good, Viggo!"

"Want to fuck you hard, Orli, you're so gorgeous, want to do everything to you," Viggo growled, finally letting himself buck up into Orlando's body. So tight, so hot, when the fuck did he get so addicted to this boy? But it was too late, he'd die without this, and he surrendered to the ecstasy and he lost himself in the other man. Parts of him that had nothing to do with sex ached for Orlando and it scared him but it made it all the better.

"Harder, harder, hurt me." Orlando urged, exulting in this, giving himself up to it. He clutched at Viggo, bouncing a little on the pole shoved inside him and stroking himself into Viggo's hand. He needed this, needed this man, for more than just the exploding pleasure behind his eyelids, but everything. "Love the way you fuck me, can't get enough." He whimpered, shivering and keening.

"I love the way you feel, Orlando," groaned Viggo, snapping his hips upward as hard as he could, burying himself in the tight heat of Orli's body over and over. "Love... you..." Viggo wasn't even sure he'd said that out loud, it just felt right as he took his lover. He stroked faster, roughly. "Want to hear you scream for me, elf boy, come..."

Oh, yes, oh yes, oh fucking *yes*! that was just what he wanted, what he needed. Those ferocious hard drives up in against him, pushing him closer and closer to release. "Viggo!, Love!" He screamed out, almost as if he were obedient to those words, coming in a frantic surge.

Viggo felt wet heat cover his hand at the same time as Orlando's body got impossibly tight around him. "Orlando," he groaned, and he climaxed hard, hand tightening on Orli's hip, pistoning frantically into the younger man's body. It felt like his cock was going to explode inside his lover, and he screamed hoarsely as he pulsed. When the pleasure faded, he pulled Orlando close, reluctant to leave the heat of Orlando's body.

Orlando collapsed, limp and damp and panting into Viggo's arms. He didn't know how Viggo had done it, but he was bound to him and didn't want to escape. He shivered with aftershocks, the tight clench of his inner muscles reluctant to relax as time passed.

"Orlando," whispered Viggo. "We have to move." He was worried about getting the condom out of the younger man. "Please, love..." Though the last thing he wanted was to be parted from him. "Let me take you home."

"Yes, okay. If you want." Orli obeyed, shifting to lift up docilely. "Do I have to get dressed?" He asked plaintively, tumbling over in a damp sticky heap beside Viggo on the seat, nuzzling his head in against Viggo's chest almost immediately.

Viggo got rid of the condom, then pulled Orlando close. "Yes, I'm afraid you do, Orlando. I doubt you'd want pictures of me carrying you naked into my room to make it into the press." He kissed Orlando gently. "Let me take care of you."

Orlando was still boneless and gracefully flung nude across the seat, sticky with the residue of his orgasm. He looked thoroughly debauched. "You have been, Viggo. I love that."

"I love you," Viggo said, all in a rush, as if it surprised him. "Oh, Orlando..." He bent forward, kissing Orlando all over his face, small quick frantic kisses. He almost couldn't believe he'd said that, but it felt right.

"Viggo! " Orlando shivered, wrapping his arms around Viggo. "I love you, too. I don't know...Viggo." He clung tightly to this man who teased and tormented him, and still held his heart in his palm.

Viggo held Orlando close, reluctant to let go. He wasn't sure what would happen, but he knew he needed Orlando close to him.

The End