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OUR SONG

Summary: Orlando goes clubbing, then can’t remember who he took home.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Viggo/Orli
Warnings: Adult Content, Crazy Author.
Disclaimer: As I have already said, if they were mine, would I honestly be writing FAN FICTION?! Noooooo.
Author’s Notes: An attempt at three am on a dance-club Orli plot bunny. Know it's been done to death, but when the bunny bites....

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No one had seen Orli all day. The hobbits had expected to see him at lunch, but he hadn’t shown. Viggo, getting worried, called around at his place.

“Orli?” he yelled. The house was deserted. He’d gotten in easily; using the key Orlando had given him.

“Orlando?”

Viggo frowned and ran up the stairs, checking his bedroom and bathroom. He triple checked the entire house, even the cupboards. Last time Orli had hidden, he’d been in the kitchen cupboards all along.

On his way out of the living room, Viggo noticed the back door was still open. He slipped out, and saw one solitary hunched over figure sitting at the very end of the slope of his garden.

The wind was terrible, threatening to bowl Viggo over as he walked. The sky was overcast, and freezing droplets of rain blurred his vision. He sat down next to the unmoving elf and stared at the ground.

“Go away, Vig.” Came the quiet, hoarse order.

“Orli, what’s wrong?”

Orlando hunched over further, attempting to hide his tear-stained face from Viggo. Viggo shuffled closer to him and wrapped an arm around the cold man.

“I’m in love.” He snapped.

“That’s not terrible-”

“It is, Vig. Because I can’t BE in love. Not with…I just can’t.”

“Orli, sh…” Viggo rocked him gently, while he cried against his chest.

The rain came down, and Viggo suggested they went inside. He made a cup of tea for them, and together they sat down on the couch, and watched the rain patter on the window.

“Why don’t I take you clubbing tonight. Wherever you want. You know, just to let everyone know you’re still alive?” Viggo suggested.

Orlando grinned. “Sure. Sounds fun.”

_ooo00ooo_

Orlando woke up, his head foggy. He moved his arm, and felt his fingers brush against another person. He dared not move, but heard the other person mumble and fall deeper into sleep. He checked, and sure enough, he was completely naked under the covers. It was his house, but he didn’t roll over to see who he’d slept with. He didn’t think he’d be able to cope with it. So, lying on his stomach, staring at the floor, he tried to remember what had happened last night.

Viggo sipped at his scotch and watched Orli dance with the other people on the floor. Dom and Elijah were at the same club they’d arrived at, and Orli danced fairly close to them. Viggo tried to ignore the attraction he felt to Orlando.

Orlando danced the tension out of his body, not with anyone in particular, just dancing. Dom and Elijah were dancing closer and closer to each other with every song.

He noticed Viggo watching him intently, and it turned him on. So Orli started to dance for Viggo. He was aware of Viggo’s eyes on his hips, then his hands, and then on his face. Viggo blushed slightly when he saw the small knowing smile on Orli's lips. The song finished, and Orli headed over to him.

“Hey old man.” He said, sliding into the booth opposite Viggo.

“Hey.” Viggo didn’t meet his eyes.

Orlando grabbed Viggo’s half-empty glass and drained it. Viggo glared playfully at him, snorting when the elf burped loudly.

“What happened to elves being elegant and polite?”

“If you can’t beat the humans, join ‘em.” Orli grinned.

Another song started up, and Orlando started to dance in his seat. “C’mon Vig. Dance with me.”

Viggo shook his head and grinned at his own stupidity. He got up and followed the elf up onto the dancefloor. He started dancing, and to Orlando’s surprise, he was quite good. Not to be out done, Orli started competing with Viggo to see who was better.

The song ended, and neither won. A slow love-song began, and Orli started to giggle.

“What?” Viggo asked. Orlando pointed at Dom and Elijah.

They were all over each other by now. Viggo rolled his eyes, and looked back at Orlando, catching the jealous look. Grinning, Viggo stepped closer to Orli and put his hands on the younger man’s hips.

“What’re you doing, you mad human?” Orli grinned.

“Dancing. So dance.”

Orli snorted, and did as he was told. Somehow his hands ended up on Viggo’s shoulders, and Orli really didn’t care. His fears from this morning were gone, because now he didn’t care what anyone else would think.

Slowly he drew Viggo closer to himself, and wrapped his arms around the strong body. Viggo realised he was holding his breath, and let it out. Orlando let his head fall onto Viggo’s shoulder, and smiled when he felt the older man chuckle.

The song was nearly finished, and he turned his face upwards. Viggo moved slightly, and then they were kissing.

They were still kissing when they slammed through Orli’s front door, tearing at each other’s clothing. They made it to the bedroom, and fell onto the bed.

Viggo’s calloused hands ran down Orli’s bare chest, while he feverently kissed his collarbone. Orlando moaned and let his hands roam over Viggo’s back. He arched into the touch, and let out a long strangled noise when Viggo turned his attentions to a nipple. He sucked and licked it to a hard point, then turned to the other.

He worked his way down Orli’s body, then smiled and teasingly kissed the tip of his rock hard cock. Orlando moaned and shuddered. With a wicked grin, he swallowed Orlando to the hilt, causing him to scream. Viggo alternated sucking and gently running his tongue up the underside of Orli’s cock, until he heard the younger man start to protest.

“No, Viggo, please. I…I don’t want it that way.”

“How do you want it?” Viggo grinned.

“Fuck me.” Viggo gasped as Orlando’s hand closed around his erection and squeezed lightly. “Third drawer.”

Viggo groaned and reached over, grabbing lube and condoms from the drawer. He slicked up two fingers and pressed gently into Orlando. Feeling the slight sting, Orli leaned up and captured Viggo’s lips in a searing kiss. He felt Viggo scissoring gently, and broke the kiss with a scream of pleasure when those fingers stabbed into his prostate.

“Now, for fuck’s sake, now…” Orlando begged.

“Bossy elf.” Viggo said, but removed his fingers.

He tore open the condom and rolled it onto his cock, before squeezing a liberal amount onto himself. He positioned himself at Orlando’s entrance, and thrust in in one smooth, slow motion.

Orlando groaned and wrapped his legs around Viggo’s waist, pulling him in closer. He rocked against him experimentally, before Viggo started to move. Orlando cried out with every thrust as Viggo changed his angle to strike his prostate. Orlando whimpered and closed his eyes at the same time Viggo closed his hand around Orli’s cock.

Orlando’s eyes snapped open as he climaxed, screaming Viggo’s name. Viggo came with him, calling out incoherent words, before collapsing on his elf.

When he had enough breath to move he extricated himself from Orlando and disposed of the condom. He slid back into the bed and hugged Orli from behind, kissing one smooth shoulder.

Orlando smiled and rolled over slowly. He came face to face with Viggo, who was already awake. They smiled sleepily at each other. Viggo cupped Orli’s cheek and kissed him softly.

“Morning.” He said, his voice hoarse.

“Morning,” Orli replied. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah. I did.”

Orli snuggled close to Viggo, his head pillowing on Viggo’s chest. Looking up at his lover, Orlando smiled.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“What about…?”

“It was you anyway.” Orlando murmured, kissing Viggo’s palm. “And fuck everyone else. I love you.”

Viggo smiled, happy for the first time in two days. “I love you too.”

Fin.