The Mirror Image Author: elfprincess911@yahoo.com Pairing: Orlando/(It’s a Surprise!) Rating: NC-17 Summary: Orlando confronts one of his demons He stared at himself in the full-length mirror, hating what he saw. He was too short and too thin. His dark brown hair was always an unruly mess. His eyes were too large, almost owlish in appearance. He had been told that his somewhat Mediterranean appearance was very attractive; ‘beautiful’ they had called it. But to him, it was simply ugly. He hated his lack of natural grace and poise, and his ability to always put his foot directly into his mouth at the most inopportune of times. But perhaps most of all, he hated being compared to Legolas, who was the embodiment of perfection, and the total opposite of Orlando. Orlando thrust his hands into the pockets of his low riding grey cargo pants and sighed. I will never be like him, he thought. Nothing I do will ever be as good as he could have done it. He turned away from the mirror and collapsed face down across his bed, not bothering to properly align himself with the head and foot, just remaining where he was. He then drifted into an uneasy alcohol induced sleep. It could have been minutes, or perhaps hours, when he sat up quickly. His rapid breathing and elevated heart rate signaled to him that all was not well in the world of Orlando Bloom. He waited motionless, holding his breath; the only sound he could hear was the slow tick of time from the alarm clock on his bedside table. Then, almost without conscious thought, he registered movement from one of the dark corners of his room. 'Oh God! Someone is in my room!' His head swam as he attempted to stand, but he moved a little too quickly, and overestimated the lingering effects of his earlier encounter with a bottle of Russian Vodka. He stumbled and fell backward over a pile of discarded laundry on the floor. His arms flailed out wildly in a vain attempt to catch hold of something, anything. He managed to land directly on the same pile of clothes that had caused his most ungraceful spill. Pausing to collect himself somewhat, he stood up slowly, and looked over his shoulder at the reflection of his room in the mirror. Orlando tried unsuccessfully, to quiet his heavy breathing as his eyes moved over the familiar decor of his bedroom. He scanned the surroundings for any further sign of movement, preparing to let his guard down and pass the whole thing off as a hallucination brought on by his most unfortunate hangover. Just then, the shadows shifted once again. He stood perfectly still, and watched with an almost morbid sense of fascination and horror, as the shadow took shape and form, drawing ever nearer to where he stood petrified before the mirror. With only the pale luminescence of the streetlight shining through his window, he could not make out the identity of the intruder, but was fairly certain that it was a human shape. He tried to speak, to shout. He wanted desperately to tell whoever it was not to come any closer, but his breath was stuck in his throat, and no sound would come. The human shape moved forward slowly, as slowly as the beat of a dying heart. He could almost count each advancing footstep. Orlando backed away into the corner of his room, drawing his arms around his chest in a feeble attempt to shield himself from any harm. Then, as the advancing figure stepped into the patch of light shining through his window, the features on the face became clear, and Orlando stared in stunned silence. 'It can’t be! Not him! Not here! Not now!' “No!” Orlando shouted. “You’re not real! You’re just a character from a book, a movie!” “Yes!” his own voice whispered back to him. “I am a creation of fantasy brought to life by you and no one else. Can’t you see it?” Legolas replied, as he laid his hands on Orlando’s trembling shoulders. “I made you a star when you gave me life.” Legolas hands slid down Orlando’s arms, his fingers locking with Orlando’s as their hands met. “We need each other,” Legolas whispered against Orlando’s ear. Orlando turned away to face the wall. He hoped in vain that he was just imagining this, and thought that perhaps if he concentrated hard enough, he could simply make it all go away. But that was not to be. He trembled as the warmth of Legolas’ body pressed against his back. Orlando looked up. God, there was that damn mirror right in front of him now. He could see the elf’s indigo eyes locking with his dark brown ones. The same eyes, just different shades. The same features, hands, body, different, and yet so very alike. Legolas raised his head, and keeping his eyes on Orlando’s, drew his warm soft lips over Orlando’s bare shoulder and up his neck. “Stop it!” Orlando shouted, as he tore himself away from Legolas and turned to face his mirror image. He stood looking eye to eye with his twin. “Leave me the hell alone!” he said to Legolas, as he seethed with the incredible frustration only felt by an actor who feels himself less worthy than the character he plays. “Why do you fear me, Orlando? I told you I am nothing without you.” Legolas reached out and gripped Orlando by the pockets of his cargo’s and pulled their bodies together. “You want to be more like me?” Legolas asked, his eyes flashing intense emotion. “Show me, and yourself. Prove to us both that you are just as passionate, just as beautiful and graceful, and just as strong. I couldn’t have been any of those things without you. Don’t you see? Every move I made was you, not me.” Orlando didn’t know where the overwhelming urge came from, but he felt himself respond, almost before he was aware that it had even happened. He grabbed Legolas and wrestled the elf to the bed. Legolas stumbled backward and fell over the same pile of clothes that Orlando had tripped over earlier. They both landed on the bed and Orlando felt the breath knocked from his lungs as they crashed down together. “Fuck!” Orlando cursed, as his chin struck Legolas’ forehead. “Damn clumsy human!” Legolas’ muffled voice protested from somewhere below Orlando. “Shut up, you crazy nuisance of a pansy elf! Always prancing around so perfect! Let’s see if underneath this pretty stage costume you have the same scars as me,” Orlando said with a wicked smile. “Oh, you can be sure I carry the same scars as you. Probably more,” the elf replied. Orlando glared at the smirking, self-confident elf. Legolas smiled back and without taking his eyes off Orlando’s, began to unfasten the silver tunic and slide it over his shoulders. “Amazing, isn’t it?” Legolas asked. “Looking at yourself in a different light.” The elf pulled off his boots and tossed them to the floor. Then he crawled seductively up the bed, towards Orlando, who sat transfixed as if watching a scene screening of himself. Orlando reached up and stroked his fingertips down the side of Legolas face. The elf reached up and did the same to Orlando. “Your skin is so soft!” they both said at the same time. Orlando reached out and pulled Legolas against him. “Come here. I can’t see you or touch you if you are half way across the bed,” Orlando said with a smile. Legolas crawled up between Orlando’s bent knees and rocked against Orlando sliding their all too obvious arousals together. “Oh God!” they both gasped, and clutched at each other. “Take these off!” Legolas pleaded as he tugged at Orlando’s cargo pants. “I know you aren’t wearing anything underneath them, you never do!” “And just how the hell would you know that?” Orlando asked, raising his eyebrows. “I’m always with you. You just didn’t know it,” Legolas replied. Orlando flexed his hips upward to make it easier for Legolas to remove his cargos, and watched breathlessly as Legolas shifted onto the bed beside him and removed his leggings. “There!” Legolas said. “Now we are even.” Orlando stared wide-eyed at Legolas. They truly were the same. Same body, same scars, identical in almost every way. Of course, Legolas didn’t have the tattoo of the little black sun on his stomach, or the elvish number nine on his forearm. But Orlando didn’t have a silver ring in his left nipple either. “And what exactly is this?” Orlando asked, tracing his fingertips over the nipple ring on the elf’s chest. “An afterthought,” Legolas replied. “Rather fitting, don’t you think?” “Yes!” Orlando said. “I think I like it.” “Then get one!” Legolas laughed. “I will,” Orlando replied as he leaned forward, and closed his lips over the elf’s soft sweet mouth. It was strange to kiss and touch Legolas. It sort of feels like masturbation, Orlando thought, as he slid his hands over the elf’s chest. Whatever he did to Legolas, the elf did right back to him, and usually at the same moment. Orlando decided he could like this game, and moved to trace the tip of Legolas ear with his tongue. Legolas moaned softly, and Orlando nearly bit his tongue as the sweet sound caused electricity to shoot directly to his already overly aroused cock. “Touch me!” Orlando breathed. “As you wish,” The elf replied. Legolas slid his warm, slightly calloused hands over Orlando’s chest and lowered his mouth to trail kisses down Orlando’s neck. Orlando clutched the sheets, and watched in almost morbid fascination, as the elf’s mouth moved lower and lower, warm soft lips caressing his abdomen. “Please!” Orlando moaned as he tangled both of his hands in the elf’s silky blonde hair. Legolas reached up and took one of Orlando’s hands and guided it to his cock. He then wrapped his own hand over Orlando’s and slid them up and down slowly. Orlando’s head tilted back and his eyes closed as he touched himself with the help of the elf. But it was only the beginning. Legolas leaned down and wrapped his warm moist lips around the swollen head of Orlando’s cock, pacing his movements with the movements of their hands. “I don’t think I can take much more of this!” Orlando gasped. Legolas stopped and moved catlike up against Orlando. He laid his hands on Orlando’s shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes for just a moment, before closing his mouth tightly over Orlando’s. The elf’s tongue slid in a teasing lurid motion around Orlando’s, and the kiss seemed to last for an eternity. It was so strange to Orlando. He could not really compare it to any other kiss he had ever had. In a way it was like a dream. “Fuck me, Orlando! Fuck me hard enough that even you can feel it! Show me how you can be just like me!” Orlando broke the kiss and stared at Legolas. The elf had not said a word, but the voice had been there in Orlando’s head just the same. Nonetheless, he needed no further encouragement. Orlando growled low in his throat as he took the slender elf’s arms and threw him face down on the bed. “No!” Legolas protested. “Not like this! I want to be able to see you,” the elf said, as he turned over onto his back. Legolas reached up and caressed Orlando’s back and smiled at him. I’d better get on with this, Orlando thought. If this really is a dream, he might just disappear. Orlando reached over to his bedside table and fumbled around in the drawer for the bottle of cinnamon lube that he kept there. Legolas watched the proceedings in silent contemplation as Orlando opened the bottle and poured a generous amount onto the palm of his hand. Orlando reached down and began to slick himself up with the lube. Legolas sat up for a better view. “Slowly,” the elf said. “I want to watch you touch yourself!” “Pervert!” Orlando said laughing, but slowed his movements and made a show for Legolas, pumping his hips forward and sliding his cock into the palm of his tightly clutched hand. Legolas watched the object of his adoration with obvious lust for a moment, and then leaned forward and brushed his lips against Orlando’s. “Enough of that!” Legolas said urgently and hooked his arms under Orlando’s, pulling him down. “Don’t make me wait!” Orlando fell forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of the elf’s shoulders. He paused for a moment and looked down at the elf. Legolas was his twin in every aspect. He could not reconcile this in his mind. He decided it was just best not to think about it and to pretend that he was at an audition. He could pull this off. He could act this out. But he knew that this wasn’t acting. His arousal was not fake, and neither was his desire. Legolas, sensing that Orlando was wavering for a moment, took advantage of the lapse in concentration to wrap his legs around Orlando’s waist and pulled against his shoulders. “I’m ready,” the elf whispered up at Orlando, with sweet urgency. Orlando rocked forward, and drew in a sharp breath as he slid into the warm, incredibly tight and oh-so-willing body beneath him. Legolas clutched at his back and moaned softly. “Can you feel it, Orlando?” Legolas asked. Orlando couldn’t answer. He was completely overwhelmed, and it was as if he was both himself and Legolas all at the same moment, taking, and being taken... “Now do you understand?” Legolas asked. “Yes!” Orlando managed to choke out, as he renewed his efforts on the body beneath him. “Harder!” They both cried out at the same moment. Wanting, needing, and feeling everything all at once was too much for Orlando. He saw stars explode behind his eyes and thought he had lost consciousness, as wave after wave of his orgasm washed over him. He had never cum so hard in his entire life, and for a moment he could neither hear nor see. He was barely aware of the voice in his head calling over and over... “I’ll always be with you.” Orlando sat bolt upright in bed. God, what time was it? he thought as he tried to make out the numbers on the alarm clock. That was one hell of a dream. He pushed the sweat- drenched sheet away and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Where are my pants? Someone was pounding on his front door. “Come on! We’re gonna be late!” Elijah shouted impatiently. Orlando had forgotten that he promised Elijah they would go to the beach that morning. “God Orli, it’s not my fault you drank yourself into a stupor last night! Where the hell did you get that big hickie?” Elijah asked, pointing to Orlando’s neck. “What hickie?” Orlando asked, turning to look into the bathroom mirror. “Holy shit! You got your nipple pierced too! Did you have a party last night or what?” Elijah asked. “What the hell!” Orlando said as he looked down at his chest and saw a silver nipple ring in his left nipple. Glancing back up at the mirror, Orlando wasn’t really surprised when he saw that the reflection wasn’t himself, but that of a certain elf who winked at him and smiled. God, what a dream!