Title:  Candied Crush
Author:  Ñalatáriellë the Fair Immortal
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Orlando/Viggo
Summary:  
Disclaimer:  I do not claim to know Orlando, Viggo, nor their preferred sexual 
orientation.  I am not writing this for money; this is purely for pleasure of others and 
myself.  Finally, I make no claim or profit on any of the chewy Starburst brands; it is 
merely a prop for my fic.
Warnings:  This fic contains love of both an emotional and physical relation between 
two men.  This love is descriptively detailed (I know, redundant but sometimes it is 
required.)
Archive:  LBES, CIB, Liramer, Aniron, everywhere else please ask; I’ll say yes I promise, 
just want to know where she is.
Beta:  Not a chance, only in my own mind.
E-Mail:  brooklynbridge05@hotmail.com
Feedback:  Absolutely!  This one especially.
Author’s Note:  I have so many fics going right now that it’s not even remotely amusing; 
and most of them are either series or a long stand alone.  This one is an attempt to not be 
so long and get some of my blocked creative juice tubes…unblocked.  This idea came to me 
as I was eating Starbursts, I remembered something that I was told when I was about 10; 
that if you can ‘lick’ the wrapper off of the ‘bursts then that means you’re a good 
kisser…need I say more?

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Orlando was skeptically observing a small brightly wrapped piece of candy.

“Come on Orli!  What’s the matter?  Just try it, go on!  It’s actually kinda fun!”  Elijah was 
popping the same candy into his mouth, the wrapper still on.  Orli was now looking at his 
friend with a raised eyebrow.

“’Lij, has anyone told you that you’ve completely lost it?”  He just smirked and through his 
mouthful replied; “never had it to begin with mate.”

“So you’re completely serious about this aren’t you?”  He was once again eyeing the piece of 
candy in his hand.  Elijah simply nodded and began pulling the complete wrapper from his 
mouth.

“Remember that you can’t use your teeth to get it off;” Orli just rolled his eyes and gently 
placed the candy into his mouth.  As he sucked at the wrapped sweet, he thought about 
why he allowed Elijah to talk him into this.  It had been a normal afternoon till the hobbit 
had bounded up to him with a pack of Starbursts and asked if he wanted to see something 
cool.  Of course at that point he had been naïve enough to think that the innocent man in 
front of him was indeed…well, innocent.  So now, here he was attempting to remove a 
wrapper from a piece of candy; he rolled his eyes at his own idiocy.

~~	
Later that day he had a pack of Starbursts in his pocket, one currently in his mouth, 
wrapper stubbornly refusing to give up its hold; until he finally gave up and pulled it off 
with his fingers.  He sighed in defeat, having the last few wrappers he’d attempted to 
remove gone soggy and simply disintegrated in his mouth, clearly he was a sucky kisser and 
needed to go back to the drawing board and re-examine his technique.

The rest of the day went by pretty much in a blur, Orlando refused to give up and had so 
far managed to get off only half of the wrapper, he figured he just wasn’t patient enough, 
or had enough presence to not end up either forgetting about the wrapper and biting down 
into a mouthful of paper and candy or just getting too frustrated and peeling the soggy 
wrapper off with his fingers.  Even as was, he kept forgetting that he couldn’t use his teeth 
and kept scraping them at the corners of the square sweet to at least get it going.

So after filming was over for the day and everyone had visited makeup and left with their 
individual faces and personalities; Viggo found Orlando standing by his jeep a slight scowl 
on his face and his cheeks bulging occasionally, he had to laugh to himself as he walked 
over to the younger man.

“Hey elf-boy, wanna hit the pub together?”   The older man asked as he approached the 
youth. 

Orli jumped slightly as if he was lost in his mind at the voice of his co-star, he looked at the 
man and nodded slightly saying, “I’ll drive.”

~~~

All through the drive both men were silent, with Orlando still mulling over his kissing 
technique and apparent inability to remove a wrapper with his tongue while Viggo noticed 
a slight air of annoyment coming off of the other man.

	At one point, while they were stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to 
change, Viggo looked over at the younger man and noticed him pop a square piece 
of…candy into his mouth.  He wasn’t sure though because it appeared that the wrapper was 
still on the treat  and he couldn’t resist; so he asked.

“Orlando, you are aware that the wrapper *is* still on that right?”  He smiled and his 
friend.  In response the youth just blushed prettily and said slightly “It’s just something ‘Lij 
showed me; I have to get the wrapper off with my tongue and nothing else.”  He shrugged 
noncommittally and Viggo let the subject rest even though his interest was piqued.  He was 
extremely curious of this new development in the other’s personality.

When the jeep finally pulled up to the local dive that the Fellowship cast and crew 
occupied, the older man noticed that his friend was pulling out a slightly soppy piece of 
paper and scowling slightly, he chuckled and slightly shook his head as they both got out of 
the vehicle and entered the pub.

Once they were both seated, beers in hand, they began talking about their day and let the 
tension of the day unwind in each other’s company; something they each preferred to any 
of the other Fellowship members.  Coming from the couple’s corner amiable laughter and 
comfortable silences could be heard and anyone who bothered to pay attention, to look 
deeper could tell from just the simple sounds that they were sounds of love.

Finally after a few beers and several hours of just chatting; Viggo’s curiosity got the better 
of him and finally asked his partner the question that had been nagging at him since the 
drive over.  “Orli, why do you feel a need to remove wrappers with your tongue?  This isn’t 
the first time that ‘Lij has suggested something and you’ve never paid him much mind 
before.”  The other man blushed furiously at the question/comment and shrugged.  “I 
don’t know Vig, this just made sense to me I guess.  It was an interesting thought and 
fucking annoying.”  He took a gulp of his second beer, shrugging once again.

“That’s great, but it doesn’t answer my question, well at least not all of it.”  The older 
man pointed out as he leaned back in their booth, extending his arms out and resting them 
on the ledge behind him.  As he relaxed he watched as the young man sitting next to him; 
Orlando’s blush deepened and his gaze was steadfastly attached to his pants and a string 
he was picking at, when he finally spoke his voice was low so that Viggo had to lean in 
slightly to make sure he heard correctly.

“Like I said, Elijah showed it to me.  He came to me earlier today and showed me that he 
could remove a Starburst wrapper with his tongue.  I just told him that he had too much 
time on his hands to even think of doing that but he told me that it was a test, that if I 
could remove the wrapper with my tongue, without using my teeth then it meant I was a 
good kisser.  Apparently I suck at kissing because I’ve been at it all bloody day and I 
either forget that I have the wrapper still on and bite down or it just gets too soggy and 
falls apart.”  The young man sighed miserably and his shoulders slumped visibly.  
“Problem is, I’ve always thought I was a pretty decent kisser, I’ve been told a few 
times…” he blushed again and rushed to clarify “er…I don’t mean that I just go around 
kissing everyone”.  The young man trailed off as the older studied him quizzically.

Viggo smirked, "so you're taking Elijah's word on kissing, are you?  On the one person of 
the fellowship who's probably the least knowledgeable in those areas as any other."

Orlando shrugged, "well no; I'm not.  But it makes sense.  To be a good kisser you've got 
to be able to use your tongue and unwrapping these is good practice;" he looked up at 
Viggo for a moment before taking a gulp of his beer, "maybe I've just been out of the 
loop is all."

At the unintended confession the older man smirked and slid closer to the younger; "You 
can't be saying that you've not kissed anyone here" he said, sarcasm and unbelief 
obviously shading his voice.  

That comment coming from the man sitting next to him, their closeness in the booth and 
the fact that he'd had a crush on his partner for the better half of the six months they'd 
already spent together had the brunette's cheeks coloring deeply and his eyes looking 
anywhere but at the other man.  When Orlando finally spoke it was barely above a 
whisper; "I don't just go around kissing everyone; once my eye, or heart for that matter, 
are caught…" he trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders "I just haven't mate, that's all.

Viggo didn't miss the deep red splashing his friend's face, nor did he miss the comment 
about the other's heart being caught and for some reason it made his heart burn and his 
chest tighten at the possibility of a lost opportunity.  But like all the sensations he 
experienced in this being's presence, he ignored it; buried it in the part of himself where 
eternity met his dreams and at night he could believe.

"So, then I guess you'd better tell me the requirements of being a good kisser at this 
game."  He said and inched slightly closer to the other man.

With the more comfortable change in topic; at least for the moment, the younger man 
perked up slightly.  "Well as I said before you've got to remove a starburst wrapper with 
just your tongue and nothing else.  My problem is that I can never get it started without 
using my teeth, or keeping it my mouth.  But it makes a lot of sense when you think 
about it because if you're kissing someone and you bite down on their tongue, then that's 
not very good."  He sighed and slumped his shoulders; "I know I shouldn't let it get to me 
this much but I just can't help it.  I mean what if I am a bad kisser?  What if I slobber, or I 
use my teeth too much?  It's not that I really care about technique, but I really like to give 
others pleasure, I really enjoy kissing because it's such a simple touch but can convey a 
thousand different things and if I'm bad at it…" Orlando's voice was shaking and he 
realized he'd been babbling so he went silent.

Viggo noticed the distress in his partner's body and moved to comfort him, he placed his 
hand on the shoulder closest to him and his other hand under the drooped chin.  Applying 
gentle pressure with his hand on the brunette's chin he lifted the precious face and soul 
revealing eyes to his own.  "Orli, hun, it's ok.  I didn't mean to get you so worked up like 
this; I know how important it is to you to be able to touch; that interaction keeps you 
grounded.  I understand love, but you can't believe that just because you can't unwrap a 
starburst without using your teeth that it makes you a bad kisser, even if you haven't 
kissed in a while."  Then leaning up close to the other's ear he rasped; "besides, I like a 
bit of teeth; not painful mind you, but it adds to the sensation."  After his comment he 
looked the young man in the eyes; mocha eyes so wide and with a look of fear and desire 
burning deep within their depths.

Without much conscious thought on either of their parts their playful banter had stumbled 
on a much more serious topic; one each had wanted to breach for some time, and both 
men leaned into the other, slowly closing the distance that seemed too wide all of a 
sudden.

As they got closer Viggo's eyes flicked to Orlando's lips several times before returning 
the young man's gaze and he involuntarily licked his own.   

When the man across from him, moistened his lips, Orlando couldn't help but nervously 
nibble on his bottom one and his brow furrowed slightly; he was so close, he needed this 
so much, they both did.  They were so close now that they could feel the other's gentle, 
yet erratic breath on their faces and Viggo's hand had moved to the back of Orlando's 
neck; the other was caressing his cheek.

The waitress walking up to their booth snapped each out of the trance they had been in 
and they abruptly pulled back; each sitting stiffly on either side of the table once again.

"Is there anything else I can get you?"  She asked in that annoyingly sweet voice.

Viggo smiled and just shook his head, his third and Orlando's second were fairly full and 
he really didn't think that either could really stomach any more alcohol.  "No, but thank 
you."  The waitress just nodded, placed their tab on the table and moved to another booth

After she had left a nervous silence filled the atmosphere.  Orlando kept his face down, 
staring intently at the beer mat and Viggo was trying to `cess out what the younger man 
was thinking.  The strange thing was that both were wondering if they'd gone too far and 
desperately wishing they hadn't.

In need of something to do Orlando again popped another piece of candy into his mouth, 
leaving the wrapper on, but this time he didn't do it consciously he had simply put it into 
his mouth, chewing on it was just something to keep him occupied.  Viggo, who noticed 
the action smiled and slid in the booth to sit next to the brunette.  He draped his arm 
around the youth and whispered in his ear; "Orli, you don't need a wrapper to tell you 
how good a kisser you are…" he waited till the man was looking him in the eyes and 
stroked his cheek; when they were finally facing each other and Orlando was looking into 
his eyes with an intensity that made the older man feel he were reading his soul, the 
blonde leaned in and whispered, "I can tell you that."  He lightly swiped his tongue along 
the tip of the younger man's ear and heard the deep intake of breath.

The last thing that Orlando registered, his eyes wide, was Viggo's lips as they finally met 
his own and it was all he could do but to close out the rest of the world and surrender to 
the consuming sensations.

They just sat there for what seemed like forever, just kissing, just a simple act of skin 
touching skin, Viggo's hand massaging the back of Orlando's neck and Orli's were busy 
tangling in the blonde locks of the other man.

The kiss was explosive as was but then the older man traced his tongue along the seam of 
Orlando's lips and he sighed, allowing the muscle inside.  With this first intimate contact 
each man's nerves sang as if struck by a bolt of ecstatic lightening.

As they continued to kiss, tongues entwined in an immortal embrace each man was 
striving to get closer to the other, the passion and strength of the kiss waxing and waning.

It was Viggo who had begun the kiss and it was now Viggo who tore his mouth from 
Orli's.  "Well I don't care how many wrappers you've attempted to remove with your 
tongue and been unsuccessful; you're a fantastic kisser, I just want to kiss you all the 
time, can't, keep, myself, away, from, you."  As he spoke the last words he punctuated 
each with a simple kiss.

When they finally separated themselves Orlando placed his head on the table and Viggo 
sat back hoping that he hadn't gone too far, both of them were breathing heavily.

"Do you know how much I've wanted you to do that?"  Orlando breathed into the table; 
his eyes clenched shut against the torrent of emotions colliding within himself. 

"Orli, baby, look at me please; I need to know you're ok, I need to know that you want, 
need, this as much as I do."

The young man took a deep breath, trying to ground himself, feeling a need to absorb the 
strength of the table and the comfort of the cool wood against his forehead before he 
leaned back and looked into the ocean blue orbs of the man he had secretly loved for so 
long.

In his request Viggo knew that he would be able to read whatever the young man was 
feeling if he could only look into those eyes; real windows to the soul.  Though he was 
hoping to see desire and passion in them, instead of hatred or confusion, he noticed an 
even deeper emotion coursing through the orbs and it made his heart sing.  He was tired 
of the want, the longing, the need, and the not knowing.  He knew that he could never just 
be friends with this man if he was always wondering.  Now, he knew.

Orlando, who also needed the reassurance that this wasn't some drunken encounter, was 
swallowed whole by the vulnerability, hope and a more eternal yet shrouded emotion that 
lay further within.  Suddenly he found that those strong arms surrounded him and he was 
resting against a firmly muscled, warm chest and he knew that he did not need a table of 
wood to ground him.  This man could provide all the solidity he needed and the feelings 
he received did not even compare.

Having this man in his arms Viggo knew this one, this one he would not let go, not ever 
again if he had anything to say about it.  Yet he also knew that he had to get closer to this 
incredible being; now he had tasted of the ambrosia of the gods he could not get enough, 
to touch the pure skin, so long ached for, he needed it more then his next breath.

The brunette, feeling the same way lifted himself from the chest and pressed his mouth 
against the other man's, now being the aggressive one and sweeping his tongue inside the 
willing cavern to explore and give pleasure in this meaningful gesture.

Once again the kiss seemed endless, drawing each down to a depth from which there was 
no return, both men drowning in the immortal sea of unadmitted love they shared.  

As it continued on each knew they had to get closer, the passion rising, the need 
consuming.  It was Orlando that solved the problem momentarily and he climbed up to 
straddle the elder's thighs, grinding down on the hardness he found next to his own.  At 
the added sensation both of them groaned and ground harder against each other.  The 
only thought running through their minds right now was mutual; 

I need…

When they were able to break apart a few moments later both of them knew that they 
needed to get closer and that they could not do that here.  So still panting heavily Viggo 
rested his forehead against Orli's saying; "Let's get out of here, I need to worship your 
body and I cannot do that here."  He then laid a chaste kiss on both the brow and lips of 
the younger man and helped him to exit the booth as he followed.

~~~~~~~~~~

Feeling completely competent and only drunk on Viggo's kisses; Orlando was positive he 
could drive, though he made no promises to obey any speed limit as they made their way 
to the red jeep; arms around the other's waist, not feeling able to be apart from the other 
for very long.

When they came up to the side of the jeep the older man pressed his lover against the 
frame and reached into his front pocket, grinding against and slightly fondling the hard 
bulge before he pulled the nearly empty Starburst packet from the pocket.  As he tossed it 
behind him he sensuously kissed the trapped man.  "You won't be needing those anymore, 
just practice with me."  Was all the explanation that he gave before he walked `round the 
jeep and got in.  It took Orlando a few minutes to gather himself before he could climb in 
and start the engine.  He was peeling out of the gravel parking lot quickly and as he drove 
back both passengers held hands, Viggo's thumb caressing the back of Orli's hand while 
both of them rested in the young man's lap.

~~~~~~~~~~

The drive was uneventful, save for the fact that they reached the older man's house in less 
then half the time it would have taken had proper speed precautions been taken.

Once all was secured with the jeep and the house both men found that they had ended up 
on the great master bed in Viggo's bedroom, wearing nothing and achingly hard.

They were laying side by side and kissing with an urgent fervor, hands running up and 
down smooth, hard sides; their legs were weaved in and out together, granting much 
needed pressure against their groins and they slowly undulated together.

"Let me worship you, Orli, let me inside you."  Viggo rasped as he broke apart from the 
sweet, full lips and began nibbling on the other's ear.

With the husked words Orlando gasped, arousal pumping through his body.  "Please, I 
need to feel you" he shook as he spoke, needing so much but not knowing how to voice it.

At the entreaty and approval heard from his lover, Viggo trembled and he rolled them so 
that the younger man was laying under his body with him nestled between the marmoreal 
thighs which brought their groins into perfect alignment and they both groaned at the 
exquisite sensation.

They kissed like that for a bit, Orlando running his hands up and down the muscled back 
above him and coming back up to thread through the silky hair.  It was then that Viggo 
moved, slowly covering all the skin exposed to him with kisses, licks, and slight nips.  The 
elder's hands were still sliding along the young man's sides as he continued on his 
downward trek.  When he finally reached the dusky nipples they were already hard and 
erect, but still he swirled his tongue in a spiral up the tip and then sucked each in turn into 
his mouth and blowing cool breaths across the sensitized flesh.  After having his taste of 
the sweet nectar of the flesh he moved downward, still worshiping all he came across.  At 
last the blonde reached the quivering naval and he dipped his tongue into the indent of 
this perfect creature.  Though he was fascinated with this section of flesh but the sun that 
adorned the vacant space just next to the naval distracted him.  The older man smiled as 
he reverently kissed and traced the embedded ink.  "We're perfect together" he said and for 
the moment he sat up on his knees so the younger man could see the simple moon that 
was tattooed just below the groin muscle on his right thigh.  Even though the brunette was 
on the edge of rapture he was able enough to see the crescent moon standing brightly 
against the tan and muscled thigh, the sight caused him to smile at himself, at fate.  With 
that happy smile burned in his memory Viggo swept down and without warning swallowed 
the young man sucking just on the head first.  Orlando was reduced instantly to a 
moaning, trembling, man, who was possessed with a passion so great that it set aflame his 
entire system.

When Viggo brought his tongue against the slit to taste the pure essence of this man while 
at the same time tracing his finger along the sensitive underside it caused Orlando to 
momentarily bite his lower lip and when the pleasure became so great he moaned a deep, 
primordial sound that made Vig so much harder and he knew he had to hear it again.  So 
he took the rest of the man he loved into his mouth, swallowing around the length and 
trailing his other hand below and past the heavy sac to press on the small stretch of skin 
that was so pleasurable.  Again the young man bit his lip before he bucked and released his 
held moan.  Finally the older man looked up, noticing the way white knuckles grabbed the 
wrinkled sheets, the light sheen of sweat adorning the perfect creature, eyes clasped shut, 
jaw clamped tightly and a tense body that he did not think it was entirely from arousal.  
Viggo slowly stopped his ministrations and crawled up the young man's torso so that he 
could lie beside the trembling man.  As he waited for him to calm down he lovingly 
stroked the sweat damp curls.

"Orli, speak to me.  I don't want you to hold it in, let it out baby."  He nuzzled and kissed 
the smooth neck, "you have done this before haven't you?"  Orli, his eyes still tightly shut 
nodded his head.  "Then what's wrong love?  Do you not want this?  Am I hurting you?"  
Viggo's voice shook with emotion; he had wanted this so badly for too long and the 
thought of hurting this precious young man was too much.

It took a while for the young man to speak but when he finally did his eyes were still closed 
but the rest of his body was relaxed.  "It's not that at all Vig, not at all.  It's just…I don't 
know how to say it…pleasure is such a double edged blade…I love to give it and to receive 
it, don't get me wrong; but…" he furrowed his brow as he attempted to find the right words 
and Viggo lay silent and waited for him to finish; "Vig, if I give into it…then I'm gone.  I 
can't come back from it…I can't just walk away tomorrow morning; even now I don't think 
I can walk away from this.  If I let go, really then that's it so if you don't intend to continue 
this then just let me be and take your pleasure."  At the end of his speech he looked at the 
man he loved in the eye, his own were full of fear and pleading.

"Oh baby, you can trust me; this isn't just a one night thing.  I'm too far gone to have this 
just be a couple of friends tumbling into bed."  Viggo kissed the man softly and then 
continued "Oh god, Orli.  I love you so much.  I think I've loved you since the first time 
you hugged me.  Your fire is consuming, your passion and laughter are contagious."  Along 
with the confession of love and trust Orlando could feel all the tension leave his body and 
relief flood through him and then he became painfully aware of his arousal, his need 
getting greater.

He nodded his head and pulling Viggo on top of himself again he whimpered and said; "I 
love you to.  You already have all of me; you've had me for the longest time all you had to 
do was lay claim.  Take me Vig, love me…Please!"

Viggo smiled and once again descended the sculpted torso and took the hard length back 
into his mouth.  At the intense pleasure that shot through his body Orlando basically 
screamed.  When the man above him again pressed his finger on that pleasure point, the 
young man had no reserves and moaned loudly.

From the beginning he was close but now his release was imminent and there was nothing 
he could or wanted to do to stall it a moment longer.  He tugged on Viggo's hair and gave a 
breathy warning that he was going to come.  At the warning the older man released the 
throbbing organ and said; "Let it go baby, let me see you," then he bent down and sucked 
hard, hollowing his cheeks, pressing firmly against the patch of skin just behind the 
tightening sacs.  Then it happened, Orlando bucked, screamed and let out a guttural groan 
before his release pulsed down Viggo's throat.  Through all of it, the blonde watched the 
brunette and knew that he had to be inside him soon or die.

As the young man lay panting the older slid up his body and kissed the firm torso.  When 
he reached the mouth the youth grasped his head and pulled him into a deep, passionate 
kiss.

"One sec" Viggo rasped and reached over into the nightstand to pull out a tube of lube and 
turned back to face the desire darkened eyes; "are you sure you want this because I don't 
need this from you, if you need to wait…" he was silenced when Orli placed his finger on 
his lips to quiet him and whispered against his lips a "I'm sure, just do it."  The older man 
was left with little doubt.

They kissed again and Viggo popped the cap of the lube squeezing a fair amount of it onto 
his fingers and as he plunged his tongue into the willing mouth he pushed his finger into 
the most intimate entrance of his love's body.  The groan of completion each issued was 
swallowed by the other man and echoed through their bodies.  The older man couldn't 
believe how tight he was, but then he remembered that his new lover was not as casual as 
most of the crew would have you believe.  As he continued to pleasure and open the man 
beneath him, little whimpers were released and the brunette tossed his head back and forth 
on the pillow.  After a while the older man felt that the opening was loose enough to 
comfortably accept his length, he also felt that he needed to burry himself deep inside this 
incredible youth, he needed to connect fully with his love it had been too long.  So he 
lubed himself up and as he lay between Orlando's thighs, he pulled back from the kiss and 
gazed intently into the other's eyes as he pushed himself inside, past the guardian muscle.  
Looking for pain and finding none, he slipped all the way in and each of them groaned 
when he touched bottom.  Their breathing was heavy and Orli was hard and aching once 
again by the time Viggo had gathered enough self-restraint to be able to move without 
coming.    When they finally picked up that eternal rhythm, and Orlando fully let himself 
go he could feel his awareness spreading.  This energy, like an uncoiling snake slowly 
slithered up his spine, spread through his groin and climbed up his body, sending coursing 
pleasure to every nerve ending in his body and yet it kept climbing higher.  This energy 
kept growing in intensity, it was pouring from Viggo into him and from him into Viggo.  
He breathed deeply and gave himself completely to the pleasure.  Orlando wasn't the only 
one that felt that immortal pleasure, that complete connectedness that came from soul 
mates and surrender of the total and complete self.  As they rode this wave of undulating 
energy, their mutual pleasure built to sky rocket levels and then it exploded in a harmony 
and synchronicity which could have astounded had they not been completely consumed by 
this electricity that came from deep within.  It finally burst in the most violent and extreme 
orgasm each had ever experienced.  Fire cracked through their bodies and the orgasm 
spread out through their entire bodies.  It felt that their souls had been shattered and 
melded together from a double into a single.  Then it was over, they had collapsed.  Viggo 
was still inside is lover, both of them were sticky and sweaty but were still on too much of a 
high to do much about it.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was some time later when Orlando woke up, at some point they had been somehow 
climbed under the blanket and were curled up together, the blonde's arms were encircling 
him and he was pressed against the warm chest.  He looked out the window and realized 
that it was a few hours to dawn with the day off.  He sighed a happy sigh and turned back 
to his lover smiling.  Orlando tucked a stray strand of hair behind an ear and then, with a 
feather light touch, brought his fingers down Viggo's cheek.  At the simple touch he felt 
such pure elation and happiness.  This all felt so right he couldn't explain it, and he didn't 
want to.  Though he could still feel the serpent like energy pulsing up and down his spine.  
He lay there for a bit, just watching his lover, then Viggo slowly blinked his eyes open and 
smiled broadly at the man in his arms.  "Morning love" he said with a wide yawn and 
stroked Orli's cheek with the back of his palm.  The young man smiled and shifted closer.

Viggo was entranced by the softness of the skin, and he traced the full lips with his thumb.  
"I'm so glad we were real friends before we ever fell into bed together, fell into love."  He 
smiled and kissed Orli's lips, a soft, sweet, loving kiss and both of them felt the tendrils of 
their orgasm a light a bit, they knew it would be like this always.

"Me too love, me too;" the young man smiled and they shared one more kiss before they 
snuggled back into that realm of sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Later that afternoon, while Viggo was at the store, Orlando picked up his jeans and a 
starburst candy fell out.  He looked at it quizzically before he shrugged and put it in his 
mouth.

When the ranger arrived home five minutes later his elf was grinning gleefully and when 
asked what happened his only response was that he was a good kisser.  He laughed and 
went into the kitchen to begin dinner.  After he started the oven and turned to the counter 
and couldn't help but smirking and then slowly laughing so hard it begun to hurt.

Sitting there on the counter was a starburst wrapper, still damp but completely in tack and 
he smiled.  God did he love this boy!

THE END