Title: Healing Author: Juniper Author's Email: jenjuniper77@yahoo.com Pairings: Viggo / Orlando Rating: NC-17 Summary: Orlando gets sick – Viggo has the healing touch… Disclaimer: All in my head people….all in my head. Orlando sighed as he unlocked the front door of his trailer. He was dead tired and wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a warm bed. Filming had been awful today. First the camera messed up, ruining what takes they had shot that morning of the Council of Elrond scene. After the cameras had been switched, Sean kept missing the cue for his entrance to the scene. If that wasn’t enough, his head hurt and his whole body ached. He was getting sick. He knew it… As he toed his shoes off, he noticed that he could feel a slight chill coming on already. Just wishing for some peace and rest, he decided to call Elijah and skip the bar hopping tonight. As he punched in the familiar number, Orli unbuttoned his shirt, preparing for his shower. After the fourth ring, Elijah’s answering service picked up. ‘Hey Lij. Sorry, but I’m not going to be able to come tonight. I don’t feel so well and I think I’m just going to rest for a while before our final council scenes tomorrow.’ Orli spoke tiredly into the phone. ‘Tell everyone else I’ll see them tomorrow. Bye.’ Orli hung up the phone, stripped off his pants and padded into the bathroom where he turned the shower on as hot as he could take before moving to stand under the spray. *-*-* Elijah, Dom, Billy, Beanie, Ian and Viggo sat at a booth in the bar as they waited for Orli to show up. ‘When’s Orli supposed to show up?’ Billy asked. Lij glanced at his watch and replied, ‘He should’ve already been here. He would’ve called if he wasn’t going to show.’ Viggo sat on the outside of the opposite bench of the booth. He was hoping Orlando would show up. Things were always happening around the younger man. Viggo couldn’t help but be impressed and a little bit envious of his energy. He had been watching the other man for a few months now. The unrelenting filming schedule of the day had only been made bearable because Orli was in the scene also, Legolas taking up nicely for Aragorn --- over and over and over as the day wore on. ‘Damn!’ Viggo glanced at Elijah as he heard the young man curse. ‘My cell phone was off. I’d better check my messages.’ As Elijah dialed the number, Viggo looked at Beanie, who raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Sean was the only member of the cast who had any idea of how Viggo felt about Orlando. That was only because he had seen a beautiful sketch that Viggo had done of Orlando a few weeks ago. When Sean had asked him what it meant, he couldn’t explain, saying he had no idea how he felt about Orli. ‘Oh – that explains it – Orli’s crashing tonight. Says he’s sick or something. Said he’d see everyone tomorrow.’ Lij said as he hung up his phone. ‘Shouldn’t one of us check on the young man?’ Ian asked in his dignified, concerned manner. ‘We just got here. I haven’t even got a buzz yet.’ Elijah whined. ‘Besides, he sounded fine on the phone, just tired.’ Viggo took the opportunity and stood up. ‘I’ll check on him on my way home. My trailer’s closest to his and I need to finish a sketch I’m working on anyway.’ He tried to ignore Sean’s smirk as he left the table. ‘I’ll see you all tomorrow.’ The words were thrown over his shoulder as he let the door to the bar close behind him. *-*-* Orlando stood under the water until the spray started to turn cold. He got out and lightly toweled off before pulling on a pair of flannel pants and heading toward the kitchen to get some aspirin. He shivered as he walked through his living room toward the end of his trailer. He took two aspirin and drank a glass of water as he walked back through his living area. As he passed the door, someone knocked. Orli jumped as he was startled. He looked out his window and saw Viggo standing on his steps. Puzzled as to why the older man would be coming by, he opened the front door, towel in one hand and drink in the other. Viggo just stood on the steps looking at Orlando as the door opened all the way. The young man stood there wearing only a pair of flannel sleep pants and had dark, wet curls framing his face. His face was flushed, but he’d obviously just gotten out of the shower. ‘Heard you weren’t feeling well Orlando.’ Orlando managed a small smile before inviting Viggo in. This was the first time Viggo had been to his trailer. He couldn’t believe that Viggo, a smart, sexy, talented man would stop by just to check on him, a virtual nobody. ‘I’ve had a chill since coming in this evening’ Orli stated in his soft British accent. As if to emphasize his point, his body chose that exact moment to shiver violently as he shut the door behind Viggo. Noticing the shiver, Viggo placed the back of his hand against Orlando’s forehead. ‘You’re burning up Orli. Have you taken anything yet?’ Orlando closed his eyes and allowed his mind to focus on the feel of Viggo’s cool hand against his head. ‘Just a couple of aspirin right before you came.’ ‘Good, that’s the best thing you could have taken. Let me help you get to bed.’ Viggo placed his hands on Orli’s shoulders and tried to ignore the feeling of the silky skin under his hands as he turned the younger man toward where he assumed the bedroom of the trailer was since it was practically a mirror image of his own trailer. Orlando let himself be turned and shepherded to his bedroom. He luxuriated in the feel of the rough hands against his shoulders as Viggo led him to the edge of the bed, only stopping to pull the covers down before lowering him to the bed and tucking him in. ‘Sleep well Orlando. If you don’t feel better in the morning, call Peter and tell him you’re sick.’ Viggo started to straighten up and leave, but another strong shudder wracked Orlando’s body and he grabbed Viggo’s hand. ‘Stay…please.’ Viggo sighed and sat on the edge of the bed as the younger man closed his eyes and burrowed deeper under the covers to find any warmth he could. *-*-* Orlando lay shuddering as his fever made him freeze. He instinctively moved closer to the other person in his bed. As he shivered, he felt the covers raise, fanning him with cold air. A protest was about to leave his mouth before he realized that a warm body was moving into the bed with him. He felt a bare chest press against his back and a pair of strong arms wrap around him after the cover was settled. Viggo’s husky voice murmured nonsense into his ear as he was soothed back to sleep. Viggo was in paradise and purgatory at the same time. He held the object of his desires in his arms, but at the same time, there was nothing he could do about his growing arousal at being pressed against the hot body he held. He merely hoped that Orlando would stay asleep and wouldn’t remember feeling the erection pressed against him when he woke up. *-*-* Orlando was having the best dream ever. For some reason, he was hot. Burning up and sweating because he was on the beach on one of the hottest days of the year. Viggo was with him, holding him. He had a huge crush on the older man and had dreamed about him often. But there was something different about this dream. He could actually feel Viggo’s breath on the back of his neck as he stretched into the sunlight. Enjoying the feel of the masculine body behind him, he arched his back and pressed his bottom back against Viggo’s body. The Viggo in his dream growled low in his chest and tightened his arms around Orli. Orlando leaned his head back against Viggo’s shoulder and lightly rubbed his temple against Viggo’s chin. He half turned on his back and pressed his open mouth to the underside of the older man’s chin. He swirled his tongue on the stubbly skin beneath his lips, tasting the salty tang of sweat as he began to suck on the pulse that quickened under his tongue. He raised his hand and placed it around the back of Viggo’s neck, using the leverage to pull Dream Viggo a little closer to him. One of the arms that had been wrapped so tightly around his waist loosened a little and he felt a hot palm splay against the small of his back as he continued to suck and kiss Viggo’s neck. The hand Orli used to pull Viggo to him slid down over the plane of Viggo’s chest, brushing softly against a flat nipple. In his dream, Orli gasped as Viggo’s hand slid lower to cup his hip and pull him close against the older man’s straining manhood. Orli could feel the hardness of Viggo’s desire as he continued to lower his hand, running his fingers through the trail of hair that led from Viggo’s chest down into the boxers he was wearing. As his hand reached the elastic band of Viggo’s boxers, a hand stopped his exploration and pulled his hand up to cover Viggo’s heart. The older man moved his body away from Orlando. Orli whimpered at the loss of contact, but Viggo simply whispered once more into his ear, lulling him back to other dreams in that barren dreamscape that didn’t include Viggo. *-*-* Viggo slowly let out the breath he had been holding since Orlando had begun to stir. Not fully awake and in a fever induced delirium, the younger man had started to rub against him and kiss his neck. Viggo was so hard he felt like he would blow up. He had just barely stopped Orli from discovering exactly how hard he was. Reaching up a hand to test Orlando’s forehead, he found that the young man’s fever had broke sometime in the last few minutes. Knowing that the worst was over, he slid quietly out of bed and grabbed his clothes, making a short stop in the bathroom on his way out of Orli’s trailer. As he stopped in the small room to get dressed, he noticed how the smell of Orli hung in the air. He was still too uncomfortably aroused to fasten his jeans, so he decided to take care of it himself. Leaning back against the sink, he slid a hand down the middle of his abdomen, gripping the base of his cock. His eyes fluttered closed as he began to slide his hand up the length of his hardness. As his thumb grazed the tip, a bead of pearly liquid appeared and he used it to smooth his strokes. With a few fast strokes, he threw his head back as he came into his hand. He cleaned himself up and flushed the toilet. He tucked himself back into his pants, washed his hands, and quietly left Orlando’s trailer in the middle of the night. *-*-* The brightness of the sun woke Orlando the next morning. He lay there luxuriating in the warmth of his bed. Suddenly, it hit him. ‘Shit…Peter’s going to kill me. I’m late!’ He jumped out of bed and ran full tilt to the shower. Rushing through, he dressed and arrived at the set over an hour late. ‘Orlando, I didn’t expect to see you at all today.’ Peter said as he passed Orli on his way to the makeup trailer. ‘Viggo said you weren’t feeling well. Said you had a fever and needed sleep today.’ ‘I’m feeling great this morning, I don’t know what made me feel so bad last night, but it must be gone. I only feel a little thickheaded this morning.’ Orlando told the director. ‘Good, good. Head to makeup and let them get you suited up. We’ve still got another half an hour before we start filming.’ With that, Peter was off like a shot toward the production office. *-*-* Orlando walked into the trailer he shared with Viggo and Beanie. The other two men had been dressed and made up and sent on to the breakfast tent before filming. As Orlando walked in, he caught the tail end of a conversation. ‘It was so funny. He was definitely embarrassed about it when I asked him how he got it. He tried to act like he had scratched himself, but it was definitely a hickey.’ ‘I know. I don’t think Beanie is ever going to let him live it down. Wonder who gave it to him?’ ‘You know Viggo, he’ll never tell who it was.’ ‘Yeah, you’re right.’ Orli became depressed as he listened to their conversation. He didn’t know what he was obsessing about any way, Viggo would never have anything to do with him in that way anyway. Oh well, if he’d found someone, good for him. He still wished it was him though. At least he’d get some good ribbing out of Viggo for this. *-*-* Orlando finished with wardrobe and makeup and headed to the breakfast tent in a hurry. He had to tease Viggo about what he had just found out. Once again he walked into an ongoing conversation about Viggo’s hickey. ‘I’m telling you, it’s huge.’ Beanie laughed as he made Viggo squirm. ‘Where is it? Where is it?’ The hobbits demanded as Viggo glared at them all. ‘It’s covered with makeup.’ Viggo growled as he answered them reluctantly. Orli walked up behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. ‘What’s this I hear about a hickey old man? Who’s the lucky lady?’ Viggo turned his head and stared at Orlando. Apparently the younger man had been asleep and didn’t realize that he had been the one to give the love bite. Either that or he was trying to have Viggo on about the whole thing. Beanie was grinning because he had a good idea of who really gave Viggo the hickey. Viggo decided to play along. ‘I’m not at liberty to say who he is…oops, I shouldn’t have said that.’ Viggo said. The hobbits hooted and hollered as they took in this new bit of information. Orlando merely stood there with a confused look on his face. ‘But Viggo, I thought you were straight.’ Leave it to Lij to be the person to make that comment. ‘Obviously not as straight as you might imagine Lij. I care for this man so I won’t give his identity so you all can make fun of him all of the time.’ Orli had slouched down into a chair as he tried to assimilate all of this new information. Viggo had a boyfriend? If he liked guys, why couldn’t he like me? ‘So, it’s someone we see regularly…hmm…must be someone on the set.’ Dom concluded. ‘Brilliant my dear Watson. You get a cookie for that astounding bit of deduction.’ Viggo stated dryly. Meanwhile, Sean was watching Orlando closely. He hadn’t said a word since greeting Viggo and sat in a chair behind Viggo with a confused, troubled look on his face. Deciding to take a chance at making a match, Sean spoke up, ‘Cat got your tongue Orli?’ The younger man stood up quickly, ‘I’ve got to go talk to Peter about being late. Good luck with your man Viggo.’ And with that he turned and fled the breakfast area, leaving a confused Viggo and Sean and a bunch of giggling hobbits behind. *-*-* Viggo and Sean walked to the set together. Both were still trying to figure out what had just happened in the breakfast tent. ‘Viggo, I know you don’t really want to tell me, but I need to know exactly what happened after you left the bar last night. I’m trying to piece all of this together and figure out what’s bothering Orli.’ Sean looked at Viggo patiently as the other man decided whether or not he would tell him the story. Reluctantly, he began to tell Sean what happened. ‘I arrived at his trailer just as he got out of the shower. He was shivering and burning up with a fever. I put him to bed and as I was leaving, he asked me to stay with him. I lay next to him on top of the covers for a long time, but he kept shivering. I thought that body heat would warm him up faster.’ ‘I’m sure you did Viggo. I didn’t know you had it in you.’ Sean grinned. ‘No, it wasn’t meant to be like that. I removed my shirt, shoes and pants and climbed under the covers with him. He was restless in his sleep, so I merely comforted him. He fell back to sleep before long and I was about to drift off when he started stretching again. He must have either been dreaming or delirious in his fever, but he started pressing himself against me. Before I knew what happened, he had turned over and started kissing my neck. I stopped him from touching me too much and lulled him back to sleep. I noticed that his fever broke, got up and left. That’s what happened.’ Viggo finished his story. ‘So, I was right about who gave you the hickey, but he really has no idea does he? Why did he look so confused this morning?’ Sean asked. ‘I have no idea. Maybe he did realize that he had done it and I scared him off by saying that I cared for the person who did it.’ Viggo murmured tiredly. ‘I’ll get to the bottom of this mystery yet.’ And with that, Beanie ran off toward the younger actor who stood at the edge of the set still looking confused. *-*-* He couldn’t believe Viggo had a boyfriend. Why did it have to be someone on the set? Sooner or later, he would have to see them together and the crack that had formed in his heart this morning would split wider and wider. ‘Orli, are you all right?’ He hadn’t even noticed Beanie walking up next to him. He really needed to start paying attention. ‘Yeah, yeah. I guess I’m still not completely recovered from my fever last night. Sorry I didn’t notice you.’ ‘It was actually refreshing to sneak up on the elf for once.’ Beanie teased him. Seeing the chance to get some information, Orlando asked, ‘So Viggo’s got a hickey, huh?’ Sean wanted to smile when he saw the younger man’s interest. He had been worried that Orli wouldn’t be interested in Viggo at all and the older man would only get hurt. ‘Yeah. You should see it. It’s huge. It’s right about here.’ He motioned to the area just below his chin line. ‘But, that’s not the best part. Apparently there’s a big mystery about who did it.’ Sean fed the younger man a line. ‘What do you mean a mystery? Doesn’t he know who did it?’ Orli asked curiously. ‘Of course he knows who did it. He’s not telling though. It’s actually quite interesting.’ Sean started to lean in toward Orli as if telling a secret, ‘When he left the bar last night, he had no hickey. When he came in this morning, he did.’ He leaned back suddenly as if that was all that he knew. ‘Where did he go after he left the bar?’ Orli asked, interested. ‘Well, here’s where it gets really interesting. He swears that you were the only person he saw between leaving the bar and coming in to the set this morning.’ He paused to let that tidbit of information soak in. He watched as the wheels turned in the younger man’s head. All of a sudden, Orli’s eyes widened and he sucked in a long breath. ‘Oh. Oh!’ And with that he turned and took off toward the medic tent. It was Beanie’s turn to look confused as he wondered why Orlando headed toward the medic tent. *-*-* Once again, Orlando found himself entering his trailer, sick and tired. A visit to the medic tent had confirmed a nasty stomach virus and he was sent home for the rest of the day. Not knowing what to do with the rest of the day, he stripped down and climbed back into bed. As he lay there trying to relax, he tried to piece together his fuzzy memories. He must have really had a fever to just barely be able to remember kissing Viggo. Of course, this whole time, he thought it had been a dream. Then, he remembered what Viggo had said about caring for the guy who had given him the hickey. On top of his stomach virus, butterflies began to flutter in his midsection. *-*-* About an hour later, Orlando heard a knock at his door. He slowly got up out of bed, pulled on some comfortable clothes, and made his way to the front of his trailer. He opened the door to find a smiling Viggo, holding a thermos and a small bag. ‘Hey Orli. Sean said you got sick again today. I thought I’d bring you lunch.’ ‘Vig—Viggo. Thanks. Come on in, if you’re not afraid you’ll get sick.’ Orli smiled nervously at him. ‘To tell the truth, I had a mild version of this virus last weekend. Peter’s shut down filming for the rest of the day today and for tomorrow also. Two of the hobbits got sick and Beanie isn’t feeling so well either. Apparently it’s a 48 hour thing.’ Viggo babbled as he walked into Orli’s living room. He sat down on the couch and sat the bag down on the table. He opened the bag, pulling out two bowls, two spoons, two bottles of water, and a pack of crackers. He poured each bowl full of chicken soup from the thermos and then looked up at Orli expectantly. Orli was standing near the door still, with a slight flush on his face. Viggo was immediately concerned that the younger man’s fever had returned. ‘Orli, are you okay?’ Orlando shook himself and walked over to sit near Viggo on the couch. They sat there in silence for a few moments, eating their lunch. ‘Thanks again for bringing me lunch Viggo. It seems like all you’ve had time for lately is taking care of me. I’m sorry I’ve been such a big trouble to you.’ He spoke quietly as he looked down at his hands. Viggo placed one hand over Orli’s, and used his other hand to softly lift Orli’s chin until the younger man raised his eyes to meet Viggo’s. ‘Orli, it’s no bother to me. I enjoy spending time with you.’ Orli decided to take the plunge while he had the courage. ‘Viggo, I’m sorry about what happened last night. I didn’t mean to do what I did.’ Viggo’s heart dropped at those words. ‘Oh. Well don’t worry about it. I just..’ ‘No Viggo – I wanted to do what I did, I just wanted to be aware of it and to be able to remember doing it and to know the next day that it was me who done it.’ He blurted out hurriedly. *-*-* Viggo sat there for an instant, digesting what Orlando had just admitted, before all thoughts of finishing lunch disappeared from his head. He looked at the younger man questioningly, and finding the answer he wanted in those liquid chocolate eyes, he pulled Orli to him. Their lips met furiously, hungrily as they slid over each other. Mouths opened, tongues teased, teeth clashed. They were drove apart as their bodies demanded air. Orlando climbed onto Viggo’s lap as he once again sought the older man’s mouth. Viggo leaned back into the couch, allowing Orlando to take control. He was willing to do whatever the younger man wanted, to go as far as Orli wanted the relationship to go. Whether this was for one night only, or turned into a lasting thing. Orlando’s hands roamed Viggo’s chest as he attacked the older man’s mouth. His tongue slid into Viggo’s mouth as he began to unbutton his shirt. As he finished unbuttoning the shirt, Viggo slipped Orlando’s t-shirt over his head. Orli lowered himself against Viggo and groaned as their bare skin met. Viggo ran his hands from Orli’s shoulders down to the waistline of his pajama pants. He gripped the cheeks of Orlando’s bottom and pulled him against him. Orli whimpered as he felt the solid bulge of Viggo’s cock against his own. He instinctively began to grind against Viggo, feeling his own cock swell impossibly harder. Viggo was startled when Orlando suddenly pulled away from him and stood up. ‘Are you all right baby?’ His answer was a smile and a slight tug on his hand as the younger man pulled him up off of the couch and toward the bedroom. He looked into the impossibly dark eyes before asking, ‘Are you sure Orli?’ Orlando had never been more sure of anything else in his entire life. It seemed as if he was made to be with this man. Viggo made him feel things he had never dreamed of feeling before. He answered Viggo by pulling him through the bedroom door and beginning to unbuckle Viggo’s belt. Before he could finish, his hands were covered by Viggo’s. Viggo moved Orli’s hands to his sides as he ran his hands down Orli’s sides. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the pajamas and pulled them slowly down Orlando’s long legs. Kneeling, he removed Orlando’s socks and pants. Looking up at Orlando, he placed a reverential kiss on the sun tattoo that stretched over Orli’s lower stomach. Orli’s cock twitched as the other man’s hot breath blew across the weeping head. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as Viggo placed another kiss there. Viggo suddenly stood up and moved Orlando to the bed. Stretching the younger man out on the bed, he straightened up and removed his own shoes, socks and pants. He lay down on the bed, stretching his body against Orli’s. ‘Viggo – this feels so good’ Orli moaned as Viggo’s warm body met his. ‘I’ve wanted this for too long now.’ Viggo murmured against Orli’s lips. The younger man opened his mouth under Viggo’s assault. As they continued to kiss, Orlando ran his hands down Viggo’s muscular sides. One of his hands slid around behind Viggo, cupping his behind. The other hand cupped the length of Viggo’s arousal. Moaning into Orlando’s mouth, Viggo rolled over onto the smaller man. They both groaned at the feel of their erections brushing together as Viggo settled between Orlando’s legs. As Orlando kissed his way down Viggo’s neck, he stopped to place a love bite at the hollow of the older man’s collarbone. ‘Let them wonder who did this to you.’ He panted as Viggo began to move against him. ‘Viggo – I…I need…need you inside…’ Orli gasped between Viggo’s strokes of his body. ‘I don’t want to hurt you Orli.’ Viggo was gasping also as the younger man leaned towards the nightstand. ‘I don’t have any lubricant Viggo. All I have is lotion.’ Orli was almost to the point of begging. ‘That’ll work fine baby.’ Viggo grabbed the bottle and squeezed some into his hand. Rubbing his hands together, he warmed the lotion before taking Orlando’s erection into his hand and moving the other hand to the cleft of the younger man’s behind. As he found the small puckered opening, he felt Orlando tense. ‘Sshh, It’ll be okay.’ He whispered as he began to stroke Orli’s cock. Before long, Orli was moaning and moving against his hand. He used the distraction to slowly push a finger into the tight passage. He heard a small whimper as Orli adjusted to the pain. After he felt Orlando relax, he pushed the finger in a little deeper and began to move it around. He soon found the small ridge inside that made Orlando gasp and move back on his hand. He slipped a second finger in and continued his assault on Orlando’s hidden spot. ‘More Orli?’ Viggo asked as he watched his young lover squirm against him. ‘Unnhuh. Please – Viggo, more.’ Orlando was almost incoherent. Viggo added a third finger and continued to stroke the young man as he stretched him. Orlando whimpered as Viggo removed his hand, but looked up at his lover with passion clouded eyes as Viggo picked up the bottle of lotion once more. ‘Let me – please Viggo.’ Viggo handed Orli the bottle. Orli squeezed some lotion onto his hand, and following Viggo’s lead, he rubbed his hands together to warm it. Reaching down, he smoothed the warmed lotion over Viggo’s throbbing cock. Reclining on his knees between Orlando’s legs, Viggo was afraid he’d come just from feeling the tentative touch on his aching flesh. As Orli finished covering Viggo with the lotion, he lay back on the pillows and watched the older man hungrily. Viggo worked hard at concentrating as he placed the head of his cock at the tight entrance to Orlando’s body. Moving slowly and carefully, he pushed the head of his erection through the clenched ring of muscle. Hearing Orli’s swift intake of breath, he looked at the younger man. ‘Please Viggo, just do it.’ A slight shadow of pain was on Orli’s beautiful face as he tried to relax his body. Viggo delicately lifted himself up onto his elbows and knees, and leaning forward to give Orlando a sweet kiss, gently pushed himself into Orli’s body. As his pelvis met Orli’s buttocks, Viggo pulled back a little and looked into Orlando’s eyes. ‘I love you Orlando. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.’ And saying that, he pushed forward again and began an age old rhythm. *-*-* Orlando was seeing stars as every stroke Viggo made hit his pleasure spot. Viggo’s body was giving him physical pleasure like he’d never had before, literally, but his words made Orlando’s heart soar. Orlando tried to keep his eyes open and watch as Viggo thrust in and out of his body, but the pleasure was too overwhelming. He felt himself begin to tighten and knew that he would come soon. Viggo must have felt the spasms also, because, almost pulling out, he made one last deep thrust and he was spurting warmly inside of Orlando’s body just as Orli’s release streamed hotly onto their stomachs. Holding Orli to him, Viggo rolled to the side. They lay entwined, bodies still joined as Orli caressed Viggo’s face and pushed his hair back. ‘I love you too Viggo Mortensen. You’re mine forever.’ Viggo smiled sleepily at him before quietly pulling away. He returned a few minutes later with a wet washcloth. He lovingly washed Orlando before crawling into bed behind him, pulling the younger man to him, and drifting off into a contented sleep. *-*-* Orlando stretched languidly as he woke slowly from sleep. Feeling slightly sore and very happy, he stretched again against the warm body that occupied his bed. ‘Good morning beautiful.’ Viggo sleepily whispered into his ear. ‘How did you sleep?’ ‘Wonderfully, thanks to you.’ Orlando breathed as he turned to face Viggo. Several minutes passed as the pair greeted each other warmly. Very warmly. *-*-* ‘Viggo, should we tell the others?’ ‘If you want to, I don’t mind them knowing?’ ‘How should we tell them?’ ‘I have an idea.’ *-*-* Several hours later, Viggo and Orlando turned up on Sean Bean’s front steps. Sean smirked as the two walked into his trailer hand in hand. ‘I see that you both finally figured it out.’ He smiled at the two. ‘Yeah, and everyone else will soon enough. We just need your help with how they find out. It will be a heck of a time fooling those blasted hobbits.’ Orli grinned madly. ‘Count me in.’ Sean smiled once again. *-*-* It was the weekend again, and after a few days off work due to sickness, the cast had spent one day filming. They were now all gathered at a dance club, drinking and dancing to relieve the stress of the week. Sean Bean, Sean Astin, Elijah, Dominic, Billy and Ian sat at the table as Orli was dancing on the crowded dance floor and Viggo got drinks. ‘Everyone, guess what I found out in makeup yesterday…Viggo’s got another hickey.’ Sean Bean stated. Everyone turned to look at him. ‘Any clue who did it?’ Dom asked. ‘No, but he did tell me that he marked the man who gave it to him. Apparently whoever it was is sporting a hickey to end all hickeys somewhere.’ Immediately the hobbits were on a quest. Billy and Dom started scanning the club, filled with several of the other cast and crew, looking for the tell-tale signs of a slight bruise. Elijah was almost ready to join them when Orli arrived back at the table from dancing. ‘Hey Orli. We’re searching for Viggo’s boyfriend. Viggo supposedly marked him with a major hickey. Want to help us?’ ‘Nah. Sounds like fun Lij, but I just want to dance.’ Orli replied as Viggo arrived back at the table with a tray full of beers. ‘Viggo – dance with me.’ Giving Viggo no room to reply, he grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the floor. Viggo shot an apologetic look over his shoulder as he disappeared through the crowd. Elijah turned back to the table as Billy and Dom came back. ‘No sign of any hickeys besides the one Viggo is sporting.’ Dom reported. ‘Poor Orli,’ Lij started, ‘Does he think he has a chance since Viggo is into guys?’ He started giggling, but stopped when he saw a shocked expression on Dom, Billy and Sean Astin’s faces. Fearing Orlando would be standing right behind him, he turned to see what was going on. He too was shocked as he spied Orlando and Viggo on the dance floor, pressed together and kissing heavily. Sighing loudly, he sat back down in his chair. As the song ended, Viggo and Orlando made their way back to the table. Orli bounced excitedly up to Elijah’s side. Viggo meandered slowly behind him and wrapped his arms around the younger man. As he did, Orli’s white shirt pulled up slightly, giving the entire table a view of his waistline. Slightly off to the point of Orli’s tattoo was a very prominent, very arduous love bite. Four very shocked hobbits and a slightly baffled wizard shared one illuminating moment of enlightenment. Orlando merely grinned at the look on their faces before turning his head to Viggo and saying, ‘Let’s go home, love.’ The End