Salvation Author: Ńalatáriellë the Fair Immortal Rating: NC-17 Parings: VM/OB Genre: RPS Status: Complete Summary: Orlando is sick of being the savior. He’s falling and there’s no one there to catch him, he’s breaking and there’s no one to put him back together; or is there? Warning: Smut, smut y smut, explicit slash scenes depicted within using two of my favorite male celebs. Yes, that’s it; I can hear the brain gears working, you’ve got it now don’t you…this is slash which means…right…knew you could do it, and you’re right it’s male on male sex. Now all of you with weak and virgin minds scamper off and leave me be, the rest of you enjoy! Disclaimer: Once word people: FICTION. I do not know these people, it’s all in my head; however I do know the plot bunnies in my head wouldn’t allow me to continue with my other fics. Till this one was finished; or at least started. Believe me when I say this one came to me in a dream… Beta: Not Yet. Email: brooklynbridge05@hotmail.com Feedback: Duh! FB is the life source of the author, without which I at least would cease. In simple words; YES PLEASE! Author’s Notes: Did this during Spanish class, might explain a few things *wink wink* I know I know! I know I should be working on other stories, but I just couldn’t refuse this one…I mean it came to me in a dream you don’t pass something like that up. Not to mention it wouldn’t leave me alone…still wont. Also a bit obsessed with Top Gun at the moment…so sue me. (Not really, I don’t have anything worth suing for.) Publish Date: (Comments in ‘__’ are Orli’s thoughts) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Orlando’s POV – In thought-3rd person but him He was the priest, listened to the confessions of others. He was the one who went to the bars and danced with all the blokes, he would dress up, wearing fabrics, textures, and colors that not only accentuated his most proud features; the olive skin, flat plane of his stomach, finely toned arm and legs, but also felt good wearing. He was wild, an untamed horse in control of his own spirit; messy brown mane cascading about his shoulders and framing his face. (a.n.-I don’t like the mohawk for this story; sorry) His dark chocolate eyes would scan the crowd, predatory and sensual was his refined gaze; when a victim was targeted, wither gay or straight; Orlando would have his way and feast. Thusly, the priest. Lately his chosen men were straight and by the end of the night he would have them in a bed. He didn’t understand why he had this streak of masochism, turning straight men gay for a night; at least, then again maybe it wasn’t that they were straight; maybe it was that they all had a certain physical feature that reminded Orlando of him. Him. Either by the eyes, stormy blue; the shoulder length silk blonde hair; well toned and finely sculpted muscles, firm skin, etched facial features, all combined with a slight degree of eccentricity. He would court, he would tame, and he would break. Men would come to him and ask him to show him the ‘light.’ Men were his toy, his eternal fountain of youth, from which he could have any he choose. He choose him, and he couldn’t have him. Perhaps he was so shallow to ease the pain. If he didn’t dig too deep it didn’t hurt as much and he could just focus on his prey for the night, and drown out the words that his shattered heart was yelling at him. He downed the 4th shot sitting in front of him. Target selected, within firing range and him being decently buzzed, the thud of his heart only a dull presence in his brain; it wasn’t enough, tonight he needed the real thing. Well he couldn’t have the real thing, so he’d take the closest to it and that just happened to be a gorgeous blonde sitting in a booth with what looked like some friends, maybe a girlfriend. He appeared to be in his early thirties, ice cold blue eyes; nicely chiseled features though a bit softer then the other’s, broad shoulders, well muscled. ‘This was going to have to do, nice challenge though; looks extremely straight,’ thought Orlando, then he smirked at the irony of it all. The opportune moment had arrived; his prey had detangled himself from the rather clingy redhead girl next to him and was headed towards the bar. ‘Perfect, a few moments alone…’ then the man was sitting next to him; ordering his preferred alcoholic beverage, he was looking a bit haggard. “Rough night, or rough crowd?” Orli said, giving his sexiest smile and flashing his ‘I’m-going-to-seduce-you-and-fuck-you-senseless’ gaze. ‘Cast the line, and wait for a bite…I won’t loose this one, not tonight.’ “Eh? Oh right, yeah; to both I guess. Few too many people for me.” The Viggo-alike said, giving the brunette a very sexy once over; clearly intrigued. ‘Excellent, now just real him in; not too fast now, give ‘em a little slack, don’t be too forward yet, can’t scare him off.’ Orlando licked his full lips and tossed his wild mane a bit. He gave the guy to his side another sultry look over and then, not wanting to be drunk, ordered bottled water. Viggo-alike just stared for a minute, finished his drink then headed off in the direction of the men’s room. ‘Time for the kill.’ He walked in just as the other was washing up at the sink. When Viggo-alike looked up, he was only mildly surprised and looked fairly flushed… ‘Could it be from arousal?’ Orli just leaned against the wall next to the door waiting for the other to finish. Once he was, the Viggo-alike found himself pressed flush against a bathroom stall wall and a very horny brunette staring into his eyes. The kiss the two shared was passionate and Orlando had to discredit it to his horniness and not the extreme closeness of this Viggo- alike…the closest he would have. He was only mildly surprised at how the other kissed; perhaps he wasn’t as straight as he seemed to be… ‘Fuck the slack, I need this now.’ “What do you say we leave this crowd behind? We could call a cab, go somewhere more…quiet.” His only reply was a nod, heavy breathing and a very sexy ‘I’m-going-to-fuck-you-till-next-week’ look. ‘Excellent; fish, line and anchor. This one is mine; at least he’s not straight.’ ‘Fantastic catch tonight Orli my love.’ Said a very Viggo like voice in his head; ‘Whoa, where the hell did that one come from? Fuck, I’m really loosing my mind; trying to fuck a guy who looks like the only guy I’ve ever wanted.’ The two men walked out of the bathroom, arms about waists the blonde’s hand groping the round globes of Orlando’s ass. The other man was too preoccupied, he had this feeling, like he was being watched and he glanced around the room. He knew that feeling, he only got it when he was watching him, and he seemed to be getting this feeling a lot more frequently over the past few weeks. ‘Damn, I’ve got to get over this man.’ Again he found amazing irony in this and laughed at himself; aware of the man he was linked too; ‘Right after I get a good fuck from this bloke, then I’m gonna get over him; this is all just killing me.’ A pair of stormy blue eyes watched the untamed brunette and the blonde representative of himself. It was getting worse; he was being plagued, the men were coming closer and closer to his looks then he thought possible. Fuck the idea that “no two peas are the same or there’s never the same snowflake.” This was getting ridiculous, he was being mocked. Ever made aware of the fact he couldn’t have the free spirited man, free love is not so free. He had taken up this personal espionage act within the past couple of weeks, watching the stream of men float through the younger man’s fingers; wrapped around them so tightly and then tossed aside. He would take the confessionals of these men, he would show them what he could do, the will of god. He would guide at their begging, take and give, then leave. Like god, never his presence known, unless through a memory a rarity in itself for his men were almost always fairly knackered. The ‘couple’ exited the bar and he couldn’t take it any longer. He would confront the beast tonight. He knew that he never stayed the night but it would be a long wait. He’d been waiting for the past 7 and ˝ months, a few hours wouldn’t kill. Actually they would, just knowing this man was with someone else killed, that was why he was going to do this, he was sick of having his heart picked at piece by piece; it was ending tonight. As soon as they were out of the smog of the club the other man had Orlando pressed against the brick wall and began a very rough kiss; passionless and very lust filled. He ground against his body, proving his want and need. The Viggo-alike then attacked the other’s throat, sucking harshly and painfully pressing the brunette into the wall. Orlando didn’t care; he needed this, didn’t he; rough, and hard. ‘Viggo wouldn’t be this way; there would be passion, tenderness, love, caresses. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking and why the fuck am I thinking it? Bloom you bloody fool, you can’t have him, so get over yourself already would you? There’s a perfectly fuckable morsel right here with you, and he’s willing go with it and get over him.’ Just to show that he wasn’t a coward, and wanted this; not to the other but more in defiance of his thoughts he reached into the pants of the blonde and now definitely not so Viggo-alike. When he reached his destination he began stroking the already hard shaft. ‘I can do this…see…but it’s wrong.’ Then the Viggo voice reared it’s head again; ‘You know it’s wrong, it breaks you every time you do this. The numbness leaves and in the morning your even more shattered, and there’s no one to put you back together again. It’s getting harder for you to smile and carry your bubbly façade when you’re really tearing yourself up.’ He’d made up his mind, this wasn’t going to happen, and he couldn’t do this with anyone but him. He wasn’t being true to himself and he wasn’t being fair to his body. He wanted, deserved more then this rough passionless love. He wasn’t going to take any more confessionals. No more the priest, he would not guide and take and break. He was too broken as it was. So Orlando pulled his hand out from the blonde’s pants, pushed the other away from him, pulled his keys out of his pocket, and said “Fuck this, I can’t do this, not right.” He shoved the persistent one away from him and walked over to his Harley, straddled the powerful machine; a perfect representation of his spirit. Though now he realized that it was tamed, through his own actions; addicted to this ‘rough love’ the priesthood had taken a greater toll on him then he knew. There was only one thing that could free him and he couldn’t have that, nor did he really deserve it. He shrugged on his leather jacket, placed the key in the ignition, started it, and revved up the engine; completely ignoring the blonde who was looking thoroughly pissed. Then he was off. The wind was whipping through his hair, the hazelnut tendrils dancing with the rushing wind, the cold sting of the air against his face, the lights he passed by; the smell of coming rain filtering through his senses, the feel of the bike working beneath him. Speed increasing, leaving everything behind, the adrenaline pumping; living for this moment, the ride, the rush, and the sheer freedom. He stopped in front of his dark house. Looked at it, the beach, the neighborhood, the house down the street; his. Orlando wouldn’t stay here now, couldn’t be here just yet, needed to let go just a little longer; so he turned his bike and sped down the block, out of the city, past the farm fields, through a small forest and emerged along some high cliffs peering out over the ocean. Once again the untamed spirit stopped, lured by the ocean’s call. Tranquility and passion; eternal in it’s core. He parked his bike and stood close to the edge looking at either the rocks below or the horizon. The sound of nature’s most powerful voice was calming; easing peace into the chaos of his being. He stood there, with his eyes closed against the sight, not to block it out but to amplify his other senses. Hours could have passed or maybe it was just minutes but he stood there, occasionally swaying; allowing the sound and feel of this place to just wash over himself. “God help me, I’m falling and there’s no one to catch me. I’m broken inside and there’s no one to put me back together.” Orlando whispered into the air, a silent tear then rolling down his face tracing the smooth skin and outlining his soft features; he then turned on his heel, got on his bike and drove back home. Pulling up to his house, he didn’t notice the figure standing in the shadows of the small veranda. He parked the bike, stood up, slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders and walked toward the house. Orlando was at his door, unlocking it when he heard a voice; at first he only thought it was his imagination, then he felt the hand on his shoulder. ‘I can’t deal with this right now, I can’t be strong and turn around; I can’t face him now, not now.’ “Orlando,” the voice spoke again, his voice. “Orlando, turn around.” He did. What he saw hurt him even more. “Viggo, just leave me be. I’m sorry, I know we’re friends and all. I really do love being your friend; I just can’t do that anymore. Vigg I’m broken, I’m not saying it’s your fault, it’s really mine, but being near you just hurts too much. Please just leave me be.” He turned around then and unlocked his door, pushed it open and walked inside. He had almost closed it when a hand had stopped it. “You’re not getting off that easily, this has been hard enough. I’ve been watching you for the past 7 and ˝ months screwing off every bloke. I’ve watched your courtship, especially over the past few weeks; I’ve seen the resemblance, why do you do this to me? Why do you play with me like this, are you trying to show me up that I can’t have the one thing I want most? Or are you just trying to puree my heart?” The actual Viggo said. His face was only outlined in the moonlight, making his beauty erethal and mysterious. The light falling on all the right features, leaving the rest of the face in shadow; in this darkness Orlando couldn’t see his eyes. “What are you talking about Vigg? I’m not stringing you on and who the fuck are you to think that you have a right to watch me and stick your nose in my business?” Orlando nearly spat out the last part of what he said, he was getting defensive, he was tired and didn’t want to deal with this shit right now. “Orlando; how can you say that you’ve not been ‘stringing me on?’ Every guy that you’ve been with has been looking like me more and more; and tonight, that was the last straw. You’re taunting me, mocking me; well I’m just here to tell you that I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take watching you walk out of bar after bar with guys that look like me. I can’t take the teasing, I can’t take the conquering stories the day after, can’t take knowing that every night you spend with guys who look as close to me as possible, but you’re not with me. I just can’t take it.” Viggo then turned away; turned his back on his love and began walking towards his house. “Vigg…wait;” the brunette choked out his emotions getting the better of him. “If you get to tell me your half, I get to say mine.” The blonde stopped, he didn’t turn around, wouldn’t be caught with these tears. “First off; I didn’t leave with the guy tonight…” “I saw you leave the bar, you two looked really cuddly, and you’re arriving late. Don’t lie to me…” There was bitterness in that phrase and Orlando had to shout out to make him shut up; “You assumed I left with him, think about it! I’m coming back with my bike, there’s no way I would have gone to his place with it. I went for a drive, I couldn’t do It, couldn’t go through with all of it. Vigg, I’ve been doing this because for the past little while it’s dulled the pain. It’s numbed the breaking of my heart. I know you’re straight, but…” He was now standing a foot or so behind the other man when Viggo decided to turn around. Orlando was having a hard time finishing his sentence; the look in those intense eyes froze him. ‘How can I go through with this? I’m supposed to be repairing myself, mending my heart. God, fuck it all! The first step to healing me is to be honest, let it all out then move on. Your heart will break, but you’ll still breathe and live…it all begins now.’ “Vigg I’m in love with you. I’m sorry if this doesn’t allow our friendship to continue, and I understand; but not being honest with myself is killing me. I’ve been turning straight guys that look like you for one reason…that’s as close to the real thing that I’ll get. I’m sorry again.” Twin tears traced a way down Orlando’s supple cheeks and he turned toward his open door. “I may be straight but that does not mean that I cannot realize love when it punches me in the face; repeatedly.” Viggo’s words were barely audible and made the other man abruptly stop. ‘Did he just say love?’ He turned then. Unable to believe what he’d just heard; tears were now flowing freely down his face. Viggo’s was the same, and he slowly stepped forward closing the distance between the two. When he was no more then an inch or two he ran a hand through the messy tangle of Orli’s brown hair, tucking a stray tendril behind a perfect ear; he then brought up his other hand setting both palms on the younger’s cheeks, cupping his face. With his thumbs he whipped away the tears, indulging his senses to the silken feel of the other man’s skin. Orlando closed his eyes and leaned into the soft and timid touch. This one moment seemed more intimate then any he had known in the past year. Unable to resist the sweet, full lips any longer Viggo bent down to taste the food of the gods. At first the kiss was timid, unsure of itself; both parties never experiencing anything like this. At the first contact bolts of electricity shot through their bodies, lips so soft; then Orlando sighed, his heart so high that even the universe was a small speck. Viggo took advantage of the sigh and slipped his tongue inside. The kiss was passionate, full of love, longing, caring, and tenderness. They kissed; they poured all of their emotions into that single connectedness. ‘This is right; this is what it’s supposed to feel like. I don’t feel like I’m falling so hard.’ The two kissed for all they were worth, kissed till they were panting, kissed till passions were high, kissed till they had nothing left to give and still kept on kissing, they kissed until they simply couldn’t kiss any longer. “Come inside with me Viggo.” Orli said as he pulled the first person he’d allowed in this house, other then himself. He left the blonde’s side for a few moments searching for the light; “and then god said there shall be light,” and light flooded the room. Both had to blink a bit before their eyes became adjusted. “Do you want some tea?” Said Orli as he walked down the hall to the kitchen. Viggo followed and leaned against the doorframe as he watched the younger man rummage through the cabinets. “No” “Water?” “No” “Beer?” “No” “Do you want anything?” “Yes” “Well? What do you want?” “You.” “Vigg, we don’t have to do anything. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to do something with you, but this has all happened kind of fast. Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you, never ever.” “Orlando you’ve bewitched me. I love you so much that it hurts to breathe when I’m not with you, it makes my heart stop when I get to be the receiver of one of your smiles, and it makes my skin tingle when you even just give me a hug. You’ve been a priest for so long, I know it might hurt. I want you to show me, be my teacher; lead me from my damnation; because only you are my salvation.” Orlando didn’t know what to say, he only felt fresh tears rolling down his face. He didn’t want to take this man, he wanted to make love to him, show him how he deserved to be loved, worshipped. When Viggo saw the tears the crossed the room to where the young brunette stood and again caressed the tears away; “why do you cry my angel?” “I cry Vigg because I’m happy, because I love you, because I will show you how much I love you, how much you deserve to be loved.” They only hugged tightly for a few minutes for fear if they did anything else that it would be over before they really got started. When they both had enough control over their bodies they made their way to the bedroom. As they were going clothes were thrown off, shirts pooled somewhere in the hallway on the trek to the bedroom. Pants were stripped and removed, shoes and socks already taken care of. Kisses were deep and they were pecks; affirmations of love and worship, and desperate pleas for more contact. Passion was here, love and passion, no roughness; just tenderness. Finally they entered the bedroom, both still in their boxers. They were kissing; Orlando was slowly walking Viggo toward the bed, and then carefully laying him down on it till he was situated where his head was laying on a soft down pillow. He sat back and looked at his soon to be lover, his dream. The body was so much better then he ever thought it could be and he began to thoroughly explore it. He bent down and licked along the nape of the elder’s neck, softly nipping occasionally and placing random kisses all along the way. One of his hands was gently touching the shell of the other’s ear creating pleasant goose bumps; the other was idly running through the silken blonde hair. Orlando bestowed the same attention to the other side of Viggo’s neck and ear, one hand never leaving the luxuriously soft nest of hair. After he had thoroughly tasted the neck he peppered the face with thousands of tiny kisses, ending up on the lips and deepening that one. He allowed his tongue a leisurely exploration of the new, yet so familiar wet cavern Feeling a need to taste as much of this man as he could; Orlando moved onto the other’s torso, he kissed and nipped a burning trail; avoiding the two furled nubs and when he finally found his way to the soft patch of hair trailing under the boxers he diverted; causing a moan of frustration from the writhing form under him and he silently chuckled. He dipped his tongue in and out of the belly button, swirling around it a bit; receiving more whimpers. When he could not abate his curiosity any longer to continue his trek down this delectable body he move once again to the trail of hair and he kissed the tip of it. Then he slipped his thumbs and forefingers into the elastic band and slowly slipped the boxers off of the straining erection; allowing the impressive length to spring free. But instead of giving in; for he was not done exploring, he continued to remove the last article of clothing. As he did so he kissed, liked, and nipped all of the exposed flesh of this man’s leg, stopping to swirl his tongue behind the knee, and when he finally had offending garment removed he gave the other leg the same attention. By the time he reached the pelvic bone again Viggo was a writhing, moaning, mass of gooey, pent up desire. When Orlando finally allowed him self a good look of the other man’s cock he was pleased to see the copious amount of pre-cum leaking out of the tip and he smiled inwardly glad that he could bring this man so much pleasure. He then looked up at the face and found that it was flushed with pure arousal, excitement and love. This urged him onward and his curiosity got the better of him. Lying between the man’s spread legs he flicked his tongue out and retrieved the fluid exiting the tip of the shaft. It was sweeter then any he had tasted with a definite hint of musky earthiness. He loved it; he wanted to drink from this fountain for the rest of his life. So he set to making his wish come true. Without warning he dove down and engulfed the entirety of the proud cock in his mouth. Viggo couldn’t help but scream out and deftly buck his hips as exquisite pleasure seared through his entire being. Orlando began a steady rhythm varying different amounts of pressure and suction, pumping his mouth up and down the entire length, one hand caressing the heavy sacs underneath. As Viggo neared the edge Orlando went faster, but then Viggo’s hands came down on his head, it was not to guide as they had been clamped on the sheets; but to gain attention; “Orlando…I’m…I…I’m going to…come…Love please stop…not this way…you…inside…” was all he could choke out as Orlando allowed the hard member to slip from between his lips and place a peck on the tip, inducing another elicit moan. These sounds were wonderful and it was only now that Orlando realized how hard he was, his shaft throbbed painfully and was dripping it’s own abundance of pre-come. He reached over to his nightstand and retrieved the small tube of lube. “Love are you sure about this?” “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life; I know society tells me this shouldn’t feel right, but it does; please.” Orlando, having a hard time restricting himself finally gave in and accepted that this was actually happening. He then opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, he placed one at the most intimate part of this man’s body and whispered; “I love you.” He then pushed his finger past the guardian muscle, and hearing a gasp looked up to see Viggo’s eyes wide with pleasure; he was very loose and it didn’t take him long to be able to add a second and third finger. He was twisting and scissoring his fingers; preparing him as best he could, when he finally curled his fingers just right and brushed Viggo’s prostrate. The man above him screamed out and began to earnestly fuck himself on Orlando’s fingers. The younger man decided that he had prepared him as much as possible and removed his fingers with a small whimper at the loss of contact, he removed his boxers, popped the tube of lube again but Viggo had sat up and took the tube from him. Understanding, Orli sat back and allowed the blonde to run his fingers along his hard shaft lubing him up sufficiently, and flicking his thumb across his head one final time. When Viggo had laid back down again Orlando had taken his legs and entwined them around his back; he then placed his cock at the well- prepared entrance of his lover. “Look at me and relax,” he said as he locked eyes with Viggo and pushed himself inside, there was little resistance and he slid into the silky tight heat that was his love. Both hissed and moaned at the final joining of something they had craved for, for so long. They needed little time to adjust especially since the passion had been boiling up. Orlando began to move, very slowly; almost pulling out before plunging back in; he had positioned himself so that he hit Viggo’s prostate with every push and withdrawal. They were both panting heavily now the only sounds they were able of making were moans and growls. Viggo had only one need now and that was to feel Orlando’s body on top of his, so he pulled the younger man on top of his body, changing the angle and making the assault on his prostate even more intense. It was right, this is where he was free, Orlando was now able to be himself, he released all of his inhibitions and made true love. Knowing he was close from the beginning it didn’t take Orlando to reach the edge quickly and he grabbed Viggo’s cock between them and stroked in time with his thrusts; they came, each screaming out the other’s name, they came in harmony. Orlando slipped out of Viggo, grabbed his discarded boxers and whipped himself and his lover clean. He then pulled the older man to him and nuzzled into his soft hair, inhaling the scent. “Will you be here when I wake up?” Viggo asked, afraid that this was all a dream. The free man was silent for a while and Viggo was nearly asleep when he spoke; “Earlier this night I was falling and there was no one to catch me, I was breaking inside and there was no one to put me back together. Now I feel as if I’m flying with you, and that if I fall apart you’ll put me back together. I’m not so sure that this isn’t a dream. I love you; I’m free now. Will you stay with me? Will you be there and catch me when I fall, put me back together?” Orlando was silently crying again, but Viggo could feel the tremors running through his body. “I will Orli my love, I will. Orlibabe look at me;” He placed his hand under the younger one’s chin and brought him up to meet his eyes; “You do not always have to be the strong one, I’m here now, I’ll never leave you, so for as long as you’ll have me I’ll always be yours. You don’t have do to anymore teaching, just allow me to love you.” They embraced, and Orlando allowed all of his tears to fall, they would be the last ones he shed, as he knew that Viggo would now be there to keep him together, Viggo was his salvation.