The Trouble With Orli - Parts 1-3/? 
 
By: Mysse
Email: mystique_1115@yahoo.com 
Rating: NC-17 
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom 
Spoilers: Inspired by Orlando's sudden disappearance from 
the LotR publicity tour and the article in the 12-12-03 UK 
newspaper, "The Sun." 
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, not making and claims, you 
know the drill. OFC: Lissa is mine - don't touch. 
Summary: The people closest to Orlando aren't happy 
about the way Viggo looked at the London premiere. 
 
 
 
Author's Notes: Thank you to Clairey for the idea that the 
shirt Viggo wore in Wellington and London may have been 
a gift from Orlando. Also - the "Joy" to which Lissa refers is 
Orli's "Haven" co-star, Joy Bryant. As the Cayman Islands 
are a British territory, it makes sense to me that copies of 
"The Sun" would be available there. If I'm wrong - who 
gives a fuck? :) 
 
*This fic became AU the second Orlando didn't show up in 
Copenhagen.  
 
~~*~~ 
 
December 12, 2003 
The Cayman Islands 
 
 
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" 
 
Startled, Orli looked up from his script and met the stormy 
eyes of his make-up artist. "Lissa?" He questioned, looking 
at the normally happy girl quizzically. "What's wrong?" 
 
Lissa stared at him for a moment before letting out a 
short, incredulous laugh. "*This* is what's wrong," she 
seethed, and threw a copy of "The Sun" into his lap. It was 
open to an article about the London premiere of "Return of 
the King" and Orlando's conspicuous absence. "Christ, Orli. 
When Joy said you were waiting for me in make-up I 
thought she was kidding!" She gestured toward the 
newspaper. "Until I saw that." 
 
Orli looked at the article and then back up at Lissa. Her 
obvious anger hurt. She was supposed to understand the 
situation. She'd been his make-up artist for "Rings" as well 
as "Troy" and was there four years ago when his 
relationship with Viggo began. "It's out of my control, 
Lissa. You know how Robin-"  
 
Lissa effectively shut up him by reaching for the 
newspaper and flipping the page to a picture of Viggo 
taken the night before. 
 
"Oh, Jesus," Orli whispered, tracing his fingers over the 
photograph. 
 
"It's bad enough you missed the premiere in your own 
fucking country, but to make Viggo look like that..." She 
trailed off and watched Orli stare at the picture. A picture 
of Viggo smiling for the cameras. A smile that didn't reach 
his eyes and didn't fool the people who knew and loved 
him. A picture of Viggo looking sad and lonely. 
 
"He said he understood," Orli rasped, his words laced with 
emotion. "He said it was okay, that I had to do what I 
thought was best." 
 
"Of *course* he said that, Orli. He loves you," Lissa said 
patiently. 
 
"But Robin-" 
 
"Robin thinks that the Wellington and Los Angeles 
premieres were a PR nightmare," she grumbled. "Between 
the hugging and the kissing, not to mention the way you 
draped yourself all over Dominic. What did you think she 
was going to do?" Lissa paused for a moment before 
saying, "it gets worse though..." 
 
"How the fuck does it get worse than this?" Orli asked, his 
soft brown eyes never leaving Viggo's photographic face. 
 
"She leaked the airport pictures of you and Kate." 
 
Orli looked up sharply. "What?" he asked, his anger barely 
controlled. Lissa met his glare, but said nothing. "Oh, 
that's it. Fuck this." Orli tossed his script onto the make-up 
counter before getting up and pacing around the trailer. "I 
can't do this anymore. I should have never agreed to those 
pictures in the first place... I just never thought she'd drop 
them on the press without fucking warning me first." 
 
"What are you going to do?" Lissa inquired. 
 
Orli finally stopped pacing. "I'm going to film today, film 
tomorrow, and then tomorrow night I'm hopping a plane to 
Copenhagen." 
 
"What about Robin?" 
 
He looked over at Lissa, a devious glint in his eyes. "Fuck 
Robin." 
 
 
~~*~~ 
 
Part 2 
 
 
The Copenhagen Admiral Hotel  
Room 1014 
 
 
Staring into the early dawn had become Viggo's new 
favorite hobby. At least it was when he was separated 
from his studio - or Orlando. 
 
Viggo's chest tightened at the thought of his lover. Being 
with him in New Zealand and California had been 
wonderful, but their open displays of affection had raised 
eyebrows and now they were paying for it. 
 
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, pressing his fingers 
to his temples and rubbing gently. He stood on the balcony 
watching the light slowly grow until a knock at the door 
broke him from his reverie. "Who the hell...?" 
 
The knocking came again and Viggo finally reached the 
door, flinging it open impatiently. The American blinked at 
his visitor for a moment before his lips curled into a small, 
unconscious smile which said visitor returned. "How did 
you know where to find me?" Viggo asked. 
 
"Andy," Orli said by way of an explanation. "Um, can I 
come in?" 
 
"Yeah, yeah," Viggo said quickly and stepped out of the 
way, closing the door behind them. He watched the 
younger man drop his suitcase near the closet and survey 
the room. 
 
"This place is beautiful," Orli said appreciatively, "but why 
aren't you staying with your family?" 
 
"Because if I did, I'd never get a moments peace." Viggo 
chuckled. "I love them, but you know me - sometimes I 
need space." 
 
Orli closed the distance between them and pressed a hand 
to Viggo's chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Am I intruding?" 
he asked softly. 
 
Viggo shook his head. "Never." 
 
"Good," Orli whispered and wrapped his arms around his 
lover; the tension he'd carried for days draining from his 
body. "It feels so wonderful to hold you again." 
 
"I could spend the rest of my life in your arms, Orlando." 
Viggo pulled back enough to sprinkle Orli's face with kisses 
before something occurred to him. "You're supposed to be 
an ocean away from me right now. How on earth did you 
talk Robin into letting you come here?" 
 
The young Brit smiled wryly and said simply: "I fired her." 
 
Viggo's eyes widened in shock. "You - what?" 
 
"I fired her. I refuse to let her run my life - our lives - 
anymore." 
 
Without saying another word Viggo leaned in and crushed 
his mouth to Orli's. He poured his love, adoration, and 
passion into the kiss and felt himself harden as the 
emotions were returned. He pulled his young lover closer 
feeling the other man moan into his mouth as their 
erections brushed together. 
 
Barely aware of their surroundings they managed to 
stumble toward the bed, shedding clothing on the way. 
The fell together onto the mattress and Viggo maneuvered 
them until he was lying fully on top of Orlando. 
 
Wordlessly the poet began to worship the young actor's 
body, placing delicate kisses against his clavicle, biting the 
sensitive skin of his throat and then soothing the injury 
with his lips. When he reached Orli's navel he dipped his 
tongue inside and felt Orli shudder against him, the Brit's 
hands coming down to comb through his hair.  
 
Viggo continued his assault, tracing wet patterns on 
Orlando's sun tattoo, before looking up and into his lover's 
eyes. The love and trust he saw staring back at him from 
those gorgeous chocolate brown depths never failed to 
steal his breath and inflame his arousal. Keeping his eyes 
locked with Orli's he moved lower and took the young 
man's cock into his mouth, relishing the delicious flavor. 
 
He moved his mouth up and down the silken shaft slowly, 
his senses reeling as Orlando's keening cries and breathy 
moans threatened to weaken his control. He let his lover's 
overheated flesh slip from between his lips and smiled at 
the disappointed whimper that accompanied it.  
 
Sliding further down the bed he used his hands to part the 
globes of Orli's ass before teasingly slithering his tongue 
against the puckered opening. The response was 
immediate. Orlando arched off the bed, a string of english 
and elvish curses spilling from his lips. Emboldened, Viggo 
began to tongue-fuck him in earnest, stabbing in and out 
of the tight entrance, feeling the muscles tighten and relax 
around him. He stopped only when he realized his lover 
was pulling desperately on his short hair and calling his 
name. 
 
"What's wrong?" he asked, climbing up to brush the wild 
curls off Orli's flushed face. 
 
Orlando laughed breathlessly. "Nothing, love, nothing - I 
just don't want to come that way." 
 
"How do you want to come?" Viggo asked, licking the 
young man's taste from his lips. 
 
Orli stared his lover down through his thick lashes, eyes 
hooded with unabashed desire. "With you inside me and 
your hand on my cock." 
 
"Fuck, Orli," Viggo moaned and brought his mouth to 
Orli's, sliding his tongue in and out in a preview of things 
to come. With one hand he reached automatically toward 
the nightstand and froze. "Shit - I wasn't expecting you! I 
don't have any-"  
 
Orlando cut him off by pushing against Viggo's chest until 
the older man was sitting back against his heels. Orli 
lowered his mouth to his lover's cock and sucked gently, 
sliding his tongue over the entire length. When he pulled 
back the hard column of flesh was glistening in the rising 
sunlight. "Fuck me, right now." 
 
Never one to refuse the man he loved, Viggo lowered Orli 
back to the bed and thrust past the tight ring of muscle. 
Using every ounce of self-control he had left, Viggo stayed 
still until his lover opened his eyes and smiled softly, 
signaling that he was alright. 
 
Slowly, Viggo started to move, sliding his cock almost 
completely out before slamming it back in. The satiny heat 
of Orlando's body gripped him fiercely, the tightness never 
failing to amaze him. Orli dug his fingernails into Viggo's 
arms, wrapped his legs around Viggo's waist, and 
whispered nonsense as they moved in perfect 
synchronicity.  
 
It could have been hours or maybe just minutes later when 
Viggo felt his orgasm approach. Taking in mind his lover's 
request he reached between their sweat slicked bodies and 
grasped Orlando's weeping cock. The younger man arched 
into him desperate for friction. Unwilling to disappoint the 
older man pumped the hard shaft in counterpoint to his 
thrusting hips, each tug begged Orli to come. 
 
"Come for me, Orli," he commanded. "Please, I'm going to 
come and I need you to come with me." 
 
His pleas were too much for the younger man who gasped 
his lover's name before spilling his semen between them. 
The look of pure rapture was too much for Viggo and he 
reached his own climax, burying his face in Orlando's 
impossibly soft curls. 
 
Combined jet-lag and insomnia took their final toll on both 
men as they curled up in each other's arms, sleeping 
claiming them. 
 
Viggo's last waking thought was a nagging worry. What 
was going to happen that night when he and Orlando 
arrived on the red carpet. Orlando had fired Robin - did 
that mean he wanted to come out? 
 
 
~~*~~ 
 
Part 3 
 
 
"Orlaaandoooo." 
 
Orlando was confused. At some point his pillow had 
learned to kiss him. Then it had learned to talk. Even more 
confusing was the fact that it could talk to him in Viggo's 
voice. 
 
"C'mon, angel, it's time to wake up." 
 
Blinking at the sunlight that was now streaming through 
the open curtains, Orli turned in his lover's arms and 
smiled. "I should've known," he mumbled against the 
American's cheek. 
 
"Known what, love?" Viggo asked, brushing a stray curl 
from the young man's eyes. 
 
"That you weren't my pillow. Pillows don't have stubble." 
Viggo chuckled at him. "What time is it?" Orlando asked, 
stifling a yawn against the back of his hand. 
 
"Almost nine. We've been asleep for about two hours." 
Viggo paused and looked down at the beautiful young man 
curled against him. "Orlando, I think there's something we 
need to talk about." 
 
"I know," Orli whispered. It was a long time before he 
spoke again. "I understand if you're not ready, Vig, and I'll 
respect whatever decision you come to. It's just that - I 
don't think I can do this anymore." 
 
"Do what anymore?" Viggo swallowed with an audible click. 
 
"Hide who I am," Orli replied. "I mean, I don't want to 
walk down the street screaming 'I'm gay, I'm gay!'. But, I 
would like to walk down the street and hold your hand, or 
kiss you whenever I feel like it. I'm an actor, but that 
doesn't mean I want to spend the rest of my life 
pretending to be someone I'm not... I'm tired, Viggo." 
 
Viggo reached out and wiped away the tear that had 
slipped down his lover's face. "Tell me what you what to do 
and we'll do it." 
 
Orlando looked into the other man's eyes and saw the 
open, honesty there. He felt relief course through him as 
he realized that his lover was just as ready as he was. 
"Tonight, I want to go to the premiere together. I want us 
to walk the red carpet together. I want to hold your hand 
and smile for the cameras and tell the truth if anyone asks 
if we're together." 
 
"They will ask, Orli. And some of them will hate us for it." 
 
"Then fuck them," Orlando said quickly. "I'm fully aware of 
the consequences and I'm prepared for whatever happens. 
As long as you don't leave my side I can handle anything." 
 
Viggo cupped his young lover's face in his hands. "I swear 
to you, I will never, *ever*, willingly leave you." 
 
Orlando graced him with a beautiful smile and returned the 
promise. "Except," he countered, "to take a shower. We're 
a bit sticky, if you hadn't noticed." With that he hopped 
from the bed and dashed naked toward the bathroom. 
When he reached the door he turned and looked 
expectantly at the man still lounging in bed. "Coming, 
Vig?" he asked, and vanished behind the door. 
 
Viggo waited until he heard the water running before 
climbing out of the sleep-warmed bed and joining his lover 
in the bathroom. He slipped quietly into the shower stall 
and pressed his body against Orlando's. 
 
The younger man turned to face him and Viggo's breath 
caught in his throat. Orli's gaze was lust-filled and nothing 
less than predatory. The poet's cock hardened instantly. 
He knew that look. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you, 
Orli?" 
 
Orli simply smiled seductively, dropped to his knees, and 
swallowed Viggo's cock to the root without prelude. 
 
"Holy fuck!" Viggo cried, bracing his hands against the 
shower walls. "Oh... oh fuck, Orli," he panted.  
 
Orli hummed around Viggo's flesh and sucked harder. 
Vaguely, the older man heard a bottle snap open and shut 
again before two slick fingers pressed against his opening. 
He bucked into his lover's mouth and felt Orli bring his free 
hand around to steady the American's hips. 
 
Using gentle, but insistent strokes Orlando stretched his 
lover. Looking up he captured Viggo's eyes and brushed 
his fingers over the older man's prostate. The artist's eyes 
turned almost black before squeezing shut as he came in 
hot waves down Orlando's throat. 
 
Orli swallowed all that was offered before letting the spent 
flesh slip from his lips and getting up to crush his mouth to 
Viggo's, sharing his taste with him. When the kiss ended 
Viggo rested his forehead against Orli's and smiled at him 
 
Orlando returned the smile before twirling his finger at his 
lover, indicating that he should turn around. Viggo 
complied and pressed his hands against the wall, 
spreading his legs eagerly. Orlando didn't top him often, 
but it was nothing short of sensational when he did. 
 
Seconds later, Viggo felt the blunt tip of Orli's cock push 
against him and then thrust past the tight ring of muscle. 
 
"Holy fucking Christ, you feel good," the younger man 
groaned and rested his head against the back of Viggo's 
neck, allowing the older man to adjust to the intrusion. 
 
"So do you, Orli," Viggo whispered. As his lover began to 
slowly fuck him Viggo marveled at his cock springing to 
life. If only people knew that the fountain of youth was a 
beautiful man named Orlando Bloom... 
 
Then, coherent thought became nearly impossible as Orli's 
warm, slender hand reached around him and encircled his 
cock. The older man could feel the urgency in the young 
man's grasp. Orlando was close and had been since before 
he'd entered his lover's waiting body. "Let go, Orli," Viggo 
managed, "let go and fuck me hard. I know you want to." 
 
Orlando groaned against him and increased his pace, 
fucking his lover hard and jerking him even harder. 
"Viggo," he rasped, "oh, fuck, Viggo - I'm gonna come." 
 
"Me too, baby, come for me. Come inside me, I want to 
feel you." At those words Viggo felt his lover's hot seed 
filling him and he came himself, spurting his semen 
against the shower wall where the pulsating water washed 
it away. 
 
They stayed that way, Orlando still inside him, until the 
water began to cool. At length, they pulled apart and 
quickly cleaned each other before reluctantly getting out 
and wrapping themselves in the hotel robes. 
 
Orlando's stomach grumbled loudly as they exited the 
bathroom. "Breakfast?" Viggo asked, arching an eyebrow 
at his lover. 
 
The young man nodded absently, sitting on the bed and 
staring out the window toward the Royal Palace. "The 
Queen will be there tonight, won't she?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Are you sure about this, Viggo? Absolutely one hundred 
percent sure?" 
 
Crossing the room, Viggo sat next to his lover and grasped 
his hands. "I have never been more sure of anything in my 
life." 
 
Orlando smiled. 
 
 
TBC