The Wildfire Series - "Slow Burn"

By: Claire and Mysse
Feedback: claire@checkmated.com and mysse@livejournal.com
URLs: http://www.livejournal.com/users/claireyfairy1/ and
http://www.livejournal.com/users/mysse/

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Spoilers: Meh, nothing you shouldn't already know.
Disclaimer:  Didn't happen, not making any claims, and so on and so on.
Summary:  Unresolved sexual tension creates a slow burn.

Author's Notes (Mysse):  Welcome to our little world.  This is the first story
in the five part "Wildfire Series."  Though most of this part was written by
Claire, I still must dedicate my contributions to her.  She took a lot of shit
for writing this, but never once backed away; from the story or me.  Anyway,
thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the ride.

Author's Notes (Claire): This is my first ViggOrli fic. I blame Mysse entirely
for corrupting me. *snort* This is not my first piece of slash, so no need to be
*too* wary. Most of this part was written by me, but I must thank Mysse for, not
only corrupting me in the ways of ViggOrli, but also for a perfect epilogue.
Part two is gonna be a stunner. 


~~*~~

"Slow Burn"

His skin is soft and beautiful and mesmerising as I run my rough hands down the
curves of his back and over his scar.  He whimpers as I run my hands over his
ass, squeezing his buttocks as I lean forward, pressing my lips against his
shoulder, kissing and nibbling.  He tastes sweet and I run my tongue over his
skin, savouring every inch, moving lower and kissing the tiny part of him that
has me mesmerised.  The inch of flesh above his ass that dips softly.

I slide my cock in him slowly, desperate not to hurt, but unable to keep a check
on my desires for long.  I want to fuck him, push him to the edge, make him
scream my name with unbridled desire.  But his gasps slow me, reminding me to
treat him with care.  And how could I forget?  His beauty is blinding at times,
the long blond wig only framing him like a piece of art.  A little piece of
purity that will bring me closer to heaven.

He's moaning, every breath a murmur, as he pushes back onto me, wanting,
craving.  I'm thrusting slowly, leisurely, my desire building in the pit of my
stomach.  The feeling of him surrounding me, hot, tight, burning every inch of
my flesh as it penetrates him, makes me gasp and I let out his name, a song
dancing on my lips.  

"Orlando."

He pushes back again when he hears me whispering his name and I can't stop
myself.  I thrust heavily into him, hitting the spot I'm looking for, and I am
rewarded with the soft uttering of my name tumbling from his lips.  I jerk
forward, grasping his hips tightly and pulling him against me.  My breathing is
heavy and I can feel my stomach tightening, racing to the edge and threatening
to overwhelm me.  My fingers dig deeper into his hips and Orlando arches back,
lifting his head and throwing back the silken locks.  I can't resist and I grab
his hair, pulling his head back to mine gently, and claiming his lips with force
and passion.

Orlando falls forward again as my thrusting becomes erratic.  His moans are
heavier and I reach round and wrap my hand around his cock, pumping slowly.  I
want him to come with me and I'm close.  His hard cock is such a stark contrast
to his soft and velvety skin.  It makes me tremble to feel him in my hand,
quivering, yet strong.  My hand is firm as I pump it, and he begins to buck
against me, thrusting himself into my hand as he whimpers and comes.

I almost slide out as he bucks, but with one hand I grip his hip and yank him
against me, thrusting deep.  I let go of my self-control and pound hard twice
before I feel the heat uncoil and spread over my body.  Every part of me is
tingling and I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on the pleasure that unfurls
around me as I come, driving hard into him.

He collapses forward and I fall on top of him, my lips pressing against the base
of his neck.  I can feel him breathing heavily, his chest raising and lifting
me, despite my weight.  I pull out and roll over, wrapping my arms around him
and drawing him to me, both of us contented in our mutual bliss.

*

"Cut!"

The volume of the cheers that escaped the moment after Orlando shot his last
scene was enough to wake Viggo from his reverie and glance around the room. 
He'd been staring hard, he knew, but no one seemed to have noticed as they
descended on Orlando and gave him hugs and kisses.  Viggo couldn't quite believe
it was the last day of filming.  He was flying out tomorrow, back to LA, and
back to reality.

Viggo watched as Orlando smiled graciously.  He exuded the grace and beauty of
an angel, his face lighting when he smiled.  Viggo could see tears forming in
Orlando's eyes as people hugged him and congratulated him.  It wasn't the end
forever; there would be re-shoots, studio work and countless promotional tours,
but the cocoon of Wellington was coming apart.  They were leaving each other.  

For Viggo it meant leaving beauty and serenity, not only in the picturesque
landscapes, but also in the people he now knew.  People like Orlando, who
constantly thrilled and excited him.  A man he felt sure he knew so completely,
so perfectly, so deeply.

"Viggo."

Orlando smiled at him, eyes sparkling with happiness, but also shining with
tears.  Viggo embraced him, pulling Orlando against him and holding him tightly. 
His body was on fire, spreading through every inch of his flesh and consuming
him.  His senses were overwhelmed by Orlando's scent; musky, manly, penetrating
him and making him dizzy.  His body was hard and soft, all at the same time. 
Viggo shivered as he planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," Orlando whispered.  "Thank you for everything."

Viggo couldn't say anything, a lump forming in his throat and constricting his
voice.  He felt silly.  It wasn't like him to feel so emotional, but the thought
of never being close to Orlando again frightened him.  Yet, not enough to say
anything.

Viggo just smiled and returned the kiss, pressing his lips against the soft skin
of Orlando's cheek.

"You're coming to the wrap party, right?"

"Yeah." Viggo nodded and let go of his grip on Orlando.

"Excellent."

***

The sound was deafening.  Music played violently as Viggo watched Orlando twirl
Miranda round on the dance floor and then stumble into her.  Viggo took another
swig of his beer and turned back to the conversation at the table doing his best
to look interested.  

"Orli, mate, you're going to knock her over in a minute," shouted Billy, as
Orlando stumbled into her again.  "You can't dance for shit."

Orlando laughed and left Miranda to dance with Elijah.  He pulled up a chair
next to Viggo and grabbed another beer.  

"Well at least I dance, which is more than I can say for you sullen lot over
here."

Orlando waved his bottle of beer, gesturing to Viggo, Billy and Dominic, who
were the only ones left sat down.  Billy stood up immediately and yanked
Dominic's arm, pulling him to his feet.

"We are the finest dancers of the fellowship. Do you not remember our hobbit
dance?" said Billy, clasping his chest in mock horror.

"Come on, Bill, let's remind him."

"Cheeky elf," muttered Billy as Dominic dragged him to the dance floor.  They
linked arms and began to jig, encouraging the rest of the dancers to join them
in their hobbit display.

Viggo watched Orlando as he giggled at the floor show.  His face was crinkled
with laughter, happiness exuding from him brightly.  It brought a smile to
Viggo's face to see him radiating such joy.

"What are you looking at, filthy human?" said Orlando, turning away from the
dancing hobbits and focusing on Viggo.  His stare was deep and penetrating, and
Viggo felt exposed... like the love he felt was shining on his face, as clear as
day.

"Nothing, elf-boy," he murmured, a deep flush rising over his skin and betraying
him.

Orlando's face turned serious for a moment, his eyes still focused on Viggo.

"I can't believe it's all over," he said, his voice quiet and a little sad.  "I
can't believe we're all leaving here tomorrow."

"Back to the real world."

"Yeah."

Orlando didn't say anything more, but his eyes never left Viggo's.  Viggo felt a
shiver run down his spine under his gaze, suddenly aware that Orlando's hand was
resting on his shoulder and squeezing it gently.

"I'm gonna miss you," he said quietly, his eyes dropping and breaking the stare.

There was an undeniable softness to Orlando's voice that had Viggo searching his
face, looking for what he'd often believed he imagined.  He hooked a finger
under Orlando's chin and lifted his eyes to meet his.  They were wide with
unspoken emotion, sadness swirling in the deep brown pools.

"Me too."

Their faces were inches apart and Viggo had to use all his self-control not to
lean in a little further and claim the soft lips that were begging to be kissed. 
Orlando moved towards him, seemingly inviting the action that Viggo was
avoiding.  It was now or never, thought Viggo, as the music faded out and the
only sound he could hear was the heavy breathing coming from them both.  He
could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, constricting his breathing
and suffocating him.  

He moved his hand from Orlando's chin and slid his palm over his cheek, cupping
his face and sliding a thumb over his lip.  Viggo could feel a squeeze on his
shoulder in encouragement and he bent down-

"Orli!"

Orlando jerked forward dramatically as Elijah slapped him on the shoulder.  His
forehead bumped Viggo's and he pulled away quickly, spinning round and looking
up at Elijah with a frown.  

"Are you two ever going to stop doing that ridiculous Maori greeting?" asked
Sean, sliding into the seat next to Viggo's.  "You'll both have a permanent bump
on your head."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to ruin that pretty little face, Orlando," said Elijah.

Orlando said nothing, taking a swig from his beer and gulping loudly.

"Listen, the party's breaking up here.  We're heading down to a club in town,
are you coming?"

Orlando glanced at Viggo quickly before turning to Elijah.

"No thanks, mate.  I think I've about had enough," he said, waving his beer with
a smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah.  I think Viggo will get me home, right?"

Viggo glanced up with surprise.  It wasn't like Orlando to go home early.  Viggo
felt his stomach churn as he let himself briefly imagine that Orlando wanted to
reprise the moment they had shared.

"Yeah, of course," he said, daring a look at Orlando, who was smiling.

"Okay.  See you guys in the morning for breakfast."

***

"Got any beer at your place, Viggo?" asked Orlando as they left the party and
got into the car.

Viggo felt himself losing concentration as thoughts flew into his head of what
that question entailed.  He fixed his eyes on the road and let out a short shaky
breath as he began to drive.

"No, but I've got a fresh bottle of whiskey."

"Whiskey's good."

"Okay."

They drove in relative silence, both aware that the atmosphere had thickened and
heightened their anticipation.  Viggo was sure that he was letting his
imagination run wild as he drove.  The scenarios playing over in his head of
what he would say when they reached the quiet of his home were getting out of
hand.  Images of Orlando naked and yearning for him were running through his
mind, causing his jeans to tighten and his skin to tingle.  Is that what Orlando
wanted?

They walked into the house and Viggo flipped on the light switch, aware that
neither of them had said anything for a long time.  He strode directly to the
kitchen in desperate need of alcohol and a cigarette to take the edge off his
nerves.  He could feel his hands shaking even though he'd jammed them into his
pockets to disguise it.

"You wanted whiskey, right?" he asked, pulling some glasses down from the shelf
and avoiding Orlando's penetrating gaze.  He opened the bottle and began to pour
when he felt hands sliding around his waist and hot breath on his ear.

"No."

Viggo gulped and put the bottle down on the counter.  "Er, um, I thought that's
what you wanted."

"No.  I want you," Orlando whispered against his ear.  Viggo was breathless,
unable to say anything or react.  His heart pounded in his chest violently, and
it felt like an eternity that they stood in the intimate position, Orlando's
body pressed tightly against his.  Orlando reached around his body and grabbed
at Viggo's shirt, twisting him around and pushing him back against the counter,
his lips instantly claiming Viggo's in a breathless kiss.  Orlando was
vigorously demanding, pushing his tongue past Viggo's lips to dance with his.

Viggo surrendered under the violent attack of Orlando's lips.  He felt his knees
weaken as Orlando's hands slid up into his hair and crushed his lips even
harder.  There was raw lust in those actions and Viggo responded in kind,
pulling him tightly against his body.  He gasped as lips trailed over his jaw, a
tongue darting out and licking his skin, tracing a wet line down his neck. 
Orlando's hands were already on his jeans, fumbling with the button-fly. 
Viggo's stomach quivered as the buttons came undone and his jeans slipped past
his hips, Orlando's hands inching up under his shirt and caressing the bare skin
of his chest.

Orlando was demanding in his desire as he pushed the shirt up and over Viggo's
head, throwing the garment to the floor and kissing Viggo again, biting his lip
as his hands roamed his body, delicate fingers pinching his nipples to make him
moan breathlessly.  Viggo couldn't breathe, his mind was a roller coaster of
thoughts and questions that remained unspoken as he let Orlando lick his way
down his body and suck gently on a nipple, biting it and grazing his teeth to
pull it into a hard point.

The kitchen was quiet; the only sound was of the heavy breathing of both men as
Orlando pushed down Viggo's boxers and grasped his cock firmly, running his
thumb over the tip.  He raised his hand to his lips and Viggo couldn't help but
gasp as his pink tongue darted out and licked the palm of his hand.  Orlando
reached down and wrapped his hand around Viggo's cock again, his other hand
moving round to squeeze his ass.  His eyes were fixed firmly on Viggo's as he
took him into his hand and squeezed gently.  He pumped his hand up and down
quickly, and Viggo let out a small moan, leaning back against the counter and
shutting his eyes, breaking their eye contact.  He could feel his orgasm already
building in his stomach, the desire emanating from every pore.  Orlando's soft
and dexterous fingers were working magic as he speeded up his pace, one hand
yanking on Viggo's cock, his lips latched onto his neck, kissing and sucking.

Every inch of him trembled as he came, the sensations rocking him to the core. 
Viggo bucked his hips unwillingly, thrusting into Orlando's hand and moaning
with abandon.  Orlando's lips were still on his neck, kissing their way upwards
and pressing against his lips once again as he let go of Viggo's cock, thrusting
his tongue into his mouth and swallowing his moans.  He pulled away for a moment
and Viggo watched as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking,
tasting Viggo with a coy smile on his face.

Viggo's heart was racing, thumping against his chest in a violent rhythm.  His
legs were weak, barely keeping him standing as he propped himself up with the
kitchen counter.  Orlando was mesmerising as he just stared, the smile lighting
his face cheekily.  Viggo reached to him and wrapped his fingers around his
wrist, drawing him closer.  He drew one of Orlando's fingers in his mouth and
sucked, tracing his tongue over the tip.  He felt Orlando shudder as he watched.

With his fingers still firmly grasping Orlando's wrist, Viggo stepped out of his
jeans and moved to the door.  He led Orlando silently through the house and to
the bedroom.  The sound of their breathing was heavy as they stepped into the
room, anticipations running high.  

"I think you're a little overdressed," said Viggo, feeling self-conscious of the
fact that he was naked and that Orlando was still fully clothed.  He snaked his
hands under the hem of Orlando's t-shirt and ran his hands over the smooth skin
of his torso.  He pushed it off and dipped his head, capturing his nipple and
teasing it into a hard point.  He heard Orlando moan and Viggo looked up to see
his eyes fixed firmly on him... his tongue as he swirled it over his flesh.

Viggo stumbled back unexpectedly as Orlando pressed his hands against his
shoulders and pushed back.  Before he had a chance to be shocked, he was pushed
again and Viggo fell back onto the bed.  Orlando was on him immediately,
straddling him and kissing him fiercely.  His tongue pushed past Viggo's lips,
plundering his mouth and taking his breath away.  Pressing his jean-clad groin
against Viggo's returning erection, Orlando trailed his lips across his jaw and
pressed his lips softly against his ear.

"I'm gonna fuck you... I'm gonna fuck you all night, yeah.  Is that what you
want?"

Viggo replied by lifting his hands to Orlando's belt, undoing it quickly and
pulling the buttons open.  There was nothing he wanted more, and this side of
Orlando was turning him on more than he'd ever imagined in all his fantasies. 
He pushed Orlando's already very low jeans over his hips as Orlando kissed him
again, biting his bottom lip and sucking gently.

Orlando got up from the bed, kicked his shoes off and shoved his jeans down his
legs.  Viggo watched as he stood naked, his eyes roaming Viggo's body lazily as
he shed his clothes, bathed in the fluorescent light of the room.  He was
beautiful.  And Viggo's heart lurched at the sight.  

Orlando climbed onto the bed and ran a hand over Viggo's body, delicately
tracing lines over his stomach and reaching down to grab his cock.  Viggo arched
into his touch and gasped as Orlando's mouth closed over him.  Sensations soared
through him as Orlando traced his tongue over the length of his cock, not
hurried, but in a slow, torturous movement.  

Reluctantly, but too scared he might come in Orlando's mouth, Viggo pushed him
off and scrambled to the side of the bed, swinging open the cabinet and pulling
out a tube of lube.  He returned to Orlando, who had laid back onto the bed, and
he seized this opportunity to touch him, running his hands over his smooth and
firm torso.  He let his hands trail a path to his cock, wrapping his hand around
the base and marveling at how it felt so hot and throbbing in his hand.  He
pumped his hand up and down firmly, watching how Orlando's head fell back, his
eyes closed, and a small moan escaped his lips.  It was a sight he saw only in
his fantasies, but Orlando's reaction had him working faster, rubbing his thumb
over the tip and spreading the leaking fluid down his cock.

Orlando's breathing was heavy.  He was panting under Viggo's expert touch. 
Opening his eyes he reached down and grasped Viggo's wrist.

"I want to come inside you."

Viggo nodded and moved his hand, picking the lube off the bed and handing it to
Orlando.  Lying back, Viggo felt Orlando settle between his legs.  Almost
immediately he felt Orlando press against his entrance, slowly working a finger
in and gently stretching him.  The lube was cool on his hot body, and Viggo
jerked at the touch.  Orlando looked up in concern and climbed up his body,
pressing a kiss to his lips.

"This okay, Vig?" Orlando asked, his finger gently penetrating him again as he
planted small kisses on Viggo's neck.

"Yes.  It's... it's been a while."

Orlando nodded and, using the same rhythm, pushed a second finger inside Viggo,
curling his fingers up and hitting the spot that caused Viggo to let out a deep
shudder.  Orlando moved his fingers in and out, gently adding a third finger as
Viggo became used to his presence.  Orlando scissored his fingers, stretching
Viggo to his touch.  

"Orlando, I'm ready," murmured Viggo, reaching to him and pulling him up for a
kiss.  The air between them was thick, suffocating.  Viggo felt almost dizzy as
Orlando kissed him, sliding his tongue over his teeth and capturing his breath. 
Orlando threaded his fingers through Viggo's long hair, massaging his scalp.

Orlando pulled away and draped Viggo's legs over his shoulders.  He covered his
cock with lube and, locking his eyes with Viggo's, Orlando pushed inside him as
slowly as possible.  Viggo gasped, the feeling of Orlando inside him, filling
him, penetrating him, was overwhelming.  Viggo felt complete... like a part of
him had been missing and was now found.

It wasn't long before Orlando quickened his pace, unable to remain slow and
gentle.  Viggo groaned as he felt Orlando's hand on his cock, his soft hand
pumping with vigour as his pace quickened.  His strokes were deep, filling Viggo
completely and hitting the perfect spot every time, as if they had perfected
their rhythm together long ago.  His hand was working magic on Viggo's cock as
he continued to thrust, gasping out Viggo's name as he moved within him.

Viggo felt his orgasm build as Orlando continued to pump his hand over his cock,
driving a whimper from his lips.  Heat spread over Viggo's body as the fire
unfurled in his stomach, teasing a moan from his lips and causing him to cry out
Orlando's name.  He responded by quickening his pace, thrusting with abandon and
pumping Viggo's cock furiously. 

"Come. Please, come for me, Vig."

Unable to deny him, Viggo let his orgasm rip through his body, moaning as
Orlando milked him, not letting go of his cock.  Every inch of his flesh tingled
and Viggo was vaguely aware of his own incoherent muttering as Orlando continued
to pound into him, striving for his own release.  He felt Orlando reach his
peak, driving into him with a growl, and falling forward, his weight a welcome
burden.

They both lay in a sticky mess, too tired to move, too overwhelmed to speak. 
Viggo stroked Orlando's back as they lay in blissful silence, eyes drooping and
sending them both into sleep filled oblivion.

***

Viggo took one last look at the sleeping angel in his bed as he prepared to
leave, the pain ripping through his chest and causing a lump to form in his
throat.  He hadn't slept for a moment the night before.  As Orlando fell into a
deep slumber, Viggo stayed awake, suddenly conscious of just what they had done. 
It wasn't the way he had played it over in his imagination every time he
fantasised about their first time together.  Orlando hadn't told him that Viggo
was the one man for him. He hadn't said they were soul mates.

There was no declaration of undying love.

There was lust. Desire.  Unimaginable pleasure.  Orlando was violent in his want
for him.  

But it wasn't enough.  

Their one night together had changed everything.  Viggo couldn't be around
Orlando now.  Too much unfulfilled.  Too much left unsaid.  He wanted so much
more, and it was obvious that Orlando didn't.  Orlando may have wanted him, but
it was that lust and desire that fueled his loving caresses.

It was too late now to take it back.  And, if truth be told, Viggo wasn't sure
he'd take it back.  He might not have Orlando forever, but for one night he held
Orlando in his arms, and that was a memory Viggo would hold onto for the rest of
his life.

~~*~~

Epilogue:

The Next Morning...

The first thing he is aware of is the cold, the lack of the sensation of having
a warm body next to him.  It feels empty.

"Viggo?"  he entreats quietly, his voice rough from sleep.  His call goes
unanswered and so he gets up, stopping to retrieve his jeans from the corner.  

A memory from the previous night flashes unbidden before his eyes.  Viggo's
hands pulling at Orlando's jeans, helping him remove the constricting garment;
the lust in Viggo's eyes at the sight of his naked body, taking Viggo's
quivering flesh in his mouth.  He can still taste him.

Blinking away the vision, Orlando fastens his jeans and moves out of the barren
bedroom in search of his new lover.

The bathroom is empty, as are the living room and kitchen.  He stares at each
room for several minutes before moving to the next.  There are goose bumps on
his skin as the chill of disquiet spiders through him.

When he reaches the french doors of the den Viggo converted into a studio he
pauses, and for some reason he cannot explain to himself, knocks.

There is no answer.

He pushes the doors open and is momentarily breathless.  The studio is as empty
as the rest of the house, save an easel bearing a canvas.  Orlando walks slowly
toward the painting, his mind numb to all but the myriad of color before him.  

Splashes of grey and blue swirled around deep red.  The colors of a violent
storm.  Interlaced between the darker colors were strands of gold, orange, and
yellow.  Warm, safe colors calming a fierce tempest.

Propped against the canvas is a note in Viggo's handwriting.

"We want different things.  Please understand."

Orlando sinks to his knees, no longer able to stop the tears.

~~*~~

TBC in "Extinguished"  Coming Soon...


(Note: One line is directly lifted from Queer As Folk UK. Thanks Russell T
Davis.)