Title: White Light 
Author: Mysse 
Email: Mystique_1115@yahoo.com 
URL: www.livejournal.com/users/mysse 
Rated: NC-17 
Genre: RPS  
Status: Complete 
Disclaimer: I'm not making any claims, none of this ever happened, yada 
yada yada 
Summary: Viggo takes care of Orlando after Sala's display of spontaneous 
voilent love. 
Author's Notes: This was inspired by the "White Light" story from the 
TTT:EE DVD. Go easy on me - this is my first slash story. 
 
 
 
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"Don't be surprised if I stab Sala with an arrow tomorrow," my boyfriend 
mumbles from under the ice pack I'm holding against his head. 
 
"Love, I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you." Leaning down to nip at his ear 
I mumble how fragile the Mirkwood elves seem to be and am rewarded 
with a none-to-gentle pinch. "I told him he'd have to break you in slowly." 
 
"Like you did?" he whispers huskily and I feel my cock twitch. Fuck, one 
day his voice will be the death of me. "You broke me in nice and slow, 
didn't you, Viggo?" He's rolling his hips now, brushing our denim covered 
erections together with each movement. 
 
"Orli..." I manage to hiss, "what are you doing?" He stills for a moment 
and tosses the ice pack aside. His soft brown eyes are glittering with 
unguarded lust. 
 
"I'm trying to get you to fuck me, Vig." 
 
Holy Christ 
 
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, dipping my head and running my tongue 
along the freckle near his pulse point. His broken whimpers spur me on as 
I quickly remove clothing from us both before climbing fully on top of 
him. My hand brushes something cold and I remember that I brought 
Andúril inside when we got home. Grabbing the sword before either of us 
are skewered with it I cross the room and place it carefully on the dresser. 
 
"Whenever you and your precious weapon are finished, I'm getting cold 
over here," Orli taunts. He's spread across our bed now, legs wide open, 
stroking himself slowly. Seeing him like this, aroused and unashamed, 
makes me remember the first time we were together; when I did indeed 
break him in slowly. He'd been so hesitant then, so scared of making a 
mistake. 
 
"What are you thinking about?" Orli questions, bringing me back to the 
present. 
 
"You," I murmur, climbing slowly back up my lover's body. I pause to 
kiss his sun tattoo and he arches against me. 
 
"What about me?"  
 
That voice should be illegal, as should the wonderful things his hand is 
doing to my weeping erection. "I was thinking about the first time we 
made love," I tell him while wrapping my hand around his cock, matching 
his leisurely rhythm. 
 
He hums softly, a small smile curving his delicious lips. "I'm almost glad I 
nearly drowned that day. Otherwise you might never have told me how 
you felt about me." 
 
"You scared the shit out of me, Orli. All I saw was you going under and 
not coming back up." My voice is shaking now and his arms come around 
me - soothing me. "Once you were safe all I could think was how I'd 
almost lost you without telling you how much- how much I love you." I 
lean my forehead gently against his. "I love you, Orlando." 
 
"Show me," he whispers, "show me." 
 
Bracing one hand on either side of his head I lean down and capture his 
lips in a searing kiss. His mouth opens under mine and together we 
explore the familiar territory. When I finally tear my lips away his face is 
flushed with need and more beautiful than ever. "You want me to fuck 
you, Orli?" 
 
"Yes," he keens, "yes, Viggo, please." 
 
Reaching over I fling open the bedside cabinet and grab the lube. Before I 
can make another move Orli takes the small tube from me, opens it and 
coats my cock with the cool gel. I can't help but close my eyes, leaning 
into his feather-light touch. "Orli... stop that or this will be over before it 
starts." 
 
He leans back with a glint in his eyes. "We wouldn't want that." 
 
"No, indeed." I swirl two fingers lightly over my erection before pushing 
the slick digits into his waiting body. He's so tight around me that I can't 
help but groan. Curling my fingers a little I brush over his sensitive 
prostate again and again. Before long he's writhing under me, breathy 
moans mixed with my name spilling from his lips. 
 
"Now, Viggo. I need you inside me. I'm ready." 
 
I remove my fingers and he whimpers a little at the loss. Positioning 
myself at the tight entrance to his body, I lean down to kiss him. I swallow 
his cries of passion as I slide in until I'm fully sheathed within him. 
 
"Viggo..." he breathes. "Move... please." 
 
I can't deny him. I never could. I thrust slowly at first, setting a pace I 
know is maddening. After a few moments I shift his hips and change the 
angle to brush over his prostate. 
 
"Oh, Viggo! Holy fuck!" Orli reaches down and grasps himself, stroking 
hard with every thrust of my cock inside him. Within minutes we're both 
breathless and moaning constantly. 
 
Knocking his hand away I take over his strokes, pumping him hard, 
begging him through my touch to come for me. "Orli," I gasp, "I'm close. 
Come for me baby... please... come *with* me." 
 
He's screaming in ecstasy now, his beautiful eyes almost black with desire, 
and one more firm stroke is all it takes for him to fall off the edge, calling 
my name as he spills over my hand. "I love you, Viggo," he cries, and I'm 
gone. My release hits me hard and I let out a guttural moan before 
collapsing on top of my spent lover. 
 
I swim back to reality only when I realize that I must be crushing him. I 
roll off to the side and turn, immediately taking his pliant body into my 
arms. We're a sticky, sweaty mess, but neither of us care. 
 
"I do love you, Viggo," he murmurs on the edge of sleep. "So much." 
 
He's asleep before I can answer, but it doesn't matter. He knows I love 
him. He knows I always will. 
 
 
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~Mysse 
November 21, 2003