Closer

Closer

Posted: April 2005
Title: Closer
Author: Dane
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Viggo, Orlando/Colin Farrell, Colin Farrell/Jared Leto
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All this is fake. And don't bother to sue. I'm broke.
Warnings: Angst
Summary: This ficlet was somewhat inspired by the movie of the same name. I watched it recently and found myself glued by it like a voyeur that didn't want to be there.

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It was one of those typical Hollywood parties where I would be surrounded by people, talking loud and raunchy, and you would be also surrounded; only you would be drinking and cussing up a storm. You'd be beside your latest obsession while I stood faithfully beside my lover.

I eyed your flavor of the month and was surprised that this one wasn't discarded with last week's garbage. Apparently, you gained some fidelity during our long months since we last saw each other. I'm not sure if I like him. Him with his long straight hair and piercing blue eyes that nagged at the soul.

Why is he still with you?

Surely he knows that you are a disloyal being, unable to stay faithful with one person for any length of time. I should know. You left me when you made 'The Recruit' for some floozy in a cheap red skirt. Male or female, doesn't matter. As long as you're titillated, you are always the first to leave.

But I know one thing and you're doing it as predictably as I think about it.

I am your temptation. Your Caramel. Your Cinnamon. Your Chocolate. The proverbial forbidden fruit.

The sad thing about that fact is that you are the same way to me.

When we are together, it's like an insidious intoxication of rotten sugar. What we have is great, but in the long run it's going to destroy us. I know you don't love me. I don't either, but we're attracted to each other like reluctant magnets. I don't want to be with you. Hell, I don't want to be anywhere within the general vicinity of you, but I desire you like no other. Not like my past relations. Not like my Viggo. What we have is an addiction to each other's bodies. We crave each other's sweat, blood, semen, breathe, and maybe a little bit of spirit. It seems parasitic in nature. And if I look a little closer, maybe a little something desperate.

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I see someone looking at you with an intensity of a billion suns. Those eyes are coveting what they cannot have this very moment. I should be happy that someone is jealous of what I am to you, but I'm not. I know we have something intense going on, but who knows when it will end.

When I first met you, it was definitely not love at first sight. It was something more akin to lust and it reached deep inside of me that if I burst into flames now, it wouldn't be a surprise. I wanted you. You wanted me. It was a simple arrangement that suited us. Convenient too, considering that we played lovers in that film. We certainly acted like lovers on the set, especially on those long, hot desert nights in Morocco. It was strange that I was the more worldly individual between the two of us yet I was naïve when it came to our passions. You confuse me and sometimes I feel like I'm the one being snowed in this relationship just by being with you. I'm not stupid. I know the inevitable will come. You will leave me, but I will stay until then.

The guy with curly brown hair is still looking at you like a toy in a window that he cannot buy. I don't blame him. But the blonde man beside him gives me pause. He is obviously torn between wanting to drag him out of this bar or coming over here to pound the living daylights out of you, Colin. I don't blame him either. Admittedly, there are days when you are so infuriating that I wanted to kill you myself. Today happens to be one of them.

I see you eyeing him now and I'm suddenly fighting back my tears. You want him. Its not obvious, but if you look a little closer, you can see it.

Him or me. Until then, I will stay.

*****

It's not noticeable what you are doing, but it still makes me angry. The man you are looking at is nothing but a slutty bastard. You deserve more than him.

What I want to do right now is to get you out of this fake, pretentious place and fuck you senseless on the unmade bed in your hotel room. That or kick that shithead into the curb and beat him into a pulp. I know better, of course. It's the curse that comes only with the blessings of being who we are. We are obligated to what movie we have made. We have to maintain appearances. You hate it. I loath it. But what can we do? It's part of our profession as actors.

The young guy beside the bastard is who I pity the most in this pit of snakes. He will get hurt. I know he will. I can see it already. A little closer and I could see the unshed tears fighting to well up. The boy is good at hide himself. But that will not be enough. That Irish bastard is not content with what he has and this will hurt him. It will not kill him but at least it will make him stronger, if not more resilient.

Whatever it takes, my angel, I will save you from his toxic touch. You think I don't know about your trysts with him. Sometimes, I think you give me too little credit. As long as I'm around you will not be swayed by his false promises.

You are mine, Orlando. I hope you remember that.

*****

What a lovely couple. God, I hate them. Well, I truly hate Viggo, but not you my sweet delicious Orlando.

I miss your touch. I miss licking you in places that normal people would blush at the mere thought of. I miss glazing over your caramel skin. I miss tasting your essence, your spunk. If I think about it hard enough, I can still feel it on my tongue, swirling its unique flavor. I lust for your arse. I carve for your cock. I'm in deep need to bite your nipples until they hurt. I'm desperate for an hour so that I may remind you of my prick sliding in and out of you, while you scream my name and God's.

Jesus, I want you.

Too bad that Jared isn't like you. I can truly fall in love with him, if it weren't for this nagging desire to be with you, to be in you. I know I have no feelings for you other than the clear obvious, but what can I do? I want you; simple as that.

Bloody Hell! You are temptation and you know it.

Just remember, when you are free, I will be there. After all, aren't we a perverted pair of pillocks? We deserve each other. Its in our blood, our chemistry.

Maybe if you were a little closer, I would taunt your caveman and make him blow his top. I'm good for a bar fight. And maybe some illegal, vicious, adulterous sex later on.

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THE END

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