Posted: November 2003
Title: Accidental Witness
Author: Decadence
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Viggo, Orli
Warnings: Graphic slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my name, an ATV and a bunch of college debt. I have no idea how Viggo or Orlando live their private lives.
Summary: Written for the Viggorously November challenge – Viggo and Orlando get caught.

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Peter flipped the lights off in his office as he pulled the door shut, locking it behind him. It was the end of the first week of reshoots for Return of the King and things were going smoothly. Even after three years apart, the fellowship still had chemistry and camaraderie to spare.

Walking across the parking lot toward his car, his gaze swept over the empty lot one last time. To Peter, this felt like tucking his child in at night. He unlocked his car and sat down, turning the key in the ignition. As his motor turned, he noticed that there was a light on in the makeup trailer. He shrugged it off, thinking someone had simply left the light on. As he turned his head preparing to back out of the spot he saw a shadow cross in front of the window on the door of the trailer.

Resigning himself to a little late night investigating, Peter pulled a can of pepper spray out of the glove box of his car and switched his car off. He picked his way carefully across the gravels, quietly approaching the trailer. Two shadows were briefly outlined on the blinds covering the small window. Peter climbed the stairs and wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. He twisted it as slowly and as silently as humanly possible. Cracking the door open a fraction of an inch, he peered into the trailer. Peter Jackson actually squeaked for the first time in his life.

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The set was empty as Viggo and Orlando made their way back to the makeup trailer. Because of some late shots for Pelennor Field that Peter wanted to get done today, they were the last ones through wardrobe and they now headed toward makeup to get their wigs, and in Orlando's case – ears – removed. As they walked through the gathering darkness, Orlando moved closer to Viggo, catching his hand and swinging their linked hands between them as they walked. The ‘thing' that was between them was as old as their acquaintance, but the relationship was still relatively young.

Sparks had flown from the moment they met. Over the months that were spent in New Zealand, a strong bond of friendship formed between them. Orlando would cheer Viggo up after a short visit from Henry would leave him melancholy and longing for home. Viggo was there for Orlando when his girlfriend left New Zealand after telling him she wasn't coming back to him…ever. They had been each other's rock – each other's strength. They were each other's confidant.

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Things had all changed in New York in December 2002, at the Two Towers premiere. From the moment Viggo spotted Orlando as he walked down the red carpet, he felt something important, something vital, had changed. Orlando had changed. Where he had once appeared to be a shy, self-conscious boy, he now appeared to be a bold, confident man. His hair, which had been shaved into a Mohawk in New Zealand, now hung in long, sun-kissed curls that were gathered at the nape of his neck. His skin glowed golden in the bright burst of flashbulbs. His once boisterous style of dress was subdued, tamed into a passable black suit. Viggo was amazed at the change. He was regretful also. He had liked the ‘old' Orlando. In fact, in the time since New Zealand, he had realized exactly how much he liked Orlando.

At the end of the red carpet, Orlando had grabbed him, wrapping his long arms tightly around him. As their foreheads touched, their eyes met and Viggo realized exactly what had changed. The change was Viggo wanted the relationship to evolve into something deeper than friendship.

Orlando was still the same. His brown eyes gazed uncertainly into Viggo's stormy ones, a question shining in them. His furrowed brow spoke of vulnerability. Viggo saw the question and answered with a smile. Orlando's smile was blinding as he squeezed Viggo tighter, whispering ‘tonight' in his ear.

They sat beside each other in the theatre where Orlando fidgeted in his seat. He could feel the heat radiating off of the older man's body. As he sat there in the dark next to Viggo, he began to nervously bounce his leg, enjoying the friction of his leg rubbing against Viggo's…of cloth against cloth. He continued fidgeting until a warm hand landed heavily on his thigh and a roughly whispered ‘relax' ghosted fleetingly into his ear. Well after the memory of the whispered word left his ear, the hand remained, thumb gently rubbing across the texture of his pants, an intimate link in the darkness. Orlando stopped fidgeting.

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The after party was torture for Viggo. As excited as Orlando had been in the theatre, he seemed calm now, mingling with the crowd and accepting compliments for his work as Legolas. Viggo's eyes watched Orlando throughout the night, a possessive weight that the younger man felt and enjoyed.

As the night wore on, Viggo and Orlando eventually ended up on the balcony of the suite. Orlando walked through the open doors to find Viggo, hands dug deep in his pockets, shivering lightly, breath frosting as he spoke softly. ‘You can't see the stars in New York Orlando.'

Orlando moved to the rail of the balcony, looking down to see the cars moving slowly through the busy streets before raising his eyes to the sky. ‘Yeah. It's not New Zealand, is it?' Viggo turned toward Orlando and smiled.

‘New Zealand was special. There was so much beauty to be seen everywhere. All I had to do was open my heart and eyes to be overwhelmed.' Viggo's voice shook slightly as he shivered.

‘Let's get you inside, old man. You look blue. I don't think Peter could market an Aragorn Popsicle.' Orlando chuckled as Viggo shot him a jokingly threatening glare.

‘I don't want to go back inside. I don't want to deal with everyone anymore. I can't think with all of the noise in there.' Viggo said as he rocked from foot to foot, trying to warm up.

‘I know somewhere we can go that's quieter. Follow me.' Orlando tugged the hem of Viggo's suit jacket, pulling him back toward the party.

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Orlando had led Viggo through the party, saying goodbyes as they went through the crowd. He had pulled Viggo along behind him into the elevator, punching in a number before leaning back against the polished wall. He stood there with his hips cocked forward, one shoulder against the brass of the wall, smiling at Viggo.

Viggo reached out and ran a fingertip from Orlando's ear to the point of his chin. ‘How long Orlando?' He moved closer to Orli, stopping to stand in front of him, almost touching the younger man.

‘Since New Zealand.' Orlando's breath wafted across Viggo's lips as he answered the question. Their eyes locked. They were so close to kissing. All Orlando needed to do was lift his chin a little and it would happen. Gathering his courage, knowing it would change everything, he raised his head slightly, his lips barely brushing Viggo's. A sigh escaped Viggo's lips and he closed his eyes, preparing to return the kiss when the elevator dinged. They moved apart quickly as the doors opened. ‘This is my floor, Viggo.'

Viggo followed Orlando to a door midway down the hall. Orlando fumbled with his key card for a moment before he opened the door. Swinging the door open wide, he gestured for Viggo to come on in.

Viggo walked through the door, chuckling at the mess Orlando had managed to make in such a short time. ‘I see that your cleaning habits remain unchanged elf boy.'

‘At least I have impeccable personal hygiene habits you filthy human. That's what really matters.' Orlando joked back at Viggo.

Viggo reached out and grasped Orlando's arm, pulling the slender young man toward himself. When he was close enough, he buried his nose into the crook of Orlando's neck. He inhaled deeply, smelling soap and Orlando. ‘You certainly smell good.' He whispered against the warm skin he nuzzled.

Viggo felt a giggle rumbling from inside Orlando's chest and through his neck. ‘That tickles.' He poked Viggo in the ribs, causing the older man to straighten up quickly. He backed away from Viggo, toward the bed. Viggo stepped forward at the same time, matching him step for step. When Orlando's legs met the edge of the bed and he could go no further, Viggo attacked him, running his hands mercilessly over Orlando's sides.

Hoping to escape the attack, Orlando dropped backwards on the bed, giggling and squirming, but Viggo followed, falling over top of Orlando. They struggled on the bed for several long moments, enjoying the laughter and closeness.

Sobering slightly, Orlando looked up at Viggo. Viggo's eyes were sparkling with laughter. Orlando reached up and placed his hand on the back of Viggo's neck, pulling him down before lifting his own head and meeting Viggo's lips in a kiss.

Viggo's lips were soft as Orlando traced his tongue over them. Viggo groaned and Orlando took advantage of the opportunity, sliding his tongue into Viggo's mouth to tangle with his own. Viggo opened his mouth wider, inviting Orlando inside. Their tongues slid together as their lips nipped and pulled at each other's mouth. The kiss went on and on, until the need for air drove them apart.

Viggo rested his forehead on Orlando's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as the younger man tried to get his breathing back under control. After catching his breath, Viggo raised his lips to suckle on Orlando's neck. As Orli began to twist under him, he raised his hands and placed them on Orlando's chest, trying to still him.

Orlando settled down and Viggo slid his hands to the buttons on Orli's dark shirt, slipping them free one by one. Orlando pushed Viggo's suit jacket off and clutched at his shoulders as Viggo continued to trail kisses down the skin that was being exposed by his actions.

Somehow, through his haze of desire, Orlando managed to undo Viggo's shirt and soon both men were topless, skin rubbing against skin as they tried to get closer yet. Viggo pulled himself from a whimpering Orlando to stand up.

‘Orli – before we take this any farther, I just want you to know that this isn't just a one-time thing for me. I've wanted you since New Zealand…' Orlando rose up onto his knees and silenced Viggo with a kiss.

‘I love you Viggo. I want you…I need you…please…' Orlando pressed himself against Viggo, reaching between them to undo Viggo's belt and pants. He slid his hands around Viggo, down beneath the waistband of his pants, cupping his cheeks and pulling him hard against himself.

Orlando could feel Viggo's erection pressed against his stomach as he wrapped his lips around a lightly furred nipple. He sucked teasingly at the hardening flesh, swirling his tongue around one before moving to the other. Feeling a draft, he realized that Viggo had undone his pants and pushed them and his boxers down around his knees.

Viggo pushed Orlando back onto the bed, pulling his trousers and underwear and socks the rest of the way off. As Orlando lay bashfully on the bed, Viggo let his eyes sweep over the actuality of what he had pictured so many times in his mind. He quickly pulled the rest of his clothes off and moved to lie on the bed next to Orlando.

‘I've loved you for a long time now Orlando.' Viggo gasped as Orli's hand found his erection and began stroking it. ‘You were part of what made New Zealand such a beautiful p-place.' Viggo's voice caught as Orlando's hand began to move faster on him. Sweet strokes punctuated with firm tugs and subtle twists that had him writhing in the younger man's hands.

Orlando sealed his lips over Viggo's, drinking in the older man's moans as he brought him closer and closer to the brink. Viggo's hips began thrusting and Orlando continued to stroke. On the upstroke he would swirl his thumb around the crown of Viggo's cock. On the down stroke he would squeeze and twist lightly. He swallowed Viggo's groan as the older man released into his hand.

Viggo lay beside Orlando, panting and trying to catch his breath. He turned his head to the side, noticing the state Orlando was in. His beautiful golden skin was flushed with arousal, his proud flesh jutted from a nest of black curls, weeping for attention. Viggo's blood began to boil at the sight. Making up his mind, he whispered, ‘Orlando – I want you inside me.'

Orlando lay there in a daze for a moment or two. Seeing Viggo come was sexy as hell, and now Viggo whispered in that sinful voice of his that he wanted Orlando inside of him. Raising questioning eyes to Viggo's, he saw an answering trust in the stormy depths. He lowered his still damp hand between Viggo's thighs. Moving his fingertip in a slow circle around the small puckered entrance to Viggo's body, he gently pushed inside, stopping when muscles gripped him tightly.

‘Are you okay Viggo?' Orlando didn't want to hurt Viggo at any cost. He continued to move his finger carefully, inserting it fully before pulling it back out.

‘Feels odd, but okay Orli. Go on.' Viggo had his eyes shut and Orlando couldn't tell if he was in pain or not. He worked the finger in and out several times before the muscles felt loose enough to add a second finger. It took all of the patience he had in him to prepare Viggo slowly and not just simply sink into him, but he wanted to make this good for Viggo.

Eventually, Orlando was able to add a third finger. He scissored them around, stretching the guardian muscle until Viggo gasped. While stretching his passage, Orlando had found Viggo's prostate. He rubbed against it experimentally a few more times, trying to memorize its location. Viggo began to buck his hips against Orlando's hand.

Viggo opened his eyes as Orlando removed his fingers from his body. Orli scooped the come off of Viggo's stomach and smeared it on his own erection. Placing his hands under Viggo's thighs, he pulled them up and out, spreading Viggo to his eyes and body. The older man looked so devastatingly sexy and fuckable.

Orli placed the tip of his cock at Viggo's entrance and leaned over him, placing a hand on either side of Viggo's chest. Pushing himself upward, Orlando felt a slight give and then excruciating pressure gripped his cock. He closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the muscles in Viggo's body relax once more, allowing him to slide completely in.

‘Oh god Viggo – you feel so good – so tight…' Orlando almost chanted, trying to take his mind off of the instinct to thrust.

‘Move Orlando – I want to feel you.' Viggo urged. Orlando pulled back and began a steady rhythm. As he pulled and pushed, he felt his pleasure building, multiplying. He angled his thrusts to brush the spot he had found earlier and Viggo almost shot off of the mattress.

‘Harder Orli – more – harder…' Viggo was chanting as Orlando increased the rhythm of his thrusts. He pounded into Viggo, brushing his prostate with every stroke. As Orlando continued his thrusts, he lowered his head, putting his all into giving Viggo as much pleasure as he could. As he watched, Viggo's cock swelled even larger – tighter – twitching before erupting, shooting milky white fluid over his stomach.

As Viggo came, his muscles began clenching, milking along Orlando's cock, buried deep inside him. Two, four, five more thrusts and Orlando came as well, shooting his seed deep within his lover's body.

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That had been almost six months ago. Orlando and Viggo hadn't had much time to be together since then. Orlando had been busy filming Pirates of the Caribbean. Viggo had been busy filming Hidalgo. Despite the distance – love continued to blossom between the two.

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Arriving in the makeup trailer, Kayce helped Viggo remove his wig. ‘Okay Viggo – you can go now.'

‘I'll wait for Orlando. We rode together.' Viggo smiled at the young girl. ‘Just take his wig off and you can go. I think that between the two of us we can manage removing the ears.' Kayce readily accepted their offer. She too was tired and ready to go home. With Aragorn and Legolas' hair resting safely on a shelf, she left the men behind.

Viggo walked to stand behind Orlando where he sat in a makeup chair, facing a mirror. ‘I thought we'd never get any time alone.' He traced his finger along Orlando's fake ear tip.

‘I know. Who knew the Hobbits could be so demanding? You'd think they were starving for attention or something.' Orlando closed his eyes as Viggo went to work removing the ear tips. Soon the tips were gone and Viggo had even managed to get all of the glue out of his ears.

Orlando giggled as Viggo leaned down to swipe his tongue along the shell of his ear. He made a face and Orli laughed. ‘I bet it tastes like cleanser, doesn't it?'

Viggo stuck his tongue out and made a small gagging sound. Catching sight of him in the mirror, Orlando stood quickly and turned around. He wrapped his lips around the end of Viggo's tongue, drawing it into his mouth. As their lips met, he groaned. Viggo moved around the chair, pushing Orlando against the counter in front of the mirror.

The kiss grew stronger and more passionate and they were soon pulling at each other's clothes. Viggo yanked Orlando's jeans down and off while Orland unbuttoned and unzipped Viggo's jeans, pushing them down to mid-thigh.

Viggo pulled Orlando up onto the edge of the counter and pulled his legs apart. He dipped his fingers into an open jar of face cream, reaching between Orlando's thighs and spreading it around the opening there, inserting one finger to lubricate inside. At the same time, Orlando smeared the cream over Viggo's cock.

Pulling Orlando to the very edge of the counter, Viggo moved closer and slid inside Orlando with one smooth thrust. Orlando gasped at the feeling of being so full. The pain was slight, but it gave way to pleasure quickly once Viggo began thrusting into him.

Orlando wrapped his legs around Viggo's waist as Viggo pounded him against the mirrored wall. Viggo reached down to stroke Orlando's arousal and with a few strokes, he came, gasping as Viggo continued to thrust. He heard a squeak and looked at the door just as Viggo thrust into him one last time, groaning loudly and filling him inside with hot semen.

‘Peter…' he sputtered as he tried to hide behind Viggo. What a sight they must make. Him, lying against a mirror having just been fucked by Viggo, whose ass was hanging out of his jeans still.

‘Don't worry about it guys. I've had the feeling that this was bound to happen sooner or later. Just do me a favor, all right? Keep this under wraps until after the premiere of Return of the King?' Peter turned and closed the door behind him, leaving them in privacy.

Both men sat there staring into each other's eyes for a moment before they burst into laughter.

As Peter walked away from the trailer, he could hear laughter – the sound of love.

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THE END

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