The Ghost Of Christmas Past

The Ghost Of Christmas Past

Posted: January 2005
Title: The Ghost of Christmas Past
Author: Decadence
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All a figment of my imagination as a gift for taintedlove77 for the VO_Xmas Secret Santa Swap
Beta: The wonderful sam_erotica (Love ya!)
Summary: Exorcising the ghosts of Christmas Past.

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December 1999

Laughter rang out through the crowd that was gathered at Peter Jackson's house. This would be the first Christmas they would celebrate with their new 'family', but it definitely wouldn't be the last. Friendships had already been made as the cast and crew had come together back in October.

Viggo Mortensen sat apart from the main crowd. He was still fairly new here, as he had only arrived two weeks ago. Everyone had tried to make him feel as if he was one of the gang, and he had to give them credit - he did feel welcome and he had already made several new friends.

Viggo wasn't trying to be antisocial as he sat alone. It was just his way to watch his friends in action. He especially enjoyed watching them when they were this happy. His smile grew as he studied the smiles on the faces of his new friends. His mood was only slightly dampened as he was reminded of the reason he enjoyed watching the others so much.

Viggo Mortensen kept a part of himself locked away from everyone else. A part that no one - not even his ex-wife or his son, Henry - knew about. As a result of this secret, Viggo didn't get too close to any one person. Oh, he made friends - and good friends at that - but he never pursued anything beyond friendship with anyone, no matter how attractive he might be.

Viggo chuckled as he realized how that last thought would sound if he spoke it aloud. 'No matter how attractive he might be.' This was Viggo's secret...the one he kept hidden from everyone. He simply wasn't attracted to females - the supposedly 'fairer' sex - any longer. And so, in order to protect the ordered normality of his son's life - and at risk of his own happiness and sanity - Viggo kept everyone at a safe distance, no matter how hard they tried to get closer to him.

His smile turned slightly bitter for a moment before his new friends pulled him into the party.

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Orlando straightened his elf hat - of the North Pole variety - on his head before opening the door and making his grand entrance. "Alright everybody, the party can officially start now!"

Sean Bean almost choked on his beer when he caught sight of Orlando's hat. "Hey elf - you're a little tall for a hat like that, aren't you?"

Orlando merely stuck his tongue out at Sean before scanning the room. There he was - and off in a corner by himself, too. Orlando grinned before plunging both hands in his pockets and heading toward the man he was attracted to.

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Viggo smiled as Orlando headed his way. Orlando Bloom was an exceptionally friendly young man who seemed to have the entire cast at his beck and call with just the slightest flutter of those dark eyelashes and a miniscule protrusion of that sinfully ripe lower lip. Viggo groaned inwardly as he realized the direction his thoughts had taken.

"Hey, Vig. Watcha doin'?" Orlando stood in front of Viggo, hands in his pockets. He refused Viggo's offer to take a seat. "Like my hat?"

Viggo studied the hat for a moment before cracking a smile, "What's the deal with that hat, anyway?"

Orlando just grinned back at him. "I'm just trying to foster a little Christmas magic." He shuffled his feet nervously for a moment before asking, "Where's Sean?"

Viggo glanced around, locating Sean at the bar that had been set up on the other side of the room. "At the bar. You want me to get him?" When he looked at Orlando again, he no longer stood with his hands in his pockets. In fact, he was wringing his hands.

"Speaking of magic, Vig, look at that," he inclined his head toward the candle sconce that hung on the wall above Viggo's head - the previously undecorated candle sconce that now supported a beribboned bunch of mistletoe. "Looks like Santa's elves have been busy." He lowered himself to sit in the chair next to Viggo's.

"Can I kiss you, Viggo?"

Viggo found himself leaning toward the expectant face in front of him. Soft lips barely touched his as the younger man met him halfway. He backed away as a tentative tongue swept across his lips.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled the minty sigh Orlando released as he realized this was as far as things would proceed tonight.

Orlando stood and faced Viggo. Breaking into a disappointed smile, the young man whispered, "Thank you, Viggo."

Surprised, Viggo asked, "For what?"

Orlando turned and began to walk away as he answered, "For humoring a fool."

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Over the course of the next few months, things progressed as planned for filming. Sean Bean finished his scenes and left, leaving Orlando and Viggo to share a trailer. A tentative friendship was forged between the two, but Viggo often lamented Sean's absence when the silence between his questions and Orlando's answers seemed too long.

"I miss Bean." Viggo sighed, yet again, as his makeup was removed.

Orlando's shoulders stiffened as his wig was removed. "Yeah - I can tell, Viggo." He tilted his head to allow the makeup artist to remove his ears. "You say so every day, several times each day."

Viggo gulped as he watched Orlando flex his graceful neck to make the makeup artist's job easier. The young man was beautiful. Viggo had often wished that he had thrown caution to the wind and had taken what Orlando had offered him last Christmas.

He sighed resignedly as he realized what he needed to do. He needed to call Exene and Henry. He needed to talk to his family about the implications of his feelings. He needed to gain their acceptance before he could accept it himself.

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Thanksgiving break found Henry in New Zealand, spending time with his father on the beach. "I can't believe it's so warm here in November," he marveled.

He glanced sideways at his dad when he received only a grunt in reply. "Dad, is something bothering you?"

Viggo turned to face his son - his only child - with a serious look on his face. "Henry - remember when we talked before about people being different?" At Henry's nod, he continued. "About how some people fall in love with people of their own sex?"

"Like Ian?" Henry asked.

Viggo nodded. "Yeah - like Ian." He swallowed nervously as he watched his son's reaction. "Henry...I think I might be like Ian."

Henry's eyes widened slightly for a moment before he turned to watch the waves once more. "Oh." His throat worked a few times before he turned back to his father. "I guess that's okay then."

A tear of relief slid from Viggo's eye as he placed his arms around his son. As he squeezed Henry, he heard a muffled, "Dad? Can I ask you a question?"

Viggo pulled back and searched his son's eyes. "Sure. Anything, Henry. You know that."

"Have you already fallen in love?" His son asked quietly.

It was Viggo's turn to stare at the advancing and receding waves as he thought on how to answer. Finally, "Yeah. I think I have."

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Orlando glanced up from the script he was studying when the trailer door opened with a bang. Cocking an eyebrow, he asked Viggo, "Trying to make an entrance?"

Viggo grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. The wind ripped the door out of my hand. It's really starting to storm. I think Peter's going to call filming off for the rest of the week."

Orlando straightened in his seat. "Really? But that means no more filming until after Christmas."

"Yeah. You going home?" Viggo began to remove the beaten duster that he wore as part of his costume. "Got big plans for seeing your family?"

Slumping back into the seat, Orlando's face darkened. "Nah. There wasn't time to get home and back. Wish I'd known about this a week ago. I could have scheduled a flight home."

"Can't you get one this late?" Viggo sat on the sofa, unfastening his boots. "If you call the airport, there might be a flight to London."

" Wouldn't do any good. Mum and Sam decided to go on vacation since I couldn't come home this year." He lowered his head, picking at a loose thread on his jeans.

Walking to Orlando's side, Viggo knelt beside the younger man. "You want to spend Christmas with me, Orlando?"

Orlando tilted his head to look at Viggo's face. Seeing the sincerity in the older man's features, his mouth quirked into a smile. "Sure."

Viggo stood up and stretched. "Let me change out of this costume and we'll head to your house for your stuff."

" My stuff?"

"Yeah. Your stuff. Unless you plan on spending the week at my house in those clothes." Viggo unlaced his shirt and pulled it over his head before turning his back to Orlando.

Orlando gulped as he watched the muscles move underneath the smooth skin of Viggo's back. "Guess not."

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Orlando drove home more carefully than he ever had. It might have had something to do with the fact that Viggo was following him home. He still couldn't believe that the other man had invited him to spend Christmas at his house. He was anxious to spend time with Viggo, but at the same time, he dreaded being alone with him. Since that disastrous kiss last Christmas, his feelings had only grown stronger. He had tried to purge Viggo from his mind and heart with the attentions of others, but he could never carry through when things advanced to a deeper stage of intimacy.

Now he was preparing to invite Viggo into his home while he packed for the next week. He hurried to the door and unlocked it, standing there nervously as Viggo walked toward him. " Uhm...come in." He swung the door open and gestured to the sofa. "Have a seat. Don't mind the mess...I'm not a neat freak."

Viggo chuckled as he sat down. "No kidding. Maybe I should be calling you 'Filthy Elf'."

Orlando stuck his tongue out at Viggo before heading back the hallway toward his bedroom. He set a bag on his bed and roughly folded a few pairs of jeans and sweats and some shirts into it. He threw in a few pairs of boxers and socks before his hands landed on the objects in the bottom of his underwear drawer. He froze for a moment before shoving the items in the bottom of his bag. Stopping in the bathroom on his way through, he grabbed his personal toiletries, adding them to his bag.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."

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They rode together in silence to Viggo's house. As Viggo pulled into the driveway, he turned to Orlando. "I'm really pleased that you decided to stay with me for Christmas." It may have been Orlando's imagination, but he could have sworn that Viggo placed extra emphasis on the word 'me'.

Viggo led Orlando into the house, taking him straight to the extra bedroom. Folding the quilt back, he fluffed the pillow before turning to Orlando. "You should be comfortable here. Make yourself at home. Let me know if there's anything else you need." Leaving Orlando standing at the bed, he paused in the doorway, "You should have time to get settled in before dinner."

Orlando stared at the empty doorway. His thoughts were jumbled as he tried to figure out why Viggo had invited him here for Christmas. Was it more than simply wanting company for the holidays? If last Christmas was any indication, Viggo had no feelings for Orlando. As he began to unpack his bags, he pondered the situation. Viggo didn't feel sorry for him, did he? God, he hoped not. The last thing he wanted from Viggo was pity.

His face flushed as he reached the items in the bottom of his bag. With careful hands, attempting to be as quiet as possible, he slid the bedside table drawer open and stashed the items. He felt foolish for bringing them. Why would he need them here? They'd be just as well off at home, collecting dust in his underwear drawer.

Oh well. He could always hope.

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Dinner was a wonderful concoction of pasta and chicken served with buttery, flaky rolls. A nice glass - or two - of wine had done wonders for relaxing the tense atmosphere in the kitchen.

Viggo sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. "Feels good to be in good company, for once."

The tension in Orlando's body snapped back into place quickly. " Viggo - I'm sorry to ask this...blame it on the wine, if you want to - but is that all I am to you? Good company?"

Viggo sat back up and reached across the table for Orlando's hand. "Company? No." He tried to hold on to Orlando's hand as it was torn from his grasp. "Not just good company...I need to apologize to you, Orlando."

Orlando's eyes were glassy as he faced Viggo. "Apologize for what?"

"For the way I treated you last year. I realize that I was cruel in pushing you away at Christmas." Viggo tried to explain, but Orlando would hear none of it.

Rising to his feet, Orlando calmly stated, "Save your pity for someone who needs it, Viggo." He turned and walked straight to the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

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A soft tapping on the door interrupted Orlando's self-pity party. He whispered, "Come in," just before the door opened.

It nearly broke Viggo's heart to see what he had done to his young friend. The man that he had come to enjoy spending time with looked broken as he sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

Kneeling in front of Orlando, he placed his palm against the soft planes of the weeping man's face. " Orlando - look at me." When sad brown eyes rose to meet his, he continued, "I don't pity you, Orlando. I love you."

He watched the confusion in the brown eyes give way to understanding. "But why?"

"I'm sorry?" Viggo wasn't sure what Orlando was asking.

"Why did you push me away last year?" Orlando ducked his head again as he asked the question.

Viggo pulled Orlando's face up once more. "Because I was a fool. I was in denial. I was an idiot. Take your pick." He chuckled as he saw a small smile flit across Orlando's face. "I finally decided to accept my fate."

He lowered his head and captured Orlando's lips. Angling his head, he moved his lips gently against Orlando's closed mouth. Applying light suction, Viggo nipped at Orlando's lower lip, pulling it into the heat of his mouth. A deep sigh shuddered through Orlando's body as he opened his mouth to Viggo's caresses; a tentative tongue tracing the seam of Viggo's lips as Orlando began to return the kiss.

Viggo slid his tongue alongside Orlando's, tasting the tang of the wine they had drank at dinner combined with a sweetness that was all Orlando. It was a heady mixture that made him drunk with the depth of the feelings he felt for his young co-star. He groaned when Orlando sucked his tongue into his mouth, pulling on it rhythmically as he clutched Viggo closer to him.

Answering Orlando's need for closeness, Viggo pushed the younger man back onto the bed, laying himself on top of the writhing body as jolts shot through him at the contact of their groins. Orlando broke away from Viggo, gasping for breath and thrusting against him as he raised lust-darkened eyes to meet stormy blue ones. "Take me, Viggo."

Viggo could only stare at Orlando, "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, Viggo. It's a gift I've wanted to give you since last year." Orlando smiled shyly at the older man.

Viggo looked stunned as he realized the truth of what Orlando was saying. "You wanted to sleep with me last year?" At Orlando's nod, he buried his head against the younger man's neck. "I thought you were just in the moment, that you only wanted a fling."

Turning his head to whisper in Viggo's ear, Orlando replied, "Not a fling. I want it all with you." He placed a kiss on the curve of Viggo's ear before squirming out from under him.

Viggo settled on the bed as he watched Orlando move around the room. He smiled reassuringly as Orlando blushed when he opened the bedside table drawer and removed a condom and a tube of lube. Orlando shrugged a shoulder, "Just hoped it would finally happen." He watched as the young man pushed his jeans off and pulled his shirt over his head. Not being able to wait any longer, Viggo squirmed on the bed, pulling his own clothes off.

Orlando studied Viggo with dark eyes as the older man leaned back on the pillows before motioning to him, "Come here, Orlando."

Sliding his boxer shorts down his legs, Orlando crawled onto the bed and stretched out next to Viggo. He wasted no time, placing kisses across Viggo's well-muscled chest as he whispered, "I've waited too long for this."

The moist trail left by Orlando's kisses scorched holes through the fabric of Viggo's restraint. He allowed himself to map Orlando's back and sides as the other man worshipped his chest and abdomen. As a mouth latched onto his straining nipple, Viggo lowered his hand, grasped Orlando's erection, and was rewarded with a surprising bite for his efforts. A groan tore from his throat as a loving tongue laved the bite, arousing him more than soothing his hurts. He retaliated by pumping the hard flesh in his hands, spreading the moisture that gathered at the tip over the length of the shaft.

Orlando moved back up Viggo's body, whimpering. "Please, Viggo...do it now."

Viggo reached for the lube that lay on the bed beside them. Popping the cap, he squeezed some onto his fingers, covering them with the viscous liquid. He trailed a glistening fingertip around one of Orlando's mocha nipples before forging a path downward and around to Orlando's buttocks. Viggo swallowed the groan that emitted from Orlando's throat when the first finger pressed inside his entrance, absorbing the grunts of mixed pain and pleasure as he stretched the unwilling entrance into submission. He soothed the disappointed whimpers when his hands left the eager body.

" Sshh. Let me just..." Viggo ripped the condom open and rolled it down his length, stroking himself with the lube that remained on his hand, "...get ready for you...move..." He arranged Orlando over top of him, looking up at the young man who rested above him in all of his aroused glory. Pulling the lithe hips forward, he placed the tip of his cock at the waiting opening. His voice was strained as he offered, "Do it at your own pace, sweetheart."

Orlando pushed himself down onto Viggo's erection, throwing his head back and groaning as the girth of it felt as if it would split him in two. He finally felt his buttocks make contact with Viggo's thighs as he was fully impaled.

Viggo watched through fluttering eyelids as Orlando sat still, trying to adjust to the sensation of being completely filled. When the young man squeezed his eyes shut, Viggo couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around Orlando. " It's okay, Orlando, we don't have to do this."

Orlando moaned as the change in position caused Viggo's cock to shift in his channel, brushing his prostate and sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body. Opening his eyes, he growled at Viggo before pushing him back down on the bed. Bracing his hands on Viggo's shoulders, Orlando began to ride him, lifting and lowering himself, enjoying the burn in his thighs as the muscles strained.

Viggo fell back onto the bed willingly, gasping and grunting as Orlando worked above him. His hips jerked in erratic thrusts as he was gripped and massaged by Orlando's body. He regained enough presence of mind to grasp the erection that bobbed in front of his lover, stroking the twitching flesh in time with Orlando's moves. Feeling his body begin to tighten, he raised himself once more, flipping Orlando over and grasping his hips.

His thrusts became short and furious as he pounded into the body below him. Orlando's body clenched, breaking his rhythm, and he slid into the clenching channel two or three more times before burying himself to the hilt. Viggo's mouth worked soundlessly as his release shot from him in powerful bursts, adding to the heat that surrounded him.

Orlando arched his back as his own climax washed over him, digging his head back into the pillows as tears of relief slid from his clenched eyes. His whole body quivered as his seed splattered on his stomach in seemingly unending waves. He whimpered one last time as Viggo pulled out of his still sensitive body, disposing of the condom and moving to clean Orlando's body.

Satisfied and content, they collapsed beside each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Christmas Eve found the two sitting by a makeshift Christmas tree, fanning themselves in the middle of a sweltering New Zealand summer.

Reaching to grasp Orlando's hand, Viggo asked, "So Orli , did you make your Christmas wish?"

Orlando tugged Viggo's hand, pulling him closer. Planting a kiss on Viggo's lips, he whispered, "It's already come true."

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THE END

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