Posted: March 2004
Title: A Wedding Tale
Author: LoLL
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Viggo/Orlando
Warning: a little bit of angst, sappy, graphic sex.
Disclaimer: ohhhh, I wish it were true...
Beta: Robyn and Puter Patty
Note: this fic is dedicate to my two fabulous betas: Robyn and Puter Patty. THANK YOU, GIRLS!!!
between * * = thoughts
Summary: just what the title says

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A WEDDING TALE

Prologue

The phone rang in the middle of the night. Viggo rose abruptly in bed and blinked in the dark, then smiled.
*Orlando.*

Orlando was in Europe working on his latest movie, Kingdom of Heaven, and over there it was probably full day.

"Orli... love. Do you know the meaning of time zone?" No anger in his words, just a touch of teasing.

"Viggo?"

The voice on the other side wasn't Orlando.

"Yes?"

"It's me, Marton."

The grin on Viggo's face disappeared. Marton was working in the same movie with Orlando and the fact that he called in the middle of the night wasn't a good sign. "Mart, what's going on? Is Orli ok?"

"Yes... no... well, I think he needs you here and he needs it now."

Now Viggo was wide awake and pacing in the room, an increasing chill traveling down his spine. "Fuck Marton, would you tell me what's happening?"

"I don't know, to be honest, but I'm sure the kid isn't very good. He's too nervous, cries for nothing, barely eats. I think he's on the verge of a breakdown. I'm sure it's nothing serious. He's probably too tired and misses you a lot. So, please, take the first plane to Spain and get your ass over here."

Viggo breathed hard and tried not to panic."Oh, my... Ok. Ok. I'm going to take the first flight. I'll call you back as soon as I have more details. And... oh my God...."

"Vig."

"I have to talk with Orlando now and--"

"VIG!!!"

"Yes? What?"

"Do. Not. Panic. Orli is fine. He is here in my room. He's sleeping on the couch and I'll look after him until you arrive, ok?"

"Ok.... Thank you, Mart. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome, mate. Now hurry up and make those fuckin' calls."

Marton hung up the phone and exited his bedroom, reaching the living room where Orlando was curled up in a big couch and sleeping. The man looked at the restless body and let out a heavy sigh. He hadn't told Viggo that in the afternoon during filming Orlando had fainted. That was what had really scared the shit out of him. Although the doctor said that there was neither a physical nor psychological problem and that it was probably only stress, he decided he had to do something. So he had called Viggo.

Orlando tossed and whispered something in his disturbed sleep.

*Poor thing...even in your sleep you can't find a little bit of rest.*

Marton laid his big warm hand on the boy's brow and Orlando suddenly seemed to relax.

PART I

During the entire trip Viggo tried to read, tried to write, tried to watch a movie, even tried to listen politely to the nonsense of the person seated next to him. Nothing worked, and his thoughts constantly returned to Marton and his words.

*What's happening to you, little one? Is all of this shit worth it? But I'm coming. I'm going to take care of you.*

In his thoughts he had thanked and blessed Marton so many times that it wouldn't have surprised him to know that the poor man's ears had turned red.

Sixteen hours and three flight-changes later, he knocked on Marton's door. He was so tired that he could barely keep his eyes open, but his beautiful lover opened the door, his deep eyes wide open and his mouth parted in an astonished look, and the tiredness was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the slim body of Orlando tightly enveloped in his arms.

***

Viggo woke up to the strange sound of chatting and laughter. For a brief moment he was confused and lost, but then Orlando's voice coming from the other room brought him back to reality and he remembered everything. The call, the flight, Orlando sobbing in his arms, the long chat about fears and love, distances and work, fame and compromises. Their lovemaking had never been so desperate, a silent plea of love and support. Then, finally, both had fallen asleep, Orli safe and sheltered in Viggo's embrace.

Viggo looked at the alarm and blinked.

"Holy shit!"

He had slept for almost fourteen hours and hadn't heard Orlando leaving. With much effort he rose from bed and moved toward the living room. The scene in front of him was one of the sweetest he had ever seen. He stood at the door simply staring. Orlando was on the couch, sitting between Marton's legs, his back leaning on the man's chest. They were reading some papers, probably scripts, and Orlando was slowly repeating his lines, trying to memorize them while Marton helped.

Viggo smiled, no hint of jealousy. He knew that Mart's feelings towards Orlando were nothing more than pure brotherly affection. During their stay in Spain he had adopted the kid. Besides, Marton had Karl, the love of his life. As for Orlando, he knew how much the young man loved him.

"Marty?"

"Mmhmm? "

Orlando rested his head on Marton's shoulder and the man laid his chin in the mass of dark curls.

"When is Karl going to arrive?"

"Next week."

"And how long is he going to stay?"

"I'm not sure, but I hope at least a couple of weeks."

"Then everything will be perfect!"

Marton frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm happy we'll all be here together: me and Vig, you and Karl. It's simply perfect!"

Marton smiled and grazed Orlando's head with a soft kiss. "You are right, pen-neth. You are quite right."

"You know, all of you are my family. I feel safe when you're around. I don't mind that my mum won't speak to me anymore because she doesn't approve of Viggo and me. I have you and I don't need anybody else."

Marton put the scripts on the floor and encircled the thin frame with his arms.

"Orli, your mother needs time. You're her son and she loves you."

"Four years isn't enough?"

Marton sighed. He had no clue what to say at this point.

They stayed silent for a while and, when Marton looked at the boy again, Orlando was deep asleep. He smiled softly. The brat never failed in surprising him. A soft sound captured his attention. He turned his head and saw Viggo moving toward them.

"Hey."

"Hey. He's sleeping. I don't dare to think what you did last night...."

They both laughed softly.

Suddenly Marton realized that the glitter in Viggo's eyes wasn't due to laughter but.…

"Hey, man, what's going on?" Marton moved quietly, trying not no to wake Orlando, and finally rose from the couch. "C'mon, Vig, not you!" He tried to keep is tone light but it was clear enough that his friend was in no way teasing. "Ok, let's go outside. I don't want the sleeping beauty here to wake up."

Marton hugged his friend's shoulders as they moved to the terrace.

***
Viggo tried hard to fight the tears back, but the lump in his throat was too tight and Orlando's words had, in some way, awoken a feeling he had always stubbornly ignored: fear.

It was breezy outside, but Viggo didn't care. He sat down heavily on the sun bed and hid his face in his hand.

Marton remained silent for a while. He had no clue what to do or say. With Orli it was so easy; the young man had always been open regarding his emotions and, as he was still a kid, Marton had no problem taking him in his arms and comforting him.

But Viggo, Mr. Inscrutable, was another matter.… Marton wished for a moment that he was still in New Zealand, happy and satisfied with his Karl who was probably the craziest and less problematic human being he had never met. Then he sighed and sat down beside his friend, and did the only thing he considered reasonable: embraced Viggo and waited for him to recover his composure. He was surprised when he felt Viggo relaxing in his embrace and sobbing like a child.

*Holy shit... why me???*

"I...I'm sorry, Mart. I didn't mean to react this way." Viggo wiped the tears away with an angry gesture of his hand. He hardly lost his composure and never in front of the others. He felt miserable and uncomfortable. He lifted his head to study the other man's reaction, but the only thing he saw was worry in Marton's eyes.

"You don't need to be sorry.... It's only... I know that Orli sometimes gets emotional.Well, more than that sometimes..."

They both smiled, easing the tension.

"But with you it's different. You're the strong one; you were during the Ring's years and you are now. So, Vig, what the hell is happening now?"

Viggo was silent for a while, his eyes settled on the sunset. "That's the point, Marton. I'm supposed to be the strong one, but what if I'm not so strong? What if I fail? What if I won't be able to fix things anymore? I heard what Orli told you in there, that we're his family, which really means I'm his family because you and Karl have your own lives. Once this movie is over you'll go back to New Zealand and Orlando and I to the States. It's a huge responsibility, Marton, because with the exception of my son, Orli is the most precious gift I could ever get in all my life. It scares the shit out of me because he is so young and fragile, and he puts all his trust in me and I'm scared to fail him. But he has his whole life to live, and things can change. And what happens if one day he finds someone his own age? Someone who likes to bungee jump instead of paint? Someone who isn't a coward and has no trouble going out, someone..."

"Someone what, Viggo?"

Both the men turned abruptly. Orli was standing at the terrace door with his hands in his jeans pockets and his hair ruffled. He looked even more thin and vulnerable in Viggo's large shirt, but there was something in his eyes, a quiet and steady consciousness that Viggo had never noticed untill that moment.

"Orli... forgive me.... I meant..."

"I take my leave, guys. Have something to do. See you tonight." With those words, Marton left the terrace as fast as a flash.

Orlando sat quietly in front of Viggo and took the man's hands in his. "Viggo, if there's someone who needs to apologize, it's me."

"Orli...."

"Hush, Vig, please. What I'm going to say is very important and I need you to listen very carefully, ok?"

"Ok."

"Vig, what you were saying is the pure truth. You're my family, you're my world, and I put all my trust in you. But I want it to be mutual. I want to be your family, I want to be your world, I want you to put all of your trust in me. Believe me, I can be emotional, but I am strong. Probably stronger than you think." Orlando ran his fingers through his unkempt curls. "You could never fail me because you love me. And I could never love anyone else, for the simple reason that he... wouldn't be you! Now, Vig, I know you pretty well and I also know what the real reason is for your fears. You're afraid our relationship gets public and that that will hurt me in some way. But, Vig, for how bad the world can be, it can never make me feel worse than how I feel when I want to kiss you and I can't, when I need you by my side and you're far away, when I want to scream I lo--"

"You have a career, Orlando, and..."

"Fuck the career, Vig! Do you really believe it means anything to me? But for Christ sake, Vig, how can I make you understand that there is one and only one thing that I care about? Us. Me and you. And nothing else. Oh, fuck.…" Orlando had sworn he wouldn't cry, but he felt the sting of hot tears on his cheeks.

Viggo smiled. Something in his heart was telling him that what he was going to do was total folly, but for once he decided not to listen to this always-so-rational voice. He untangled one hand from Orli's grip and brushed a tear away from the his cheek. "You know, the first time you told me that you loved me, I swore to myself that I would never, ever let anybody hurt you. How can I know if I'm able to keep my promise if we come out?"

"You can't know. But does it really matter?"

Viggo cupped Orlando's chin in his hand and stared into his hopeful eyes. "No, it doesn't...." Orlando was right. He didn't need to prove his love to him. There was another, more important step they needed to do now. "Ok."

Orlando stared, suddenly wondering if he were awake. "Ok... what?" His voice was cautious.

"Let's do it."

"Let's do... it?"

"Yes, let's do it. But if we are going to come out, we're going to do it my way."

Orlando's beautiful features brightened in a luminous smile, the first one in a very long time. "Whatever you want, filthy human."

"You'll see, pretty elf."

PART II

Three months later

HOTEL ROYAL RESORT, FIJI ISLANDS - ROOM 404. H. 11.30 A.M.

"No, I don't!!"

"Oh yes, you do!"

"NO!"

"Viggo, there are 150 people in the hall waiting for you. Half of them have spent two days travelling around the world to get to this fucking place. I'm jetlagged, I invested an unbelievably stupid amount of money for this fucking suit just to be your best man, and I'm very, very tired of all this business. SO, Viggo Mortensen, bring you fat ass here NOW, dress up, and go marry your skinny boy before I lose my temper!"

"No. Way."

Sean turned toward Karl, who had arrived few moments ago and was staring at them in disbelief. "He won't marry Orlando anymore." Sean voice was tired, thwarted, and very, very angry.

"Oh... why not?"

"Good question. Why not, Vig?"

Viggo sighed deeply and looked up at the two worried men. He had dark circles around his eyes, an evident clue of his restless night. "Because he is so young and-- "

"Oh no, please, Vig, not again...." Sean felt the urge to close his hands around his friend's neck.

Karl began to bang his head against the wall. Marton was right - that man was from another universe.

HOTEL ROYAL RESORT, FIJI ISLANDS - ROOM 288. H. 11.45 A.M.

"Orli?" Billy knocked softly at the bathroom door. A retching sound and the flusher was all the answer he got. "Orli... are you ok?"

Lij looked at Billy with his big, blue, questioning eyes. "He's throwing up AGAIN??"

"It seems so."

"How many times now?"

"It's the tenth."

"No, it's only nine time." Dom pointed triumphantly at his notes.

"Dom, you are insane."

A soft click and they turned to the toilet. A very pale, very green Orlando stood on the doorway.

"Holy shit, mate. What did you drink last night?"

"Nothing.…"

"Dom, can't you see that it has nothing to do with drink?" Billy rolled his eyes.

"No?"

"No, you idiot!" Elijah scolded. "He's having a panic attack. It's quite normal when you're on the way to make the most stupid error of your life, to give up you career, to marry a man who is twice your age, to…"

"Oh my God...." Orlando left the room and, for the tenth time in the last two hours, hit the toilet.

"ELIJAH!!!!!"

"I. Was. Kidding!"

"Then go and play with children your own age!" Billy wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or kick the brat in his puffy ass.

"Hallo, everybody! Where's the bride?" A very cheerful, very happy Marton entered the room. Six pairs of eyes glanced at the toilet. An questionable noise echoed from the inside. "Oh no... please...." Marton stared at the Hobbits with a pleading look.

Elijah giggled. "Oh yes, please."

"Drink? Food? ....Panic?"

"Bull's eyes with the third." Lij hadn't seen anything so funny in a long time.

Marton sighed and approached the toilet. When he entered, Orlando was curled on the floor, one hand grasping a towel and the other supporting his head. The man sat on the floor and, once again, took the boy in his strong arms.

"Now, little one, I leave you alone for a while and look...."

A weak smile crossed Orlando's features . "I'm a complete disaster. I just can't understand why Viggo wants to marry me."

"Probably because you are a total disaster and he can play the part of the brilliant one."

They both laughed.

"C'mon, take a little nap. I'll kill the hobbits and than everything will be alright, ok?"

"Ok."

Orlando felt suddenly better and let Marton lead him to bed.

Half and hour later Orlando was still in bed and hadn't puked anymore.

"Ok, Hobbits, stay here. Do not annoy him and let him rest. I've something to do." He looked at Billy with pleading eyes and the others nodded.

HOTEL ROYAL RESORT, FIJI ISLANDS - FOURTH FLOOR. H. 12.30 A.M.

Marton exited the elevator and bumped into someone.

"Hallo, beautiful one!"

Marton smiled at Karl and kissed him on his nose. "Hallo to you! Where are you going in such an a hurry?"

"To fetch Orli."

"No way, Karl. Orli is sick."

"Sick?" Karl frowned. Things were heading in a very curious direction.

"Yeah. Panic attack. I'm going to call Viggo. I'm sure he can help."

Karl look at him, an unusual worried expression in his eyes. "Oh shit. We have a problem."

"A... problem?" Marton closed his eyes. He just didn't want to know.

"Yeah, a problem...."

"Which kind of problem? " He didn't dare even to picture.

"Viggo is panicking too. And he's raving that he's not going to marry Orlando anymore."

Marton looked at his lover with a desperate look. "Karl...please, love, tell me that this is only a joke."

"Ok. It's only a joke."

"But it is not...."

"Precisely."

Marton tightened his jaw and headed to Viggo's room muttering. *I'm going to stop this folly. NOW.* "C'mon, honey, I've a plan."

Karl followed without a word, more than happy to oblige.

The moment Marton entered Viggo's room, every sign of anger had disappeared, replaced with a very worried, very I'm-scared-and-I-don't-know-what-to-do look. "Vig, I'm sorry, but you'd better come with me."

Sean looked at him, trying to focus the meaning of Marton's words. "What's going on?"

Marton clenched his hands in a very theatrical gesture and acted the best part of his life. "He is sick, very sick. I don't think he can go anywhere. Not today, at least."

"What do you mean?" Viggo almost shouted, and all of a sudden he felt so stupid. His baby was sick and he was there, lost in mental masturbations.

"It's better you come with me, Vig."

Sean paled; Marton was scaring him. "I'll come with you, Vig." A harsh look from Marton told him it was a bad idea. Than Karl blinked at him and everything was clear. Those two were... genius!

"Oh... ok, I've got to make a phone call. You better go. I'll be there in a flash."

But Viggo was already gone.

Viggo ran up the stairs without caring that he was half dressed, his mind focused on Orlando and his own stupidity.

*How can I be so selfish? I've dragged him into this mess and now I'm retreating, hiding behind stupid excuses and pretending it wouldn't carry any consequence. And the only one who has any right to be terrified is Orlando.*

Viggo entered Orlando's room without knocking and stopped abruptly. The sight in front of him hit his stomach like a fist. Orli laid in bed, curled up and shaking; his pale face was wet with sweat and his eyes stared at him in surprise and shame.

"Vig... I'm… I'm so sorry…."

In that very moment Viggo felt all of his fears, all of his doubts, fading away. The only thing that really mattered was the trembling body in front of him and the overwhelming love he felt for Orlando. He moved to the bed and knelt in front of his boyfriend, resting his brow on Orlando's. "Hush, baby. It's alright now. I'm here, I'm here."

He enveloped the shaking body in a strong hug and began to rock him back and forth, kissing his damp hair and murmuring soothing words.

"Ok guys, we better go and have some nice drinks," Marton stated and headed for the door, ordering the others to do the same with a simple glance.

"Vig, I'm a total mess." Orlando let go a deep sigh and moved slightly to take a better position in Viggo's arms.

"No, you're not. You're scared, as I am, but I think it's quite normal. After all, we're not going for a walk." He forced out a smile, realizing the very truth of his own words.

Orlando lifted his head and stared at him, his eyes wide open in surprise. "Are you scared too?"

"Of course I am. Maybe not as you are but… yes, I'm scared."

Orlando frowned. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?" His heart missed a beat while he waited for the answer.

"Definitely." It was true. "And there's nothing I could wish for more right now than to marry you. So, Orlando Bloom, I ask you again - and this is the last time – do you want to rise from this bed, dress up, and marry me?"

Orlando smile widened. "Yes, I do!"

"YOU HAVE TO PASS OVER MY DEAD BODY,ORLANDO BLOOM!"

A very angry, very menacing voice made both men jerk in surprise.

"MUM!!"

At the doorway, eyes full of hate, stood Sonia Bloom.

"Now, Orlando, I'm telling you this once. Do not oblige me to use force. Dress up, leave this pervert, and get out of this room. NOW!"

PART III

"NO! No...." Viggo breathed heavily, his heart beating fast. He tried to focus his sleepy eyes in the semi-darkened room.

*A nightmare… it was only a nightmare.*

He wiped away the sweat from his face and waited for his heartbeat to slow down. A soft noise and a shift of the blankets made him turn. The beautiful sight on his left made him smile and sigh in relief. It had definitively been a nightmare. His gaze wandered over the body sleeping at his side. Orlando was naked save for a blanket barely covering his hips. One arm laid on the pillow, the other rested on his belly. A small, silver double circlet was wrapped around his finger.

The dream had been only partially unreal. He HAD panicked, Orlando HAD been sick, and Marton HAD convinced him that Orlando was almost dying to bring him back to reason. But luckily there'd been no sign of Sonia Bloom, and the marriage went on perfectly. They had exchanged their vows at the sunset on one of the most beautiful and romantic beaches of New Zealand surrounded by all their friends. Viggo had lost himself in the depth and the love that showed in Orlando's eyes and had cried like a child when Orlando pronounced his vow. Few, simple words spoken with such a passion that Viggo almost felt them burning within his heart.

*"You are my life, Viggo. When you breath, I breath. When you smile, I smile. When you cry, I cry. And neither pain nor death could ever tear us apart, because we are one soul and we'll walk together forever, whatever path fate may choose for us. I love you."*

Viggo gently lifted Orlando's left hand and kissed the ring. "And I love you, Orli, forever, and ever, and ever…."

Orlando shifted in his sleep, a sweet smile painted on his quiet face. The blanket moved, revealing the dark curled hair of his groin. Viggo gently brushed the young man's eyebrows, cheeks, his jaw-line. His fingers traced the outline of Orli's lips, gently parting them. He began to feel his own body responding to the warmness and softness of Orlando's. He heard a soft moan leave Orlando's lips as his hand began to wander over his husband's chest. The man closed his eyes and let his hand move again. He held his breath when his fingers met the rough texture of a nipple.

*Your weakness.*

Slowly, very slowly, he began to tease the small bud, his other hand playing the same wicked game over his own hard, peaked flesh. An increase of Orlando's breath obliged him to open his eyes. He stared at the most beautiful, most erotic sight he had never seen. Orlando had turned his head to one side, his lips parted and slightly trembling; he had widened his legs a little and his hips were moving, pushing forward. Viggo swallowed and lowered the hand which was still stroking his over-sensitive nipple until he reached the head of his own cock. He was so hard. His fingertip grazed the smooth head and spread the pearly drops of precum, teasing the small slit. A sharp hiss left his throat.

*What are you doing to me, Orlando?*

He sucked the tip of one finger and began to stroke Orlando's nipple again. He loved the way it was hardening under his ministration.

"Vig...." Orlando was looking at him; his eyes were languid both with sleep and arousal. "What are you doing?"

Viggo smiled and laid down next to him. He gently turned Orlando to one side so he could face him. They were now so close, their bodies touching, his lips only a breath away from his lover's.

"I'm touching you." His lips brushed the heated skin of Orlando's face. "I know how much you like it when I touch you this way." His tongue stroked Orlando's lips.

"Vig... please.…"

"Please what?" His hand caressed the soft skin of Orlando's inner thigh. He could feel the muscles contract.

"I... need you…."

Orlando closed his eyes and let the sensations of Viggo's fingers over his skin overwhelm him. He needed to be touched. His nipples ached and sent jolts of desire straight to his groin. He let his own hand wander over his belly and caressed the soft curls that nestled his erection. He had no shame. He had learnt from Viggo that to give and take pleasure was as natural as to love. He began to slowly touch his cock while Viggo lowered his head and wetted his left nipple with his tongue.

"Mmmh...," Orlando moaned. He realized that Viggo had pulled his hand away from his cock and was pinning him down on the mattress while his tongue continued its maddening torture.

"I can make you come just teasing your nipples, you know.…"

"Yes.…" Orlando was far from coherence. His body was so needy, he felt he was on the verge of tears. When a cool puff of air hit his swollen flesh, he jerked hard and let out a strangled moan. "Please… please, fuck me… please, Vig…I can't.…"

For a brief moment, Viggo stared at his enchanting husband. Their fast panting was the only sound in the room.

"If you could look at yourself, Orlando...."

Orlando smiled weakly. This was a pure torture. He closed his eyes and let his hands move slowly over his body, caressing his chest, his belly, grazing the skin of his inner thighs, up and down, up and down.…

"What do you want, Orli?" Viggo's voice was rasping in the effort to control his own breath.

Orlando turned lazily in bed and offered Viggo the shameless view of his ass moving up and down while he stroked his cock slowly against the sheet covering the mattress. "Whatever you want, Vig."

Viggo's hands smoothed down Orli's sweaty back. A single finger traced a path from Orli's spine through his cleft, hardly touching his opening, until reached his testicles, fondling them with a gentle squeeze.

Then, nothing.

Orlando breathed hard, his face pressed in the pillow, no longer able to control his shaking body. "Vig...." His husband's name was lost in a sob. Suddenly a soft puff, and he felt the tip of Viggo tongue circling his hole slowly, teasingly. Viggo lifted Orli's hips to have better access and Orlando lost the only friction he could get for his aching cock.

"No...."

"No what? Do you want me to stop?"

"NO!"

"So be a good boy and let me take care of you."

Orli's moans were almost heartbreaking. Viggo pushed forward and his tongue caressed his lover's hidden passage. He withdrew a bit and then pushed forward, holding Orlando's hips. In a slow motion, he began to simulate what his cock was going to do in a very short time. He could feel the trembling of Orlando's limbs.

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

"Y-yes," he found the strength to answer. He closed his eyes and heard Viggo picking up the lube from the floor.

"Come here, little one."

Viggo kneeled on the bed and guided Orlando to straddle him from behind. Orlando rested his back against his husband's chest and felt Viggo's cock pressing hard against his cleft. A ragged moan and a very familiar noise told him that Viggo was smearing lube on his length. Orlando's breath quickened. He knew he wouldn't be able to last long. He looked at his cock. It was so swollen and hard; precum was leaking from the slit and small droplets slid down his shaft. He felt Viggo sucking and nibbing his neck, and he threw his head back, turning his face to smell his scent. With a small but strong movement, Viggo lowered Orlando's body onto his cock. A harsh cry left Orli's throat as he arched his back.

"Vig... it hurts...."

"Shhh... it'll pass soon." He kissed his husband's brow and tried to stay still, letting Orlando adapt to the sudden invasion. With his hands he fondled Orli's chest, resting one hand over his belly. Then, slowly, he began to stroke Orli's thigh, running his fingers to his cock. His thumb brushed the weeping head and Orlando hissed. Viggo began to thrust slowly into his husband's body, stroking his cock in time.

"Brace yourself on the mattress." Viggo felt he was loosing control. Orlando was too tight and the sight of his dick disappearing into that hot passage was driving him mad.

Orlando obliged, bent a little forward and leant his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets. The change of position gave Viggo better access. Viggo rotated his hips and pushed in again. Orlando cried as a sudden sensation of intense pleasure spread from his prostate through all his body. No more pain, no more discomfort. All he wanted was Viggo fucking him and fucking him hard. He began to rock his body, impaling himself on Viggo's cock. Viggo gave in to Orlando's needy pleas and began to thrust with slow but hard, deep movements, hitting his prostate with every stroke and fisting his cock with the same slow, strong motion.

"Vig... I can't hold it back.… I can't… fuck…" Orlando was panting hard.

Viggo felt Orlando's cock throbbing in his hand. He brushed the head one more time and felt the wetness of his seed spurting over his hand. Orlando's cries were sweet and desperate and so damn erotic. Viggo closed his eyes and let the incredible sensation of Orlando's muscles tightening around his cock drive him on towards his own orgasm. A harsh jolt shot from his cock and up to his brain. For a moment he forgot everything; only the warmth of his husband and his scent were real. He came hard, shaking violently, his cries of pleasure lost upon Orlando's wet skin.

"I...love...you."

He tightened his grip around Orlando's shaking frame and buried his head in his husband's damp hair.

"Vig?"

"What?"

"Thank you for marryng me."

"No, thank you, Orlando."

*****

THE END

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