Posted: January 2004
Title: Dressed In Bridal White
Author: Lostiawen
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: OB/VM
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened. The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.
Beta: Salix
Warnings: PWPish.
Notes: I couldn't *not* write anything after that longing gaze that Legolas and Aragorn give each other when the elven delegation brings Arwen in. This was rattled off quickly, so it's probably not the smoothest read. Many pardons.
Dedication: For Elizabeth. Hope you enjoy your Xmas/Get Well fic, sweetie! Get better! *mwah*

Summary: What happened during the filming of the ROTK coronation scene.

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Viggo knocked gently on the Cuntebago's door. Orli called out, "Come in."

He shouted through the door, "Orli? How close are you to being done?"

"About fifteen minutes. Did you have some trouble with your car? You're extremely late today, old man."

Viggo smiled and said, "No, no trouble. I just wanted to make sure that I don't see you before the coronation scenes today."

He heard Orli's loud snort. "Cunt. You're really taking Peter's direction last night of 'act like a groom on his wedding day when the elven delegation approaches' far too seriously. I have half a mind to just get out of this sodding chair and whip the door open."

"Please don't. It's important that I don't see you beforehand."

Orli called back in an exasperated voice, "Method actors. All right. I'll send one of the hobbits to fetch you when I'm clear. And I promise to avoid being seen until we're ready to start filming."

Viggo breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Orli. I'll be in the canteen."

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As everyone milled about, setting everything up, Dominic plopped down in the chair next to Viggo's.

"Okay, Elijah's keeping Orli hidden, which you're going to owe us for. The elf is fucking bouncing off the walls because he can't tickle attack or play tag with us."

Viggo said quietly, "Thanks, Dom."

Dom shook his head. "Aren't you carrying this thing a little too far?"

Viggo smirked, "Tell me that again when you see the dailies."

"All right, everyone!" Peter called out, "Places!"

Viggo and Dom walked up to their marks and waited. Viggo slowly moved over to Aragorn's mindset and he let himself feel a little overwhelmed, yet eager to start a new age of Kings.

"Action!"

His breath caught and his heart leapt into his throat as he saw Orli walking slowly towards him, dressed in white and looking stunningly beautiful.

Orli paused in front of him, lowering his eyes shyly before slowly coming back up to meet his gaze. The pure love shining in Orli's eyes made Viggo's heart stop. He stared deep into them, drowning in the deep chocolate pools. The studio and the rest of the world faded away and all that existed for him was this perfect vision in front of his face.

"Cut!" Peter shouted, shattering the illusion. "Viggo, you're supposed to grab Orlando's shoulder in a warrior's salute."

Viggo mentally kicked himself. "Um, sorry, Peter."

Orli snickered and said in a falsetto, "You cad! How could you cock up our wedding like this?" He stomped his foot daintily and pouted. "It was supposed to be our perfect day," he said petulantly.

The cast and crew laughed, but Viggo felt incredibly annoyed at Orli. It was going to be hard for him to get back into his mindset after that little play tantrum.

A loud popping noise sounded and one of the technicians said, "Light's blown out."

"All right, everyone!" Peter called, "Twenty minute break while we look at this!"

Orli was about to disappear when Viggo locked steely fingers around his wrist. "Come with me," Viggo growled before he dragged Orli off the set, intending to have a long talk with him.

Orli sputtered indignantly, but Viggo easily hauled him over to set for Frodo's recovery in Minas Tirith.

"Let me go, you nutter!" Orli protested. "Is this any way to treat your new wife?"

"You wanted to be treated like a wife, do you?" Viggo growled. He suddenly picked Orli up and threw him onto the bed.

Orli yelped in surprise, but before he could recover Viggo jumped on top of him. Orli struggled and shrieked, "Cunt!" trying to gain some leverage to throw Viggo off.

Orli's slim form was deceptively strong, and Viggo had a hard time keeping him pinned. They wrestled on the bed for what seemed like an eternity, but Viggo finally gained the upper hand and he pinned Orli's arms on either side of his face.

"Now, you're going to..." Viggo started to say, but the words died on his lips as he stared at the man underneath him. Orli was still panting heavily, the hair from his wig was tousled around his face, his skin was covered by a light sheen of sweat, and his eyes blazed at Viggo defiantly.

Viggo suddenly became painfully aware of the closeness of their bodies. The constant friction against his crotch from Orli's wriggling, combined with his wild appearance send a bolt of lust straight to his cock.

"Viggo?" Orli whispered, his eyes widening in surprise. His tongue nervously flicked out to dart over his lips. Unable to control himself further, Viggo smashed their mouths together.

Orli made a muffled protest, but it died as soon as Viggo's tongue plundered him. He arched up and moaned wantonly, pressing his body against Viggo's.

Viggo groaned at Orlando's responsiveness, and his cock became achingly hard. He grabbed Orli's hips and started grinding their hips together, gasping as he felt Orli's erection suddenly pressing against his own.

Orli tore their lips apart and breathed, "Viggo..." His voice was thick with need, and Viggo couldn't resist him. He quickly unbuckled Anduril and unlaced his pants. He loosened Orli's boots and pulled them off while Orli fumbled with the ties on his velvet leggings.

Viggo slapped Orli's hands away and purred, "Let me," before he swiftly unknotted them.

He peeled the sinfully tight material off of the slender legs, grinning as he saw Orli's erection springing free.

Viggo quickly pulled a small packet out of his boot and ripped it open. Orli eagerly spread his legs as Viggo squeezed the gel onto his fingers.

"Forget about prepping me, Vig. Fuck me now," Orli pleaded, his eyes clouded with lust.

Viggo's breath hitched and he pushed his pants down to his knees, groaning as the soft material slid off his erection. He swiftly applied lube, and nudged his throbbing cock at Orli's entrance.

"Last chance, elfboy," he husked.

"Pissing hurry up and fuck me...Christ!" Orli cried out as Viggo slammed into him. Viggo gritted his teeth as scorching heat suddenly surrounded his cock. He reflexively gripped Orli's hips, his nails digging into the olive skin.

A moment of clarity suddenly sparked in Viggo's lust-addled brain, and he realized that someone might actually wander by the set at any moment. He sealed his mouth over Orli's before he began to thrust hard into the writhing body underneath him.

Orli wrapped his legs around Viggo's waist and met his strokes, the vibrations from his swallowed mewls fueling Viggo's desire. Viggo began pounding into Orlando in earnest, not caring that the slap of their flesh against each other echoed on the empty set.

Orli suddenly grabbed the headboard with both hands and began pushing against Viggo at a furious pace; his internal muscles clamping down like a vise around Viggo's cock. It was too much, and Viggo thrust twice more into Orli before he threw back his head, howling loudly as he climaxed.

As he dizzily came back to himself, he noticed that Orli was quivering, his cock twitching and purple from his unfulfilled need. Viggo pulled out and scooted down, expertly swallowing Orli's erection.

Orli screamed and bucked upward, scratching frantically at Viggo's shoulders. Viggo sucked hard, lapping his tongue against the vein on the underside as Orli fucked his mouth. He then pushed two fingers into Orli's sensitized hole, and crooked them forward.

Orli wailed at the top of his lungs and slammed into Viggo's mouth, lifting them both off the bed as his orgasm rocked through his body. His cock jerked as his come spurted onto Viggo's tongue, and Viggo eagerly swallowed every single drop.

After the last shocks had left his body, Orli collapsed into a jellylike heap onto the bed. Viggo continued to gently suckle him until he was satisfied that Orli had no more to give. He released Orlando's shaft, placing a small kiss on the head before he pulled himself up to lie beside the slender body.

Orli kissed Viggo tenderly. "Mmm, guess it's true that the King of Gondor has a silver cock," he murmured.

"I think you mean 'silver tongue,'" Viggo said with a laugh.

"Cock, tongue, finger...whatever, they're all talented." He grimaced and said, "I don't suppose you have some wet-naps hidden in your boot? Costuming will kill me if I don't clean up."

"Sorry."

"Shit, well..." Orli reached into the sleeve of his costume and pulled out a few tissues. "Good thing I thought ahead."

Viggo chuckled, "Hey, I remembered to bring the lube, what more could you want?"

"Not having sodding forced celibacy for two weeks," Orli snorted as he wiped himself off. "You're a very mean boyfriend, you know, kicking me out of the house after Peter told you about this scene. At least you could've let me just sleep in the bed, you bloody method actor."

"I didn't 'kick you out of the house', I just wanted us to stay apart for a little while. I needed to do it so that I could tune in to the nervousness that a new groom would feel." Viggo glared at Orli. "And there's no way I could've let you just sleep with me...you *know* that we can't keep our hands off each other."

Orli grinned impishly. "I know. It's not my fault you're drop-dead sexy."

"More like you're perpetually horny." He kissed Orlando before he pulled up his pants and laced them up. "I'm surprised that you found time to lube yourself up before the scene."

"Snuck off to the loo before I went to Costuming," Orli said. He began to reach for his leggings and then suddenly snickered. "Wonder if there's a market for Pre-Lubed Elf?"

Viggo crushed Orli in a hug and chuckled, "You're insane, you know that?"

"And you love me for it."

"Mmm-hmm," Viggo said, kissing Orli lightly. "Shit. We'd better hurry up or Peter's going to send someone after us."

Orli nodded, and the two of them quickly dressed and patted their wigs back into place. They then scurried back to the courtyard set, hoping that they weren't missed.

Fortunately, fixing the light had taken a little longer than usual, and the technicians were just finishing up when Viggo and Orli arrived.

Billy spotted them and trotted up. "Oi, you two! You just missed Peter's announcement. We have a slight change of plans this afternoon."

Viggo's eyebrow shot up. "Change?"

Billy nodded. "Yeah...once the coronation is in the can, we're going to shoot Frodo's recovery on that interior Minas Tirith set. I just hope the bed can stand up to having three hobbits on it."

He was puzzled when his two castmates suddenly dissolved into howls of laughter. "You two," he said, "I'm never going to understand your humor."

"Trust me, Bill," Orli choked out, "you really don't want to hear it."

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THE END

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