New Fic: Scattered Hearts 3/3
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bluespiritHere's the final chapter.
Time to run for the hills, tell your friends or whatever... (g)
Scattered Hearts
by
Bluespirit
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the Old West & Viggo is a champion endurance rider.
Warning: AU
Previous chapters can be found here:~
Chapter one
Chapter two
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.
Notes:
1. This story draws inspiration from Hidalgo but is most definitely a fantasy. ♥
2. Thanks go, as always, to my wonderful beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xanthefic for her hard work & support. Thanks also to the awesome vagabondage for checking there were no lurking 'Brit-isms' & to the rest of the 'poker gang' for their help. And finally, a huge thank you & choc chip cookie mountain to my personal fic-ness trainer & slash motivational coach, pirate_hussies for her tireless nagging enthusiasm throughout!
3. Grateful hugs to everyone who has endured my obsessive word count for this fic. Just in the interests of completeness : grand total = 16,450! *runs away*
4. Kind feedback is very welcome, thank you. ♥
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Scattered Hearts
by
Bluespirit
Previously:~
"My Lord?" It was both a question and a plea.
Viggo nodded reassuringly. "Just feel, blossom…." He kissed Orlando again and began to stroke the hard cock with firm strokes, root to head, swirling his thumb in the crystal droplets now weeping freely from the tip. He was amazed at how good it felt to do this, to bring such pleasure to the boy in his arms. It didn't take long - between Orlando's inexperience and state of arousal, and Viggo's skilful pleasuring, Orlando was soon shaking and panting as his body grew rigid and then convulsed helplessly in ecstasy, his breathy cries ringing out. Viggo soothed the pulsing flesh through the contractions and tremors of completion before carefully wiping Orlando clean with a nearby swatch of silk. He stripped the ivory pants from Orlando's long legs and held him close.
Orlando continued to pant and Viggo stroked and comforted him, scattering kisses across his face until he grew calm once more.
~
Chapter Three
Eventually Orlando stirred. He reached up and held Viggo's face gently between his hands for a moment. "Thank you, my Lord. That was…I cannot…I do not know what to say. I have never felt such a wondrous feeling in all of my life. Thank you."
"Well, that's good, right? So why the sad face, blossom?" Viggo was relieved that Orlando had obviously enjoyed his touches and that he'd managed to go slowly with the boy - though his cock felt half strangled in his pants. But he was concerned at Orlando's doleful expression.
"But I have failed you, my Lord," Orlando whispered. "It is my duty - my honour - to serve you and yet I lay here and received pleasure. I gave you nothing in return."
"Okay, first thing," Viggo said, kissing Orlando gently. "You have given me pleasure. Watching you like that, knowing that it was me making you feel that way? That was a wonderful feeling. This is a two-way thing, you know - I don't just expect you to do everything for me - I want to make you happy too. Got that?"
Orlando nodded a little unsurely and Viggo kissed him again, the boy was irresistible when he was like this but he wanted to make sure that he understood before they went any further.
"Second thing," Viggo continued. "Who says we're done here? There's a lot of things I want to show you, to share with you and if you want to, we can carry on right now." Viggo's cock pulsed in agreement and he had to grit his teeth to stop himself pushing against the sweet body in his arms. He couldn't stop the deep moan though when a moment later a tentative hand rubbed at the bulge in his pants. He looked up in shock at Orlando's cautious face.
"Please, I wish to learn…to bring you pleasure as you did me. May I look upon you…t-touch you? Will you teach me, my Lord?"
Viggo moaned, the boy's guileless enthusiasm making him harder than ever. He stroked Orlando's face and nodded. "'Course I will, boy - if that's what you want. How about we start with me getting out of these," he said, his hands going to the waist of his pants.
Orlando blushed, his cheeks staining a beautiful pink, yet his eyes flashed with want. "Yes please. I would be honoured...I need, um…I would like to see you. If that pleases my Lord?"
Viggo smiled to reassure the boy. "That pleases me, Orlando. *You* please me." He stripped off his pants, taking his underwear with them so that he lay back naked on the bed. He had a moment of worry. He was so much older than this perfect boy, had seen a lot of life and had the scars to prove it - what if Orlando was disappointed? His worries faded as he heard a soft gasp and looked up to see Orlando's face wreathed in wonder, his eyes shining appreciatively.
"Oh, my Lord. I had no idea…you are so beautiful, so handsome - all over!"
Viggo couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled Orlando to him for a brief kiss. "I'm mighty glad that you think that way, blossom."
"Oh, I do, my Lord. Surely I am most fortunate to be the consort of such a fine and impressive man. May I touch you please?"
Viggo smiled and took a steadying breath. He really needed to keep himself under control.
Orlando stretched a gentle hand to Viggo's chest, stroking the firm muscles there before cautiously moving lower. The touch was electrifying and Viggo felt as if his skin was afire - he'd never been treated so carefully and reverently before, like he was the most important thing in the world. And perhaps to Orlando he was - he certainly spoke of him in that way. Viggo sighed happily as he realised that the boy was rapidly coming to mean the same to him.
Orlando continued to worship his body with gentle caresses, his hands skating over the flat planes of Viggo's belly before stopping, his fingertips unsure as they touched the wiry curls at his groin.
"My Lord?" Orlando asked, his dark eyes uncertain. "It is permitted?"
Viggo blew out a breath. "Anything you want, blossom - whatever you feel comfortable with." He didn't want to rush the boy but his cock was standing up hard with want and he was aching to feel Orlando touch him there.
The first hesitant touch to his throbbing flesh made Viggo groan out loud, a low sound deep from his soul. The boy might be unskilled but he was a natural. Viggo looked up and nodded encouragingly, worried that the boy might think that he had done something wrong again. But Orlando's face was a picture of amazed concentration as he grew bolder and grasped Viggo's cock in both hands, sliding the hard flesh between his palms in a slow rhythm.
"Like this, my Lord?" Orlando asked, smiling up in wonder.
"Oh, yeah, boy - that'll do it," Viggo huffed, trying to hold back from just giving in and thrusting his hips up violently.
"Do it, my Lord?"
The innocent question made Viggo pause. He had to make sure that Orlando knew what they were doing. He wouldn't have him frightened or unhappy. "Like when I was touching you before, blossom. You keep on with what you're doing and you'll make me come."
"And that is wrong?" Orlando's hands stopped moving and held Viggo's cock as if it were something precious.
Viggo smiled and stroked Orlando's curls. "Nope, it's very, very right. There are a lot of ways that we can pleasure each other and that's one of 'em."
"Is that what you would like? Or is there something else that you would prefer? What can I do for you, my Lord? Teach me, please."
Orlando spoke so earnestly that Viggo couldn't help the picture that suddenly flashed into his brain - pushing his cock into the boy's sweet, tight body and taking him until they both exploded in ecstasy. Heat rushed through him at the tantalising image but he managed to stay calm - on the outside, at least. He took Orlando's hands gently in his own and pulled them to his lips, kissing them softly.
"There are lots of ways that a man, a lover, can please another - with kisses and simple touches like you were doing, or with something more."
"More?"
"Yeah, a man can use his mouth on another man's cock. That can be a wonderful feeling," Viggo said carefully, not wanting to spook the boy.
"Is that something that you would like, my Lord? For me to use my mouth in such a way?"
Viggo felt his cock lurch at the thought of those lush pink lips stretched wide around him. Orlando looked down at his hardened flesh and licked his lips. Viggo shuddered. Oh, it sure was a temptation.
Before he could speak, Orlando asked tentatively, "How may I serve you, my Lord? Please tell me what you desire for I ache to bring you all the pleasure that I can."
As much as that beautiful mouth tempted him, Viggo desperately wanted to take the boy fully, to spread him wide and sink into that hot body. But he didn't want to push too quickly. The boy was so willing and Viggo was worried that he might do something that he really didn't want to - just to please him. However it seemed that Orlando could sense his reticence, obviously already tuned to his needs.
"Is there more? Something else that you wish of me, my Lord? I am eager to share all that I am with you, I wish to be yours in body, heart and soul. Please tell me."
Orlando sounded so eager and hopeful that Viggo decided to explain it all. If the boy seemed scared or unsure in any way then he'd just leave it. There was no way that he was going to influence or force Orlando to do anything that he wasn't ready for.
"Like I said, there's a lot of ways for two men to be together and to share pleasure. But there is a way that's really special - when one man takes the other inside him - kinda like a joining."
Orlando's eyes grew wide and his breath came in soft pants. "Oh, yes please…I want to be yours in all ways, my Lord - for us to joined as one and to experience all that there is. But how would this happen? I do not understand. In what manner may this bonding occur?"
Viggo could see the desire in Orlando's dark eyes and could feel him trembling with want. He pushed Orlando to lie flat on his back, gently parting his legs, and then guided him to raise his knees, his feet on the bed. The boy complied easily, his face showing no concern, merely intense anticipation. Viggo smiled reassuringly and touched a single finger to the small hole between the luscious cheeks of the boy's ass.
"Here," Viggo said carefully. "A man can put his cock in here."
Orlando's mouth opened in surprise and he blushed warmly. "There, my Lord? But surely such a large thing," he gestured at Viggo's cock, lying hard against his belly, "will not fit in this place?"
Viggo rubbed his finger lightly over the puckered opening, pleased as he saw Orlando's enjoyment of the sensation. "Well, it can be a tight fit but if it's done carefully then it can be the best feeling in the world - good for both men."
"And you would do this? With me?" Orlando asked, his voice vibrating with desire. "You wish to bond with me in this way so that our bodies can truly become one?"
Viggo closed his eyes briefly, Orlando's obvious willingness and excitement causing his breath to catch. "I do. I can't deny that I want you, I want all of you, blossom. But it may hurt at first and I don't want you doing this just to please me, understand?" Orlando had to know all of the facts and come to his own decision about this. No matter how much Viggo wanted him, he wasn't going to push the boy.
Orlando smiled, his face glowing. "My Lord. I have wanted you all of my life, have longed for your touch for as long as I can remember. I trust you to take care of me and to teach me in the ways of lovemaking. But you must believe me when I say that I truly wish for this - for this ultimate union between us. Please understand…I *love* you, my Lord and all that I am is yours…forever."
Viggo couldn't speak, his throat was dry and a long forgotten prickle of teary heat blurred his eyes. Love? This boy loved him? He might be older, more experienced, but when it came to love he was a novice. He'd never been in love and wasn't even sure how it felt. He looked again at the smile warming Orlando's face and realised that he never wanted to see it fade. This beautiful boy's happiness meant more to him than his own, meant more than his own life. He was shocked. He'd never known feelings like this before and suddenly he knew, not the how or even the why of it, but he knew that he'd fallen in love. Hard Ridin' Viggo Mortensen was finally in love…with a dark eyed boy with the face of an angel.
Viggo sighed and smiled, content to just accept this unexpected hand that he'd been dealt. Life sure could be a gamble but this time it looked like he was holding all the aces.
"My Lord?" Orlando hadn't moved and was staring at him with such open longing that Viggo couldn't have denied him, no matter what.
"I want you, angel," Viggo murmured, leaning over until their lips barely touched. "And I love you." Orlando's joyful sigh was swallowed as Viggo took his mouth in a kiss, pushing forward and tangling the boy's tongue with his own. They stayed like this for a long while, Viggo's body pressing Orlando into the soft bed as their mouths moved synchronously, sharing breath and desire. Gradually Viggo slowed the kiss down until he could pull away and look into the achingly lovely face below him.
"Are you ready, blossom? Still want to do this?"
Orlando sighed dreamily and nodded. "Yes please, my Lord. I wish for us to be joined - to take you within my body. But I am unsure what I should do…."
"Now, don't you worry about that," Viggo smiled. "Let me take care of everything."
"So you will join with me now?" Orlando asked, his face alight with hunger.
Viggo felt his cock lurch yet again - this boy was going to kill him. "Not yet, blossom. It's going to be a tight fit and I have to make sure that you're ready for me, kinda ease the way. I don't want to hurt you."
Orlando's eyes flashed with excitement but Viggo could sense some lingering nervousness. He stroked his knuckles down the boy's cheek and kissed him softly. "No need to worry, angel - everything's gonna be all right."
Orlando smiled - the sweetness making Viggo's head spin. He just wasn't used to feeling like this. "I trust you, my Lord."
Viggo pressed another kiss to the smiling mouth, he was determined to be worthy of that trust. He nodded. "Okay, blossom. I want you to lie on your belly for me and spread your legs nice and wide."
Orlando obeyed immediately and Viggo's pulse quickened at the sight of the perky little ass presented so eagerly for him. He stroked Orlando's back soothingly and took a couple more deep breaths to calm his over anxious cock and then slid down the bed until he was level with the peachy globes. He could feel Orlando squirming slightly and kissed a pert buttock gently. "Don't you worry about nothing, just relax and enjoy. Okay, blossom?"
Viggo parted the firm cheeks and blew gently across the boy's tight pink hole. Orlando's response was muffled as he pressed his face into a silk pillow and Viggo could feel the lithe body trembling beneath him. He whispered softly, his breath just caressing the tiny pucker. "Relax, blossom…."
Viggo pressed forward and teased the fluttering hole with his tongue, lapping around it and carefully pushing inside with soft searching licks. Orlando was whimpering into the pillow, his body taut as a bowstring and his hips pushing rhythmically into the mattress. Viggo smiled and hummed happily as he continued to lap at the boy's tender sweetness. It felt good to bring his boy so much pleasure, even if the wait was almost killing him and his complaining cock. But he was determined to do this right and make it good for Orlando. He continued to coax the boy's hole open with his tongue for a while until it was time for more.
Viggo kissed the slick pucker and eased up, moving to lie at Orlando's side, stroking the long lean muscles of his back tenderly. He dipped his fingers into the valley of the firm ass and circled one finger around the hole. "Blossom?" Viggo leant close to Orlando's ear and kissed the soft skin. "Do you have anything that can help us out here? Something slick and slippery?" Saliva wasn't going to be enough, not if he didn't want to cause the boy pain.
Orlando lifted his head from the pillow, his eyes so dark and heavy that he looked almost feverish - feverish with arousal. He slowly focussed and glanced towards a low ornate table at the bedside with various fancy glass bottles and jars. "There, my Lord. There are unguents and sweet oils for soothing the skin. Will that be sufficient for your needs?"
Viggo reached over and picked up a blue glass vial with a long elegant stopper. He poured some of the oil onto his hand and rubbed it through his fingers - it was slick and smelled of some kind of spice. "Perfect - that'll do the job."
Orlando was lying with his head to one side, watching his every move and Viggo smiled, reassuring him before returning his hand to the boy's perfect ass.
"I'm going to use this to help open you with my fingers."
"Your fingers, my Lord?"
"Yeah, I'm going to use my fingers first to stretch you and make it a mite easier. Then when you're ready - and remember you have to tell me if you're not - then I'm going to put this inside you." Viggo stroked his reddened cock for a few moments, the oil making the slip and slide of his palm feel sublime.
Orlando's eyes followed the motion and he whimpered softly. "I want that, my Lord. I wish to feel you inside me, to feel us joined as one."
Viggo nodded. "I want it too, blossom." He slicked his fingers with more oil and reached between Orlando's cheeks, pressing against the shadowed hole. His finger slipped inside a little and Orlando sighed, his hips lifting and making the finger slide in to the first knuckle.
"Oh, oh - so good, my Lord…."
"I know, blossom. You just keep telling me how you're feeling." Viggo pushed in deeper. The boy was so tight. He moved his finger carefully and the narrow channel gradually relaxed, the pressure easing. "I'm going to add another finger now…"
Viggo could see the tiny nod as Orlando squirmed beneath him, his breath coming in fast pants. He pulled out briefly, just long enough to add some more oil to his fingers, and shushed Orlando as he began to whimper in need. "Shhh, s'okay - I'm just using some more oil - want to keep you slicked up so that it won't hurt."
Viggo stroked the little pink hole and slid one finger back inside and then added a second. He heard Orlando's quiet grunt and stopped moving. "Does it hurt?"
Orlando looked back across his shoulder and smiled hesitantly. "Not hurt, my Lord. It just feels…full. I am unaccustomed to this sensation."
"I know but it'll soon start feeling a whole lot better, I promise," Viggo winked.
"My Lord?" Orlando's face was bemused and then Viggo twisted his fingers and rubbed at the tiny nub he'd been searching for. Orlando's reaction was immediate - his eyes opened wide, his body went tense and he shook.
"W-what? My Lord?" Orlando whispered, his voice hoarse and awestruck.
"That's a little place that a man has back here," Viggo explained, "and when it gets touched right it's like firecrackers on the Fourth of July!"
Orlando nodded and then moaned as Viggo teased the gland again. "And I will feel this when you are inside me, my Lord?"
"That and a whole lot more, blossom," Viggo said, working his fingers to carefully stretch and pleasure the boy's tight passage.
Orlando just groaned and pushed his hips into the mattress. "Oh, please…I want you so much, my Lord. Will you not take me?"
Viggo's cock leapt at Orlando's begging, the pleading tone making his blood surge in anticipation. He quickly added one last oil-drenched finger and gave a final, thorough stretch. The walls of the tight channel were relaxing and growing accustomed to his touch, and Viggo knew that it was time. The boy was ready and so was he - if he waited much longer it'd be all over before he even got inside the enticing body that was waiting so eagerly for him.
"Okay, blossom. You're sure you're ready for me?" Viggo had to ask. He didn't want to hurt Orlando.
Orlando turned and looked at him with serious eyes, flashes of desire lighting their dark depths. "I am ready, my Lord. But I am…there is one thing…" He hesitated, his face uncertain.
Viggo pulled him close and kissed at the tiny furrow on Orlando's brow. "What is it?" He wanted everything to be all right, he wouldn't risk hurting him. He needed to know that his heart and mind were ready, not just his body.
"I am unsure, my Lord - of the way in which you would do this. The way in which we would join and complete our bond but…I would like to be able to see your face as you enter me. Is…is that allowed? Is it acceptable?"
Viggo smiled in relief. "That sounds perfect. But sometimes - for your first time - it may hurt a little. Are you sure you want to do it this way? I'll try to be careful."
Orlando nodded. "I wish to see you, as we become one. I wish to see your handsome face, the face of the man whom I belong to, my Lord. "
Orlando knew what he wanted and Viggo wanted it too. The thought of pushing into him - his boy, *his* - and watching that bewitching face as he experienced it all for the first time was too tempting. He couldn't deny the boy - or himself. "I want to see you too, angel." He kissed Orlando deeply and laid him back against the pillows before positioning himself between the widespread legs.
"I'm going to put your legs onto my shoulders to start with, okay? So that I can get at you a bit easier," Viggo said and reached for the oil to coat himself. As he slicked his hard cock, Orlando's hands reached down and joined him, the sensation of those long fingers touching him so delicately and with such reverent desire making his breath short. "I won't last too long if you do that, blossom. You feel too good."
Orlando smiled, looking pleased at the compliment and opened his legs wider, the invitation clear. Viggo lifted Orlando's legs, kissing a path down each calf to the shapely ankles before gently resting them on his shoulders. Orlando's hole was exposed, quivering and slick in the lamplight. Viggo wanted this so much, wanted to feel his boy squeezing down on his cock, wanted to make him see stars and remember this for the rest of his life. He eased forward and took his hard flesh in his hand, slowly guiding it to rest against the pucker. He teased the hole lightly, circling his cock around the glistening flesh.
"Okay, blossom?"
"Y-yes, my Lord, please!" Orlando panted, his face flushed with want.
"Take a deep breath," Viggo instructed, breathing in himself as he slowly pushed forward. There was a moment of resistance and then the tight ring relaxed and he felt himself sink inside just a little. The body below him stilled and he looked up in concern. Orlando's eyes were squeezed shut but his face was a blank mask and he was panting shallowly. He was obviously hurting but not saying anything.
"Orlando? Blossom? Just breathe for me. Take some big breaths and blow 'em out, okay?"
Orlando nodded and did as he was told. Viggo felt the tense muscles around the head of his cock relaxing and huffed out a relieved breath as he saw that Orlando looked calmer.
"That's it, you're doing good - real good. Now keep breathing and bear down for me." Viggo pushed a little more, his cock slowly sliding in an inch at a time until eventually he was fully sheathed, Orlando's body opening in welcome. "That's it, you got me. You got me, blossom." The feeling was indescribable, slick velvet walls pulsing around his hard flesh, the glorious heat nearly searing him in its intensity. He'd never felt anything like it, sinking into this boy - his boy - had felt like finally coming home.
"Orlando? Are you okay? Just stay still a spell until it feels easier."
Viggo held himself steady, though the urge to just pound into the heaven of the hot sheath surrounding him was almost overwhelming. Orlando was lying still, breathing deeply. There were small lines of pain around his eyes but they quickly faded as his breathing evened out, and they were replaced by a look of pure joy and wonder - a broad smile slowly transforming his face as Viggo looked on.
"My Lord…we are one…we are joined. I feel you within me." Orlando's voice was an astonished whisper. "I had no idea, never imagined that such a feeling could exist…it is though I feel your very heart beating within me."
Viggo knew how the boy felt. Despite all the fucking he'd done, this was the first time that he'd entered a body with love. There was no comparison - having both the emotional connection as well as the physical was almost beyond his comprehension. He felt alive in a way that he could never remember feeling before.
"I feel you too, angel."
Viggo couldn't say anymore, he didn't have the fancy words to tell Orlando just how special this moment was for him too - how special *he* was - and what this all meant. He was just a simple cowboy and he didn't know how to take these unfamiliar, jumbled up feelings of happiness and love, and string them into a sentence. He'd just have to try and show Orlando.
He guided Orlando's legs down until they clasped his waist and leant forward, their mouths almost touching. He could feel warm breaths caressing him as he gazed into dark loving eyes. "I feel you…." He closed the short distance that kept him from the sweetest mouth he'd ever known and took it in a deep kiss. He immersed himself in the feel of the soft lips moving so pliantly with his own, pushing his tongue inside the warm haven. It was as if Orlando's body cradled him completely, he felt consumed as he buried himself within his boy; soft mouth sucking on his tongue and hot tightness embracing his cock. It made his heart thump hard enough to burst.
Viggo pulled back slightly, feeling the muscled channel grasping deliciously at his hard shaft, and then pushed back inside once more. The sensation caused him to moan and the sound mingled with Orlando's delighted gasp.
"Oh, my Lord, my Lord - do that again, I beg of you!"
Viggo repeated the movement, his cock dragging over Orlando's gland on each stroke. He could feel the boy's erection pushing against his belly and continued to rock in and out of his body, each stroke drawing ever louder cries. He reached between them and took Orlando's weeping cock in his hand, pumping it in time with the rhythm of his movements. He felt Orlando's reaction immediately, the walls of his channel squeezing down with sublime heat and pressure. He slowed a little, not wanting to come too quickly - he wanted to do this forever, to feel Orlando's body around him, hear his breathy cries of arousal and joy. He pulled Orlando up onto his thighs, the wiry curls of his groin brushing against the silky smooth skin of the boy's ass. The change in angle let him bury himself even more deeply into the hot, tight passage and Orlando cried out, his hands reaching for Viggo and pulling him down to seal their mouths together. The pace of their lovemaking increased, Viggo couldn't help it - it felt too good, he couldn't get enough of the beautiful body writhing beneath him. He worked the turgid flesh in his hand - he wanted Orlando to come, wanted to feel himself coming as his boy did. It only took another few strokes and he felt Orlando tense and the velvety walls that enclosed his cock contract.
As ecstasy overtook him, Orlando cried out in wonder. "Oh, my Lord…my…Viggo!"
Viggo knew a moment of perfection as he heard the euphoria in Orlando's voice, heard his name falling from those sweet lips, and then the tight heat surrounding his cock clenched and spasmed and his boy was coming, ropes of pearly fluid covering Viggo's hand and smearing onto their bellies. Viggo followed him into bliss, his seed shooting from him and filling the still shuddering body held tightly in his embrace.
Long moments later Viggo's frantically thundering heart slowed and he managed to lift his head from where it had fallen on Orlando's shoulder. He knew that he would never forget the sight that greeted him. Orlando was smiling up at him, his curls in disarray and his mouth reddened and swollen from their kisses. But his face shone with joy, it was as if he was lit from within and utter contentment and peace radiated from him. Viggo felt humbled that he had been able to give such a gift, such happiness to his boy. But also humbled by the enormity of the gift given in return - Orlando had trusted him, with his body and heart. Viggo knew that he would never give up either; Orlando was truly his now - forever.
"Are you all right, blossom?" Viggo asked softly, his voice feeling scratchy and unused.
Orlando's smile grew broader, his whole face beaming. "Oh, yes, *yes*, my Lord. That was…I have no words, my Lord. It was beyond anything that I could ever have imagined. *You* are beyond anything that I could ever have imagined." He lifted his head and brushed a gentle kiss to Viggo's lips. "Thank you, my Lord."
Viggo could only return the smile and deepen the kiss. He didn't know what to say, how to tell Orlando how much he meant to him. As the kiss gradually grew softer, he slowly pulled away, sliding Orlando's legs to the bed carefully and gently easing himself from his body. A brief look of pain and loss flitted through dark eyes.
"Sorry, blossom," Viggo soothed with another kiss. "Let me make you more comfortable." He wiped Orlando's skin with another swatch of silk, tenderly cleaning the slightly reddened pucker between his cheeks, before settling back on the bed and pulling Orlando into his arms. He stroked his fingers through the soft curls trailing across Orlando's shoulders.
"Thank you, my Lord," Orlando whispered, nuzzling at Viggo's chest. "I love you."
Viggo sighed happily and cuddled Orlando closer. "I love you too, angel." He wasn't going to question it, even if he still wasn't sure how it had happened. One minute he was crossing the finish line after the toughest race of his life and the next he was here - holding the most beautiful boy he had ever seen and planning to spend the rest of his days loving him. Looked like Lady Luck had definitely been on his side today….
"I am most honoured to be loved by you, my Lord," Orlando said happily.
"Viggo," Viggo corrected softly.
"My Lord?" Orlando looked uncertain.
"My name's Viggo."
"B-but…you are my Lord, my Lord," Orlando mumbled, his words unsure.
"You called me Viggo before - when we were making love," Viggo said, careful that his voice held no note of censure. He didn't want Orlando to think that he'd done anything wrong.
"I am sorry, my Lord. I did not mean to…it was a mistake. I forgot myself, I felt driven beyond my senses. I meant no disrespect, please forgive me, my Lord," Orlando whispered miserably.
"Hey! You didn't do anything wrong, blossom. I liked hearing you saying my name like that."
"But it is not seemly, my Lord. You are Lord of the Fire and I am merely your consort."
Orlando looked genuinely upset and Viggo hurried to explain. "You're not my possession, Orlando," he said gently.
"But I am, my Lord…and I wish to be," Orlando's voice grew quieter, as if he feared rejection. "I wish to be yours - to belong to you, my Lord."
"You do belong to me, angel - just like I belong to you," Viggo soothed.
"My Lord? I am sorry but I do not understand."
Viggo pulled Orlando closer and touched his lips to the top of his head, the luxurious curls smelling sweet and fresh with a hint of some exotic spice. He needed to explain this and help Orlando understand. He decided to try another tack.
"I was making a joke with your father before the race."
Orlando looked up questioningly.
"I told him that God didn't make men equal but that Mister Colt did."
Orlando smiled shyly and his eyes moved to the gun belt lying close to the bed. "My father would read to me when I was a small boy - stories of you and other cowboys. He was always fascinated by the famous Colt pistol. B-but I still do not understand, my Lord."
Viggo continued. "Well, your daddy told me that all men aren't equal - but that they can earn it. I didn't understand what he meant then but I think I do now. You're of royal blood - the son of a Sheikh and I'm just a cowboy."
Orlando shook his head, clearly disagreeing with Viggo's description of himself as '*just* a cowboy', but Viggo smiled and carried on. "Then I won this old race and I figure that your daddy sees me as more of an equal now, what with me being a Lord and all." He drawled out the title and chuckled at Orlando's infectious giggle. "Well, that should at least mean that we're on more of a level footing, shouldn't it? I don't see myself as 'your Lord', Orlando. I'm not more than you, you see? We're more like equals - the same."
Orlando nodded hesitantly but Viggo could see the confusion still clouding his eyes. He'd been raised to see himself as one thing and here was Viggo telling him something different. It would probably take a time to get used to…but hell, they had time - he could spend the rest of his life making the boy see his own worth if he needed to.
"I'm Viggo and you're Orlando, okay?"
"But you are still *my* Viggo, are you not, my Lord, um, my Viggo?" Orlando murmured timidly.
Viggo chuckled and pulled Orlando closer, pecking a line of tiny kisses from his cheek to mouth. "Yeah, I'm your Viggo," he smiled, "and you're my Orlando, got it?"
Viggo felt the smile against his lips. "I am yours and you are mine. Yes, my Viggo?" Orlando said.
"Yup, you got it," Viggo said contentedly, deepening the kiss a little before settling back comfortably, Orlando warm and pliant in his arms.
"Blossom," Orlando said thoughtfully. "You have called me that often…and angel."
Viggo felt his face heating for a moment, glad for the dimness of the tent. Cowboys never blushed, even if they were hopelessly in love. "Yeah, well blossom just seems to fit you…and you are an angel. I thought so from the moment that I set eyes on you. You don't mind?"
"Of course not, my Lord...my Viggo. They are special names? Just for me?" Orlando's eyes looked hopeful.
"Yeah, just for you, angel," Viggo whispered softly, honoured to be the reason for the sweet smile curling at lush pink lips. "Like love names…"
"*Love* names, my Lord, my Viggo?" Orlando's smile grew wider.
"Yeah, 'cus I meant what I said, angel. I do love you."
"As I love you, my Viggo - as I always have…and as I always will…"
Viggo smiled at the joy evident in Orlando's face, knowing that his own mirrored the feeling. "Always, angel," he murmured before giving in and taking the sweet lips in a brief, gentle kiss.
"Time to sleep now, blossom," Viggo sighed happily. He pulled Orlando to him and covered them with a blanket as his boy snuggled close in his arms. "Tomorrow's a new day."
"Yes, my Lord…my Viggo," came the sleepy response.
Epilogue
Viggo pulled back a touch on TJ's reins and the old stallion trotted to a stop as they reached the brow of the small rise. He looked out over the prairie; the afternoon sun was dropping low in the sky but the roof of the ranch house was just visible in the distance. He turned at the sound of hooves and smiled as Orlando brought Percy to a stop at his side, patting the horse's neck affectionately.
His boy was now a man…but still as breathtakingly beautiful as the day that he'd first set eyes on him. And every day it seemed that Viggo grew to love him more. Their life was all that he could've wished for. They shared everything - from days spent riding for no better reason than the thrill of feeling the wind in their hair, to evenings sitting close together by the fireside, reading and swapping stories as the crackling logs hissed and popped in the hearth. Orlando loved to hear tales of Viggo's racing days and they spent many a happy winter eve cuddled together just talking and laughing. Orlando's humour and spirit was infectious and he could still be relied on for some high jinks or other.
Viggo looked over and caught the hint of a grin. "What you up to, blossom?" He drawled, chuckling as Orlando's face became suspiciously contrite and obedient.
"Why nothing, my Lord," Orlando said softly but his eyes twinkled with fire.
Viggo nodded seriously for a moment before breaking into a wide toothy grin. My Lord, indeed! They had long treated each other as equals and this was just Orlando's way of letting Viggo know that he was horny!
"Really, boy?" Viggo said, playing the well loved game.
"It is just that I fear that I have been neglecting my studies, my Lord. You know that I wish to please you in all ways and I feel that I need further guidance - in the ways of pleasuring a man. Could you teach me, my Lord? Please?" Orlando asked, his tone sincere but his eyes dancing beneath darkly smudged lashes.
Viggo pretended to think it over. It had been years since he'd needed to teach Orlando anything in the bedroom - or in the barn or stables for that matter. They both enjoyed making love, the passion they found as they shared their bodies with each other only reinforcing the depth of their love and commitment. "Well, I'd hate you to fall behind, blossom," he winked.
"I always strive to be a good and obedient student, my Lord," Orlando nodded innocently. "To be attentive to your...*needs*."
Orlando practically growled the last word and Viggo felt his cock lurch in agreement. It was definitely time to be riding home and getting his boy naked and panting in his arms. He reached across and pressed a brief but thorough kiss to Orlando's teasing lips. "Home, blossom. Now."
Orlando's eyes darkened with desire and his smile was filled with sweet promise. "Anything for you, my Viggo." Then he spurred Percy on, galloping away towards the ranch and calling behind him, "Come on, my Lord! I want you!"
Viggo smiled. Orlando had been an unexpected and undreamt of gift and he was thankful everyday for having found him. He'd had to travel half a world away but the Lakota had been right, his heart had finally followed the winds home - home to Orlando.
His smile grew broader as he watched the beloved figure racing off into the distance. Yep, he was home at last.
He laughed loudly and then let out a whoop, urging TJ on and chasing after his love.
"Let 'er buck!"
The end
Additonal note:
I went to see Hidalgo at the cinema, nearly a year ago now, & came out with a really vivid image burning in my brain - a half-naked Orlando kneeling before Viggo & calling him 'My Lord'.
That image tucked itself away & worked unobtrusively yet diligently at my subconcious until a couple of weeks ago when this burst out & onto the page.
I like to think that it was worth the wait - I hope you might too. ♥
A collated version of this story can be found here.
Time to run for the hills, tell your friends or whatever... (g)
Scattered Hearts
by
Bluespirit
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the Old West & Viggo is a champion endurance rider.
Warning: AU
Previous chapters can be found here:~
Chapter one
Chapter two
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.
Notes:
1. This story draws inspiration from Hidalgo but is most definitely a fantasy. ♥
2. Thanks go, as always, to my wonderful beta
xanthefic for her hard work & support. Thanks also to the awesome vagabondage for checking there were no lurking 'Brit-isms' & to the rest of the 'poker gang' for their help. And finally, a huge thank you & choc chip cookie mountain to my personal fic-ness trainer & slash motivational coach, pirate_hussies for her tireless 3. Grateful hugs to everyone who has endured my obsessive word count for this fic. Just in the interests of completeness : grand total = 16,450! *runs away*
4. Kind feedback is very welcome, thank you. ♥
Archive: Mirrormere, related mailing list & fic community archives.
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Scattered Hearts
by
Bluespirit
Previously:~
"My Lord?" It was both a question and a plea.
Viggo nodded reassuringly. "Just feel, blossom…." He kissed Orlando again and began to stroke the hard cock with firm strokes, root to head, swirling his thumb in the crystal droplets now weeping freely from the tip. He was amazed at how good it felt to do this, to bring such pleasure to the boy in his arms. It didn't take long - between Orlando's inexperience and state of arousal, and Viggo's skilful pleasuring, Orlando was soon shaking and panting as his body grew rigid and then convulsed helplessly in ecstasy, his breathy cries ringing out. Viggo soothed the pulsing flesh through the contractions and tremors of completion before carefully wiping Orlando clean with a nearby swatch of silk. He stripped the ivory pants from Orlando's long legs and held him close.
Orlando continued to pant and Viggo stroked and comforted him, scattering kisses across his face until he grew calm once more.
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Chapter Three
Eventually Orlando stirred. He reached up and held Viggo's face gently between his hands for a moment. "Thank you, my Lord. That was…I cannot…I do not know what to say. I have never felt such a wondrous feeling in all of my life. Thank you."
"Well, that's good, right? So why the sad face, blossom?" Viggo was relieved that Orlando had obviously enjoyed his touches and that he'd managed to go slowly with the boy - though his cock felt half strangled in his pants. But he was concerned at Orlando's doleful expression.
"But I have failed you, my Lord," Orlando whispered. "It is my duty - my honour - to serve you and yet I lay here and received pleasure. I gave you nothing in return."
"Okay, first thing," Viggo said, kissing Orlando gently. "You have given me pleasure. Watching you like that, knowing that it was me making you feel that way? That was a wonderful feeling. This is a two-way thing, you know - I don't just expect you to do everything for me - I want to make you happy too. Got that?"
Orlando nodded a little unsurely and Viggo kissed him again, the boy was irresistible when he was like this but he wanted to make sure that he understood before they went any further.
"Second thing," Viggo continued. "Who says we're done here? There's a lot of things I want to show you, to share with you and if you want to, we can carry on right now." Viggo's cock pulsed in agreement and he had to grit his teeth to stop himself pushing against the sweet body in his arms. He couldn't stop the deep moan though when a moment later a tentative hand rubbed at the bulge in his pants. He looked up in shock at Orlando's cautious face.
"Please, I wish to learn…to bring you pleasure as you did me. May I look upon you…t-touch you? Will you teach me, my Lord?"
Viggo moaned, the boy's guileless enthusiasm making him harder than ever. He stroked Orlando's face and nodded. "'Course I will, boy - if that's what you want. How about we start with me getting out of these," he said, his hands going to the waist of his pants.
Orlando blushed, his cheeks staining a beautiful pink, yet his eyes flashed with want. "Yes please. I would be honoured...I need, um…I would like to see you. If that pleases my Lord?"
Viggo smiled to reassure the boy. "That pleases me, Orlando. *You* please me." He stripped off his pants, taking his underwear with them so that he lay back naked on the bed. He had a moment of worry. He was so much older than this perfect boy, had seen a lot of life and had the scars to prove it - what if Orlando was disappointed? His worries faded as he heard a soft gasp and looked up to see Orlando's face wreathed in wonder, his eyes shining appreciatively.
"Oh, my Lord. I had no idea…you are so beautiful, so handsome - all over!"
Viggo couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled Orlando to him for a brief kiss. "I'm mighty glad that you think that way, blossom."
"Oh, I do, my Lord. Surely I am most fortunate to be the consort of such a fine and impressive man. May I touch you please?"
Viggo smiled and took a steadying breath. He really needed to keep himself under control.
Orlando stretched a gentle hand to Viggo's chest, stroking the firm muscles there before cautiously moving lower. The touch was electrifying and Viggo felt as if his skin was afire - he'd never been treated so carefully and reverently before, like he was the most important thing in the world. And perhaps to Orlando he was - he certainly spoke of him in that way. Viggo sighed happily as he realised that the boy was rapidly coming to mean the same to him.
Orlando continued to worship his body with gentle caresses, his hands skating over the flat planes of Viggo's belly before stopping, his fingertips unsure as they touched the wiry curls at his groin.
"My Lord?" Orlando asked, his dark eyes uncertain. "It is permitted?"
Viggo blew out a breath. "Anything you want, blossom - whatever you feel comfortable with." He didn't want to rush the boy but his cock was standing up hard with want and he was aching to feel Orlando touch him there.
The first hesitant touch to his throbbing flesh made Viggo groan out loud, a low sound deep from his soul. The boy might be unskilled but he was a natural. Viggo looked up and nodded encouragingly, worried that the boy might think that he had done something wrong again. But Orlando's face was a picture of amazed concentration as he grew bolder and grasped Viggo's cock in both hands, sliding the hard flesh between his palms in a slow rhythm.
"Like this, my Lord?" Orlando asked, smiling up in wonder.
"Oh, yeah, boy - that'll do it," Viggo huffed, trying to hold back from just giving in and thrusting his hips up violently.
"Do it, my Lord?"
The innocent question made Viggo pause. He had to make sure that Orlando knew what they were doing. He wouldn't have him frightened or unhappy. "Like when I was touching you before, blossom. You keep on with what you're doing and you'll make me come."
"And that is wrong?" Orlando's hands stopped moving and held Viggo's cock as if it were something precious.
Viggo smiled and stroked Orlando's curls. "Nope, it's very, very right. There are a lot of ways that we can pleasure each other and that's one of 'em."
"Is that what you would like? Or is there something else that you would prefer? What can I do for you, my Lord? Teach me, please."
Orlando spoke so earnestly that Viggo couldn't help the picture that suddenly flashed into his brain - pushing his cock into the boy's sweet, tight body and taking him until they both exploded in ecstasy. Heat rushed through him at the tantalising image but he managed to stay calm - on the outside, at least. He took Orlando's hands gently in his own and pulled them to his lips, kissing them softly.
"There are lots of ways that a man, a lover, can please another - with kisses and simple touches like you were doing, or with something more."
"More?"
"Yeah, a man can use his mouth on another man's cock. That can be a wonderful feeling," Viggo said carefully, not wanting to spook the boy.
"Is that something that you would like, my Lord? For me to use my mouth in such a way?"
Viggo felt his cock lurch at the thought of those lush pink lips stretched wide around him. Orlando looked down at his hardened flesh and licked his lips. Viggo shuddered. Oh, it sure was a temptation.
Before he could speak, Orlando asked tentatively, "How may I serve you, my Lord? Please tell me what you desire for I ache to bring you all the pleasure that I can."
As much as that beautiful mouth tempted him, Viggo desperately wanted to take the boy fully, to spread him wide and sink into that hot body. But he didn't want to push too quickly. The boy was so willing and Viggo was worried that he might do something that he really didn't want to - just to please him. However it seemed that Orlando could sense his reticence, obviously already tuned to his needs.
"Is there more? Something else that you wish of me, my Lord? I am eager to share all that I am with you, I wish to be yours in body, heart and soul. Please tell me."
Orlando sounded so eager and hopeful that Viggo decided to explain it all. If the boy seemed scared or unsure in any way then he'd just leave it. There was no way that he was going to influence or force Orlando to do anything that he wasn't ready for.
"Like I said, there's a lot of ways for two men to be together and to share pleasure. But there is a way that's really special - when one man takes the other inside him - kinda like a joining."
Orlando's eyes grew wide and his breath came in soft pants. "Oh, yes please…I want to be yours in all ways, my Lord - for us to joined as one and to experience all that there is. But how would this happen? I do not understand. In what manner may this bonding occur?"
Viggo could see the desire in Orlando's dark eyes and could feel him trembling with want. He pushed Orlando to lie flat on his back, gently parting his legs, and then guided him to raise his knees, his feet on the bed. The boy complied easily, his face showing no concern, merely intense anticipation. Viggo smiled reassuringly and touched a single finger to the small hole between the luscious cheeks of the boy's ass.
"Here," Viggo said carefully. "A man can put his cock in here."
Orlando's mouth opened in surprise and he blushed warmly. "There, my Lord? But surely such a large thing," he gestured at Viggo's cock, lying hard against his belly, "will not fit in this place?"
Viggo rubbed his finger lightly over the puckered opening, pleased as he saw Orlando's enjoyment of the sensation. "Well, it can be a tight fit but if it's done carefully then it can be the best feeling in the world - good for both men."
"And you would do this? With me?" Orlando asked, his voice vibrating with desire. "You wish to bond with me in this way so that our bodies can truly become one?"
Viggo closed his eyes briefly, Orlando's obvious willingness and excitement causing his breath to catch. "I do. I can't deny that I want you, I want all of you, blossom. But it may hurt at first and I don't want you doing this just to please me, understand?" Orlando had to know all of the facts and come to his own decision about this. No matter how much Viggo wanted him, he wasn't going to push the boy.
Orlando smiled, his face glowing. "My Lord. I have wanted you all of my life, have longed for your touch for as long as I can remember. I trust you to take care of me and to teach me in the ways of lovemaking. But you must believe me when I say that I truly wish for this - for this ultimate union between us. Please understand…I *love* you, my Lord and all that I am is yours…forever."
Viggo couldn't speak, his throat was dry and a long forgotten prickle of teary heat blurred his eyes. Love? This boy loved him? He might be older, more experienced, but when it came to love he was a novice. He'd never been in love and wasn't even sure how it felt. He looked again at the smile warming Orlando's face and realised that he never wanted to see it fade. This beautiful boy's happiness meant more to him than his own, meant more than his own life. He was shocked. He'd never known feelings like this before and suddenly he knew, not the how or even the why of it, but he knew that he'd fallen in love. Hard Ridin' Viggo Mortensen was finally in love…with a dark eyed boy with the face of an angel.
Viggo sighed and smiled, content to just accept this unexpected hand that he'd been dealt. Life sure could be a gamble but this time it looked like he was holding all the aces.
"My Lord?" Orlando hadn't moved and was staring at him with such open longing that Viggo couldn't have denied him, no matter what.
"I want you, angel," Viggo murmured, leaning over until their lips barely touched. "And I love you." Orlando's joyful sigh was swallowed as Viggo took his mouth in a kiss, pushing forward and tangling the boy's tongue with his own. They stayed like this for a long while, Viggo's body pressing Orlando into the soft bed as their mouths moved synchronously, sharing breath and desire. Gradually Viggo slowed the kiss down until he could pull away and look into the achingly lovely face below him.
"Are you ready, blossom? Still want to do this?"
Orlando sighed dreamily and nodded. "Yes please, my Lord. I wish for us to be joined - to take you within my body. But I am unsure what I should do…."
"Now, don't you worry about that," Viggo smiled. "Let me take care of everything."
"So you will join with me now?" Orlando asked, his face alight with hunger.
Viggo felt his cock lurch yet again - this boy was going to kill him. "Not yet, blossom. It's going to be a tight fit and I have to make sure that you're ready for me, kinda ease the way. I don't want to hurt you."
Orlando's eyes flashed with excitement but Viggo could sense some lingering nervousness. He stroked his knuckles down the boy's cheek and kissed him softly. "No need to worry, angel - everything's gonna be all right."
Orlando smiled - the sweetness making Viggo's head spin. He just wasn't used to feeling like this. "I trust you, my Lord."
Viggo pressed another kiss to the smiling mouth, he was determined to be worthy of that trust. He nodded. "Okay, blossom. I want you to lie on your belly for me and spread your legs nice and wide."
Orlando obeyed immediately and Viggo's pulse quickened at the sight of the perky little ass presented so eagerly for him. He stroked Orlando's back soothingly and took a couple more deep breaths to calm his over anxious cock and then slid down the bed until he was level with the peachy globes. He could feel Orlando squirming slightly and kissed a pert buttock gently. "Don't you worry about nothing, just relax and enjoy. Okay, blossom?"
Viggo parted the firm cheeks and blew gently across the boy's tight pink hole. Orlando's response was muffled as he pressed his face into a silk pillow and Viggo could feel the lithe body trembling beneath him. He whispered softly, his breath just caressing the tiny pucker. "Relax, blossom…."
Viggo pressed forward and teased the fluttering hole with his tongue, lapping around it and carefully pushing inside with soft searching licks. Orlando was whimpering into the pillow, his body taut as a bowstring and his hips pushing rhythmically into the mattress. Viggo smiled and hummed happily as he continued to lap at the boy's tender sweetness. It felt good to bring his boy so much pleasure, even if the wait was almost killing him and his complaining cock. But he was determined to do this right and make it good for Orlando. He continued to coax the boy's hole open with his tongue for a while until it was time for more.
Viggo kissed the slick pucker and eased up, moving to lie at Orlando's side, stroking the long lean muscles of his back tenderly. He dipped his fingers into the valley of the firm ass and circled one finger around the hole. "Blossom?" Viggo leant close to Orlando's ear and kissed the soft skin. "Do you have anything that can help us out here? Something slick and slippery?" Saliva wasn't going to be enough, not if he didn't want to cause the boy pain.
Orlando lifted his head from the pillow, his eyes so dark and heavy that he looked almost feverish - feverish with arousal. He slowly focussed and glanced towards a low ornate table at the bedside with various fancy glass bottles and jars. "There, my Lord. There are unguents and sweet oils for soothing the skin. Will that be sufficient for your needs?"
Viggo reached over and picked up a blue glass vial with a long elegant stopper. He poured some of the oil onto his hand and rubbed it through his fingers - it was slick and smelled of some kind of spice. "Perfect - that'll do the job."
Orlando was lying with his head to one side, watching his every move and Viggo smiled, reassuring him before returning his hand to the boy's perfect ass.
"I'm going to use this to help open you with my fingers."
"Your fingers, my Lord?"
"Yeah, I'm going to use my fingers first to stretch you and make it a mite easier. Then when you're ready - and remember you have to tell me if you're not - then I'm going to put this inside you." Viggo stroked his reddened cock for a few moments, the oil making the slip and slide of his palm feel sublime.
Orlando's eyes followed the motion and he whimpered softly. "I want that, my Lord. I wish to feel you inside me, to feel us joined as one."
Viggo nodded. "I want it too, blossom." He slicked his fingers with more oil and reached between Orlando's cheeks, pressing against the shadowed hole. His finger slipped inside a little and Orlando sighed, his hips lifting and making the finger slide in to the first knuckle.
"Oh, oh - so good, my Lord…."
"I know, blossom. You just keep telling me how you're feeling." Viggo pushed in deeper. The boy was so tight. He moved his finger carefully and the narrow channel gradually relaxed, the pressure easing. "I'm going to add another finger now…"
Viggo could see the tiny nod as Orlando squirmed beneath him, his breath coming in fast pants. He pulled out briefly, just long enough to add some more oil to his fingers, and shushed Orlando as he began to whimper in need. "Shhh, s'okay - I'm just using some more oil - want to keep you slicked up so that it won't hurt."
Viggo stroked the little pink hole and slid one finger back inside and then added a second. He heard Orlando's quiet grunt and stopped moving. "Does it hurt?"
Orlando looked back across his shoulder and smiled hesitantly. "Not hurt, my Lord. It just feels…full. I am unaccustomed to this sensation."
"I know but it'll soon start feeling a whole lot better, I promise," Viggo winked.
"My Lord?" Orlando's face was bemused and then Viggo twisted his fingers and rubbed at the tiny nub he'd been searching for. Orlando's reaction was immediate - his eyes opened wide, his body went tense and he shook.
"W-what? My Lord?" Orlando whispered, his voice hoarse and awestruck.
"That's a little place that a man has back here," Viggo explained, "and when it gets touched right it's like firecrackers on the Fourth of July!"
Orlando nodded and then moaned as Viggo teased the gland again. "And I will feel this when you are inside me, my Lord?"
"That and a whole lot more, blossom," Viggo said, working his fingers to carefully stretch and pleasure the boy's tight passage.
Orlando just groaned and pushed his hips into the mattress. "Oh, please…I want you so much, my Lord. Will you not take me?"
Viggo's cock leapt at Orlando's begging, the pleading tone making his blood surge in anticipation. He quickly added one last oil-drenched finger and gave a final, thorough stretch. The walls of the tight channel were relaxing and growing accustomed to his touch, and Viggo knew that it was time. The boy was ready and so was he - if he waited much longer it'd be all over before he even got inside the enticing body that was waiting so eagerly for him.
"Okay, blossom. You're sure you're ready for me?" Viggo had to ask. He didn't want to hurt Orlando.
Orlando turned and looked at him with serious eyes, flashes of desire lighting their dark depths. "I am ready, my Lord. But I am…there is one thing…" He hesitated, his face uncertain.
Viggo pulled him close and kissed at the tiny furrow on Orlando's brow. "What is it?" He wanted everything to be all right, he wouldn't risk hurting him. He needed to know that his heart and mind were ready, not just his body.
"I am unsure, my Lord - of the way in which you would do this. The way in which we would join and complete our bond but…I would like to be able to see your face as you enter me. Is…is that allowed? Is it acceptable?"
Viggo smiled in relief. "That sounds perfect. But sometimes - for your first time - it may hurt a little. Are you sure you want to do it this way? I'll try to be careful."
Orlando nodded. "I wish to see you, as we become one. I wish to see your handsome face, the face of the man whom I belong to, my Lord. "
Orlando knew what he wanted and Viggo wanted it too. The thought of pushing into him - his boy, *his* - and watching that bewitching face as he experienced it all for the first time was too tempting. He couldn't deny the boy - or himself. "I want to see you too, angel." He kissed Orlando deeply and laid him back against the pillows before positioning himself between the widespread legs.
"I'm going to put your legs onto my shoulders to start with, okay? So that I can get at you a bit easier," Viggo said and reached for the oil to coat himself. As he slicked his hard cock, Orlando's hands reached down and joined him, the sensation of those long fingers touching him so delicately and with such reverent desire making his breath short. "I won't last too long if you do that, blossom. You feel too good."
Orlando smiled, looking pleased at the compliment and opened his legs wider, the invitation clear. Viggo lifted Orlando's legs, kissing a path down each calf to the shapely ankles before gently resting them on his shoulders. Orlando's hole was exposed, quivering and slick in the lamplight. Viggo wanted this so much, wanted to feel his boy squeezing down on his cock, wanted to make him see stars and remember this for the rest of his life. He eased forward and took his hard flesh in his hand, slowly guiding it to rest against the pucker. He teased the hole lightly, circling his cock around the glistening flesh.
"Okay, blossom?"
"Y-yes, my Lord, please!" Orlando panted, his face flushed with want.
"Take a deep breath," Viggo instructed, breathing in himself as he slowly pushed forward. There was a moment of resistance and then the tight ring relaxed and he felt himself sink inside just a little. The body below him stilled and he looked up in concern. Orlando's eyes were squeezed shut but his face was a blank mask and he was panting shallowly. He was obviously hurting but not saying anything.
"Orlando? Blossom? Just breathe for me. Take some big breaths and blow 'em out, okay?"
Orlando nodded and did as he was told. Viggo felt the tense muscles around the head of his cock relaxing and huffed out a relieved breath as he saw that Orlando looked calmer.
"That's it, you're doing good - real good. Now keep breathing and bear down for me." Viggo pushed a little more, his cock slowly sliding in an inch at a time until eventually he was fully sheathed, Orlando's body opening in welcome. "That's it, you got me. You got me, blossom." The feeling was indescribable, slick velvet walls pulsing around his hard flesh, the glorious heat nearly searing him in its intensity. He'd never felt anything like it, sinking into this boy - his boy - had felt like finally coming home.
"Orlando? Are you okay? Just stay still a spell until it feels easier."
Viggo held himself steady, though the urge to just pound into the heaven of the hot sheath surrounding him was almost overwhelming. Orlando was lying still, breathing deeply. There were small lines of pain around his eyes but they quickly faded as his breathing evened out, and they were replaced by a look of pure joy and wonder - a broad smile slowly transforming his face as Viggo looked on.
"My Lord…we are one…we are joined. I feel you within me." Orlando's voice was an astonished whisper. "I had no idea, never imagined that such a feeling could exist…it is though I feel your very heart beating within me."
Viggo knew how the boy felt. Despite all the fucking he'd done, this was the first time that he'd entered a body with love. There was no comparison - having both the emotional connection as well as the physical was almost beyond his comprehension. He felt alive in a way that he could never remember feeling before.
"I feel you too, angel."
Viggo couldn't say anymore, he didn't have the fancy words to tell Orlando just how special this moment was for him too - how special *he* was - and what this all meant. He was just a simple cowboy and he didn't know how to take these unfamiliar, jumbled up feelings of happiness and love, and string them into a sentence. He'd just have to try and show Orlando.
He guided Orlando's legs down until they clasped his waist and leant forward, their mouths almost touching. He could feel warm breaths caressing him as he gazed into dark loving eyes. "I feel you…." He closed the short distance that kept him from the sweetest mouth he'd ever known and took it in a deep kiss. He immersed himself in the feel of the soft lips moving so pliantly with his own, pushing his tongue inside the warm haven. It was as if Orlando's body cradled him completely, he felt consumed as he buried himself within his boy; soft mouth sucking on his tongue and hot tightness embracing his cock. It made his heart thump hard enough to burst.
Viggo pulled back slightly, feeling the muscled channel grasping deliciously at his hard shaft, and then pushed back inside once more. The sensation caused him to moan and the sound mingled with Orlando's delighted gasp.
"Oh, my Lord, my Lord - do that again, I beg of you!"
Viggo repeated the movement, his cock dragging over Orlando's gland on each stroke. He could feel the boy's erection pushing against his belly and continued to rock in and out of his body, each stroke drawing ever louder cries. He reached between them and took Orlando's weeping cock in his hand, pumping it in time with the rhythm of his movements. He felt Orlando's reaction immediately, the walls of his channel squeezing down with sublime heat and pressure. He slowed a little, not wanting to come too quickly - he wanted to do this forever, to feel Orlando's body around him, hear his breathy cries of arousal and joy. He pulled Orlando up onto his thighs, the wiry curls of his groin brushing against the silky smooth skin of the boy's ass. The change in angle let him bury himself even more deeply into the hot, tight passage and Orlando cried out, his hands reaching for Viggo and pulling him down to seal their mouths together. The pace of their lovemaking increased, Viggo couldn't help it - it felt too good, he couldn't get enough of the beautiful body writhing beneath him. He worked the turgid flesh in his hand - he wanted Orlando to come, wanted to feel himself coming as his boy did. It only took another few strokes and he felt Orlando tense and the velvety walls that enclosed his cock contract.
As ecstasy overtook him, Orlando cried out in wonder. "Oh, my Lord…my…Viggo!"
Viggo knew a moment of perfection as he heard the euphoria in Orlando's voice, heard his name falling from those sweet lips, and then the tight heat surrounding his cock clenched and spasmed and his boy was coming, ropes of pearly fluid covering Viggo's hand and smearing onto their bellies. Viggo followed him into bliss, his seed shooting from him and filling the still shuddering body held tightly in his embrace.
Long moments later Viggo's frantically thundering heart slowed and he managed to lift his head from where it had fallen on Orlando's shoulder. He knew that he would never forget the sight that greeted him. Orlando was smiling up at him, his curls in disarray and his mouth reddened and swollen from their kisses. But his face shone with joy, it was as if he was lit from within and utter contentment and peace radiated from him. Viggo felt humbled that he had been able to give such a gift, such happiness to his boy. But also humbled by the enormity of the gift given in return - Orlando had trusted him, with his body and heart. Viggo knew that he would never give up either; Orlando was truly his now - forever.
"Are you all right, blossom?" Viggo asked softly, his voice feeling scratchy and unused.
Orlando's smile grew broader, his whole face beaming. "Oh, yes, *yes*, my Lord. That was…I have no words, my Lord. It was beyond anything that I could ever have imagined. *You* are beyond anything that I could ever have imagined." He lifted his head and brushed a gentle kiss to Viggo's lips. "Thank you, my Lord."
Viggo could only return the smile and deepen the kiss. He didn't know what to say, how to tell Orlando how much he meant to him. As the kiss gradually grew softer, he slowly pulled away, sliding Orlando's legs to the bed carefully and gently easing himself from his body. A brief look of pain and loss flitted through dark eyes.
"Sorry, blossom," Viggo soothed with another kiss. "Let me make you more comfortable." He wiped Orlando's skin with another swatch of silk, tenderly cleaning the slightly reddened pucker between his cheeks, before settling back on the bed and pulling Orlando into his arms. He stroked his fingers through the soft curls trailing across Orlando's shoulders.
"Thank you, my Lord," Orlando whispered, nuzzling at Viggo's chest. "I love you."
Viggo sighed happily and cuddled Orlando closer. "I love you too, angel." He wasn't going to question it, even if he still wasn't sure how it had happened. One minute he was crossing the finish line after the toughest race of his life and the next he was here - holding the most beautiful boy he had ever seen and planning to spend the rest of his days loving him. Looked like Lady Luck had definitely been on his side today….
"I am most honoured to be loved by you, my Lord," Orlando said happily.
"Viggo," Viggo corrected softly.
"My Lord?" Orlando looked uncertain.
"My name's Viggo."
"B-but…you are my Lord, my Lord," Orlando mumbled, his words unsure.
"You called me Viggo before - when we were making love," Viggo said, careful that his voice held no note of censure. He didn't want Orlando to think that he'd done anything wrong.
"I am sorry, my Lord. I did not mean to…it was a mistake. I forgot myself, I felt driven beyond my senses. I meant no disrespect, please forgive me, my Lord," Orlando whispered miserably.
"Hey! You didn't do anything wrong, blossom. I liked hearing you saying my name like that."
"But it is not seemly, my Lord. You are Lord of the Fire and I am merely your consort."
Orlando looked genuinely upset and Viggo hurried to explain. "You're not my possession, Orlando," he said gently.
"But I am, my Lord…and I wish to be," Orlando's voice grew quieter, as if he feared rejection. "I wish to be yours - to belong to you, my Lord."
"You do belong to me, angel - just like I belong to you," Viggo soothed.
"My Lord? I am sorry but I do not understand."
Viggo pulled Orlando closer and touched his lips to the top of his head, the luxurious curls smelling sweet and fresh with a hint of some exotic spice. He needed to explain this and help Orlando understand. He decided to try another tack.
"I was making a joke with your father before the race."
Orlando looked up questioningly.
"I told him that God didn't make men equal but that Mister Colt did."
Orlando smiled shyly and his eyes moved to the gun belt lying close to the bed. "My father would read to me when I was a small boy - stories of you and other cowboys. He was always fascinated by the famous Colt pistol. B-but I still do not understand, my Lord."
Viggo continued. "Well, your daddy told me that all men aren't equal - but that they can earn it. I didn't understand what he meant then but I think I do now. You're of royal blood - the son of a Sheikh and I'm just a cowboy."
Orlando shook his head, clearly disagreeing with Viggo's description of himself as '*just* a cowboy', but Viggo smiled and carried on. "Then I won this old race and I figure that your daddy sees me as more of an equal now, what with me being a Lord and all." He drawled out the title and chuckled at Orlando's infectious giggle. "Well, that should at least mean that we're on more of a level footing, shouldn't it? I don't see myself as 'your Lord', Orlando. I'm not more than you, you see? We're more like equals - the same."
Orlando nodded hesitantly but Viggo could see the confusion still clouding his eyes. He'd been raised to see himself as one thing and here was Viggo telling him something different. It would probably take a time to get used to…but hell, they had time - he could spend the rest of his life making the boy see his own worth if he needed to.
"I'm Viggo and you're Orlando, okay?"
"But you are still *my* Viggo, are you not, my Lord, um, my Viggo?" Orlando murmured timidly.
Viggo chuckled and pulled Orlando closer, pecking a line of tiny kisses from his cheek to mouth. "Yeah, I'm your Viggo," he smiled, "and you're my Orlando, got it?"
Viggo felt the smile against his lips. "I am yours and you are mine. Yes, my Viggo?" Orlando said.
"Yup, you got it," Viggo said contentedly, deepening the kiss a little before settling back comfortably, Orlando warm and pliant in his arms.
"Blossom," Orlando said thoughtfully. "You have called me that often…and angel."
Viggo felt his face heating for a moment, glad for the dimness of the tent. Cowboys never blushed, even if they were hopelessly in love. "Yeah, well blossom just seems to fit you…and you are an angel. I thought so from the moment that I set eyes on you. You don't mind?"
"Of course not, my Lord...my Viggo. They are special names? Just for me?" Orlando's eyes looked hopeful.
"Yeah, just for you, angel," Viggo whispered softly, honoured to be the reason for the sweet smile curling at lush pink lips. "Like love names…"
"*Love* names, my Lord, my Viggo?" Orlando's smile grew wider.
"Yeah, 'cus I meant what I said, angel. I do love you."
"As I love you, my Viggo - as I always have…and as I always will…"
Viggo smiled at the joy evident in Orlando's face, knowing that his own mirrored the feeling. "Always, angel," he murmured before giving in and taking the sweet lips in a brief, gentle kiss.
"Time to sleep now, blossom," Viggo sighed happily. He pulled Orlando to him and covered them with a blanket as his boy snuggled close in his arms. "Tomorrow's a new day."
"Yes, my Lord…my Viggo," came the sleepy response.
Epilogue
Viggo pulled back a touch on TJ's reins and the old stallion trotted to a stop as they reached the brow of the small rise. He looked out over the prairie; the afternoon sun was dropping low in the sky but the roof of the ranch house was just visible in the distance. He turned at the sound of hooves and smiled as Orlando brought Percy to a stop at his side, patting the horse's neck affectionately.
His boy was now a man…but still as breathtakingly beautiful as the day that he'd first set eyes on him. And every day it seemed that Viggo grew to love him more. Their life was all that he could've wished for. They shared everything - from days spent riding for no better reason than the thrill of feeling the wind in their hair, to evenings sitting close together by the fireside, reading and swapping stories as the crackling logs hissed and popped in the hearth. Orlando loved to hear tales of Viggo's racing days and they spent many a happy winter eve cuddled together just talking and laughing. Orlando's humour and spirit was infectious and he could still be relied on for some high jinks or other.
Viggo looked over and caught the hint of a grin. "What you up to, blossom?" He drawled, chuckling as Orlando's face became suspiciously contrite and obedient.
"Why nothing, my Lord," Orlando said softly but his eyes twinkled with fire.
Viggo nodded seriously for a moment before breaking into a wide toothy grin. My Lord, indeed! They had long treated each other as equals and this was just Orlando's way of letting Viggo know that he was horny!
"Really, boy?" Viggo said, playing the well loved game.
"It is just that I fear that I have been neglecting my studies, my Lord. You know that I wish to please you in all ways and I feel that I need further guidance - in the ways of pleasuring a man. Could you teach me, my Lord? Please?" Orlando asked, his tone sincere but his eyes dancing beneath darkly smudged lashes.
Viggo pretended to think it over. It had been years since he'd needed to teach Orlando anything in the bedroom - or in the barn or stables for that matter. They both enjoyed making love, the passion they found as they shared their bodies with each other only reinforcing the depth of their love and commitment. "Well, I'd hate you to fall behind, blossom," he winked.
"I always strive to be a good and obedient student, my Lord," Orlando nodded innocently. "To be attentive to your...*needs*."
Orlando practically growled the last word and Viggo felt his cock lurch in agreement. It was definitely time to be riding home and getting his boy naked and panting in his arms. He reached across and pressed a brief but thorough kiss to Orlando's teasing lips. "Home, blossom. Now."
Orlando's eyes darkened with desire and his smile was filled with sweet promise. "Anything for you, my Viggo." Then he spurred Percy on, galloping away towards the ranch and calling behind him, "Come on, my Lord! I want you!"
Viggo smiled. Orlando had been an unexpected and undreamt of gift and he was thankful everyday for having found him. He'd had to travel half a world away but the Lakota had been right, his heart had finally followed the winds home - home to Orlando.
His smile grew broader as he watched the beloved figure racing off into the distance. Yep, he was home at last.
He laughed loudly and then let out a whoop, urging TJ on and chasing after his love.
"Let 'er buck!"
The end
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Additonal note:
I went to see Hidalgo at the cinema, nearly a year ago now, & came out with a really vivid image burning in my brain - a half-naked Orlando kneeling before Viggo & calling him 'My Lord'.
That image tucked itself away & worked unobtrusively yet diligently at my subconcious until a couple of weeks ago when this burst out & onto the page.
I like to think that it was worth the wait - I hope you might too. ♥
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A collated version of this story can be found here.
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 02:17 am (UTC)it's perfect, what else can i say? every single word is perfect ♥
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:08 am (UTC)Thank you!
I'm so happy that you enjoyed it, sweetheart.
This is my first full-length VigOrli & I'm so relieved that it worked for you. :-)
*beams*
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 02:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:09 am (UTC)*beams*
You know how highly I regard your writing & so this is really special to me.
*hugs you tight*
xxx
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 04:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:17 am (UTC)Thank you!
*hugs*
And what better way to wake up than to these two gorgeous boys, eh? ;-)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 05:01 am (UTC)Excellent job! Thanks for including the epilogue, cause you know we would have been asking for more. (which you can still continue if you want *wink wink*) lol
I love the playful manner they they evolved into and could see them being together like that in the end!
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:26 am (UTC)*hugs*
Yeah, I had the epilogue in mind as I was writing it - I wanted it to be a complete story & that we would know that they lived this happy, idyllic life together at the ranch. (You - ask for more? Surely not! LOL)
And I wanted Orli to be playful & tease Viggo a little. Just because he'd been born to be given to the Lord of Fire didn't mean that he didn't actually love & want to be with Viggo. I wanted them to have a 'normal' relationship - well, as much as this kind of fantasy allows! (ggg)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 05:39 am (UTC):)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:28 am (UTC)What a way to go, eh? With Vig & Orli. (g)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 05:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 29 Mar 2005 05:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:31 am (UTC)I'm so glad that it had the vital ingredients *wink* &, of course, I had to sprinkle some love in there. ♥
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 06:15 am (UTC)Okay, had to let that out. :)
What a beautiful story, hun. Sweet and erotic and just perfect. Well done!
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:40 am (UTC)I made you squeak! LOL
Okay - Vig & Orli made you squeak. (g)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 07:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:41 am (UTC)I'm glad that you enjoyed it.
And you know I have to have a romantic, happy ending. ♥
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 07:32 am (UTC)Thank you. :)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:42 am (UTC)But it's those two boys - nothing to do with me. *wink*
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 08:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:43 am (UTC)*hugs*
Yeah, it just seemed a very cowboy!Viggo kind of pet name for his Orli. I could imagine him drawling 'Blossom' quite easily. :-)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:18 am (UTC)Wonderful job, darling ... *hugs you tight*
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:45 am (UTC)This story just kind of got to me & wouldn't let go until it was done.
I had such a great experience writing it & so it means an awful lot to hear that you've enjoyed it this much. :-)
*hugs*
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 09:55 am (UTC)happy that you fed your hidalgo bunny..
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 12:52 am (UTC)I tell you - this Viggo muse is quite the chatter box! :-)
*hugs*
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 10:04 am (UTC)Definitely worth the wait! :D
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 12:54 am (UTC)Yes, the image of Orli in silk was just too irrestible - for me & cowboy!Viggo it seems! (g)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 10:37 am (UTC)I loved the peek into the future with the epilogue. We should have you writing movies...I liked this much better than Hidalgo. *grins*
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:05 am (UTC)But as long as you're enjoying it, then I'm happy - thank you, sweetheart.
*hugs*
I had to write the epilogue - these boys definitely deserved a 'happily ever after'. :-)
Yeah, I think Hidalgo would've turned out just a little differently if I'd been writing it! LOL
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 10:38 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing :)
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:06 am (UTC)LOL
Exactly! (g)
Thanks for commenting - you're very kind. :-)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 12:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:17 am (UTC)And that Viggo loved that aspect of his personality too.
I'm so glad that you liked it. :-)
Thank you.
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 12:40 pm (UTC)*wibbles* Completely beautiful and perfect. So amazing, darling. I love everything. <3
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:21 am (UTC)I really appreciate your comments. :-)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 12:50 pm (UTC)'Blossom' was to endearing for words and Viggos care and love for his "unexpected and undreamt of gift" was truly a pleasure to read.
*Melts*
Orlando certainly had blossomed by the end ;p
Thank you *Hugs*
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:25 am (UTC)You don't know how much that has touched me - you're so kind, thank you, sweetheart.
*hugs*
I get so emotionally attached to these characters & it's so special to hear that someone else has found some kind of connection too. :-)
Yeah, Orli is such a Blossom, isn't he? (g)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 12:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:27 am (UTC)Thank you!
I'm so happy that you enjoyed my little sex-in-the-sand fantasy. (g)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 01:03 pm (UTC)Reads again
*____________*
I will never be able to look at Hidalgo in the same way again ..
Thank you!
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:28 am (UTC)Hopefully that's a good thing? (g)
*hugs*
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 01:47 pm (UTC)Angie, slipping a litter of baby plot bunnies over the fence into your yard
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:30 am (UTC)I had a feeling you might say something like this! (g)
Well, I'll never say never but at the moment I'm thinking it's done & I have a new fic in the works. :-)
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 04:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:31 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 04:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:32 am (UTC)I want you back!!! (g)
*hugs*
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Date: 29 Mar 2005 05:03 pm (UTC)As if cowboy!Viggo wasn't enough already to undo me completely, lol.
Our minds must be working alike, since your descriptions of their lovemaking remind me a lot of my own Vigorli PWP that I'm just typing up and intend to post very soon. I'm telling you this just in case you thought I was immitating you on purpose...;)
Do you plan on writing more V/O? I'm asking because I know this isn't your favorite pairing...
Hugs and thanks again for this special treat,
Floating Leaf
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Date: 30 Mar 2005 01:36 am (UTC)Virgin!Orli, calling Viggo "my Lord"... you have no idea what that does to me.
Oooh, pretty much what it does to me, I bet! *wink*
Thanks for the heads-up on your fic - not 'cus I'd think you'd imitated but 'cus I want to read it. :-)
Will you be posting it to any comms or should I friend you?
I'm writing another V/O right now, actually.
Though S/O is the main pairing I write I seem to be having a little V/O phase at the moment. :-)
Hugs and thanks again for this special treat,
You're most welcome.
Thank you for the lovely fb. :-)
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