| Title: Rules Of The Game Author: Jo Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen Rating: NC17 Summary: The cat hunts the mouse...or is it the other way around? Author's Notes: This was inspired by one too many viewings of the infamous "Human scum" smooch video. Wendy was kind enough to beta it for me and nice enough not to rip it apart. Disclaimers: They're not mine, I don't own them, this didn't happen...well, it could have, but they didn't tell me about it...any resemblance to real life events is strictly coincidental and no implications should be drawn because this is a work of FICTION
He could still hear the soft growl ringing in his ears. Still feel the long fingers tangled in his hair as they ruffled the dark strands. This is human scum. The words, uttered so playfully, had been delivered in that soft way he had of speaking. The weight of that arm slung around his neck haunted him. The feel of those soft lips pressed against his cheek still burned his skin where they had touched. This is -- With a soft growl of his own, Viggo Mortenson gave himself a mental shake and tried to thrust Orlando's voice from his mind. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and wandered through the part of Cannes that had been set up for the gathering. The last of the daylight slowly faded, giving way to twilight's dark purple majesty. Pausing for a moment to admire the stars twinkling high above, he suddenly sensed eyes on him. Turning slowly, green eyes darting here and there as if he were still unable to fully shake the Aragorn persona, he scanned the people mingling around him. Then his gaze stopped, captured by a pair of rich chocolate colored eyes. Across the fifty or so feet separating them, Orlando slowly winked at him, one corner of his mouth lifting in sardonic amusement. And, once again, Viggo could feel those lips touching his cheek. His soft mutter drew the attention of the people standing closest to him, but Viggo ignored the curious looks as he slowly, yet determinedly, started to stroll towards Orlando. Their eyes remained locked as the space between them closed and Orlando's mouth curved even more. An impish light started to dance in the dark depths of his eyes as he leaned down slightly to whisper in Elijah Woods' ear, his gaze still firmly fixed on the approaching Viggo. Then, when the distance between them was little more than fifteen feet, Orlando straightened, looked straight at Viggo, smiled mysteriously, and then seemed to melt away into the crowd. Viggo stopped, clearly startled at the disappearing act the younger man had seemingly just managed to pull off. He looked around quickly, but Orlando was no where to be seen. Muttering darkly, he closed the remaining distance between where he was and where Orlando had been in a few long strides. "Elijah," he said, the soft accents in his voice sounding strained to his own ears. The smaller man looked up, wide blue eyes gazing at him with a mixture of curiousity and secretiveness. "Where did Orlando go?" "Orli?" Elijah blinked and looked around, his too innocent expression setting off warning bells inside Viggo. "He was just here." "Yes, I know. Where did he go?" Viggo clenched his jaw as he repeated his question. Elijah looked around again and then shrugged, a tiny smile flitting across his mouth. "I don't know, Viggo. Really." Viggo studied him for a minute before nodding abruptly and spinning on his heel. As he walked away, soft laughter drifted to his ears. He heard a muted growling and was only mildly surprised to realize that it was coming from his own throat. He walked for several long minutes, his eyes seeking Orlando to no avail. Finding himself amid a rather large knot of people, he slowed his pace, maneuvering through the bodies with care. A hand lightly touched his waist for a brief second before moving away, only to return again, this time pressing against the small of his back with slightly more pressure. He had no time to react before the hand slid down his body to cup and lightly squeeze a buttock. Whirling, Viggo spied Orlando a few feet away, dark eyes dancing with laughter as he watched him. The younger man walked backwards, his eyes remaining on Viggo, a faintly mocking smile curving his lips. Then he winked once more, pursed his lips in a tiny kiss, and vanished into the crowd again. Yet again Viggo found himself stalking through the growing night, his eyes moving over the crowd as he searched for Orlando. And yet again he found no trace of him. He stopped in the middle of a clearing and ran his hands through his shoulder length dark hair, cursing softly as his gaze continued to roam restlessly across the scattered knots of people. He felt the small hairs on the back of his neck lift and recognized the sensation of being watched. Turning only his head, he spied Elijah watching him from a few feet away. "You might try looking for him over there," Elijah said softly. His arm was lifted, his fingers pointing towards a cluster of trees many yards away. He favored Viggo with that tiny smile again before turning and moving off into the crowd. Viggo debated going after him and forcing him to tell what Orlando was up to, shaking the smaller man if need be. Then he stopped, standing perfectly still as the wind lifted a few strands of his hair to brush his cheek. Green eyes glittered in the night and an almost feral smile spread across his face. "I see how it is now," he murmured, his eyes locked on the knot of trees and the dark clad figure lurking in the shadow there. Refusing to let himself be distracted, he moved towards the small grove in a circular pattern, wary of approaching it head on. Finally, he stood beneath the trees. More muttered curses fell from his lips at the realization that his quarry was not there. He turned in a small circle, stopping only when he heard soft, almost musical laughter. His head jerked up as if attached to a puppeteer's string and he found himself staring directly into the upside down gaze of Orlando Bloom. "A little hobbit told me that you were looking for me," Orlando said, a cheeky grin on his face as he hung from the tree branch by knees and one hand, completely unmindful of his clothes. "Are we playing cat and mouse?" Viggo asked as he stepped closer. Orlando simply shrugged, the gesture looking rather odd given the alignment of his body. "If you would like," he said. "Though, tell me, Viggo...which of us is the cat and which the mouse?" The soft British accents swept over Viggo and he closed his eyes briefly, thus missing Orlando gracefully swinging down from the tree to land with catlike grace. A soft rustling of leaves caused his eyelids to snap open and he growled a sharp curse as his eyes were met with nothing more than gently swaying bushes, silent proof that Orlando had slipped away again. "Tis a dangerous game you play, little archer," Viggo called after him, sure that Orlando was lurking nearby. "Tis no game I'm playing, brave ranger." Orlando's voice came from somewhere close, but Viggo was unsure of his exact location. "Then that makes it all the more dangerous for you." Viggo turned slowly, awaiting Orlando's reply with barely concealed impatience. He was rewarded brief seconds later when Orlando laughed softly. "Ah, but it's the danger that makes life so exciting, is it not?" The taunting words were followed by a muted rustling and then silence. Viggo cursed soundly and stalked out of the trees, ignoring the looks he received as he pushed his way through the crowd. He was once more placed in the position of hunting Orlando and he quickly grew impatient with the brief, teasing glimpses he received of the younger man. Taking care never to reveal himself away from the crowds, Orlando kept popping up in the most unlikely of places, setting Viggo's nerves on edge with swift touches, soft laughter, and knowing looks. A light touch to the back of his neck, almost too light to truly be called a touch, sent him over the edge and he whirled just in time to capture Orlando's retreating wrist in an iron grip. Those dark eyes watched him calmly and those almost irresistable lips twitched slightly as Viggo gave a tug on the captured limb. Orlando obliged and stepped closer, until their bodies were inches apart. "I grow weary of this game," Viggo said, his words hissing softly between clenched teeth. "What possessed you to kiss me like that in front of --" "You didn't like it?" Orlando's voice was just as soft, his features inscrutible as he studied Viggo. "That's neither here nor there. I wa--" "Tell me, Viggo," Orlando murmured as he lifted his free hand to touch his cheek lightly. "Tell me honestly that you didn't like it and I will stop." "I...." Viggo trailed off, unable to answer truthfully. Orlando gave him a knowing smile and traced his lower lip with a fingertip before slipping away again. Viggo blinked, only then realizing that he had somehow managed to free his wrist. "If you want me," Orlando said just loud enough for him to hear, unashamedly stealing a line from the movie, "Come and claim me." As the crowd closed around Orlando, Viggo snarled deep in his throat and the hunt was on once more. Viggo leaned against a tree, his eyes raking the dwindling crowd of people that still lingered. He had been chasing after Orlando for well over two hours, almost catching him twice only to have him slip away silently like the Elf he had portrayed in the movie. One hand lifted to rake his hair back from his face and paused halfway there as he spied Elijah watching him. He tensed, but otherwise remained perfectly still as he approached. The two men watched each other without speaking for several minutes. That odd little smile lurked on Elijah's face again, coming and going as he studied Viggo. The silence stretched out between them until Viggo felt compelled to break it. "Lij," he said quietly, earning himself a silent nod. "Where is Orlando?" Elijah smiled that mysterious little smile again, luminescent eyes watching Viggo closely. "He left." "He...what?" Viggo was stunned at the information. "He left," Elijah repeated. "He said to tell you that you would know why he left and where to find him." Viggo watched, still speechless, as Elijah moved away. "He left," he said softly, the light breeze tugging his words from his lips. "Why...." He trailed off and then laughed softly, the sound faintly mocking. His eyes were drawn to the twinkling lights of the hotel on the beach. "You change the rules in mid-game, little Elf," he murmured very quietly as he straightened and, with a determined step, walked away from the burning torches and into the darkness. Muttering to himself, Viggo slid the keycard into his door and walked into the dark room. A soft sound from the corner stopped his hand as he touched a light switch. Moonlight fell through the partially open curtains and there was a hint of movement from deep in the shadows. Taking his hand away from the small switch, Viggo stepped into the room and let the door swing shut behind him. He dropped his jacket across a chair, not taking his eyes from the corner as his fingers moved to slowly unbutton his shirt. "You're slipping, Orli," he said into the darkness, his words answered by a soft chuckle. "I grew bored of the game," Orlando said as he moved again. He stopped half in and half out of the moonlight, his face hidden in shadows. "So you chose to surrender?" Viggo stripped off his shirt, honestly curious to hear the younger man's reaction. "Surrender is such a bad word for this game, Viggo. You make it sound as if I had no other alternative." "Did you?" "What do you think?" "Ah, so now it's word games?" Viggo laughed as he kicked off his shoes and leaned against the dresser. "Actions lead to words, words lead to actions," Orlando said with a small shrug as he faced out towards the ocean, his fingers parting the sheer panels covering the sliding glass doors. "It's a vicious cycle. Tell me, Viggo," he continued, suddenly turning to face the older man, his voice taking on a husky tone. "You were turned on by it." "By the game?" "No." Viggo waited, knowing Orlando would be unable to resist elaborating. His mouth quirked in a smile as the younger man proved him right. "The kiss." "It was just a friendly kiss on the cheek, Orli." "Ah, but how many people will see it, Viggo?" Orlando strolled towards him, exhibiting more of the catlike grace that had served him so well during the filming. "Tell me it didn't arouse you to think of the millions of people who will watch that video and wonder." "And what will they wonder, little Elf?" Viggo smiled again as Orlando made an abrupt gesture with his hand. "You. Me. Just how close we actually became in New Zealand," Orlando said. The softly accented words hung in the air between them as he came closer, stopping just short of actually touching Viggo. Brown eyes studied green ones and then Orlando smiled slowly. "Ah, I see," Viggo breathed. His hand slid up Orlando's arm and behind his neck, pulling him even closer. "And this is supposed to turn me on?" "You know it did," Orlando murmured, trying to pull back. Consternation flickered across his features when Viggo's grip tightened. "This isn't part of the game, Viggo." "I wasn't aware we were still playing, little Elf," Viggo whispered. "Don't call me that," Orlando said absently, his eyes widening as Viggo abruptly straightened. "You should take care how much you tease a hunter, little one," Viggo said, grinning at the undignified and very un-Elf like squeak from Orlando as he moved swiftly, turning and pinning the younger man against the small table before he could react. "Viggo," Orlando said in a softly warning tone as he was swiftly divested of his jacket. "Mmm?" Viggo's attention was focused on the clingy black shirt that covered Orlando's torso for another few seconds before it was ripped over his head and slung across the room. "Viggo," Orlando tried again as he sat down on the table and attempted to scoot backwards. Hands on his waist prevented him from moving more than a fraction of an inch and he could feel the touch searing his bare skin and sending fire skittering across his nerve endings. "Vi--" His words were unceremoniously cut off by Viggo's tongue thrusting between his lips. Every thought flew out of his head as his mouth was ravaged, his head held firmly in place by one hand cradling the back of his skull. The other hand swept over his body, fingers plucking at nipples, teasing them into hard nubs before moving lower to stroke belly and cloth covered hips. Orlando moaned deep in his throat and arched against the hand that brushed his groin, his hands rising of their own accord to grip Viggo's shoulders tightly. "You seem at a loss for words, little one," Viggo murmured as he dragged his mouth away, transferring his lips to the smooth skin of Orlando's throat, laughing at the groan of frustration the younger man released. Long fingers tangled in his hair and hips arched wantonly against him as his mouth moved down the column of his neck. His own fingers traced the line of Orlando's spine before gripping his waist tightly as he closed his mouth over the curve of his shoulder, sucking hard enough to raise a dark purple mark. Orlando's fingers still dug into the muscles of his shoulders, the nails leaving tiny crescents in the sun darkened skin. Warm lips closing over his nipple caused Orlando to gasp and arch his back, only vaguely aware of fingers at the fastening of his pants. Before he quite realized what was happening, his pants and underwear joined his shirt on the other side of the room and he found himself lifted from the table. Long legs wrapped around Viggo's waist and tongues dueled briefly before Orlando was dropped to sprawl across the bed. His dark eyes almost black with passion, he licked his swollen lips and pushed himself up to his elbows to watch as Viggo stripped off his remaining clothes. "You're taking too long," Orlando growled softly as Viggo knelt on the bed, a knee beside his hip. His hands lifted to tangle in the dark silken fall of his hair, pulling his head down so he could capture his lips. Viggo laughed and bit his lower lip, even white teeth drawing blood that was quickly licked away. "Patience, little one," Viggo murmured, gasping softly as Orlando's hands skimmed down his torso to curl around him. "Fuck patience," Orlando hissed, arching against the older man. "My patience just flew right out the bloody window." Viggo laughed at that, the sound low and wicked in the darkness, before grasping Orlando and flipping him to his stomach. "You," he said as he delivered a stinging swat to the bare bottom beneath him, "Must learn to control yourself." "Viggo," Orlando growled, rising to his hands and knees as Viggo reached for the bottle of lotion sitting on the bedside table. "If you d--" His words cut off in a strangled gasp as Viggo gripped his hips tightly and slid into him with one smooth thrust. The sound caused the older man to smile grimly. "If I what, Orlando?" Orlando's only answer was a drawn out moan as he rocked back against Viggo. Bruises were left as they moved together, but each was aware of how much the other could take before serious damage was inflicted. Gasps and groans filled the room, serving as a counterpoint to flesh striking against flesh. Time lost all meaning as hands touched and lips moved over sweaty skin. Then, with a hoarse cry, Orlando came, spilling himself across Viggo's pumping hand a scant few seconds before the older man stiffened. Head thrown back, dark hair plastered to his damp skin, Viggo emptied himself into Orlando before slowly collapsing against his back. Long minutes passed and sweat slowly cooled on sticky skin as breathing returned to normal. Then Orlando shifted and spoke, his voice muffled by the pillow beneath his head. "Viggo, you're heavy." Laughing tiredly, Viggo rolled to his side, pulling the younger man with him until they were spooned together, one arm around his waist possessively. Orlando pressed back against him, closing his eyes and smiling. "That wasn't in the rules, old man." "Well," Viggo said with another soft laugh. "That's what happens when you keep changing the rules on me, little one." "Calling me an Elf was a nice touch this time." "Mmm," Viggo murmured, pressing his face into the curve of Orlando's neck. "I thought so, too." Orlando shivered slightly as Viggo kissed his shoulder, almost purring in contentment as he relaxed against his lover. "So," Viggo continued in a drowsy voice, "How long are you going to keep on with these games." "As long as you indulge me," Orlando said around a yawn. Viggo shook his head and closed his eyes. "Couldn't you just," he said, "Tell me you want to be fucked silly when you're in the mood for it rough?" "But it's so much more fun this way," Orlando replied with a chuckle before yawning once more. "Mmm...I suppose you're right," Viggo murmured, smiling when Orlando's only response was a sleepy mumble. He pulled the blanket up over them and relaxed, letting sleep claim him as he held his young lover tightly.
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