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Crossover from Hell: Sordid Beginnings	By : jediragsniffer Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A few months later...

Orlando shivered as he entered the darkened flat. Checking the thermostat, he grumbled when he saw that it had been turned off. **Damnable elves and their unfeeling bodies.** Finding a sweater folded neatly on the bench, he drew it on, slighiverivers running through his small frame. He stepped lightly in the direction of the kitchen, turning on the light and glancing in the refrigerator for something to eat. His stomach had been complaining most of the evening, and he smiled in delight to see a plate had been made up for him. His grin widened at the discovery of a spaghetti bolognaise, and a fresh loaf of bread on the counter. Taking the foil from the plate, he popped it in the microwave on high, and resumed his search in the refrigerator for something to drink. There was a bit of leftover wine from the night before, but he wasn’t in the mood. Shrugging, he decided on a glass of milk, and withdrew the container, closing the door with a soft *thud.* The milk container slipped from his fingers in fright, and should have hit the floor with a crash, but appeared to magically lift itself back onto the counter before the glass could break. Orli gasped, struggling to catch his breath before turning to the newest occupant of the room. “What the fuck are you doing, lurking around like that?! Christ, you scared the fucking shit out of me.” Not waiting for a response, he reached into the cupboard for a glass, and lost his composure again when a firm hand reached out and firmly grasped hold of his wrist. Sighing, he set the glass down on the counter and looked at his lover for the first time. Icy blue eyes devoid of warmth bit back at him, and Orlando suddenly felt very small. **Oh fuck, I’m in for it now.**

“Where have you been?” The elf growled.

Biting his lip nervously, Orlando tore his gaze away. Since first meeting Legolas, he’d developed the most annoying habit of staring at the floor, and now was no exception. “I was out with a few of the guys from work. They invited me for a quick drink.” Orlando glanced at the clock. It was well past two am. Quick drink indeed. Orlando knew as well as Legolas did that shooting never went past nine o’clock at night, unless it was a scheduled night shoot, which it hadn’t been. Orlando swallowed. “Sorry I’m so late. I didn’t realize.” He looked up, meeting the cold stare. “I should have called.”

Legolas nodded. “Next time, you will.” He replied. It was not a request. Orlando nodded, suddenly feeling his cock fill at the commanding tone. He moved away to fill his glass when Legolas spoke again. “What were you hiding from me tonight, little one?” Orlando looked up sharply, his chocolate brown eyes widening with comprehension. The elf moved with feline grace, eying his prey coldly as he slipped his arms on either side of Orlando, backing the smaller man up against the counter and preventing his escape.

“Huh? I uh, I wasn’t hiding anything.” Orli stammered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A firm hand reached out to cup his jaw, forcing his gaze upwards. “*Don’t* lie to me, Orlando.” The elf growled. “Why did you block our rapport? I sensed you fine until just after dinner, when you suddenly vanished. What was it you didn’t want me to see?”

Orlando’s eyes flashed in anger. “I wasn’t hiding anything. Ever stop to think that maybe I don’t like having you in my fucking head all the time?” As soon as the words were out, he regretted them. He loved Legolas, and the bond they shared together was magnificent, and beautiful. He saw a flash of pain in his lover’s eyes that disappeared almost before it appeared, only to be replaced by the familiar cold mask he’d been wearing since Orli had come home.

“I’ve told you time and again not to take that tone with me.” The Jedi hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Orli swallowed again, his nerves causing him to tremble slightly in Legolas’ arms.

“Please let me go. I need to eat something.” He whispered, shoving the elf away to reach the microwave, where his once-again cold spaghetti lay in wait. He stirred the noodles on the plate half-heartedly, his appetite suddenly gone. Now all he really wanted was for Legolas to stop whatever he was doing and take him to bed.

“Where were you tonight, Orlando.” Legolas asked again, leaning back against the counter casually. Orlando knew it was a ruse. There was nothing casual about anything Legolas did.

“I told you, I went for a drink with some blokes from work, I lost track of time. It happens, I’m sorry.” Orlando topped his dinner with some fresh Parmesan, picked up utensils and his milk, and walked slowly to the kitchen table. Remembering the bread, he went back for it, cut himself off a thick slice and went searching for butter.

“You were with him.” The butter dish slipped from his fingers and couldn’t be saved. Orlando didn’t reply. The silence hung in the room, suffocating. “You were with him, and you didn’t want me to know about it.”

“Ye-. Yes.” The smaller man admitted, choking as he did so. He looked at his dinner, and suddenly felt sick to his stomach.

“Did he touch you?”

“No. I.” Orlando began to shake. “He. He kissed me.” There. It was done. Legolas nodded. “He’s a nice guy. We were just talking. It was fun. One thing led to another, and he kissed me. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. It’s no big deal.”

“It is a big deal, Orlando!” The elf shouted, raising his voice for the first time since Orlando could remember. “Does he know you’re married?” Orli looked down at the gold wedding band, prominent in its place on his finger. “Does he know you’re mine?” Legolas’ voice dropped to a whisper with the last bit.

“I’m sorry.” Orli whispered, the tears that had been threatening to fall now streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t meet his husband’s intense gaze. Legolas was seriously angry with him.

“Not sorry enough. But you will be.”

Orlando looked up sharply, his features contorting in agony. “Oh god, no! Please. Please don’t!” he begged, moving to stand in front of his husband. “Please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything! I’ll quit! Just please….don’t leave me.” He sobbed brokenly, his hands clutching at the familiar brown robe in desperation. “It meant nothing to me. It wasn’t even supposed to happen.”

The blonde nodded. “That may be so, but you still need to be punished.” Not waiting for a response, Legolas swept the shorter man off his feet and threw him over his shoulder.

“Legolas! Put me down! What are you doing?!”

“Be silent, Penneth.” Orlando ceased his struggle, his cock hardening at those words.
When the elf reached the master bedroom, he set Orlando down on his feet, and stepped away. Seating himself in a familiar red armchair in the corner, he beckoned to his husband. “Drop your trousers and come here.”

His hands shaking, Orlando made to obey, his belt buckle sticking slightly as he removed his pants.

“Your shorts too.”

A faint blush stained Orli’s cheeks, but he removed the garment without question.

He approached his husband cautiously, wondering where this was going. Did Legolas want a lap dance? The elf answered his question or him. “Lie across my lap and fold your hands in front of you.”

“You can’t be serious.” Cold blue eyes begged him to ask again, and he shivered. Awkwardly stretching himself over Legolas’ lap, his trembling began anew. This was mortifying.

A firm hand settled to cup his warm bottom, caressing gently. “You lied to me tonight, little one. I’m not pleased.” Orlando shuddered at the harsh tone, his penis throbbing painfully between his legs. He should have expected what came next, but the harsh reality of his husband’s hand coming down soundly on his sensitive skin threw him a new one. It hurt. Bloody hell did it hurt. He bit his lip, refusing to give the elf the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. Legolas spanked him again, harder this time, leaving pink marks on his taunt, round backside. “You lied to me, and you let him touch you.” Another smack, even harder. Orlando whimpered. “No once touches you but me, little one. No one.” The elf brought his hand down once more, and Orlando couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his bruised lips.

“You belong to me.” Legolas growled, suddenly lifting Orlando from his lap and depositing him on the bed. Orli hd ind in pain when his smarting bottom hit the mattress, but didn’t dare move. His erection stood proudly amidst a forest of chocolate curls, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Damn, it had hurt, but being held across Legolas’ lap had been so incredibly arousing. He blushed like a virgin, ashamed and panting slightly in arousal. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glazed with need. He whimpered pathetically, eager for relief. Legolas reached down and took Orlando’s weeping member in a firm grip. He tugged mechanically at his husband’s weeping cock until Orli came with a violent shudder, spilling his seed over his hand. Dutifully, the Jedi cleaned up the mess, and removed his trademark brown robe before settling back onto the pillows to sleep.
He allowed Elbereth’s sweet voice to lull him onto the elven dreamscape, barely sparing a glance at his husband before he slipped into dreams. Orlando shook, tears streaming down is cheeks as he slipped under the covers on the other side of the bed. His husband always held him after they made love, but this could hardly be considered lovemaking. Shaking, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, but he tried anyhow, desperate to forget what had just gone on in this very bed.
He sobbed softly, hoping he wouldn’t wake Legolas, who was quite obviously still angry with him. He felt broken and used. The hours crawled by ever so slowly, and the time did little to numb the pain the young man felt growing in his heart. Is this what their marriage had become? Did his mistake truly warrant this cruel treatment?

He held his breath when the body behind him stirred, tensing when a strong arm reached around his waist and pulled him back against a familiar, toned chest. He met Legolas’ eyes brokenly, whimpering in the dark. His husband sighed, his cool eyes softening, filling with love and regret. “Oh darling,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you so.” Orli allowed himself to be turned onto his back, and he whimpered again when the familiar sensation of the elf’s weight settled over him.s bas backside still stung from the earlier abuse, but he couldn’t find the energy to complain.

“I love you, Legolas.” He whispered, burrowing his face in the elf’s neck, and breathing deeply of the scent he loved and craved.

“And I love you, my sweet little one. Please forgive me.” He kissed Orli’s lips gently. Orlando melted in his husband’s embrace, bucking his hips beneath the elf, aching for contact. He’d been hard for hours now, shameful as it was, but Legolas’ horrid treatment of him had seriously turned him on. His body was fevered with passion and desire, with the sudden need to be taken.

“Please make love to me.” He begged. “Please. I need to feel you.” Legolas’ hand slipped down, under the coverlet, seeking out Orlando’s hardness. “Please, Legolas, I need you inside me.” He whimpered at the elf’s soft caress. It felt nice, but it wasn’t enough. Orlando needed reassurance, and being fucked soundly by Legolas was the only thing that would do. The elf covered Orli’s’ mouth with his own, licking, sucking and tasting the sweet essence that was Orlando and Orlando alone. “God,’ Orli moaned. “Please!” Legolas shucked the linen trousers he wore to bed onto the floor, holding Orlando down as he did so. Naked, he slid back into place atop his lover, relishing in the feeling of his husbands heated skin against his bare flash. Legolas knew that his lover wouldn’t last long. Reaching out, he cheated a bit, drawing the tube of lube from its place on the bedside table with a bit of force energy. Quickly, he squeezed a bit of the gel onto his fingers and reached own to Orlando’s entrance, caressing his lover’s scrotum lightly on the way. Orli was now a writhing mass of need underneath him, and Legolas had to fight to maintain control. God Orlando was beautiful. Pantene curls tousled, face flushed and wanting. He smirked. “You want this, little one? You’re wanting it, yes?” The only response was a strangled moan, and Legolas decided not to push his luck. He gently inserted a finger into his husband’s tight arse, easing the digit in and following it with another. Oh god, how Orli was tight. He quickly prepared him, scissoring his fingers inside his lover’s body, and teasingly brushing his prostate.

“Enough!” Orli panted, desperate to feel Legolas’ cock inside him. “God, enough, just fuck me!”

Legolas took hold of Orli’s hips, easing them into a better angle for penetration. Orli wrapped his legs around the elf, pushing upwards into his husband, desperate for contact. With one swift, sure thrust, Legolas was sheathed inside his lover, both men moaning with extreme pleasure, drowning in the sensation. Orlando clenched his muscles around Legolas’ cock, drawing him deeper, and beginning to set the rhythm he so craved. With each thrust, Legolas aimed for Orli’s prostate and knew he’d found it when the smaller man howled in ecstasy. “Oh god, Legolas, please! Harder. Uh, yes.” The young man reached out, sliding his fingers through his husbands silvery hair, feeling it glide like silk under his fingertips. He moaned with delight.

Legolas smiled, biting down at the juncture between Orlando’s shoulder and neck, marking him in his lust. Orli was a screamer, of that there could be no argument, but a sudden clenching of the chocolate-eyed mans inner muscles reminded the elf that he was also the best lay he’d ever had. He fucked Orlando with confidence, his brow furrowed in concentration. Orli writhed happily beneath him, pressing his own aching dick up into Legolas’ stomach. Reminded, the elf reached between their bodies and tugged Orli’s cock in time with his thrusts. He watched, waiting for Orlando to come. The look of peace that passed over Orli’s face when he came was the most beautiful thing in Legolas’ world. He loved making love to him like this, watching his eyes.
Orli shuddered when his orgasm came, his cum splashing between his and Legolas heated flesh. Legolas groaned, slumping over his husband as he came shortly after, thrusting deep as his seed spilt into Orlando’s willing body. “Elbereth” he hissed, shudders of pleasure wracking his flesh. When he opened his eyes, he saw Orlando, smiling sleepily. He bent and kissed him gently, sweeping a few stray curls off his brow. He eased himself onto the bed, mindful of his husband’s small body, drawing Orli into his arms. The Jedi held him close, smiling when he snuggled up, pillowing his head on the blondes shoulder. He kissed the Pantene curls softly. “I would never leave you, Orlando.”

He chuckled at the young ones mild snore in response, and held him closer. A glance at the window showed that the sun was on its way up, bringing with it a new day. Yes, Legolas mused. A day where Colin fucking Farrell would meet Mr. Orlando Greenleaf’s other half. It would be a good day, he decided.
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