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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- 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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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Nothing is as perfect as it initially seems...

Chapter 26

The rest of the ride back to Paradise was spent mostly in silence – I was too busy thinking of the best way to kill Hristo, while my god and Beanie were quietly guessing Leopard-man’s good news.

So many thoughts were running through my mind. Where is Hristo now? How long ago was this Troy project? Why didn’t Eric do anything? How was my god affected? If Beanie knew, why did he not talk with the director?

But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became, until it was better to just let the voices in my head wash over me and I just relaxed and listened to the steady thrum of my prince’s gentle accent drown out everything else.

We were soon at the lobby of Paradise and I stood there uncomfortably, shifting my weight from foot to foot. The tragic thing is, I know what I am doing, and I know it’s sending out vibes shouting of my nervousness, but…as with many things, I can’t seem to stop.

Should I let them go to Eric’s apartment first, then wait for the lift to come back down to bring me up to Eagle? Or should I let them take the lift and I’ll take the stairs? Or…should we all get in the same lift and I’ll just wave them off as I press the ‘close’ button? Or should I just go along and see Leopard-man as well, who cares if he didn’t invite me? Damn…never been in this situation before.

Thank god for best friends.

“Vig? Why don’t you go on upstairs first,” he gestures to the lift doors as they ding open, “while Orli and I go find out what’s going on with Eric?”

Great. I guess I am not invited after all. Quick exit then.

“Okay. Let me know how it goes, yeah?”

I walk in quickly, but the beautiful man in front of me suddenly bars the lift doors from sliding shut.

“Viggo, wait…I’ll call you sometime soon, okay?”

It suddenly occurs to me that this is the first time that we’ve had an official ‘date’ in public…and we didn’t even get the to have the traditional end-of-date kiss. Damnit. The same thought must have hit Orlando earlier because he’s still holding the door open and looking expectantly at me. Beanie suddenly turns around to the rack of letterboxes, mumbling something about checking my mail for me. That idiot, he doesn’t even have my mailbox key.

But all that fades away as my god flashes me a glimpse of shy, lopsided dimples and his eyes are smiling brightly too. I don’t care that Beanie is just five feet away and is a well-known shameless voyeur; I lean over and gently press my lips over to my irresistible god as he wraps one of his arms around me. It isn’t a long kiss, but we take our time, and the lift demands attention as it starts beeping away, insistently asking me to indicate a floor.

I try to pull away, but Orlando half growls at me and uses the arm wrapped around me to keep me locked in his embrace. Easy enough. I carefully lift him off of his feet and with a clatter, his crutch falls to the ground. Kurt, who had strolled over to ‘check on the mail’ with Beanie looks up in surprise, but only manages to catch a glance of us as the lift doors smoothly slide closed.

Now, it’s just my god and I alone in a small space, him leaning heavily against me since he’s lost his crutch because of an inconsiderate boyfriend. Oh well. I am not complaining about the lack of space as I now have a warm pliant body against me and soft yielding lips pressing relentlessly against mine. Nope, no complaints from me at all – except for the lack of oxygen around here. And it’s suddenly terribly hot. Stupid Paradise deducts an unreasonable sum from my bank account every month for ‘building maintenance’, but they can’t even supply this lift with enough air to fill my lungs. Someone is going to hear about this.

We reach my floor and we stumble awkwardly out, and at this point, Orlando is driving me insane with both of his arms around my neck, and my hands ‘supporting’ him by cupping his firm bottom. We need to get inside now – an ambiguous plea, but boy do I intend to make use of both alternatives.

I don’t think what Leopard-man has got to say is going to be all that exciting and I whisper my opinion into a beautifully formed ear hidden beneath a mass of dark curls. My god laughs delightedly but shakes his head and begins nuzzling my neck.

Which brings into focus something I’d almost forgotten.

Reaching up with one hand, and keeping my prince propped up with the other, I knock the hat thing off of his head. No pretences when it’s just the two of us, and he doesn’t stop me. He couldn’t stop me if he tried, the way he’s resting against me, all dazed and kiss-bruised. I could stay here with him in my arms forever…

Except that the annoying lift has dinged again and a crutch is thrust out of the lift.

“Here,” Beanie growls, still waving his weapon, “You were supposed to give the boy a good night kiss…not molest him then drag him upstairs.”

What can I do but shrug. I am not repentant, and not by a long shot!

“He was a very willing victim.” I point to my god who is still clinging onto me, although hieekseeks are tinged pink and he’s avoiding Beanie’s eyes.

Kurt makes his way around my best friend (who is now doing his famous eye twitch), and plucks the apparatus out of his hand.

“Thank you, sir.”

It is only with great reluctance that I finally release my god into the skilled hands of Kurt as he holds the crutch still so Orlando can manoeuvre himself onto it. Then on goes the stupid hat again.

One last kiss – though Beanie harrumphed at us for it, and they were piled into the lift again. My beautiful prince blew me a kiss as he waved, my best friend rolled his eyes and Kurt was squished unceremoniously into the back as the doors shut.

Then they were all gone.

I don’t know what it is, but whenever I am not around Orlando, I feel so empty inside. Like I do now. What to do but to wait for him to come back into my arms again so I can stop existing but continue living.

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An hour later found me puttering around trying to unpack kitchenware. Yes, I realise it’s been about a month now, but I still haven’t gotten all of my stuff arranged neatly around the apartment…fine, I haven’t even got the stuff out of their boxes yet. Henry would be proud. He obviously gets his procrastination genes from me.

I was relieved of my mundane job however, when the phone rings. It takes a while to find it, since I’d moved it away from the base, and for some reason, it’s in the bathroom sink.

“What took so long?”

It’s Beanie…naturally.

“Lost the phone. Found it.”

“Obviously. Hey, I have good news for you!”

Well, this is a new one. I never get good news, Beanie is known for being the bearer of bad news.

“Which is…?”

“I am still at Eric’s place…and guess what,” before I even have a chance to make a guess, he’s already shouting the answer out to me, “Eric snagged the leading role in ‘The Hulk’!”

“The what?”

“The Hulk! Viggo…please tell me you’ve heard of the Hulk…”

It sounds oddly familiar…

“Is that some kind of man turned big green thing?”

“I knew there was still hope for you! Yes, the comic figure. And Eric got the main lead! Can you believe it?”

Actually, I can. Who else would be better to play a 6’1 angry, defensive, raving, heaving, muscular giant of a man? I know first hand that Leopard-boy would be able to pull off the part without any effort exerted at all.

“That’s great for him…”

“…but it’s great for too too.”

Now this is getting interesting.

“What do you mean?”

“Wait a second while I take this conversation somewhere more private.”

There is some fumbling and suddenly, the background music and noise is all dimmed.

“Beanie?”

“Yep, still here. I am hiding in the bathroom now.”

I can’t hold back a chuckle.

“You’re hiding in the toilet with me on the phone? Won’t they get suspicious? If Oro geo gets any wrong ideas…!”

“Shut up, or do you not want to hear the great news?”

“I thought you already told me the great news about Eric being casted.”

This is probably some kind of disease, but I live to egg Beanie on, and drive him insane. I can almost hear his eyes rolling at me.

“Viggo!”

“Yes, I want to hear the news, and I’ll stop with the ingenious comments,” I intone obediently.

“Okay. Listen up, the filming of The Hulk is going to take place in Australia.”

Wow. That is good news. The evil leopard is going to be half a world away!

“That’s fantastic!”

“Wait – it gets better. Have you even realised…if Eric’s gone, you’ll have Orli all to yourself, without his overprotective ex-boyfriend watching your every move?”

My heart stops and I can’t even think of anything to say to that. That is the best news I’ve heard all day. Make that all month! All year!

“Viggo?”

I mumble to let him know I am still on the line, though my mouth is suddenly dry.

“Viggo!”

“Yeah. I am here.”

“So…is that good news or what? I know you’ve been dying to spend more time with Orlando, and now you can do that without any interference from downstairs!”

“It sounds too good to be true…”

“Well believe it.”

There is suddenly knocking on Beanie’s end of the call, and I can hear him shout, “in a minute!” before he’s back again.

“Gotta go. Orli wants to come up in five minutes to tell you the news himself, but I wanted to be the first.”

I can practically hear his smug grin.

“You just couldn’t let him have the glory, could you?”

“Nope. I thrive on being the first in everything.”

“Go on then…and tell Eric I am pleased he’s going to be moving a million miles away from here.”

Delighted laughter from Beanie before he hangs up and I am left holding a dead tone phone to my ear with an insane grin on my face.

This is amazing. It’s going to be me and Orli…and no Leopard-man. Hopefully, if the insane feline is gone, maybe Kurt would be made redundant…and it’ll be just Orli and Viggo in Paradise.

If it’s going to come to that, he should just move in with me! I have plenty of room…and besides, I haven’t even unpacked all my stuff yet. There’s l of of room for his stuff. We can take all the time we need to talk about his impotency and worries…we’ll go to a doctor or something to fix whatever problem he has…and then we’ll get all the ‘fun’. Oh wow…I can’t wait for the ‘fun’ to start.

I think our happily ever after has finally begun, after about a million false starts.

The doorbell chiming brings me out of my stupefied state – I am still clutching the silly phone in my hand. I hate when I just stand around with a stupid grin on my face, daydreaming.

Practically running over to the door, I throw it open to reveal my beautiful god. Without a word, I wrap my arms around his slim figure and gleefully swing him into my apartment and into the living room.

“Viggo…”

My name murmured in his soft spoken tenor is going to be the death of me, I just know it.

“Yes?”

“Eric got the lead in ‘The Hulk’…”

I am a little thick, but I am not that stupid. How inconsiderate of me…my poor god is manfully holding back his tears, and small wonder. One of the most important people in his life is going to be moving away from him. How had that never appeared to me?

Stupid Viggo. Stupid, stupid.

“Oh, muffin…you’re supposed to be happy for him…”

He’s sniffling now, but trying to hide his distress by cuddling his face in my chest. He has never looked smaller and more fragile. I cradle him protectively to me and letting him crawl into my lap when I manage to get us over to the couch.
aam happy for him…he’s waited for a chance like this in ages…”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Poor baby…I run a hand through his dark curls and raise his face to meet mine.

“The…the filming…is going to be in Australia.”

His chocolate eyes are filling up again and he’s trembling.

“Don’t be like that…Australia’s not so far away…”

“I…I can’t believe you’re taking this news so casually. It’s tearing me apart…how can you not feel the same?”

Maybe because I hate the Leopard-man and I am thrilled that he’s leaving… But suddenly Orlando clutches onto my shirt and pulls himself closer and I focus on his distress.

“Well, you could always write letters…”

“And you’d be okay with that?”

As if I could stop him from writing to the devil’s cat.

“Of course, muffin…”

I give him a kiss on his forehead, which is now creased as he’s in deep thought. I can practically see him in the classical Michelangelo thinker pose…naked. Damn, I keep getting distracted when he’is cis close to me.

“I don’t think letters would be enough,” my god suddenly declares, “I’d still miss you too much.”

Miss me…? Eh?

“What? Why would you miss me?”

“Why…? Because I love being with you, and spending time with you…”

It suddenly hits me.

“Oh my god, you’re going to Australia with Eric, aren’t you?”

“Well…of course.” My poor prince turns his shocked face up to meet my equally stunned expression. “He’s like only family…of course I am going with him. What did you expect?”

Oh…crap. I am going to kill that Beanie for misleading me – whether it was intentional or not.

“You’re going to Australia…going to Australia…Australia…” subconsciously, I clutch my precious god closer to me while I still had him in arm’s reach.

Whows hws how long before he will be ripped from me?

TBC...
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