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The Disturbance	By : sylvanelfqueen Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1438 -:- 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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Chapter Three- Fire and Ice

They made it inside the hotel lobby just before the first rains began to stream down from the ominous sky. A shirtless Viggo and a barefoot, soaking wet Orlando made for quite the spectacle as they pushed through the crowd to get to the elevator. Orlando shivered lightly against Viggo’s side as he tried desperately to keep his teeth from chattering together. He didn’t know why he was so cold, but he knew he wanted nothing more than a hot shower.

Once back in the room, Viggo pushed his young lover off towards the bathroom. “Get a shower and warm up. I’ll order us some room service.” He kissed the dark curls before turning away to retrieve the phone.

Orlando sighed deeply as he stepped into the hot stream of water. Steam rose up around him, encompassing his body like a thick blanket of fog. It curled around his legs, climbing higher and higher, melting the icy tendrils he could still feel wrapped tightly around his limbs. He just stood under the showerhead, letting the water beat down over him, warming up chilled skin. But deep inside, a place the water and steam could not reach, he was still cold.

The bathroom door creaked open and closed quietly and a shuffling of feet and clothing could be heard before the shower curtain opened. Orlando spun around to meet his lover face to face, as he stepped under the water. Viggo pulled the younger man to him, wrapping as much of his body as he could around the slighter frame while he hummed softly. His lips pressed little butterfly kisses all over the dark curls and down over his ears, along his jaw line until the two sets of lips met and danced together. It was a lazy, slow dance that lulled them both like a lullaby until there was nothing left to give.

Looking down into his lover’s eyes, Viggo smiled softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He picked up the shampoo and slowly rubbed the sweet smelling lather into the loopy tendrils, massaging the younger man’s scalp ‘til he was shivering with pleasure.

When the locks were clean and soap free, Viggo picked up the bar of soap and turned his lover around so he was facing away from the older man. Viggo ran the bar up and down the muscular back, kneading the tense flesh until the body before him was lax. The bar moved further, wrapping around to the hard chest and firm abdomen, creating thick, sudsy paths across the bronze flesh. A finger strayed from one of the paths and nudged a dark nipple, gently rolling over it again and again.

Orlando gasped and pressed his body back into Viggo’s grip. A small whimper escaped his lips as he ground his hips back into the groin behind him. The thick flesh of Viggo’s hard member rubbed enticingly against him making his own flesh swell and grow with arousal. A soapy hand strayed down his stomach to gently cup the growing flesh, stroking it and encouraging it.

“Baby,” Orlando muttered as his head rolled back to lie upon Viggo’s shoulder. “Please baby.”

The pleading tone was not lost Viggo as he turned his lover back around and captured his lips in another slow burning kiss. Hands slid down the younger man’s body and over his arse, gently lifting him up. Legs instinctively wrapped around the column that was his lover’s body, lips never parting as tongues caressed, explored, and loved. Orlando rolled his hips up to allow Viggo’s roaming hands greater access to areas so intimate.

When a slick finger nudged his entrance, Orlando rolled his hips back down to meet it. It slid into the tight channel and slowly moved around, caressing and loosening as it went. Another joined it, and another still before Orlando was thrusting down to meet them with abandon. Small moans and whimpers escaped his lips as they moved inside of him, continuously stroking that one sweet spot and driving him ever closer to the edge.

Viggo removed his fingers and replaced them with his member, sliding it slowly and passionately into the waiting channel. He seated himself fully as he placed small fluttering kisses upon the exposed throat and chest in front of him. The burning heat engulfing him was almost too much to bear as he sat still, not planning to move until Orlando was.

A feral growl escaped from low in Orlando’s throat as Viggo’s fiery flesh penetrated his body and scorched his insides. That place still freezing inside of him melted almost instantly and he couldn’t help the few tears of relief that trailed down his flushed cheeks. He sucked in a ragged breath as his head fell back against the shower wall, Viggo’s lips instantly suckling and kissing the exposed area. He was complete.

The lithe body in his arms began to relax under the pleasurable assault and Viggo could feel the small rocking movements of the slim hips. They were unhurried and minute, gentle and passionate. Orlando’s eyes fluttered back open as he gazed down into the deep blue gaze of his lover.

Their coupling was a lazy dance of worship and adoration, both renewing their love and reassuring insecurities. It was their first all over again and when they came, it was bliss. Orlando gasped as Viggo’s gentle hand stroked him to completion, never ceasing in the small strokes that caressed areas too intimate. Viggo followed him over the brink, his lips locked with his lover’s and Orlando’s hands threaded in his hair.

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The storm outside was raging when Viggo and Orlando emerged from the bathroom, flushed and dazed. The tray of room service had been delivered and was sitting on the table, along with a note that had been left at the reception desk. But neither of them paid it much heed. Orlando slid on a clean pair of sweat pants, then sat down on the couch. Viggo followed suit, pulling on a pair of plaid pajama pants.

He carried the tray over to the small coffee table sitting next to the couch and sat it down. They picked at the tray of food but neither truly ate. Both were too wrapped up in each other’s presence and nature’s fury outside. Viggo shifted his body so his back was leaning against the arm of the couch, one leg folded in front of him, while the other was stretched out along the cushions. Orlando was lying down, full stretched out with his head nestled in Viggo’s lap.

It was like that Orlando dozed off. Each line of distress melting from his visage as his body relaxed, making him more a puddle than human. Dark lashes rested against bronzed cheeks, hiding the deep earthen pools from view. Lips slightly parted allowing soft snores out.

Viggo watched in amazement. There was no denying how beautiful his lover was, features soft and angelic in deep sleep. Lightning flashed outside illuminating the dark room but Viggo no longer had eyes for it. They were trained upon his lover until sleep over came his as well.

A loud crash of thunder jolted Viggo awake where he was lying on the couch. Sometime during the night, he had shifted down on the couch, lying stretched out with his head propped up on the arm of the couch with a pillow. His lapful of Orlando had shifted so the younger man was lying fully on top of him. The dark curly head was propped on his chest, face down, and two arms were curled around him, resting under his back.

He gently eased himself off the couch, sliding Orlando off him to rest on the cushions instead. The tempest outside, though still violent, was beginning to settle down. Each clap of thunder quieter than the previous, each strike of lightning a little farther away. But the rain kept up, coming down in torrents. No one would be going anywhere today from the looks of it.

Stretching his stiff muscles, Viggo padded into the bathroom to relieve the pressure on bladder. He splashed some water on his face and pulled a comb through his hair before he walked back into the bedroom. Their clothes were scattered all over the room, but he couldn’t find it in himself to clean them up. A quick glance at his cell phone, which had been lost under their still damp towels, showed that it was still quite early in the morning. Only a few minutes passed six. Orlando wouldn’t be up for a few more hours at least, so Viggo decided that a quick swim at the indoor pool was in order. Maybe he would order a special breakfast while he was down there to surprise his lover.

Pulling on his swim trunks and a t-shirt, Viggo was about to head out the door when he caught sight of his lover on the couch. Orlando would most likely wake with a backache if he were left there. Sighing to himself, Viggo carefully scooped the younger man in his arms and carried him over to bed, tucking him in under the covers and making sure he was still asleep. Task complete, he grabbed the key card to the room and his cell, before he headed out.

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Orlando snuggled deeper under the covers, burying his face further into the pillow. In his state of half-sleep, he realized that he was once again feeling cold. A tingle ran up and down his spine, shivering down his legs to his toes and scuttling up and down his arms. Sighing, he pulled the warm comforter tighter around his body and drifted back into sleep.

But waiting for him there was ice. Mounds and mounds of snow, sprinkling down from the sky and covering the ground he walked upon, it seemed it was everywhere. He could see this time, but it was still dark. Orlando looked around, unsure of where to go or what to do, when something snaked around his ankle.

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Water poured off his body as Viggo climbed from the pool. Rivers created puddles around his feet as walked over to the lounge chairs and grabbed towel. After a few quick swipes, he was pulling on his t-shirt and shoes, ready to leave. A whistle from the other side of the room, however, caught his attention.

There, sitting next to the windows, lying back in a chair was Johnny. He laughed at the startled look upon the other man’s face, but motioned him over nonetheless. “Good day for a swim, eh?”

Viggo just shook his head and rolled his eyes as he sat on the edge of a chair. Johnny sat up more and cocked his head to the side, his curious gaze giving Viggo silent appraisal. “How’s the kid this morning? I heard he went for a swim last night.”

“Yeah. Something like that.” Viggo wasn’t sure how to explain Orlando’s sleep walking/swimming. “He’s still sleeping.”

Johnny just nodded then leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes like he was lounging in the warm sun rather than an indoor swimming pool. “Just checking,” he murmured, then silence ensued. It appeared that he had fallen asleep, so Viggo quietly slipped out.

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A tendril of ice crept up his leg, freezing and burning simultaneously as it went. He cried out and shook his leg hard, but Orlando wasn’t able to dislodge it. They moved faster this time, multiplying as they climbed, quickly gaining control of his legs.

“No, no, no.” Orlando cried out as his hands frantically clawed at the tentacles. He couldn’t move anymore and his skin stung from the cold. The tentacles pulled tighter around his legs and Orlando screamed. It felt like razorblades dragging along his skin, shredding the flesh as they continued to travel upwards.

“Help” was his desperate plea before the tentacles began to wrap around his hands. “No!”

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“Here’s the tray you ordered, Mr. Mortensen. Enjoy your meal.” The chef in the restaurant handed Viggo the specially made breakfast tray and gave him a nod.

“Thank you.” He shifted the tray in his grasp as he walked out of the dining room and headed through the lobby. Passing by the large windows, he saw the rain was starting to let up a small amount and the thunder had moved off into the distance. Some members of the cast and crew were mingling about, each giving him courteous nods and smiles as he passed. Many of Orlando’s closer friends gave him secret, knowing smiles, but said nothing.

Viggo shook his head in exasperation as he stepped into the elevator. Thankfully, it was empty, so his entire ride to the twelfth floor was undisturbed. He stepped out and sauntered down the hallway, in no hurry to reach the room knowing that Orlando would still be asleep. The floor was silent save for the patter of rain on the roof and the hum of the ice machine at the end of the corridor.

Reaching the door, he drew up one of his legs, resting it against the wall to balance the tray upon it. He fished in his pocket for the keycard and fought with the door handle, trying to get it unlocked. Finally, it swung open and Viggo stepped inside.

Just like the hallway, the room was quiet save for the muffled sound of a body moving in the sheets. “Still asleep, love?” he called out as he set the tray upon the table. He walked into the bathroom and tossed the towel in the hamper before he started back to the bedroom.

“Help! No.” The scream rang out and had Viggo frozen in his tracks. The call was followed by pained moans and the sounds of struggles.

“Orli!” Viggo ran into the bedroom to see Orlando fighting off and invisible foe in his sleep. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his face screwed up as if in pain. “Oh, baby.” Viggo whispered as he rushed over to the side of the bed and grabbed the flailing hands.

A sob escaped Orlando’s lips as he was immediately pulled from the nightmare. He launched himself in Viggo’s arms, burying his face in the older man’s chest as he cried his relief. His body was shaking, goose bumps trailing up and down his exposed skin.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Shhhh, you’re safe.” Viggo murmured as he rocked his lover back and forth. As the sobs and tears decreased, Viggo slowly pulled the body back so he could look in Orlando’s eyes. “What happened, babe?”

“They hurt me.” Orlando whispered as he whipped the covers away from his legs and looked down in confusion. He pulled his pant legs up and ran his hands over the skin numerous times before Viggo stopped him. “There were cuts on my legs! They were bleeding and freezing and burning!” he wailed, once again launching himself into Viggo’s arms.

“Okay. It was just a nightmare. You’re okay now.” But even as he spoke the words, Viggo saw a bright red stain on the sheets.
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