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Mine	By : Aireroswen Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 7185 -:- 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: Mine
Author: Melanie
Rating & Warnings: Hard R, possible NC-17 for strong language, violence, tense situations, rape, non-con, and bondage.
Summary: Orlando is oblivious. Viggo reminds him just whom exactly he belongs to.
Author’s Note: Orlando suffers much in this story, and he isn’t exactly nice either. He comes off as an asshole at times, but let’s just blame it on the fame. *wink* And Viggo is the spawn of the devil, just to warn you. So there are hints of OOC here and there. But I do hope you enjoy! :) And a special thanks to my beta reader Chris. She is an absolute God-sent for doing this for me! Thank you so much, love!

Mine - Part One

Orlando grumbled and lifted the paint thinner, ready to splash it across the painted canvas and erase his previous work. The project was giving him a splitting headache mainly due to the fact that his brain couldn’t agree with his hands as they brushed across the canvas, creating a totally different work of art than what he had intended.

He had spent hours that drifted well off into the middle of the night, working on his latest creation, hoping to relieve some of the stress that had built upon his sagging shoulders from all of the public relations bullshit he had been assigned to do for the release of the last installment for Lord of the Rings. Sleep was not an option, for the idea had completely vanished when he had drunk too much coffee in order to stay awake during the schedule of interviews and press conferences before the London premiere. The preparations for the opening day were quickly sapping his strength and Orlando was more than ready for it to come to an end.

A weary sigh passed his lips before he lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. He had taken up the bad habit again not too long ago when a time in his life had become so arduous, he needed some sort of release that was preferable to drinking himself into a stupor each night. Sex was another option, but he was growing rather tired of the continuous stream of strangers that he had invited into his flat or hotel suite just for a good fuck and then kicked them out the next morning without as so much as a ‘thank you.’

“Dammit,” he murmured and shook his head, while the small bucket of paint thinner was lifted and the clear liquid was allowed to pour down the canvas, causing theainsains of his work to run like a river of blended, distorted colors. He stared in fascination over the intricate design making its slow trek out of existence, but felt no regret over his final decision. He knew that spark of creativity was in there; it just had to be released somehow. He was sure he’d be up all night long trying to get it right and then have to deal with the rush of fatigue in the morning when he made his last round of interviews for the movie in London.

Abruptly, the obnoxious buzzer that was in dire need of replacement signified that someone was coming up the freight elevator and sliced through Orlando’s reverie, causing the young actor to instinctively glance at his wrist watch. It was well past midnight, whold pld possibly be visiting at such an hour?

He placed the bucket of paint thinner on the side table and turned away from the canvas he was slaving over, and entered the large living area of his London flat just as the elevator arrived at its desired destination. The cigarette delicately perched between his lips burned down to the filter and he deposited it in the ashtray on his way to the large service doors that was his main entrance into the apartment. Much to his surprise Viggo’s face was staring back at him through the steel bars that separated them.

Orlando exhaled a cloud of smoke as he stepped forward to open the elevator doors. “Fuck, Vig what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in Berlin, still.”

“Nice to see you too, Bloom,” hesitantly Viggo paused and took a deep breath, “Do you mind if I come in?”

“Sure, sure, mate. No problem. It’s not like I’m going to kick you out on the street,” Orlando replied with a warm smile and invited his former co-star into the apartment. They embraced in a heartfelt hug, and Orlando noticed the slight tension in his friend‘s muscles with the proximity but cared not to comment on it. “Can I get you anything? Beer? Coffee? Tea?”

“No thanks,” Viggo answered nonchalantly as his eyes lingered around the sparse and widely spaced apartment.

There were little decorations, and barely enough furniture to entertain the crowd of people that Orlando normally invited into his home. Viggo had remembered while filming in New Zealand during the summer that the young actor had bought the London flat and wanted to take some time off in order to decorate it. But with the released of the last movie it was a miracle if any of the cast members found a moment of peace in order to think clearly, let alone take the time to find decorations for an apartment.

“Lovely place you have here. It’s coming along great!” He flashed a toothy grin in Orlando’s direction, while wiggling his brows.

Orlando strode over to the kitchen area and snatched up another cigarette from the pack lying by the ashtray. He leaned against the bar and looked at Viggo evenly, and a crease formed on his forehead when he noticed the tense, almost regretful look on his friend’s aging face.

“Is something the matter, Vig?”

“I see you’re smoking again. At first I thought it was a rumor.”

The young actor responded with a slight lift of his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “Everyone has their bad habits. This is just one of many.”

“Howate,ate, by the way? I haven’t seen her around lately.”

“Gone. We split a few months ago.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before Viggo clasped his hands together and sat down heavily on the sofa. “Good,” he murmured while he relaxed his arms across the back of the couch. “That’s good. I never cared for her anyway.”

Orlando’s brow furrowed, as he took a long drag from the cigarette. “Sorry if this sounds rude, Vig, but why are you here? And so unexpectedly when you should be in Berlin.”

The older man turned his upper body around to face Orlando, and smiled broadly. “Come sit, Orlando. It’s been a while since we’ve talked like we used to on the set.”

Bare feet padded across the hardwood flooring toward the sofa, and Orlando sat down on the other end, facing Viggo’s profile with his legs crossed underneath him. “You’re avoiding the subject-”

“I decided to come early. I wanted to come by and see your new apartment before I checked into my hotel.”

Orlando flicked his stray ashes into an empty soda can on the coffee table and then placed the cigarette between his lips again. “You could stay here, you know. It’d be nice to have the company.”

Viggo frowned. “Do you miss her?” He asked slowly, pointedly turning the conversation back to Kate. “Because it obviously looked like you were enjoying yourself more than you would after a breakup during the premiere in LA.”

The young actor blinked hard, as he was not expecting the sudden interrogation of hist rst relationship with Kate or what had occurred in LA. In fact, he wished to avoid it at all costs for it was a subject he wasn’t exactly fond of talking about. It was a part of his past and he intended to keep it that way. Time to move on and find happiness somewhere else.

“What’s this about, Vig?”

Viggo sighed heavily and turned his gaze to Orlando. He appeared exhausted, possibly from jetlag, but there was something in his eyes that unnerved Orlando and he was unsure of what to perceive from his friend‘s demeanor that night. It wasn’t like Viggo to blurt out such unwelcome opinions, even when he was pulling pranks. He always respected Orlando when it came to his relationships with women. Of course, he obviously wasn’t as secretive with his friends and co-stars as he was with the general public, but there were just some aspects of Orlando’s life he wished to keep behind closed doors.

“Why can’t you just answer the question,” questioned Viggo with persistence.

Orlando shook his head, exhaling a cloud of smoke through his flared nostrils and slowly blinked. “That’s none of your damn business, and you know that.”

“We’ve known each other - what? – four years now, and I was beginning to think that you’d finally opened up to me. I just want to know why you let Dom hang all over you. The press had a field day with those premiere pictures by the way.”

“I don’t give a shit about the press, Vig and Dom has nothing to do with me and Kate or anything else for that matter,” Orlando said angrily as he dropped his cigarette into the soda can sending the message to Viggo that he wanted to drop the subject. He gave his friend a long look and rolled his eyes heavenward when the older man continued to gaze at him expectantly.

“Look, it’s late, Vig. You can stay here if you’d like, but I’m going to bed. G’night.”

He started to rise from the sofa, but was surprised when Viggo leaned across and grabbed his wrist to keep him from leaving. Orlando narrowed his dark eyes at Viggo’s and one brow shot up at the spark of ire he witnessed in the pools of blue staring back at him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Orlando demanded, tugging his arm from Viggo’s grasp, but the other man refused to let go. Orlando though was growing rather tired of this game and he felt the displeasure rising steadily within him. “Let go, Vig.”

Viggo tightened his grip until he received a gasp from Orlando, and rose from the sofa to stand in front of him. “Do you really want to know what’s wrong, Orlando? I want to tell you but I’m not sure you can handle what I have to say.”

“What?”

A muscle in Viggo’s jaw tightened and his eyes darkened. “It’s you. You’re what’s wrong with me.”

The anger that welled inside of Orlando’s chest quickly changed to shock. He was cautious of the man now standing before him, his normally smiling face now suddenly twisted in undisguised rage. In a matter of seconds Viggo seemed to have changed into a completely different person, sending Orlando into a world of confusion. He wasn’t sure how to react to such a frighteningly unexpected distortion of the man he called his friend.

“You should be called a whore for all the men and women you’ve allowed to touch you. There doesn’t seem to be even a hint of regret over what you are doing.”

Orlando flinched and tried to pull his hand frrom rom Viggo’s grip, only to have the older man grab his other wrist and draw him up from his seat until their bodies were touching and Viggo’s fevered breath tingled the fine hairs along Orlando’s upper lip. The young actor leaned his head back to put as much distance between them as was possible, and turned away in revulsion.

Viggo brought his lips close to Odo’sdo’s ear and whispered tenderly, his breath trembling from the chaotic storm raging within his mind, “It makes me fucking seethe with envy to know that I’m not the only one allowed to kiss you.”

“Vig-”

“Just shut the fuck up, Orlando!” Viggo shouted and twisted Orlando’s wrists in his hands, until he felt the scrape of bone against bone on the surfaces of his palms.

The brash command only fueled Orlando’s anger and he writhed in Viggo’s grip, succeeding in freeing one hand. He wasted no time and brought that fist around and punched the older man square in the jaw. Viggo stumbled back from the force of the impact, and Orlando kept the balls of his feet balanced on the floor to stop himself from falling forward along with the other man. His other wrist came free from Viggo’s relentless hold and he backed away, collapsing back against the cushions in a daze.

“Get the fuck out of my house!”

Viggo laughed lightly and rubbed his tender jaw, the look on his face frightening. “That was a mistake.”

Orlando stifled the urge to punch his friend again, and clenched his jaw in restrained furry as he pointed toward the service elevator for emphasis. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” he said evenly, “but you’re not welcome in my house. Get out or I’ll call the police.”

“You would really do that?”

“Don’t give me reason to.”

Viggo slowly moved towards Orlando, as though he was approaching his prey with only the intent to devour and waste no remains. The young actor cringed at the malicious glee he saw on Viggo’s face.

“You’re crazy to think that I will give up so easily. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time…”

Orlando furrowed his brows as he searched Viggo’s eyes for any sign of the man that he once respected but sadly he could find none. He tried to think of a way to get through to the older man, but his shock and confusion left him at a loss. All his mind kept telling him was to get away and defend himself. As much as he hated to injure Viggo, he was willing to do what was necessary to avoid what he feared the other man intended.

“You’re daft, man.”

“You’re right…I am… and you are the source of my unrest. My obsession is driving me mad.”

Orlando backed away, stumbling over a moving box beside the end table, but righted himself just as Viggo lunged for him. He tried to steer another punch toward Viggo’s face, but the older man was quick to grab the fist in mid-swing. Viggo used that momentum to propel Orlando around, restraining his arm behind his back with enough force to break his arm at the elbow if Viggo yanked up on it any further. The young Brit clenched his teeth against the rush of pain that coursed through the length of his arm, but refrained from moving in order not to tempt the crazed man behind him.

“Viggo, let me go.” He flinched when callused fingers brushed the curls away from the side of his face, and hot breath tickled his ear. Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe, his lungs constricting painfully in his chest, his breath coming in short shallow gasps. “Viggo-“

“Hush, Orlando,” Viggo whispered as his fingers trailed down the smooth curve of Orlando’s face and ventured toward the small valley of whiskers on his upper lip and then to his chin. To his disgust, Orlando felt Viggo’s body shudder from what he could only assume was pleasure.

“Why are you doing this, Vig?” Orlando asked breathlessly.

“To show you, one way or another that you’re mine. No one else is allowed to touch you. Not anymore.”

“You don’t fucking own me, Vig,” Orlando ground out, “You – fuck!” His eyes clenched shut when Viggo pulled up on his restrained arm, and sending a jolt of pain to his shoulder. “Jesus, just let me go!”

“I can’t. I have to do this…” Viggo’s free hand lightly wrapped around the young man’s throat, sending a silent threat to Orlando to cooperate. “You are the only one that can help me, Orlando.“

“Fuck you.”

“No, that will be my job… fucking you.”

Orlando instinctively squirmed at that statement and rved ved a tight squeeze around his throat along with a pull on his arm for his trouble. His teeth gritted together against the onslaught of pain, and his eyes sealed shut until he saw white spots dancing on the backdrop of his lids. Viggo’s hold around his neck didn’t loosen, and the strain over his windpipe made the task of breathing more difficult than it already was with the terror that welled up inside of his heart.

“You can’t do this, Vig. Please,” Orlando whispered hoarsely, his strangled voice trembling with the sheer enormity of his fear. He couldn’t understand why Viggo was acting so viciously demented, with no hint of the compassion Orlando knew he possessed. Viggo had always been there for him, to guide him, to be his friend, almost like the father he always wanted. It had never occurred to Orlando that Viggo was infatuated with him, an infatuation that had obviously turned into an obsession over the years, yet the older man had carefully kept his feelings well hidden. This other side of Viggo was terrifying, foreign and so unexpected, he had no idea how to stop him before the older man did something Orlando was sure he’d regret.

“Vig, please…you’re hurting me,” Orlando said, hoping to reach his friend.

Viggo tightened his grip and laughed, a short, angry sound that could have almost been a sob, his lips once again pressed to Orlando’s ear. “So now you know how it feels, Orlando… now you know.”

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