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Crossover From Hell: Role Reversal	By : jediragsniffer Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1000 -:- 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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This is a Crossover From Hell Epilogue ShitFic! Based on the story "Crossover From Hell." Fandoms in the crossover include, but are not limited to: Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, X-Men, X-Files, and Van Helsing among others. Ancient mythology is borrowed and abused, and we step into the realm of Real Person Slash. Nothing is off limits.

Disclaimer: George owns most of what we’re messing with, Tolkien owns a bit as well, and the rest of the copyrighted material will belong to J.K Rowling, Chris Carter and Twenh Ceh Century Fox, and Marvel Comics (though not necessarily in that order). For the hell of it we’ll mention Bruckheimer, and Mickey. Orlando Bloom is his own person. The events in this story are complete fiction. I repeat: none of what is mentioned in this story happened. It’s fiction. In short: Roses are Red, Violets are blue, and the recognizable is not ours, so please don’t sue. Any similarity between this story and others is purely coincidental.

Crossover From Hell:

Role Reversal

Orlando had listened to the rhythmic clacking of the knife on the cutting board for over an hour before he made a decision. Rising from the comfortable leather sofa, he strode into the kitchen and watched his husband. There were times when Legolas was horribly domestic, and this wasn’t an exception. The elf had been preparing an elaborate meal, becoming interested after seeing it done on telly the day before. He’d been chopping meat and vegetables to add to a gorgeous looking plum sauce he’d concocted earlier that morning. Orlando was impressed. His husband had taken to cooking with ease, claiming that if he had to eat Terran food, he would at least see it prepared properly. All this after trying to choke down Orlando’s first cooking attempt. The young man had been eager to impress his lover with his skills in the kitchen, but had failed miserably. He could still smell the charred beef when he concentrated hard enough on the memory. Legolas had made him feel better by pointing out that his skills in the bedroom easily made up for whatever he’d been lacking elsewhere. He watched as his husband finished chopping up a carrot, amazed at how each section was exactly the same size and shape, before he turned to the eager young man in the doorway. “Was there something you wanted, penneth?”

Orlando nodded, gathering his courage. Now or never. “Yes actually. I want to make love to you.”
The elf cocked his head to the side before nodding gently. “Let me finish in here, first.”
“Oh, there’s no rush. I suppose I should be more specific. I want to top.” Orlando stated, as if he were talking about the weather.
Legolas nodded. “Sure thing, love.” He eagerly went back to his veggies, trying to recall if he needed to add the celery or the carrots first, and then deciding it didn’t matter. Orlando gaped at his husband. It was that easy? He’d been trying to work the courage up to say something for weeks. Grinning, he went back to the sofa. He had plans to make.
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Dinner had been wonderful, as always. Legolas was happy with the end result, but Orlando could see him mentally tweaking the recipe in his head. He chuckled, trying to calm his scattered nerves. Their conversation was easy flowing, though a bit dull for Orli’s current mood. Afterwards, he tried to help his husband tidy up, but he just got in the way. Sighing, he headed to the master bath and changed into a fluffy white robe. A nice soak would help to calm his nerves and relax his muscles. He added a bit of sandalwood oil to the stream, adoring the heady, musky scent.

As he was about to disrobe, a pair of solid arms wrapped around him from behind, drawing him against a hard, warm body. A hot, moist mouth descended onto his neck, and he moaned at the sensation. “May I join you?”
Orli shivered. “Yes. Please.” He felt nimble fingers untying the sash of his robe, followed by cool hands on his bare skin. He leaned into his lover’s warm embrace, moaning as the hands on his body moved up to caress his chest and tweak his nipples. He laid his head back on one firm shoulder and sighed. “I want to take you tonight.” He whispered, his voice carrying a hit of trepidation, though he fought to keep it hidden. “Is that okay?”
Legolas pressed a gentle kiss to Orli’s head and nodded behind him. “You may have whatever you wanenneenneth. I’ve always told you to tell me what you want. This is no exception.”
The bath was leisurely spent, more energy put into soaking and in Orli’s case, thinking than in foreplay, which is what the tub was usually used for in this type of situation. Legolas, being the larger of the two bodies, was propped against the marble tube, with Orlando in his arms, leaning against his chest. It had always been this way, the most comfortable position for them both. He knew his young lover was deep in thought, and he had no desire to interrupt him. Instead, he concentrated on the memory of the last time he’d been taken in bed.

It had surely been awhile. But he trusted Orli. The young man certainly had enough practice from the other perspective to know how things would go. Admittedly, he was mildly surprised that Orlando wanted to pursue this. The young actor wasn’t a dominant character. But if this is what he wanted, Legolas would gladly encourage him, provided, of course, that it didn’t become habit. He rather enjoyed the dynamic of their relationship just the way it was, and he knew that Orlando had no complaints.
Getting to bed, was…interesting. The elf knew immediately that Orlando was uncomfortable. Though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. “Is something wrong, darling?” He whispered soothingly, kissing the younger mans temple in an attempt to ease the tension.
“I don’t know. It’s just-” Orlando shook his head, biting his lip in frustration. “I can’t do it like you.”
Legolas crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the bathing room wall. “And what does that mean exactly?”
Orlando blushed. “Well, the only experience I have with all of this is from the other side of things. You’ve been a teacher of sorts. And in this situation, what would normally happen just isn’t possible when we reverse roles.”
Legolas arched an eyebrow in confusion. “Penneth, I’m sure you won’t have any problems performing…a bit of stage fright is normal.”
“No. No. That’s not what I mean.” Lando’s face was flaming now. “What I mean is, normally, after we share a bath, you pick me up and carry me to bed. And I, uh- I can’t carry you.”
Legolas chuckled. “Is that all, little one?”
“It’s just the beginning.” Orlando mumbled.
“Well, I think I can help you. You see, I can walk to bed. You can come with me. Once we’re there, I’m sure things will progress accordingly.” The elf tried not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but was unsuccessful in repressing a tell tale smile, which Orlando saw, and didn’t appreciate one bit.
“You’re laughing at me!”
“I’m not, penneth. I would never laugh at you. However, this situation…it’s a bit odd.”
“You don’t want this, do you?” Orlando huffed, his eyes burning with anger. “It’s all well and good to sleep with a man as long as you’re the one in charge, you’re the one doing all the fucking, isn’t it? This is Orlando,” he pointed to himself. “He’s my little woman. My little bitch.”
This had certainly gone on long enough. Legolas took the two steps that separated him from his husband and embraced him hard enough to bruise. “Never, Orlando. You’re not a “bitch” in any sense of the word. Well, unless you’re in a bad mood, but that doesn’t apply here.” He smiled gently. “Of course I want you. But you’ve never expressed any interest in taking charge before, so I never mentioned it. I just figured you wanted to learn how things worked at first, but when we advanced past that level, and you still never said anything, I just assumed you weren’t interested in reversing roles. And that’s fine love. It doesn’t make you any less of a man, or any less of a contributor to our sexual life.”
Orli nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes that were darkening with lust. This might be fun. He gave his first command. “Then get into bed, and I’ll be there shortly.”
Legolas nodded, and left the bathroom with a steady pace. He shook his head as he turned down the blankets and climbed into the comfortable king size that had served them so well. He lie back, waiting patiently for Orli to finish whatever it was he was doing. As it turned out, he had quite a wait ahead of him.

Orlando paced back and forth, eyeing his reflection distrustfully in the mirror, and decidedly unable to make a decision. His hesitation should have made the decision for him. Honestly, he didn’t know what to make of himself. After all this time, he ought to know who he was, and where he stood with Legolas. He kept struggling with his former heterosexual macho persona. And for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why. That persona hadn’t been apart of who he was. It had been an invention. Something he had conjured to get his way through Hollywood. If he was going to be honest with himself, all he really wanted was to go into the next room and tell Legolas that he’d made a mistake, that he was happy with the way things usually went, and be done with it.
He didn’t want to top.
It was a simple revelation that was too late in its coming. Orlando had been convinced that that was what he had wanted. And all he wanted. And yet, once Legolas had acquiesced, and he’d lain in the tub really thinking about how it would be….
Well, it hadn’t exactly turned him on. He hadn’t even gotten hard when Legolas’ own erection had brushed the small of his back. He had simply felt small, and completely ue ofe of himself.
And now, as he thought about it, it made sense. After all, it had always been Legolas’ dominating presence that had fueled his attraction to the other man. It was amazing how hard he got when Legolas told him to do something in a manner that suggested no argument. Or the goosebumps he got when Legolas was angry.
Or how hard he came when Legolas took him over his knee and punished him for one naughty crime or another.
Orlando smiled. Self-reflection in the can was the way of the future. Why he’d never thought of it before, he couldn’t guess. Wrapping his now dry body in a bath sheet, he ambled out into the bedroom to see if his husband was still awake. Sure enough, the elf was as out of it as he’d ever been, his glassy eyes reflecting the elven dreamscape. Orlando sighed. It figured, now that he was horny. “Hey!” He tapped the elf on the shoulder. “Wake up.” He was grateful the Jedi was a light sleeper.
Legolas groaned in a melodic way only elves are capable of. “You called, your worship?”
Orlando chuckled. “Wake up, Nerfherder. I have plans for you.” He smiled devilishly, climbing up to straddle his lover. He leaned over the muscled form and kissed the base of the elf’s throat tenderly, licking up to one delectable elven ear.
“And how might I be of service?” Legolas whispered, his voice hoarse with passion.
“Now listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once.” Orlando sat up, his voice stern. “Do you understand?”
Legolas was suddenly wide-awake. “Of course, love.” He placed his hands on Orli’s hips gently, so as not to presume too much.
Orli smiled, and leaned over to whisper his desires into his husbands awaiting ear. He nipped at it gently before speaking. “Legolas. I love you dearly. And right now I need something from you. I need your complete surrender. I need you to give me whatever I ask for, no questions.”
The elf nodded. He cleared his dry throat. “And what do you want, love?”
Orlando grinned. “Easy. I want you. To Fuck Me. As Hard As You Can.”
Within an instant, their positions were reversed. Legolas kissed him deeply, pinning him to the mattress. “Now that request, darling, is more than easily fulfilled.”
Orli smiled happily. “Show me.”
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