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The Disturbance	By : sylvanelfqueen Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1437 -:- 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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The Disturbance

Rating: NC-17 overall

Characters/Pairing: Orliggo

Genre: angst, thriller, drama, romance, sci-fi

Disclaimer: I don’t own these men or their images, nor do I know their sexual orientations. This is purely fiction, a fabrication of my mind and a horrible vacation. No infringement intended, nor am I making money. Enjoy it for what it is, a story, nothing more.

Warning: M/M sex, supernatural occurrences, self abuse/mutilation, mental instability, dark thoughts and overall plot line

Summary: A disturbance in the water creates havoc in the young actor’s world and his mind. If his friends and lover believe him in time, they may be able to save him from the dark powers encompassing his mind.

Chapter One: The Water

The sky was darkening with clouds brewing a storm. The wind had picked up, whipping the palms and other trees around with its force. White capped waves crashed upon the beach, rolling up the golden sands farther than any high tide could reach. Out on the horizon, the water roiled and frothed as the approaching storm came ever closer to the small island.

‘And where is my lover?’ Viggo thought, as he stood farther back on the beach watching the waves coming in. ‘Out on a surf board in the middle of a hurricane.’

The figure on the water bobbed up and down as the waves churned beneath his board. The wind whipped his dark curls around his face as another splash of water sprayed his tanned face. A smile spread across his lips as he lay down upon the board again and paddled out a little farther.

The sand bar was a few yards behind him and he needed to put more distance between it and him to get a nice ride before the storm advanced any further. Today was Orlando’s first break from filming in the Caribbean in a while and he was determined to go surfing, even if it was only for a small window of time. True, there were rip tide warnings and rough surf warnings out, but nothing was going to dampen his spirit. He had been longing for this small piece of freedom for weeks now.

Sitting up again, he cast a look around at the ocean in front of him. Nothing but white capped surf and the darkening sky could be seen as they bled together on the horizon. This would be one hell of a storm if it hit like they had predicted, probably putting them off schedule for a few weeks at the most, if they were lucky. The swells were near record, reaching over ten foot in some spots. He lived for those kinds of waves.

One rose behind him, building as it came towards him. He paddled towards it, then at the last minute, jumped to his feet. His arms flew out to his sides to keep his balance for a moment as the initial impact of the wave threatened to knock him from his perch. His board glided along the wave as it rolled and crested, its destination the sandy shore rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, his board hit the sandbar, throwing him off head first into the churning water at the sudden drop off. He floundered as he was tossed around in the water, bare skin scraping along the sand as he hit the bottom. His bare shoulder scraped along something sharp, slicing into the skin as he continued to tumble along. Finally gaining purchase, Orlando propelled to the surface and gulped in the salty air. He was standing in chest deep water, only his head breaking the surface.

Viggo toed off his shoes on the shore, watching his lover paddle out farther, preparing to catch a wave. His lover didn’t know of his arrival yet, it was a surprise that Johnny helped him plan. Orlando had been slightly depressed over the last few weeks, missing his lover and trying to get used to the new film. Sure, he had worked with the crew for the first film, but this was almost a totally different film in itself. Johnny was Orlando’s go to guy when things were bothering him and he couldn’t get a hold of Viggo.

It was Johnny that approached him about coming a week early and surprising his young lover. Viggo had agreed it was a good idea and had planned the trip accordingly. He had arrived a few hours ago, snuck into Orlando’s lavish hotel suite to drop off his luggage and changed into his swim shorts and a plain t-shirt. Many of Orli’s friend’s had pointed him in the direction of the secluded surf spot the young Brit preferred, flashing him encouraging smiles along the way.

Now, he sat watching as Orlando guided his board along the waves, defying the natural laws of gravity as he flew across the surface of the water. Suddenly the young man was jolted forward, tumbling off the board and into the water. The waves continued to churn and roll towards the shore, sweeping the young man along in its current.

“Lando!” Viggo called out as he stripped off his shirt and ran towards the water.

The wind was chilly on his bare skin as it whipped the sand around his legs as he ran. His feet sunk into the wet sand, slowing his progression, but he was soon swimming out to where his lover’s board was stuck on the sandbar hidden by the roiling water. An expanse of tanned skin could be seen for the briefest moment before the dark head popped up out of the water. Viggo watched mesmerized for a minute as the lush lips parted to gulp in air, the way his throat bobbed as he sucked down the air, the rivers of salt water as they trailed down the skin; each movement sent jolts of lust straight to his groin making him impossibly hard.

Shaking his lust fogged brain back to the present, Viggo grabbed his lover’s hand under the water, spinning Orlando to face him. “You of all people should know about sandbars.” He didn’t give his lover time to react at his sudden appearance as Viggo brought his lips down upon Orlando’s melting them to his.

Viggo pulled the younger man closer, wrapping his arms around the slender waist, feeling the hard, muscular chest pressed against his own. He opened his mouth in invitation and sighed deeply as Orlando’s tongue slipped in between them and slid along his own. Opening his eyes the tiniest bit, Viggo watched the half lidded brown eyes fill with lust.

Pulling back after a few lazy moments, Orlando worried his lip as he looked deeply into his lover’s bright azure gaze. Relief washed over him in torrents as Viggo pulled him back into his embrace, placing knowing kisses upon the curly head. Orlando pressed his face into the crook of Viggo’s neck and breathed in deep, inhaling his lover’s scent mixed with the salty water. He was so overwhelmed that tears started to snake down his cheeks, mixing with the rivers of ocean water dripping from his hair and disappearing back into the churning water around them.

“Shhhh, baby. It’s all right now. I’m here now.” Viggo nuzzled his nose in the dark curls and pulled his lover even closer, wanting nothing more than to hold him close and never let go. “Are you okay?”

The only response to his question was a nod of the curly head as Orlando pulled slightly away from his lover to wipe his face. That dazzling smile Viggo remembered lit up the younger man’s face as he lifted his arms out of the water and rested them atop Viggo’s shoulders. He winced as the fresh cut was exposed to the fresh air and stretched over his shoulder blade as he moved it.

Seeing the wince, Viggo turned Orlando to the side and looked at the deeper gash upon the young man’s back. “What happened?” He gently ran his fingers over the skin, ghosting of the injury, before they returned to cup the younger man’s face. A concerned look came into Viggo’s eyes. “We should get that looked at, love. Make sure it’s not too bad.”

He made a move to start swimming towards shore, dragging his lover along, when Orlando made a noise of protest. Viggo spun around, a look of confusion washing over his face at the perplexed and slightly hurt looking reflecting back at him from those chocolate eyes. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here Vig?”

Orlando pulled his lover back and ran his hands over Viggo’s face, his muscle memory remembering each laugh line and small crinkle on the freckled skin. He looked on in disbelief, almost afraid to believe his lover was really here, afraid he would wake up in his bed, all alone. His mind, however, couldn’t deny the feeling of the warm flesh under his fingers, every wrinkle and scar exactly where it should be and the spark of life and love dancing in those bright cerulean eyes.

“I came to see you early, love. Johnny called.” Viggo pulled his lover closer and together they swam over to the sandbar.

Sitting in his lover’s lap in the waist high water, Orlando allowed himself to be swallowed in Viggo’s embrace. The horror of the last few weeks slowly fading away now that he was surrounded by love again. “I just missed you so. I don’t want to do anything but be with you, make love with you.” A few tears started to prick in his eyes again as he turned to face his lover, straddling Viggo’s legs and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Through the link, he poured all his desperation and confusion, frustration and love and his relief. “I love you so much,” he mumbled against the older man’s lips.

“I love you too.” Viggo pulled back from the kiss, his lungs finally burning with the need for air.

He settled his hands upon the wet suit clad hips of Orlando, thanking whatever superior beings existed that his lover had opted for the half suit instead of the full wet suit. It was going to ease the process. Slipping his fingers under the material, he slowly pulled them down until they were riding mid thigh. Taking the opportunity, he ran his hands over the smooth globes of Orlando’s ass and down his muscular thighs, and back up over the slim hips and jutting bones.

Orlando’s fingers worked the tie on Viggo’s swim trunks, then dove in past the material to cradle the straining erection. His fingers gently worked the flesh as his other hand continued to work the shorts down Viggo’s legs until they were down near his knees.

By now, Viggo had one leg free of the wet suit, but did not have the patience to strip him fully. Moaning at the work Orlando was subjecting him to, his hand fumbled in the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a condom, then thinking better of the idea, let if fall back out of his grasp. He wouldn’t be able to put it on, or lube for that matter, with the water surrounding them. Spit and water would have to do.

As if reading his lover’s mind, Orlando sucked two of Viggo’s fingers into his mouth and sucked them hard, running his tongue up and down their length until they were slippery and glistening. Once they were free of the cavern of Orlando’s mouth, they dove quickly under the water and circled his lover’s entrance once, twice, then plunged in, immediately brushing over that sweet spot.

The burning of being stretched as offset by the blinding pleasure of Viggo’s knowing fingers. They scissored back and forth in his body, expertly stretching and pleasuring. A third was added and Orlando tensed for a moment at the extra friction and burn but relaxed a moment later.

“Please baby, hurry.” Orlando panted as Viggo’s mouth captured his nipple and worried it gently. His erection was impossibly hard and swollen, aching with need. If he didn’t get Viggo in him soon, he thought he was going to burst.

In a pleasuring mood, Viggo quickly withdrew his fingers after giving Orlando’s prostate one more prod. The tip of his cock nudged the entrance and slowly slid into the tight sheath. Orlando rested his head on Viggo’s shoulder, biting down to keep the wince inaudible. Viggo continued the thrust until he was full seated into his lover, then stilled all his movements. The waves lapped up around them, now almost chest deep as the swells continued to come in with the storm.

Finally, after a long pause, Orlando sighed and rocked forward. His waning erection perked up again as his lover’s cock brushed over his sweet spot, making him see spots. He moaned deeply and fisted his weeping erection, knowing that he was going to last long. The first thrust already had him undone.

Viggo nudged Orlando’s hand out of the way and grasped the organ, running his fingers up and down the wet length, feeling the pulse throb in it as he thrust up into the hot body. Orlando was writhing in his lap, his nerves tingling and humming with pleasure. They were both so wrapped up in each other that neither were prepared for a rough wave that crashed into Viggo’s back and toppled them down the sandbar into the deeper water.

Orlando floundered under the water for a moment as he was pushed underwater and his lover’s cock ripped free from his body. He gasped and water rushed into his mouth. Panic took over his system as his shoulder burned fiercely, fresh blood oozing from the gash to mix with the water. He kicked his feet and brushed against what felt like wood. Pressing down hard, he tried to repel off the surface only to have the wood break beneath him. A cold feeling shivered up his leg, encompassing his whole body in a matter of seconds. He was frozen in place, unable to move as pain rippled through his shoulder. It went away just as suddenly when a hand grabbed his arm and hauled him to the surface.

Water spewed from his mouth as he coughed hard. Air rushed into his lungs again and he relaxed into the grip keeping him afloat. He didn’t have to look to know it was Viggo. The surfboard appeared before him and he draped his body over the top, trying to catch his breath. The wind was suddenly cold and goose bumps trailed up and down his bare flesh.

Viggo’s hands were there, rubbing up and down trying desperately to warm his young lover up while he tried to calm the frantic beating of his heart. When Orlando hadn’t popped back up from under the water, Viggo had feared the worst and once again dove under the water and hauled the young man to safety.

He retied his swimming trunks, then worked on pulling the wet suit back up over his lover’s hips. They could finish what they started back up in the hotel room, warm and safe in the large bed. He was damned if he was going to finish down here on the beach now that his lover had become a rag doll for the ocean’s amusement twice now.

He paddled them back to shore and walked with his arm around Orlando’s back up the beach only stopping to pick up Viggo’s discarded shirt and shoes. They walked back the path, dragging the surfboard behind them the entire way until the hotel came in sight.

Looking down at his lover, Viggo saw how fiercely the gash on Orlando’s shoulder was bleeding now and decided that a trip to the infirmary was definitely the first order of business. He knew that Orlando would protest, but Viggo wasn’t going to take any chances. They went up to the hotel room where the surfboard and clothes were discarded on the floor. Viggo deposited Orlando on the couch and headed into the bathroom to retrieve two towels.

After drying off and putting on dry shorts, Viggo pulled Orlando to his feet and drug him down the hall to the infirmary. The nurse gave a sympathetic smile to the young man as she cleaned the wound and taped a temporary bandage over it, then quietly left the room. Viggo came up to Orlando and kissed his brow, smoothing back the wild curls to look deep into those coffee eyes.

“We’ll finish what we started once I know your okay, if you’re still up for it.”

Orlando just nodded his head as a shiver wracked his body. He was still cold and couldn’t seem to get warm. Viggo pulled a blanket around the young man’s bare chest having noticed the violent shivers and the goose bumps. It also hadn’t escaped his notice that his lover had yet to speak since he pulled him from the water. Maybe it was just the shock and slight trauma of the day. He would be well by tomorrow.

The doctor came in then and pulled the bandage off Orlando’s shoulder. He once again cleaned it off and numbed the skin before stitching the wound up. Handing Viggo a bottle of antibiotics to prevent infection, he bandaged up the shoulder and sent them on their way. Viggo escorted his lover back up to the room and tucked him in bed knowing he would be well soon enough, or so he hoped.

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