Part 1 Fucking blind!

Viggo was mad as hell, he couldn't quite figure out why but it had something to do with the form huddled into a morose heap in the seat next to him. Something about Orlando rubbed him the wrong way, for reasons he wasn't about to examine closer. "It isn't the end of the world, you know," Viggo said pointedly. "You'll only have to wear the eye-patch for a few days, the doctor said so."

"I heard him," Orlando said, his voice resounding like the bell of Doom.

"So stop sulking then."

"I'm not sulking. I'm fucking BLIND."

"You are such a drama queen. It's just one eye, for a few days."

"I'm not a drama queen." Orlando's voice rose in register. "How dare you..."

"And there you go with the hissy fit," Viggo said smugly.

"I'm trying to tell you something you smug half-assed bastard," Orlando more or less yelled.

"Please tell me then, Mr Elf-Queen," Viggo said sweetly.

"Fuck off," Orlando said and sunk back into his sullen mood.

"You're so mature. You sure you didn't lie about your age on your resume?"

Viggo knew he was being childish but the damn Elf drove him insane.

"I'm sorry you had to drive me to the ER and I'm sorry you had to stick around to drive me back. I'm sorry I'm such a bother to you Viggo. So shut the fuck UP."

"Feisty," Viggo said, but got no answer. Orlando was staring intently out the window.

"See anything interesting," he tried. Elf riling was no fun when the Elf in question didn't rise to the bait.

"I don't see a fucking thing, you half-cocked idiot," Orlando yelled.

"Cute," Viggo answered and decided to stop poking the rattlesnake. Orlando apparently wasn't in the mood for his taunts and if his demeanor was anything to judge by, he was likely to assault Viggo with a deadly weapon if pushed too far.

Viggo pulled the car to a halt outside the small house the production company rented for Orlando.

"As fun as this has been, I guess this is goodbye," Viggo said reaching behind his seat to retrieve Orlando's jacket.

Orlando opened his mouth to say something but Viggo cut him off.

"Please no tear-filled goodbyes, or heartfelt thanks. It's so embarrassing to be worshipped."

Orlando ground his teeth audibly, grabbed the jacket Viggo'd dumped on his lap and managed to get the door open on his second try. Viggo guessed he was very pleased with the way he slammed the door shut after getting out. The sound was deafening. Viggo put the car in gear and backed down the driveway, convinced not to let the slump, delicate shoulders tug on his heartstrings.

Viggo was almost home when his cell-phone thrilled shrilly. He picked it up and looked at the display: Orlando. Pursing his lips he put the phone back down, without answering. Perhaps a minute later the phone beeped to inform him he had voicemail. With a weary sigh he punched in the numbers to listen to the recorded message, it was obviously impossible to get rid of the Elf.

"Viggo, you rotten son of a bastard whore, you better damn well call me when you hear this."

The Elf, Viggo concluded, was not in the best of moods, so he called him back.

"I hope that's you, Viggo," Orlando answered.

"Me too," Viggo said smartly.

"Very funny. You better get your ass back here right away."

"Why is that?"

"I was so fucking mad at you that I stumbled on the stairs and dropped my keys, now I can't find them."

"Jeez, you are so clumsy it's unbelievable."

"Okay," Orlando said his voice tight with frustration. "I'll try this one more time and this time would you be so kind to let me finish before you start poking fun at me."

"Sure," Viggo answered making an illegal u-turn.

"I'm blind," Orlando said.

Viggo waited for more to come but the Elf was silent.

"Is that all? I knew that already. I was with you to the ER, remember."

"You don't understand. I'm completely blind, as in when I injured my back I suffered a head trauma that made me blind on my left eye, now I'm wearing a patch over my right. You do the math."

"Oh," Viggo said feeling like a sack of shit. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I TRIED... That better be your car I'm hearing."

"Or what? You'll fumble around the bushes looking for me with a deadly weapon?"

"Funny. Why didn't you become a comedian instead of an actor?"

"I am one already, but only for your entertainment."

"Ha!"

Viggo stopped the car in front of Orlando's house and stepped out. Orlando was sitting on the stairs to the front porch looking intently at nothing at all.

"Viggo?" he asked, his voice sounding small.

"Yeah, I'm here," Viggo said.

"What took you so long?" Orlando said with his usual cockiness, but Viggo didn't buy it, he'd heard the fear.

"Someone was yelling my ear of on the phone so it was a bit difficult to concentrate on my driving," he said, but his hands were gentle when he helped Orlando to his feet.

He guided Orlando back to the car and helped him get in. Orlando voiced no protest but followed Viggo without hesitation.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked.

"To the dog pound," Viggo answered flippantly. "I bet they'd take care of a mutt like you, even a blind one."

"Funny guy," Orlando said, but he was smiling.

"Nah, I figured I'd take your scrawny ass in for a couple of days. How'd you figure you'd cook, being blind as a bat?"

"I don't know... I didn't think."

Viggo was about to spew forth some of his usual flippancy but the forlorn look on Orlando's face stopped him.

"Why didn't you tell us? I would have never taken to calling you clumsy, if I knew you were blind on one eye."

"I dunno... It's just... The thing about breaking my back, I couldn't keep it a secret and people always take it into consideration... You know, Orlando can you do this with your back, and stuff like that. Telling them I'm blind on one eye too... I don't want to be pitied. And if the press got hold of it... it would feel too much like a 'woe thy name is Orlando' story."

"I understand, I think," Viggo said, and he did understand, in a way. After his divorce it had felt like everyone crowded him with their constant reminders of his loss. They kept asking him if he was okay, if he ate right, if he was holding up, and all he really wanted them to do was leave him alone to mourn. For Orlando it was even worse, a divorce was something you left behind you and moved on, you don't move on from being blind on one eye, or from a back that aches. He was already reminded of his accident every day; he didn't need other people clamoring around doing so as well.

"What about clothes?" Orlando asked suddenly.

"As I see it you have two options. Either you let me rummage around your undie drawers, or you borrow clothes from me."

Orlando was silent for a few seconds. "I think I'll borrow something from you," he said with a slight blush.

"Do I even want to know?" Viggo asked curiously.

"Probably not," Orlando answered.

Viggo made a face Orlando couldn't see before gently closing the car door. On his way around the car he spotted Orlando's keys and retrieved them. For a moment the pull to go inside and find out Orlando's dirty little secret was almost irresistible, but he did resist it. He'd wheedle it out of the Elf soon enough. He went back to the car and got inside. Orlando turned his head, more out of habit than anything Viggo guessed.

"It's just me," Viggo said, realizing Orlando couldn't be sure.

"Thanks," Orlando said with a small smile.

Viggo patted Orlando's knee slightly to reassure him and realized it might be a few very long days.

~*~*~*~

A couple of hours later the two of them were settled in and Pete was informed of the current situation. Pete was the only one who knew about Orlando's faulty eye, but in the ruckus surrounding Orlando's little accident he hadn't realized Orlando'd hurt his other eye. Pete was one of the good guys though, so he grumbled good-naturedly about the tight schedule and expressed his gratitude to Viggo for taking care of their favorite Elf, nothing more.

The call made Orlando fell better even though it was still scary to waddle around in the dark. Viggo'd actually been a great help though; leading him around the house and 'showing' him the obstacles he might come across and fixing him grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner because he realized Orlando would be more comfortable with finger-food. Orlando figured the older man felt guilty for just leaving Orlando earlier even though he hadn't understood the gravity of the situation. On the other hand he would have understood if he'd just tried to listen, so Orlando didn't mind him feeling guilty in the slightest, served him right for being such a pain. An attractive pain, but a pain none the less.

"Viggo," Orlando yelled, not sure where the other man had toddled off to.

"I'm here," Viggo said from a lot closer than Orlando would've expected.

"Oh." Orlando smiled. "I want a shower."

Viggo sighed and Orlando would have throttled him if he were only sure where he was standing.

"Pretty please," he said, batting his eyelashes. Something he figured would have worked better if he hadn't been wearing an eye-patch.

"Yeah, yeah. Come along then," Viggo said grabbing Orlando's elbow.

Orlando let Viggo lead him to the upstairs bathroom, surprised by how much he trusted Viggo to guide him. It had been the same in the hospital; he'd latched on to Viggo and not stumbled once on their way to the car. Viggo halted them to open a door and when they stepped through it Orlando felt the tiled floor of the bathroom under his feet.

"Sit here," Viggo said pushing Orlando down on something that could only be the toilet.

"Why?" Orlando asked, yanking his T-shirt off.

"So that I can run the shower, but if you rather do it by trial and error and scorch your feet, be my guest."

"Damn, I guess the honeymoon is over."

"What are you talking about?" Viggo sounded exasperated.

"You've been half way decent for the last few hours, but now you're angry again."

"I'm NOT angry."

"Then why are you yelling at me?"

"I'm NOT yelling."

"Are too."

"Orlando," Viggo seemed to be taking great care to sound calm. "Do you want a shower or not?"

"Sorry," Orlando said doing his best to sound contrite.

"No, you're not."

"Am too."

"Are not."

"Am too times infinity."

"Very mature."

"Out of the two of us I'm wondering who is acting more his age."

"Are you calling me old?" Viggo asked a dangerous note to his voice.

"If the shoe fits..."

"I'll have you know, it doesn't."

"So you don't think you're old?"

"I don't want to wear your shoes."

Orlando laughed; he couldn't help himself it just welled up inside of him. After a few seconds he heard Viggo join in. He laughed until his belly hurt and he ran completely out of breath, every time he tried to cut it off it just welled up again. After what seemed like forever he managed to draw a few shaky breaths without laughing and he heard Viggo wheeze beside him.

"Don't you dare say something funny," Orlando gasped. "I'm all out of breath and my stomach hurts."

"Poor baby," Viggo said and patted his head.

Orlando nearly freaked at the pleasant shudder that went through his body when Viggo called him baby. He didn't even like being called baby; it made him feel like a girl.

"Is the shower ready?" he asked, not feeling like laughing in the slightest anymore.

"Yeah," Viggo said. "I'll show you."

Orlando let Viggo guide him to the shower and show him what handles to use; all the time not thinking about the way he could feel Viggo against the bare skin of his torso. He had always harbored a certain attraction for Viggo; the older man was gorgeous, smart and witty. It had never been something he thought about though, or something that made it difficult to be around Viggo. It seemed that was about to change if the way his body reacted to the slightest stimuli was anything to judge by.

"Have a nice shower," Viggo said. "And watch the patch."

"I'm not stupid," Orlando answered.

"Really? You could have fooled me."

"Funny guy," Orlando said pushing his jeans down. He'd never been self-conscious and if Viggo suddenly harbored a lust for his lily white ass that would be fine with him.

"You go commando?" Viggo asked, his voice sounding slightly choked.

"Apparently, yes."

"Why?"

"I dunno, a boyfriend of mine talk me into it and I guess I just got used to it."

"You're gay?" Viggo sounded scandalized.

"Come on, Vig. You, who take so much pleasure in pointing out all my flaws, should have figured that one out ages ago," Orlando said.

"I don't take pleasure in pointing out your flaws."

"Yes, you do."

"Is that what you think?"

"Duh."

"It's not like that. I'm just... It's not like that."

"I'll take your word for it. Now if you mind, I want my shower."

"Yes, of course. I'll just... Have a nice shower."

Orlando waited until the door closed after Viggo before getting into the shower. He grabbed the showerhead before turning the water on with the muzzle pressed against his chest. The first gust of water was shockingly cold but it soon heated up to a nice temperature. He did quick work of the shower, it wasn't as much fun when he couldn't let the water pour over his head. Besides, for some reason he kept wanting to confront Viggo to see how far he could push him.

Once he got out of the shower he really wanted to push Viggo, hard. There was no towel for him and his clothes were gone.

"Viggo," he called out once he got out of the bathroom but got no answer.

He guessed he was dripping water on the floor, but he really didn't care. It was Viggo's own fault. Using the wall as his guide he found the door to Viggo's studio, the place Orlando thought it was most likely he'd be. He opened the door without knocking and stepped inside.

"Viggo," he called out.

The only thing that met him was silence, but he did hear movement behind him so he turned.

"What are you doing in there?" Viggo asked angrily.

"I'm looking for you," Orlando said. "I thought that was fairly obvious."

Strangely the angry note to Viggo's voice was turning him on and he felt his blood moving downwards.

"And why are you still naked... and hard. Why are you hard?"

"I'm still naked because *someone* took away my clothes."

"They were dirty... Why are you hard?"

"How should I know? It's got a life of its own."

"But something must have turned you on. What turned you on? Why are you hard goddammit?"

"Why is it so fucking important to you? Huh? If you're worried I'll jump your sorry ass, please don't be. I'd rather fuck a tent then I'd fuck you."

There was a moment of silence. "A tent?"

"It was the only thing I could think of."

"How do you actually do when you fuck a tent? Is this something you do on a regular basis?"

"Fuck off, Viggo."

"Aww, ain't that sweet. The tent-fucker tells me to fuck off."

Orlando moved forward attempting to brush past Viggo, but he'd miscalculated slightly and bumped right in to him instead. Viggo grabbed him to steady him, which made Orlando's cock slide against his jeans-clad leg in a very pleasurable way. He couldn't help the moan that escaped him even though he tried to muffle it.

"Did you just moan?"

"You're the one rubbing up against the naked and hard guy," Orlando answered defensively.

"I'm not rubbing up against you. You threw yourself at me even though you promised not to jump me, something about rather fucking a tent."

"Yes well... Maybe it wasn't exactly true," Orlando admitted since Viggo still hadn't let him go and it felt pretty nice being in Viggo's arms.

"Oh really, I would have never guessed."

"Hmpf..." Orlando answered all clever witticisms leaving his mind as Viggo shifted his leg. This time he managed to bite back the moan but just barely.

"Wow, you mean I manage to render the Elf speechless, I always thought I would need a gag for that."

"Blinded and gagged... Sounds promising," Orlando said.

"Really? I would have picked you for a dom anytime."

"I wouldn't mind dressing up in fancy leather and spanking your ass 'til it was bright red, but at the end of the night it's all about being fucked by a big, hard cock."

Viggo's only answer was silence and for a minute Orlando was afraid he'd crossed the line, but Viggo ought to have figured out he was in the mood to fuck right now or he was an idiot. Orlando might call Viggo an idiot three times a day, but he'd always thought the older man was both clever and talented. One of Viggo's hands moved from its resting place on Orlando's back and instead found Orlando's hand.

"Would this be big and hard enough for you?" Viggo asked placing Orlando's hand.

Orlando squeezed slightly. "Viggo... I really hope this is your thigh, because if it isn't you're wearing some kind of tights disguising as jeans and if that is the case... I wouldn't fuck you no matter how well hung and gorgeous you are."

Viggo chuckled. "Feel free to find out for yourself Elf boy."

Orlando let his hands slide over the rough fabric of the jeans until he reached the waistband. Almost nervously he moved his hand inwards and downwards. Size didn't really matter to him, no matter what his brash mouth had to say about it, but he had this picture of Viggo in his mind and a small cock would completely ruin that. His hand found its way and rested over the zipper that was stretched to the breaking point. He squeezed slightly and Viggo groaned. He squeezed again, a frown appearing between his brows.

"You must be shitting me," he said.

"How so?" Viggo asked his voice merely more than a husky murmur.

"This is probably the biggest cock I ever got my hands on... and I can't see it."

"Life sucks," Viggo said and Orlando could hear his smile.

"So do I," Orlando replied.

Viggo groaned again and pushed slightly against Orlando's hand. "Don't tempt me you evil Elf," he said.

"Temptation is my middle name."

"Really? I've heard something about Blanchard..."

Now Orlando groaned. "Damn those loose-lipped hobbits."

Viggo laughed. "Personal experience of their lips, have you? Anything you care to share?"

Orlando squeezed Viggo's cock in response, effectively shutting the older man up. His own cock jerked in response to the strangled sound Viggo made and he pressed minutely closer.

"So, Viggo..." he said, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fuck you?" Viggo asked, sounding somewhat alarmed.

"You are a top, right?"

"Yes, well..."

"And you've had sex with another man. Yeah?"

"Of course I have," Viggo said. "I was young in the sixties, remember?"

"Yeah... Viggo you were like ten in the sixties. If you had sex with other men back then... I so don't want to hear about it."

Viggo chuckled. "Okay, I won't tell you then."

Disturbingly enough, Orlando wasn't sure he was joking.

"So how about it?" Orlando asked.

"I guess there is nothing wrong with a friendly fuck between mates," Viggo said, his smile evident in his voice.

"Yay," Orlando said because the only thing he could think off.

Viggo chuckled, a sound that went straight to Orlando's cock.

"Eager for your king's cock are you little Elf," Viggo purred, whatever doubts he'd had seemingly gone.

"Yeah," he more or less whispered.

"Good," Viggo said and somehow Orlando ended up in his arms like a damsel in distress.

"Hey," Orlando said. "I can walk you know."

"Can't see though. This is quicker."

"Okay," Orlando grumbled and wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck.

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