Orlando stared at his reflection in the mirror and shook his head; he looked like a perverted freak. The bunny suit he'd wriggled himself into just wasn't suitable for delivering Easter eggs to sick children; the only place he would possible fit in wearing it was an orgy in The House of Kink. He wondered briefly if there even was such a place as The House of Kink, but decided that there probably was, they had just never invited him.

The suit was made out of ultra-thin white spandex, so tight that he was actually grateful for the hole that left his family jewels hanging out, or he would have been neutered. He didn't have to walk around with his cock hanging out though, oh no, there was a perfectly fine fluffy g-string with attached tail to wear on top of the suit.

He had fluffy bunny slippers on his feet and equally fluffy bunny ears on his head. His nose and parts of his mouth was covered by a bunny nose with long white whiskers and fake front teeth. The nose smelled funny and, by the way, the g-string rode up his ass crack. He really hoped the suit rental firm used good dry cleaners and strong disinfectants. Orlando supposed the suit was someone's idea of looking sexy; it was his idea of looking like an idiot.

"Hey guys," he called out. "I think the suit is maybe a little bit tight."

Orlando expected ill-disguised snickers for an answer, maybe with a few thrown in assurances that it was fine, but he got nothing. He frowned slightly and looked dubiously at the door that ought to be hiding a gaggle of hobbits and at least one camera.

Contrary to popular belief, Orlando was not stupid. He'd figured out the suit was a pay back prank the second he saw it and he'd had his suspicions confirmed when Elijah had taken his clothes with him on leaving the makeshift dressing room that they had created in one of the empty trailers littering the set. The number of people involved on the filming varied from week to week and instead of having to cart trailers back and forth, Pete had made sure there were trailers for everything and everyone to begin with.

He'd cautiously allowed them to hog a secondary fellowship trailer for creating the kind of mess that they didn't want in their own trailers. Wisely enough, he'd figured they would somehow take it over anyway and giving them the keys was just easier. Orlando had good memories from this trailer, Viggo memories, memories it now hurt to dwell on for too long.

He opened the door to the living area, fully prepared for laughing, finger pointing and camera flashing. Nothing happened though, and when he looked around, he realized that he was alone. No signs of the hobbits or his clothes anywhere. Brill. Without his clothes he had no keys, no car and no phone, which left him in a ridiculous bunny suit with no means of transport.

The extent of Elijah's evil plan dawned on Orlando. It would take him half an hour in pouring, fucking cold rain to walk home and it would be pretty pointless since he didn't have his keys anyway. Walking to Viggo's house though would take a mere ten minutes, and that was probably what Elijah was trying to get him to do.

Orlando groaned to himself. Staying the night in the trailer suddenly seemed like a great idea but that would mean showing the suit to practically everyone the following morning. Staying meant that Viggo, Sean and a few others wouldn't get to see the suit since they were on a different set the next couple of days while they filmed hobbit scenes here, but there was bound to be pictures, probably video clips, too. The hobbits were devious like that and the documentary crew milling around were just dying to catch one of their pranks on camera.

Going to Viggo's meant heartache, but the older man would surely be decent enough to lend Orlando a change of clothes and give him a ride home. He might have made it abundantly clear that their little affair was over, but that didn't mean he was cruel. It wasn't like it had really merited to be called an affair anyway; it had been fucking at irregular intervals. But it had been pretty freaking great fucking and Orlando, the idiot, had gone and fallen in love with the most amazing man he ever met.

He suspected that his feelings were the reason for Viggo ending their affair, or whatever it had been, even though the rather abrupt goodbye hadn't held any explanations. He hadn't been stupid enough to tell Viggo or anything, but it couldn't have been hard to figure out with the way Orlando gushed over him at every possible occasion.

He looked around the trailer, searching for a clue as what to do and spotted a coin on the floor. He picked it up and turned it over a few times while pondering his alternatives. Then he decided that heads meant Viggo and tails the trailer. Orlando tossed the coin into the air. He caught it against his hand and looked. Heads.

"Damn," he muttered to himself. "Best out of three."

He tossed it again and it landed heads up, and then once more for good measure. Heads.

"I get it," he said, directing his words towards the roof. "Apparently someone thinks I just have to make a fool out myself in front of Viggo."

He got no reply; apparently metathron was busy elsewhere.

*~

It took Orlando almost twenty minutes of morose shuffling and cars honking to get to Viggo's house. Then it took him at least another five minutes to actually work up the courage to press the doorbell.

He wasn't exactly at his best in the now see-through bunny suit with a damp fluffy g-string covering his cock that had shrunken to the size of a grape due to the cold, and he preferred to always be at his best when Viggo was involved. He'd gotten the silly notion into his head that if Viggo could fuck him, he could come to love him too.

Right now though, Orlando decided, it wasn't about loving or fucking. It was about a dry set of clothes, a hot shower, a ride home, and the spare key for his house. Not necessarily in that order. He put his finger to the doorbell and took a deep calming breath. He could totally do this without coming off as a pitiful, moronic and lovesick fool. He was an actor for Christ's sake.

There was the sound of muffled cursing coming from the other side of the door, and then it swung open. Orlando's heart did a double take; Viggo was ridiculously gorgeous. He was wearing a pair of worn jeans that hung low on his slim hips and a too tight once upon a time white t-shirt with a frayed collar.

His hair was in disarray and there were colour smudges on his hands and one of his bearded cheeks. He was leaning against the doorpost in the world's most clichéd pose, a crooked grin on his lips, one eyebrow cocked and eyes glittering with the light spilling out from the hall.

Orlando's mouth dried up, only to start salivating a second later, and he wondered if it was lethal to lick paint off someone's skin. It shouldn't be, not if the paint was water based, but he was so not going to ask Viggo about that.

"Hi Orli," Viggo said, caressing the nickname like it was Orlando's cock. "Nice outfit."

"Likewise," Orlando answered, still salivating.

Viggo looked down on himself and laughed. "Yeah... You always seem to like me best when I look poor and homeless."

Orlando bit his lip and stared down on his feet in the dirty, damp, damned uncomfortable fluffy bunny slippers. Ten seconds into the conversation and he was already slipping towards love sick fool.

"Sorry," he muttered, even though he didn't quite know what he was apologizing for. "I... I just... Could you give me a ride home and do you know who has my spare key? I know I gave it to someone..."

"Sorry," Viggo said, nodding towards the driveway. "No car. Lij borrowed it earlier."

Orlando turned and looked for himself, there really was no car. "Oh," he said shivering slightly. "I guess I'll just go then."

He was going to go right back to the set and sleep in the trailer; apparently he wasn't the slightest bit over Viggo and it hurt. Especially since he was looking so shaggable.

"In that outfit? I don't think so," Viggo said. "Come on in."

"I... I'd rather not," Orlando said, and he really was losing big time when it came to not being pathetic.

"Did I imply you had a choice in this? My mistake. Now, get in."

Orlando did as he was asked to; at least he would be warm and uncomfortable inside which beat the hell out of being cold and uncomfortable outside. He brushed past Viggo and walked into the living room, already familiar with Viggo's home from various get togethers and their extra curricular meetings.

Everything looked like it usually did, except for the whiskey bottle and tumbler on the table next to Viggo's favourite chair by the window. He heard Viggo moving up behind him and turned to face him.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked, eyeing Viggo's face.

Viggo rarely drank, even went they went on a pub crawl, and he didn't strike Orlando as the type to sit home and drink alone on a Tuesday afternoon.

"Yeah," Viggo said, his eyes roaming over Orlando's way too exposed body. "I was drinking myself some courage."

"Why?" The question slipped out before Orlando could tell his brain that it was none of his business. It was just that Viggo was such a together self assured guy that Orlando couldn't imagine him being nervous about anything at any time.

"I was going to call you," Viggo said with a fleeting smile. "But you showed up before my courage did."

"You were nervous about calling me? Viggo, that's... pretty pathetic."

Viggo laughed, and Orlando felt himself quiver inside. He just didn't get it. He wasn't a difficult guy to talk to, unlike Viggo himself, who was the one syllable man if he didn't feel like talking, which was why Orlando rarely called him. He always felt like he was intruding on Viggo's personal time or something.

"I had some difficult things on my mind," Viggo said airily, his eyes still trained on Orlando's wet, cold and bloody uncomfortable body.

Orlando realized that it was the best answer he was going to get at the moment, and was just about to ask for a towel, when Viggo suddenly moved closer, much closer.

"I like you when you're wet and beautiful," he purred into Orlando's ear as his big warm hands made themselves comfortable on Orlando's chest. Orlando buried his face into the crook of Viggo's neck, inhaling his wonderful smell and basking in Viggo's heat.

"I don't like being wet," Orlando said softly. "And I don't feel beautiful in this ridiculous costume."

He didn't understand what was happening, but he was reasonably sure it would lead to sex, which was of the good since it would mean getting out of the bunny costume. Of course, it also meant setting himself up for heartache all over again, but he couldn't bring himself to care when Viggo's clever fingers found his nipples, pinching them through the thin fabric.

"I don't get you," Orlando murmured with his lips against Viggo's skin.

"How so?" Viggo asked, letting his hands slide downwards over Orlando's quivering stomach towards the one part of Orlando that could really, really use some warmth.

"First you tell me we're over, then you turn to booze to work up the courage to call me. I'm not that difficult to talk to, you know. You dial my number and I will pick up."

Viggo chuckled, one of his hands sliding in under the thong to cup Orlando's rapidly swelling cock. "Wow, that is cold," he mumbled.

Orlando whimpered, tilting his head up for a kiss and was instantly rewarded when Viggo's lips locked over his, Viggo's tongue sliding into his mouth, and turning his knees to jelly.

"Nngnn," he said when Viggo let him up for air, and then again when Viggo slid down to his knees, pulling the thong out of the way.

Orlando was fully hard by now and he groaned when Viggo's lips closed over the head, tonguing the slit lazily. Viggo's hot, hot mouth felt wonderful on his still cold cock, and at this rate he'd come in two seconds flat.

"Viggo," he moaned, fisting his hands in Viggo's too long hair, not sure if he wanted to pull him off or pull him down.

Viggo let his cock slip from his lips with a wet pop, and looked up at Orlando's flushed face. Suddenly Orlando didn't feel cold at all any more.

"Fuck my mouth, baby," Viggo said, and Orlando almost came on the spot.

Viggo's lips slid back around his cock and this time Orlando took him up on the invitation, thrusting his hips against the hot wet cavern enveloping him. Viggo's hands came up to fondle him, one wrapping around the part of his cock that wouldn't fit in his mouth, while the other fondled his balls, rolling them against this palm and tugging lightly.

Orlando groaned. It had been way too long since Viggo last blew him, and he'd always been a sucker for Viggo's mouth. He grabbed Viggo's hair tighter, thrusting with abandon, and Viggo let him, opening his mouth wide and sucking hard. It took all of two minutes before Orlando came like freight train, screaming hoarsely as Viggo swallowed around him.

He slid down to his knees, only to be caught in Viggo's strong arms, Viggo's lips pressing against his, eating his panted breaths. Weakly, he wound his arms around Viggo's neck, kissing him back with messy, panted, open-mouthed kisses. He still felt pretty ridiculous, but Viggo was making it all better with the way he slid his hand down to cup his ass.

"I missed you," Viggo murmured in between kisses, gently guiding them down to the floor.

"I missed you, too," Orlando responded, lifting his legs and wrapping them around Viggo's waist.

He didn't even wince when Viggo ripped open the fabric of the bunny suit, but he moaned when Viggo spit on his fingers before touching them to his hole.

"Will this be enough?" Viggo asked, pressing one spit-slick finger into Orlando's body.

"Yeah," Orlando panted, squirming against Viggo's probing digit.

They've done this so many times before, yet this felt completely different. More intimate than any of their tumbles in a real bed even though they were on the floor, without lube, and Orlando was wearing what looked like a bunnified sperm suit.

Viggo added another finger, and Orlando groaned with the sweet burn of the stretch. Viggo spread his fingers wide, and Orlando whined deep in his throat.

"Now," he panted. "Please, Viggo."

Viggo nodded, pushing his jeans down and spitting in his hand. Orlando watched through half-lidded eyes as Viggo slid his hand over his engorged erection, knowing that there was no way the mix of spit and precome would be enough to ease the burn of being filled. That didn't stop him from wanting it though, and he realized he wouldn't be able to let this, to let Viggo, go again.

"Viggo," he whispered, making Viggo look up at him, his eyes clouded by passion. "I love you."

Viggo blinked and then he launched for Orlando's mouth, kissing him hotly while his blunt cock head aligned with Orlando's opening. Orlando whined against Viggo's lips, making a conscious effort to relax as Viggo pressed into him slowly. It hurt, way more than it usually did, but it was a good hurt. He clawed at Viggo's back, tearing his mouth free to pant for air.

"You okay?" Viggo asked, stopping his slow inwards push.

"Yeah," Orlando breathed. "Just do it."

Viggo pushed in again, not stopping until he was fully buried inside Orlando. He paused for a few moments, sprinkling light kisses over Orlando's flushed face, licking his open mouth.

"I love you, too," he said, his voice hoarse with the strain of staying still. "That's what I was going to call you about."

"You... oh god... could have told me earlier," Orlando panted.

Viggo smiled. "I'm telling you now."

Orlando shifted, pulling feebly at Viggo's back. "Fuck me," he groaned and Viggo complied.

It was kinda painful and awkward and a little bit messy, but oh damnit, so good. Viggo's balls slapped against his ass with every thrust, and Viggo's hand found Orlando's resurrected erection, pulling on it in time with the movement of his hips. Orlando pressed his heels into Viggo's ass, pulling him closer for every thrust, moans falling from his lips in a never-ending song.

Orlando was too worked up by Viggo's love declaration and the pleasure pain of Viggo driving into him to last very long. He came in deep trembling waves as Viggo buried himself to the hilt, pulling on Orlando's drooling cock with a tight fist.

"Viggo," he shouted hoarsely, pulling on Viggo's t-shirt hard enough for it to rip down the back.

Viggo laughed hoarsely, pumping into Orlando's tight heat a few more times before he came as well, his heat filling Orlando up from inside. Orlando moaned weakly, his head lulling to the side, fucked out, blissed out, and goddamned happy.

"So," Viggo rasped into his ear. "Wanna try doing this thing for real?"

"I thought we just did," Orlando answered with a smile. "Bareback and all."

"Oh shit," Viggo groaned, looking shamefaced. "That okay?"

Orlando laughed. "A bit too late to ask me now, fucker, and no, I don't mind. There hasn't been anyone but you since I got here."

"Not for me either," Viggo murmured, pressing a kiss to Orlando's neck.

Orlando shivered slightly. "You think we can move to the bed? I want out of this bloody costume."

Viggo laughed. "Sure thing. I'd do anything for you... snuggle bunny."

"Oh, fuck you," Orlando said but he was grinning like a loon.

"I thought I just did," Viggo answered, grinning just as widely.

They shared another kiss and Orlando sighed happily into Viggo's mouth. It seemed he'd gotten what he wanted and he was not letting Viggo go ever again.

The End