The beat of the club pumped through Orlando's veins. Here he was in his element, here he felt at home.

Surprisingly no one ever seemed to bother him in clubs, everybody too wrapped up in themselves to notice him. He wasn't complaining, he liked being left alone, especially on a night like tonight. Since his recent movie success, it seemed that Orlando couldn't leave the house without be bothered. He didn't mind writing the odd autograph but people always wanted more than that, they wanted more then just a few minutes of his time.

A remixed, beat-ey version of Titanic's 'My Heart Will Go On' came on, and Orlando cringed. Making his way to the bar, he made sure to keep his head down. His mind drifted to his boyfriend and he smiled, he truly hated these places. Getting him to leave the house was hard enough let alone come clubbing.

Next to him at the bar stood a man about Orlando's height. He had shoulder length dirty blond hair and broad muscular shoulders. Nice, very nice. The man felt Orlando's appreciative gaze and turned to give him an amused smile.

Orlando didn't blush at being caught, he simply smiled back and stuck out his hand.

"Hi, my name's Orlando, what's yours?" he asked, trying not to laugh.

"Viggo. Viggo Mortensen." The gentle cleft in his chin had Orlando mesmerized.

Orlando acted surprised. "Oh really? Weren't you in that movie? You know the one with the ultra cool Elf?"

Viggo shook his head. "No I think you're thinking of someone else. I'm an accountant."

Orlando laughed out loud, before biting on his lip to make himself stop.

"So what do you do… Um …Orlando was it?" Viggo leaned against the bar and let his eyes wander over the tight body in front of him; dressed in dark denim jeans and white shirt, through which he could see the dark nipples.

Orlando thought about his answer for a moment before answering with a huge smile. "I'm an astronaut."

Viggo shook his head. He should have known he would take it too far. "Well that sounds very interesting, a lot more exciting than accounting." Viggo's eyes locked with the younger man as his smile told of his intentions.

"Yeah it can be pretty exciting I guess. You know," he tried to think of something interestingly astronauty to say, "Space is cool."

He totally sucked at this. Thank God someone else always wrote his lines for him in the movies.

Viggo laughed gently and nodded. "Yeah so I hear. You know accounting is actually just my cover."

Orlando leaned in a little making sure to brush Viggo's hand. "Really?" "Yeah but don't tell anyone." Viggo made a show of looking around them, to make sure that no one was watching. "I work for the American government. I'm actually a spy."

Orlando raised his eyebrows at Viggo, before looking at the ground. He wanted to be a spy, why hadn't he thought of that?

"So Viggo do you live near by?" Orlando's voice suddenly took a tone that could only be described as sinfully sexual.

Viggo instantly felt a shiver go straight to his groin at the suggestiveness in his voice. "As a matter of fact I do. It's a nice place, you should see it some time."

Orlando grinned from ear to ear. "I'd like to see it, in fact," he leaned right in and brushed imaginary dust off of Viggo's black shirt, making sure to skim his fingers over the already hard nipples, "I'm not busy right now."

Viggo thought that perhaps Orlando was a little too good at this, he was hoping it was just his acting skills being put to good use.

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Ten minutes later saw Viggo unlocking his front door and motioning for Orlando to enter first.

"This is a nice place." Orlando looked around, taking in the décor, which he made sure to compliment.

Viggo walked over to the bar in the lounge and poured out two glasses of scotch. He held one out to Orlando. "You want a drink?"

Orlando walked over to Viggo and took the glass from his hand, placing it back down on the bar. He came up close so that his face was an inch away from the older man. "No thanks, I'd rather you just fuck me."

Viggo swallowed and gulped down his drink in one go. Slamming the glass down, he took Orlando by the hand, pulling the younger man flush against his body. "Impatient aren't you?" He gently brushed his lips over Orlando's. "And here I was trying for the slow seduction."

Orlando smiled slowly against the other man's lips. "Yeah, well neither of us are getting any younger. Especially not you."

Viggo tightened his arms around the young body and pressed their lips together softly.

The kiss was gentle at first, tasting each other, teasing each other. Viggo's tongue slid slowly over the supple lips before plunging in. He relished the moan that escaped from Orlando's throat as their tongues met and danced.

Viggo's hands stroked under his shirt and over his back. The kiss deepened and Viggo pulled Orlando's hips against his own. Feeling the hardness against him, Viggo shuddered with desire and bent his head to suck lightly on the pale flesh of his neck. He bit down gently, letting his wet tongue worship the soft skin.

"Viggo." Orlando's hands stroked the soft golden hair, pressing him closer to his neck. "Let's go upstairs."

When Viggo let him go, it wasn't far. Orlando was practically curled around his side as they walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. The room was bathed in soft light, that gave the illusion of candlelight. Orlando smiled as he felt the older man's hard body press against his back, and the strong arms wrap themselves around his torso.

Orlando pushed his hips backwards, gently sliding his buttocks over the swell in Viggo's pants. A soft gasp escaped his lips and he pushed his hips forward, letting the younger man feel how much he wanted him. Orlando turned in his arms, placing soft kisses along the slightly bristled jaw. They could almost smell the want, the need, the passion in the room, hanging between them.

Viggo's hands slid down the front of Orlando's shirt, gathering it up at the bottom and pulling it over his head. The creamy olive skin tempted him to no end. He wanted to lick him all over, see if he tasted as good as he smelled. Slowly unbuttoning his own shirt, he let it slide off of his golden tanned chest.

Orlando licked his lips suddenly, moving forward and biting gently on a hard nipple, before soothing it with his tongue. He looked up and met the eyes of the older man.

"Didn't you say something about wanting to be fucked?" Viggo's voice was pure sex, it dripped with promise.

Orlando felt his hardened length pulse, just from listening to him speak. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and slid his jeans over his hips, showing Viggo that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Viggo's eyes stayed on the impressive firm flesh. He realized that he hadn't been quite this excited in a long time. Removing his own trousers, and then underwear, he pressed their bodies together. When their lips met it was maddeningly intense. Orlando wondered briefly if anyone had ever cum from just a kiss. His hips began to pump slowly against Viggo's, their hard cocks sliding against each other. Viggo brought his mouth to the younger man's ear and whispered, "Let's see if this old dog knows any tricks."

With that, Viggo dropped to his knees and brushed his lips over the sensitive head of his cock. Little breathy gasps spilled from Orlando's mouth as Viggo's tongue snaked out and licked at the juices that were leaking from the swollen flesh. He sucked in the head, the whole time his eyes locked with Orlando's. He licked up the underside slowly, before swallowing him all in. He relaxed his throat and placed his hands on the younger man's buttocks, forcing him to gently thrust in to his mouth.

Orlando now wondered if anyone had ever died from a blowjob. When Viggo raised to his feet once more and licked over the soft lips, waiting for Orlando to lick the taste from himself. "Lay down on the bed, on your front." Viggo patted his soft ass, before walking over to a drawer. Orlando scurried up the bed, laying on his stomach. He pulled a pillow under his chin and waited for Viggo to join him. When he felt a dip in the mattress, he had to take several deep breaths to try and calm himself for what he knew was going to be the best fuck of his life.

Viggo's gentle hands slid over his exposed back, before dipping his head to lick over the long scar. Orlando felt his arms being pulled up towards to bedposts, and he felt his heart leap up in to his throat. His wrists were tied with black silk scarves. Viggo placed a kiss on each wrist, before moving his lips to Orlando's neck. "Tell me you want this," Viggo whispered in his sexual tone.

Orlando practically whimpered. "I want this. Oh God I want this."

Viggo grinned and moved down to his feet. He spread his legs wide open and tied each ankle to a bedpost. Viggo admired the beautiful view. His heart was racing and his cock was pulsing.

He stroked himself a couple of times before reaching for the lube. He coated his fingers and slid one over the entrance to Orlando's willing body. He teased him for only a moment, stroking around, before pushing slowly in. A strangled moan fell from Orlando's lips as he clenched his fists around the silk scarf. Viggo began to push in and out, finding a nice rhythm. He added a second finger and curled them to the place he knew would drive the boy crazy.

An unintelligible sound escaped Orlando when Viggo's fingers began hitting his prostate over and over again. Viggo started to pump his fingers fast, stretching Orlando as he went. Orlando had to bite down on his lip and close his eyes tight.

When Orlando was starting to think he might cum this way, Viggo abruptly stopped, his fingers still deep inside.

"Viggo, please move."

The plea fell on deaf ears, as Viggo simply smiled and watched Orlando's body as it was wracked in unreleased passion. When Orlando realized the older man had no intention of moving anytime soon, he took it upon himself. There was just enough give in the scarves for him to be able to move his body, pushing down on the fingers, before pulling off them again. The renewed sensation was bliss, pure heaven to Orlando. He moved faster, his erection rubbing against the bed sheets.

"That has to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You fucking yourself on my fingers." Viggo began to stroke his cock once more, imagining the sensation of being inside Orlando.

Orlando let out another whimper. "Please Viggo, I need more."

An almost evil smile graced Viggo's lips as he removed his fingers from the tight hot body. "Don't worry Orlando, I'll give you more." Orlando felt Viggo leave the bed and return. He heard the tube of lube being squeezed out. Viggo smiled as he coated the red dildo with lube, warming it up in his hands first. The toy was slightly smaller then he was - he didn't want Orlando to prefer the toy after all. He placed it at Orlando's entrance before sliding it in gently. Orlando moaned and twisted his hands in the scarves. "That's not you," his breathless voice went straight to Viggo's groin.

"Not yet. Let me fuck you with this first, let me watch you." Viggo's voice was barely restrained.

"Yes," Orlando practically shouted out, "Fuck me with it, please." Viggo began to thrust the toy inside the young man over and over again, the whole time stroking himself firmly. He knew Orlando was moving, desperate for the friction of the covers on his rock hard cock. He watched the red silicone as it moved in and out of the tight heat, imagining Orlando's leaking erection rubbing deliciously over the sheets.

Orlando was literally begging for more, pushing himself higher on to the dildo, meeting it with each thrust. Viggo couldn't wait any longer. He removed the toy, relishing the choked sob of Orlando. He slathered more lube on to his hardness. Without any further preparation, Viggo plunged into the hot body.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as the ring of muscles clenched him. He covered Orlando's body with his own, his lips resting near the younger man's ear. He pumped his hips fast now, so desperate to release inside the body beneath him.

With each thrust, Orlando was being pushed forward slightly, pumping his erection in to the covers.

"You like this don't you Orlando, getting fucked, getting used this way. Helpless against me. I can do what ever I want to you." Viggo's sinful tone was all it took for Orlando to cry out and cum harder then he had ever cum in his life. His hot seed burst on to the covers, his inner muscles clenching and milking the older man. Viggo bit down on Orlando's shoulder as he came deep inside him, his stifled groan filling the room.

Viggo couldn't move. He simply lay boneless on top of his young lover for what seemed like forever. When he finally pulled out of Orlando, he heard him whimper from the loss. Slowly untying the younger man, he kissed each wrist and ankle. Viggo finally laid back against the pillows and pulled Orlando in to his arms. He placed a chaste kiss to the head of dark curls and closed his eyes.

The two men simply lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow. Orlando let his hand wander up to Viggo's chin, and stroked over the slight cleft. "Did Henry get off on his camping trip ok?"

Viggo yawned and nodded. "Yeah he said to say goodbye, and something about bringing you back some maple candy."

Orlando chuckled softly. "Yeah he was going on about how good it is. I told him we don't have it in England. He acted like I had just told him I worship Satan."

Viggo smiled and nuzzled his lover. Orlando grinned up at him. "You know that was pretty cruel, teasing me like that."

Viggo just chuckled. "Hey, it was your fantasy. How was it, by the way?

Was it how you imagined it to be?"

Orlando smiled contentedly. "Far better then I imagined it to be."

They lay in each other's arms for a little while before Viggo spoke. "So does that mean I get to chose the next fantasy?"

"Of course, but I told you before, I don't know where I would get the Elf ears from."

Orlando thought about it for a while.

"How do you feel about pirates?"