Fan Fiction ❯ Make Me Yours ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Make Me Yours 2/2
Author: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.ph p?auth=58906
http://www.efanfiction.net/viewuser.php?uid=188
Catego ry: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Orlando/Legolas... hints of Viggo/Orlando
Warnings: RPS, lemon... and of course as usual: great possibility of OOC-ness.
Spoilers: None, really.
Summary: Somebody has a problem with Orlando's display of Legolas.
Disclaimer: Gods! Do I WISH I owned Orlando Bloom! But I do not... neither him, nor Legolas, nor Viggo or anybody else from the LotR-cast... *sigh* that would be such a nice harem...
Notes&Comments: Inspired by Elisa's manips "Narcissist" and "Making you mine"... and plotbunny provided by My-chan, who said that, if Aragorn and Legolas were yummy together, and Viggo and Orlando were yummy too... and if Orlando was yummy alone and Legolas, too... what about Legolas and Orlando?
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'Wow... this works better than I expected...'

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Tentatively, Orlando extended his right hand and touched the elf's ear with just the sensitive tips of his fingers as if he was touching something very fragile, running them from the upper base to the very tip, not really noting how Legolas' eyes fluttered shut. Only when a sigh escaped half-parted lips, the young man's attention moved from the perfectly sculpted ear back to an equally beautiful face, surprised to find it blurred with bliss.

He remembered what it was like to have his fake ears glued on... they had the exact reverse effect of what Legolas' ears really did: instead of hearing more every sound around him was kind of muffled, as if he was wearing headphones. Often he had wondered what they would feel like if they were real, if they were as sensitive as his own ears... in his opinion they were always more than just that.

"How does this feel?" he asked, caressing his way down the other side of the ear.

"It is... pleasurable..." Legolas breathed as he leaned almost involuntarily into the touch, tilting his head just a little. Orlando watched the play of emotions on the Elf's face and was torn between a frown and a smile as he saw how close he was to moaning out aloud. Out of sheer curiosity he raised his other hand and let it run over the other ear like a feather. He was rewarded with the moan that already wanted to break free from its confines before he had found the self-confidence to raise his other hand.

"It fucking looks like you're close to an orgasm, Legolas," he grinned just before a blue-violet glare hit him, and his grin faltered only a little bit before he saw how fogged with bliss and ecstasy it was.

"That is because it is the case."

"Really?" Orlando asked incredulously, his hands stopping every movement as his eyebrows threatened to cross the distance of his forehead.

Another glare hit him, but this time with a threat in it that if he didn't continue he would have to save him, so he smiled and leaned in, closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the newly as sensitive discovered pointed ear. Again he was awarded with moan, but this time it was more a gasp of surprise than anything. Smiling he decided to explore what sounds he could coax from the elf by concentrating only on his ears.

"For doing this the first time," Legolas gasped out between two moans as he gripped the human's waist for support, "you're doing a very - ah - great job on this... uh..." He moaned one more time before he started a counterattack on the assault of his ears. He slipped his hands underneath the thin fabric of Orlando's shirt, well remembering what effect he had on him through the clothing and mimicked the movements of the fingers on his ears on the other's back, lightly running them down the spine. He couldn't move much further as he was sure he would lose his balance if he moved away just the distance to let his hand slip between them so he could caress the human's stomach.

"Orlando..."

The little moan with his name embedded in it along with the electrifying touch on his back went straight to the human's groin and his heart leapt as if he had just jumped from a cable-car, the air whipping around him and all that surrounded him was the air that ripped at his limbs and it felt just great. Fucking great!

He stopped his sweet torture of Legolas' ears, but let his hands cup the other's face still, holding him steady as he looked into the face that seemed to be his, but never was. A little trickle of sweat had appeared just over the upper lip, while the lower lip was trembling with... need, maybe. Orlando could only guess what the elf felt, but from what it looked like, he wasn't regretting that he granted his whispered request.

He was so focused on studying the ivory-like face that he didn't notice how Legolas' hands left his torso and crept between them, settling on his collar in a steel-like grip. They pulled him closer until he could feel the other's soft breath brushing against his lips. Half an inch closer and he would feel the elf's lips on his.

"Like what you tasted?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he growled out and was tempted to lean in to close the gap between their lips. But Legolas held him at a distance.

"So are you now cured from the impression that I am cold, little human?"

"Hey, I never said that! It was only *your* impression," he protested half-heartedly, already focused on the problem at bay, namely Legolas' moving lips that brushed ever so slightly against his as they both talked, begging to be kissed by him.

One of the elf's golden eyebrows shot up. "And you say my impression was wrong?"

This was getting frustrating for Orlando. Whatever he said was turned upside down by the Elf and whenever he said something he thought would get him some scoring, the older one contorted something that made him look like an idiot. His brows furrowed and he felt how a pout was spreading over his features.

"Am I going to make you mine or not?"

A little smile lit up the fair face of the elf and the young man felt a tug on his sleeve.

"Kiss me."

It was the final tug that brought their lips together. Orlando gasped at the impact which Legolas took as a pretense to suck in his lower lip and nibble gently at it, since he didn't want to taste and probe the human's mouth with his tongue yet.

Shivers ran down the dark haired man's spine, shivers like electricity that went straight between his legs. As he regained his senses so far that he was able to, he started kissing back, sucking at Legolas' upper lip first and then licking over the two rose petals that were the gates to the depth of the blond's sweet mouth. He made a step forward and parted the elf's thighs with his knees, which the other allowed all-too-willingly for his tastes, but he soon found the reason for that: Legolas was sporting a rather impressive erection underneath that rivaled his.

The elf quickly made a step back, though not as if he was fleeing from the sudden closeness of the other, but as if he was directing him somewhere, but Orlando didn't care as he mapped Legolas' mouth thoroughly, caressing each inch he could find with his tongue while he felt that his mouth got the same treatment. With a smirk he redirected his plans and sucked instead on the fair one's tongue, coaxing another gasp out of him. Legolas' step became a little unstable, but nevertheless were they moving into the direction he led them to.

He only stopped when he felt the edge of Orlando's bed bump into the back of his knees. Gasping yet again as the little human broke their kiss to place butterfly kisses all over his face, he grasped his shirt tighter, now really needing it for support. But as wiry fingers found their way underneath his tunic - which was quite complicated as he would admit, but he guessed that Orlando had experience from his costume - his knees gave in and he pulled the other down with him on the bed.

Catching his fall with his hands so that his body weight didn't impact fully on his idol, the young man gasped for breath as this maneuver brought him even closer to the elf than he had wanted for the moment as he wanted to explore slowly every inch of the lean body. But now that he felt Legolas from head to toe he just wanted to unravel the elf and feel more of him against his skin.

Quickly he disrobed him, pulling off his tunic over the long blond hair and tossed the fabric as far aside as he could before he freed himself of his own shirt. He then took a moment to ravel in the sight of Legolas naked before him, moving over each plane of his body with his eyes, finding some familiar features and some faded scars that he didn't have but that looked faintly like old wounds of arrows and cuts of knives or maybe swords. He knew he had a warrior in front of him, but some scars made him wonder what Legolas had gone through in his life.

Slowly he leaned back up and ran one finger over one of the scars, gently feeling the texture of the healed skin. It felt soft to him, but somehow strange as he didn't expect that something as perfect as an elf could have scars. Even if they got hurt by an arrow or similar things they should be able to heal whatever wounds they got so that there was no scar left.

Legolas looked up, somewhat miffed that the caresses had stopped. He missed the heated kisses that had warmed him up and now as a soft breeze brushed over his now naked the fingers that ghosted over his old bruises sent chills through his whole body.

"Why are you hesitating?" he asked quietly, almost whispering too low to be heard. But it was sufficient to pull Orlando out of his reverie and his chocolate gaze moved upwards, somehow seeking the elf's dark blue one. His kiss-swollen lips parted and closed again as if he was searching for words to say, but didn't find the appropriate ones. Then he opened his mouth again. "How did you get these...?" Orlando murmured. "I thought..."

"You thought that I was quick enough to evade every attack right?" Legolas continued the sentence for him, a pitiful smile gracing his features as he raised one hand to run it through the stubborn curls. "In contrast to what you think, I am anything but perfect," he smiled, running his thumb over one round ear, still fascinated by the shape of it even though he had seen quite a few humans in his life. "We are always describes as perfect and beautiful and ethereal.... and it is right when they say that we are out of the humans' world. But we are not infallible..."

He raised his other hand and put it on the other side of the dark-haired head. "Orlando, you are beautiful... Don't be afraid to weave this beauty into your play... your beauty makes me, alive," Legolas whispered as he pulled the younger man closer, "makes me shine through you..."

"Oh, shut up," the actor growled and underlined the meaning of his words as he crossed the short distance between their lips for a soul-crushing, long deep kiss. Carefully he lay down on the wiry body of the elf, covering him with his almost equally built frame. A shudder went through both of them as their erections touched and Orlando knew that he wouldn't last long under these circumstances.

His hands trailed along the other's sides while he felt how Legolas massaged his scalp lovingly, bringing his curls into a whole new disarray and he knew that he wouldn't changes this arrangement when he went out that night. The others would definitely say that he looked like he just had the greatest sex of his life, but he didn't care because he was planning to just do that right now.

His hand slipped towards the small of the elf's back, moving softly over the silken planes of his body, wanting to memorize it as a whole and never forget again how he felt, since he was pretty sure that this was the only occasion they would ever meet. Legolas was writhing underneath him, arching slightly as he moaned into their kiss and crying out softly as the actor moved to lick and nibble at his ear.

"Orlando!"

How could his own voice shouting out his name sound so strangely sweet in his ears? This was worse a torture that the daily make-up process every morning in the trailers. But by the way Legolas was seeking friction between their legs he could tell that his tactic was moving into the right direction.

He swept his tongue over the whole ear, lapping at it like a dog and tasting salty sweat that was as sweet as fresh spring air to him, even as he didn't really taste it anymore as he was already bathed in the archer' unique scent of nature and freedom, just as vice versa.

Legolas parted his legs further and placed his feet to both sides of the younger one's body, inviting him to find his cradle between them. At the same time he was raising his hips and allowed Orlando's hand to slip lower, underneath the silken leggings, feeling even softer skin underneath. Kneading softly he pushed the soft sloth lower over the firm globes, while he was leaving little marks all over the elf's neck and shoulder.

After a while he sat up though and pulled the soft pants down all the way, working on the soft boots not longer than Legolas would have himself in his current state of arousal. As he was kneeling there between the archer's strong and lithe legs, he took a moment to adore the entire naked beauty of Legolas. A soft gleam was shining in his eyes before he looked away to work on his own pants, kicking it off his legs and then knelt down again. Leaning forward he searched for the other's lips again as if they held a nectar the he needed to live on.

In that process he had their arousals brushing against each other again, but this time without the soft layers of clothes and Orlando let out a strangled gasp that he muffled against Legolas' pale shoulder.

"Lego... Legolas... I..." he breathed, his voice dripping with need as he was yet again wondering how somebody looking so much like him could turn him on so intensely. Either he was a worse narcissist than he thought or something was very, very wrong with him.

The actor's need was dripping with precum at the tip and he feared that any further touch would bring him over the edge. But yet again Legolas smiled softly at him and opened his legs even further in invitation.

"Make me yours, Orlando," he whispered softly, raising his hips to rub his groin against his alter ego's weeping arousal. Groaning at this, Orlando's hands moved to grab Legolas' hips, steadying them as he raised them a little higher, searching for the puckered entrance between adorably firm globes. In his personal search for release he forgot completely that this would hurt his lover without the needed preparations. So as he finally found what he was searching for and pushed in without any further preliminaries, he simply saw stars from the incredible tightness and almost missed Legolas scream out underneath him.

"Stop! Don't move!! Orlando!!!" came to his ears after a while and he looked down, just to see tears flowing down the sides of the elf's pretty face, his eyes clenched shut in pain. Terrified he started to move back out of the tight passage again, but was stopped by yet another scream.

"Don't!! MOVE!!!" commanded Legolas, gasping like a fish on the dry. "Give me... Give me a moment... to adjust..."

Staying perfectly still as he was terrified that he had caused pain when he wanted to please Orlando had to wait only a few moments that seemed like an eternity he felt how the tightness around him relaxed, but only very slowly. After he took several steadying and deep intakes of breath the restricting feeling was gone and as he looked down he saw that the blond's face looked more relaxed now, not pained anymore.

"Are you okay?" the-haired man said, looking rather worried despite of his desire and need.

"I'm alright," Legolas nodded and pushed himself further on Orlando's shaft, making the actor yelp in return for his previous treatment. He smirked and then reached out to pull the younger one's face down into another breath-taking kiss as he kept rolling his hips, encouraging Orlando to do the same.

Groaning into the older one's mouth, he let him take and savor his, while he started to move slowly in and out of the tight heat, moaning softly each time the delicate friction sent a shaking shiver through his body.

Slowly he became bolder in his movements and soon he had to break the kiss as he was totally out of breath and simply concentrating on his hips movements. He heard Legolas cry out again through his lust-clouded mind, but this time it definitely didn't sound pained, but full of pleasure and bliss. He did exactly what he did before and was delighted to hear another of these sweet cries, soon crying out himself as he came, his seed shooting out and covering Legolas' inner tissues as he marked him inside. Absolutely spent he collapsed down, placing little idle kisses on every spot of skin his lips could find.

After a few moments of just lying there and catching his breath, feeling the soothing touch of the older one's hand caressing his back, he propped himself up on his hands, gazing down at the beauty he had just made his. Legolas looked so beautiful, his paled hair fanned out all around him, blue eyes even darker than usual and a thin sheen of sweat covering his well-trained torso... even the pale column that stood erect at the junction of his legs looked beautiful to the human. But one thing wasn't as it was supposed to be.

He just had the orgasm of his life... but why was Legolas still hard then?

Then it dawned to him: Because of the stunt he pulled earlier the pain had gotten so unbearable for the elf that his arousal decreased and when Orlando found his peak he was still on the ascending side. Quickly he bent down to place a chaste kiss of the half-parted lips.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For seeking my pleasure alone but giving you none," the young man confessed.

Legolas smiled one of his most serene smiles. "That's alright. You got what you wanted..."

"It is not okay!" Orlando protested. "Please... let me make up for it..."

But he didn't even wait for an answer and simply kissed and licked his way down, carefully swirling his tongue around two pert nipples until Legolas was moaning and writhing underneath him again and then licked his way lower, delving his tongue into the elven belly-bottom until he was lovingly nuzzling dark golden curls, rubbing his chin against the now rock-hard arousal of the archer.

"Orlando..." the elf moaned and put his hands back into the other's hair, encouraging him to move lower and pay more attention to where it was needed.

With a smirk Orlando complied happily the silent order and moved a little lower, sweeping his tongue over the weeping tip and tasted salty precum there. He closed his eyes so that his vision wouldn't disturb his senses as he was listening and feeling Legolas' reactions to his treatment.

Said elf was soon writhing more underneath him, wriggling and unconsciously bucking his hips, partly so hard that he had to be held down by two arms. But whenever Orlando could risk it, he let his free hand wander underneath his chin to play with the elf's twin balls. He rolled them against each other, memorizing each reaction, each movement as if he was studying a new role.

Well, he was in fact, but also he was bathing in the sensation of pleasuring somebody he thought so highly of. Sucking hard he would have given his heart to feel the salty elven seed on his tongue and as he started soft humming he was rewarded with just that. Greedily he milked every single droplet of the bitter liquid from the already softening staff and was only satisfied when nothing more could be drunk from the elf's nectar.

He crawled back up; wrapping his arms around Legolas' shivering frame and placing even more chaste kisses all over him. He kissed his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, and the sweaty forehead before he moved on to kiss the soft lips once more.

Orlando knew this had been a lesson to show him how passionate Legolas could be and he had to admit that it had worked very well. Never would he have thought that the elf could be so responsive to sexual stimulations like that, but judging from the still shivering mass in his arms, he was even more responsive to it than as he would have thought.

"Thank you," were the last words he whispered before he fell into a short deep sleep.

As he awoke, Legolas was gone. But Orlando smiled nevertheless as he could still taste the elf's essence in his mouth.

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Well... now that look at it, it isn't the greatest thing I have ever written, but it wasn't meant to be showed to an audience. It was written for me as I wanted to point out a small change into Orlando's behavior during the shootings to Lord of the Rings, a change in the way he played Legolas. It was very subtle, but it was there nevertheless.

He was even Legolas when he teased Boromir and me. And that was great achievement, I think.

The End
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Author's notes: This... is fanfiction on at least two layers. I wrote a fan fiction about Viggo writing a fan fic about Orlando and Legolas... if anybody got confused by that, please don't blame me. ^^;; It's REALLY late now. ^^;; Oyasumi!