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Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know. Already posted to _insatiable_

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/ Orlando Bloom

Summary: Set roughly two months before filming ends and the coupel have to leave New Zealand, will they leave as a couple?

Disclaimer: I don’t own either of these characters, they are real people who own themselves. Their sexuality is their own choice and I am not implying that any part of this fictional story reflects or should influence real life.

“You cannot just keep walking away from me, you know.” He breathed lowly into his partner’s ear.

“Well I never asked you to follow me.” He retorted without turning to face the slightly taller man behind him.

“I’m always going to follow you; in case you hadn’t noticed, I love you.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to follow me, Viggo! Maybe I want you following me about as much as I need you loving me!” he near shouted, turning in his confined space as he said it to glare daggers at his boyfriend.

It was one of those situations where your brain engages just before your mouth does and yet you can still do nothing about it. You know exactly what you’re going to say, exactly the reaction you will get, and for some reason you can’t stop yourself before it’s too late.

The anger flashed in the older man’s eyes momentarily, but was quickly hidden under a veil of calm composure.

“And why do you always do that?! Why do you always dismiss my feelings?!” he burst out once more.

“Orlando, I do not dismiss your feelings - ever. I just happen to think that there are better places for this discussion than in the middle of a bar. However, if you really want to, I’d be more than happy to sort out our domestic issues right here in front of the world and his wife. Shall we have a seat?” he replied dryly, motioning mockingly towards the group of empty tables in one of the corners of what had become their local.

Not prepared to admit defeat, even on a minor scale, at this point, Orlando turned on his heal and stormed out of the bar. Stopping by the door, he realised that Viggo hadn’t even begun to follow him and shot him a look that screamed ‘are you coming or what?’. Viggo stalked straight out of the building and to his car, finding Orlando pouting on the hood. He unlocked the car and opened his door, sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Either get in or get off.” he told Orlando curtly, a few moments later.

The younger man scowled but did as he was asked and slid off the hood, making his way around to his side, getting in. About five minutes down the road Orlando reached into jacket pocket, making to pull out a packet of cigarettes, when he heard a gruff voice from his left.

“Don’t even think about it”

***

“Right, care to explain that little outburst?” Viggo asked, a bitter tinge to his tone, as he threw his jacket over one of the chairs in their kitchen.

“Oh Christ, if you’re gonna talk to me like I’m five then I’m leaving right now. Elijah’s always said he’d be more than happy for me to spend the night with him” he smirked, turning and taking his first steps towards the hallway.

“I am not losing you to a stuck-up little hobbit who doesn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants for longer than ten minutes!” Viggo growled, hand catching Orlando’s wrist and spinning him around so that his back was against the breakfast bar.

“Well you’re losing me to the big bad world in just under two months, so what difference does it make?!” the younger man shot back, tears appearing in his eyes as he tried in vain to break free from the strong grip around his arm.

“Is that…Orlando, is that what all this is about? That we’ve only got a few months until we finish filming?” he asked, much more gentle than with his previous question, reaching his free hand up to stroke a stray curl away from his lover’s forehead.

Caressing a soft cheek, Viggo leant down slightly and kissed him softly, Orlando leaning into the touch, and whispered that he loved him as he pulled back. The brown-eyed beauty bristled at the words and pushed the older man away from him.

“Don’t say that – I’m not a fool, Viggo. However much of one you take me to be, I am no one’s fool. I heard you talking to Ian the other day – you told him it wouldn’t work between us once we left New Zealand! Why couldn’t you have told me that when all this started?! I’m not saying it would have stopped anything, but at least then I would have been prepared! What were you planning to do? Give me a note just before I got on the plane? Text me when I got back to England? I was ready to do so much for you, Viggo. I was ready to go home and tell my mum and Sam - and the whole fucking world if you wanted – that I love you and that you make me so happy and that I don’t ever want to be with anyone else because you’ve changed something in me and now no one even comes close to you!” he started off quiet and seemingly calm but ended shouting and writhing against the man pinning him to the counter, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled with his honesty.

“How much of my conversation with Ian did you hear?”

“Enough”

“Orlando…”

“About ten minutes, I guess” he mumbled.

“So, of a conversation that lasted a good hour, you heard a grand total of ten minutes?”

“Don’t mock me, Viggo. What does it matter how much of the conversation I heard?! I mean, excuse me if I didn’t want to stand around and listen to you tell Ian that I mean nothing to you and that our whole relationship has been a waste of time!” he yelled, once again trying to break free from the hold.

“I never said that!” he yelled back, “If you’d stayed and heard the rest of it – or actually asked me to tell you what we’d said – then you’d know that I went to Ian because I needed to tell someone how much I was going to miss you when we leave here!”

“How about telling your boyfriend?!” Orlando cut in.

“It wasn’t that simple, for God’s sake! You have no idea, do you? You’re going to leave here and the whole world is going to fall at your feet! I love you so much but away from this bubble world that Peter’s put us all in that love will ruin your career! Ian’s been there, I knew he would understand!”

“And you’re saying that I wouldn’t understand?!”

“Well you’re not exactly doing a great job of it at the moment, are you?!”

“The only thing I can see here is that you want out and you’re too much of a coward to say so. It’s been easy to tell me that you love me while we’ve been here, away from anyone who means anything to you, but in the real world you don’t want me to be a part of your life because you just don’t give a flying fuck about me!”

Viggo used both hands to grab Orlando’s head and make him look him in the eye before he replied, “Don’t ever, ever, say that again. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Henry knows about us, my parents know about us – hell, my ex wife knows about us! I didn’t plan for this, and when we got together I didn’t plan for it to last this long, but here we are and I wouldn’t change anything. When I spoke to Ian I was asking him if he thought it would be selfish of me to ask you to move in with me, ok? There, that’s how much of a ‘flying fuck’ I give.”

Viggo finally released his grip on Orlando’s body and stormed from the kitchen, leaving a stunned brunette in his wake.

***

The door creaked slightly as the younger man tentatively pushed it open, they’d been meaning to oil it for several months but, for one reason or another, had never gotten around to it.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, standing nervously in the doorway.

“It’s your bedroom too, you don’t have to stand on ceremony” Viggo stated, no emotion in his voice and not looking up from the open books scattered on the bed.

“Vig, please, I know I was out of line earlier and I’m sorry. Please, I don’t want to lose you” he begged, sitting down carefully next to his boyfriend.

“You sure about that? It won’t be easy, you know – however we choose to handle this we have the media to contend with” he replied, staring into Orlando’s eyes and at once appearing so vulnerable that the younger man enveloped him in a bone crushing hug.

“Screw them, Vig. I love you and that is all that matters, ok?” he said fiercely into the long hair.

Viggo pulled away and wrapped his hand around Orlando’s neck, bringing their faces closer together. He tangled his free fingers into the curls at the base of his lover’s neck and moaned as a tongue ran itself over his lips. The kiss deepened, mouths reacquainting themselves with each other, delighting in the feel of how perfectly they fit together, whichever angle they approached from. Orlando was the first to pull back, but kept his lips resting gently on the older man’s.

“I’m sorry” he whispered once more.

“Shhh, it doesn’t matter now.” He told him, running a calloused hand through the soft hair.

“”I can’t believe I nearly walked away from this earlier.”

“Orlando, it wouldn’t have made a difference, I’m always going to follow you; in case you hadn’t noticed, I love you” he grinned, pulling their faces back close again as he rolled his lover onto his back, set on proving just how much he did love him.

FIN