Title: The Beach

Author: Crimsonsenya

Pairing: V/O

Rating: PG13

Warnings: m/m lust

Summary: An older man touching a younger man, the younger man wanting to be touched by the older man.

A/N: A birthday present for Ana.

The lines in capitals have been ripped off from Viggo Mortensen’s poems, Communion & First Light. The verses have been used with most respect and admiration to the poet’s work.

Disclaimer: This piece is completely fictional.

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REACH THROUGH MOONLESS DAWN FOR YOUR NAPE

The waves of ink black liquid hit the shore only to retreat immediately. They had both sat down on the beach, knees propped before them, Viggo behind Orlando. The lights of the hotels cast a golden glow on the back of Orli’s long neck. Viggo held out his hand to brush aside a couple of unruly strands to give him a better view. He ran his knuckles across the soft column. It was his right to touch Orli like this; it had been his, ever since the first time at the set of Helm’s Deep, where his had had found its way under the blond wig, and the skin under his fingertips had started to shiver.

Viggo wanted to sidle closer and hide his face in Orli’s hair, press his lips on Orli’s ear lobe, rest his burning mouth against the coolness of the back of Orli’s neck, sprinkled with salt water. When Viggo did what he desired, Orli’s hand reached back to entwine Viggo’s hair with his fingers, pulling him closer. Orli’s nape arched as gracefully as swan’s neck.

AND YOU, LITTLE GOD, BLOOM OF COMPASSION

If anybody could reach nirvana, Viggo had no doubt Orli would. He had been so wrong; Orli had never lost his petals after all. Viggo didn’t believe, but he had faith in Orli. He had faith in that whatever happened to both of them, what they have had would always remain. The only thing they could own of each other was the memory of them together.

But Viggo was selfish; he kept Orli from nirvana by wanting to keep his little Bodhisattva a while more with him. Orli turned his head, and his lips parted, expecting Viggo to fill him, because Viggo was the Mara, the passion, Orli willingly loved. Perhaps, they could gather enough karma in this life to reincarnate as swans in the next, because swans, they mated for life, as they had done.

TO SPEAK DESIRE AND PAIN OF ABSENCE

There was no moon on the sky that night, only bright stars. Orli swiped the sand under his hands, gathering the grains in piles, like pyramids grumbling, before they even reached their full shape. They met every now and then, across the world, in places like this, with warmth and sun, and beautiful nights. Nothing between their encounters mattered when they met, and what they were then together was kept behind locks in their hearts when they were apart.

They were connected though, through dozens of little things, similarities too frequent to be mere coincidence, through a series of private symbols that only they could read, shirts and caps, tattoos and moustaches. Orli always considered it as a sign, an unequivocal indicator of him being Viggo’s media naranja, the other part of his soul.

SKIN SAFE AGAINST SKIN RESPECT FOR MOMENTS

Viggo pushed Orli gently on his back. He tugged Orli’s shirt up to his armpits, exposing a smooth expanse of wiry muscle. Viggo was on all fours over Orli. He had pinned Orli to the ground by his wrists. For a few heartbeats, Viggo simply devoured the body underneath him with his eyes. Orli awaited, his body was a solid, coherent line of pounding desire and bristling anticipation from the top of his head to his toes.

The waistband of Orli’s jeans and briefs barely covered his hardened cock. Viggo slid his fingers over the hipbones and sun. He traced the long shorn treasure trail, from his belly button down to the waistbands and beneath them. And Orli came alive, like he always did, and there was the certainty that Viggo would be the only man Orli would ever love, as if his touch had spoiled Orli from everybody else. That was what they had, their only –though unspoken– vow, but it was enough, and more than enough in the nights when the centre of the world was just the two of them.