Terrible
VM/OB, PG-13


"You look terrible."

A flash of annoyance played across the face of one, slightly bemused indifference on the other.

"Cut!" Peter yelled from behind the monitor. "Ten minute break, all, then we'll try it again."

Viggo shook his head, then walked briskly off the set. With a look of concern, Orlando followed in his steps, through the heavy stage door and out into the cold New Zealand air.

"Is there something the matter?"

Viggo stood for a moment, rubbing his chin, staring off into the distance. Then, with a sigh, he turned around to face Orlando.

"That scene is all wrong." He frowned, watching Orlando unconsciously playing with one of his braids. With a bitter laugh, he continued. "You wouldn't understand anyway, pretty boy." He turned away again, adjusting one vambrance, then the other, the straps rough against his fingers.

Frowning, Orlando stepped closer to Viggo, his eyes following the thin leather winding and unwinding around Viggo's hands. "Help me out," he said softly.

After a beat, Viggo looked over his shoulder at Orlando, then faced him completely. "It just makes no sense. Why would Legolas say that? You look terrible? You'd think the damn elves would be above petty taunting. Wouldn't you?" He paused for a moment. "I just don't see what Peter was trying to get at. It's not logical."

With a low laugh, Orlando put a hand over Viggo's mouth. "Viggo." He moved his hand away, then brought his face close, much too close for comfort, his nose brushing Viggo's. "You look terrible." He put a hand on the back of Viggo's head and gently pressed their lips together.

After only a moment of hesitation, Viggo responded, leaning into the kiss. A few seconds later he pulled back, searching Orlando's eyes. He narrowed his own, a hint of mischief gleaming in them. "Fucking girly elf." He cupped Orlando's chin in his hands and kissed him again, his tongue running along Orlando's lips and pushing against his teeth.

Carefully, deliberately, Orlando pushed Viggo onto the ground, gravel scratching Viggo's lower back, Orlando's knees smarting as he ignored the rocks, kneeling to straddle Viggo. Stroking Viggo's throat with one hand, Orlando braced himself against the ground with the other as he continued the kiss, a dizzying blur of lips and tongues and teeth. With a low moan, Viggo pulled Orlando on top of him completely, his hands roaming.

And as quickly as it had started, it was over. After one last nip on Viggo's bottom lip, Orlando rose to a standing position, a devilish grin on his face. Viggo pushed himself up, still seated, slightly dazed.

"It's called teasing, mate." Orlando folded his arms, looking down at Viggo. "The elves do have a sense of humor." And before Viggo could say a word, Orlando was walking toward the stage door, smoothing down his Elven hair and adjusting his tunic.

Viggo ran a hand across his own lips, watching Orlando for a moment. Then, with a slow smile, he jumped to his feet and followed him inside.

"Oh."

---

"Ready on the set! And...action!"

Aragorn faced Legolas, the elf searching his face with an air of inquisitiveness. "Le ab dollen."

Legolas paused, then continued.

"You look terrible."

A flash of roving hands and bumping lips filled Viggo's mind. Damn that elf. And unexpectedly, a wide grin broke across Aragorn's face.

Orlando watched him, then suddenly saw a tiny glint in his hair. Gravel. With that thought in his mind, Legolas returned the smile, just as radiant.

"Cut! That was perfect!"




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