| Title: Going Once, Going Twice...Sold! Author: Jo Rating: NC17 Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Hugo Weaving Disclaimers: They're not mine, this didn't happen...well it could have, but they didn't tell me about it...any resemblance to real life events is strictly coincidental and no implications should be drawn. Summary: It's amazing what people will do for a good cause.... Notes: inspired by Valentine's "Charity Auction" plotbunny challenge several weeks back. *g* I just couldn't let something that good pass by without an attempt!
Orlando Bloom stood on the stage with his mouth hanging open. The lights in his face prevented him from seeing much of the crowd, but he peered out anyway. Was Viggo wearing black? He couldn't remember. A girl came out to lead him off the stage and he followed her, a little numb. "Holy shit, Orli!" Elijah squeaked. Orli stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it, sure he had misheard the auctioneer. "Did he really say $5,000, Lijah?" Orli asked. Lij nodded. Just then, Viggo Mortensen appeared at the curtain, Sean Bean standing in his shadow. Both of them wore almost identical odd looks. "Orli, I --" Viggo's words were cut off when Orli leaped off the top step and wrapped himself around the older man. He staggered back a few steps, bumping into Sean before he could stop. "Viggo, I didn't know you cared so much!" Orli kissed him soundly, his grin infectious. Viggo shook his head. "Orli, I...I was outbid. Sean, too," Viggo said as Sean nodded. The words slowly sank in and Orli's expression turned from ecstatic to dismayed. He let his feet drop slowly to the floor. "But, if you didn't...and Sean didn't...then who --" "I did." Everyone turned to stare and Orli's eyebrows made a fast climb to his hairline. He was only vaguely aware of Lij's murmured "Oh, fuck." Hugo Weaving stood there, framed by the curtains, arms crossed over his chest and a faint smirk on his face. Sean muttered something that caused Viggo to choke. It sounded almost as if he was trying not to laugh. Orli flashed them both a dark look. He wasn't buying their suddenly innocent expressions for a single second. "You spent $5,000...on me?" Orli asked and Hugo nodded. Orli cleared his throat, suddenly unsure of what to say. "Well. This is...is...a surprise." "Obviously," Hugo said in that richly accented voice. "You sound a little disappointed." "Well, no, not exactly," Orli said a bit sheepishly. He rubbed the back of his neck and grinned. "I just.... You were probably the last person I expected to participate in this thing." "Anything for charity," Hugo said. Then he laughed. "Besides, it was worth it to see the looks on your lovers' faces when they realized that they'd lost you for the night." "Huh," Viggo said with a soft snort. Sean snickered, managing to turn it into a cough at the last second. "He won't be saying that after he's actually spent a night with the little hellcat," Sean said in a stage whisper. Orli glared at him and then flounced over to stand beside Hugo, putting a deliberate twitch in his hips as he walked. "Just for that," Orli said with a disdainful sniff as he slid his arm through Hugo's, ignoring the muffled laughter coming from Sean and Viggo. "I'm glad that Hugo bought me and not the two of you. At least he is a real gentleman." "Oh, that hurts, Orli," Viggo said, trying not to laugh. Sean didn't even bother making an effort, instead doubling over because he was laughing so hard. Orli frowned, his free hand on his hip as he watched them. "Bastards," Orli muttered. Hugo laughed and patted his hand. "Let them have their laugh now," Hugo said, pulling something out of his pocket and pressing it into Orli's hand. "They'll change their tune come morning." Orli sniffed, turning his head and pointedly ignoring the duo. "What's this?" "That, my dear boy, is a key," Hugo said. He grinned at the look Orli gave him and tapped the tag dangling from his fingers. "Be in that room in two hours. You'll find everything you need." "But --" "Trust me," Hugo whispered and, giving his hand another pat, walked away. Orli just stared after him for a moment and then glared as Viggo and Sean each draped an arm around his shoulders. "Oh, bugger off," Orli said. They just laughed and ignored his pout. Hugo opened the door with the extra key and stepped inside. As the door closed behind him, he blinked, rubbed his eyes, and blinked again. The sitting room of the small suite he had rented for his stay had been completely transformed. All the furniture had been shoved back against the walls and draped with lengths of brilliantly colored silk. The center of the floor was piled with plush pillows -- vibrant emerald, deep indigo, rich violet, lush crimson, bright gold -- and a variety of finger foods were spread out in the very middle. "Oh my," Hugo said, looking around again. A soft noise from the adjoining room drew his attention and he looked up. Orli stood framed in the doorway and it was Hugo's turn to stare with his mouth hanging open. "Does it please you, m'lord?" Orli asked as he slowly sauntered towards Hugo, his bare feet picking a path between the cushions. Hugo nodded, unable to speak, and just watched Orli draw near. The young Canterbury native had shed his street clothes and was now clad in a pair of black trousers that, to Hugo's eyes, looked suspiciously like silk. They rode low on his hips and billowed out loosely to flow around his legs, gathering back in at his ankles. In fact, the pants were so low that Hugo could see the top of a tattoo peeking out above the waistband. Orli's torso and feet were bare, and his only other adornments were the carved bracelet around one wrist and the amulet dangling from his neck. "Where in the world did you find all this?" Hugo asked in a hushed voice. Orli stopped right in front of him and grinned, and the spell was broken. "Oh, here and there," he said with a wave of his hand. "Lijah helped." "I see." Hugo looked around again. Hands touched his shoulders and he jumped slightly, only then aware that Orli had circled him and was sliding his jacket down his arms. "What --" "Shhh," Orli murmured. His hands returned to Hugo's shoulders and gently, but firmly, pressed down. "You paid for this night and I'm going to see that you get your money's worth. In whatever way you wish to get it." Hugo took the unspoken command and sank to the cushions, watching bemusedly as Orli knelt in front of him. Slender, graceful hands easily divested him of his shoes and socks, and then Orli settled back on his heels. His hands rested on his thighs and his head tilted slightly as those dark eyes studied Hugo for a moment. Then he smiled and rose gracefully to his feet, disappearing into the other room. Before Hugo could wonder what he was doing, he reappeared with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands. "I'm beginning to understand what Sean meant," Hugo muttered as he watched him kneel again and pour the wine. He took the glass that was held out to him, taking a sip and watching Orli over the rim of the glass. Orli just smiled and shrugged. "What do you wish first?" Orli asked, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at odds with the subdued tone of his voice. "I think," Hugo said slowly, "Food." Orli nodded as if that was the only correct answer. He turned away briefly and Hugo leaned back on the cushions, allowing his eyes to roam over Orli's half clad frame in appreciation. This should prove to be an interesting night, he thought. He had often wondered about what a night with Orli would be like, but, knowing the younger man's open and somewhat complex relationship with Sean and Viggo, he had never let it go any farther than idle speculation. Now though...he had Orli exactly where he wanted him and he was at a complete loss as to what to do. As Orli proceeded to feed him by hand, Hugo let his thoughts wander, his eyes intent on the olive skinned vision before him. Regardless of where his mind went, though, it always returned to thoughts of Orli. And then Hugo focused on Orli's face. The younger man held a grape to his mouth, his dark eyes watching Hugo's lips avidly, his skin faintly flushed, his own mouth parted slightly. As Hugo opened his mouth to receive the small, purple fruit, he wondered if he would see a telling silk covered bulge if he let his eyes drop. Instead, he caught Orli's wrist in a loose grip just as those fingers gently pushed the grape into his mouth. Orli's eyes widened as Hugo's teeth gently nipped the tip of his finger. Then his eyes drifted shut as warm lips closed over the same finger and sucked lightly, a soft tongue swirling around the digit. Hugo watched his face as he stroked the inside of his wrist lightly, letting the first finger slip from his mouth only to replace it with another. He smiled faintly when a soft moan passed Orli's lips. "Come here," Hugo whispered, tugging gently on the captured limb. Orli complied without speaking, watching Hugo through heavy lids. He stopped between Hugo's spread thighs, an air of quiet meekness rising from his very posture. Studying him, Hugo was sure that meekness was only temporary. "What is it you wish now?" Orli asked softly. Hugo was pleased to note that he had made no attempt to free his wrist. "Kiss me," Hugo ordered. His voice was quiet, but firm. Orli leaned towards him and brushed his lips lightly across Hugo's mouth. When he started to sit back, Hugo slid a hand behind his neck and held him firmly, his fingers toying with the soft curls at the nape of his neck. "Yes, m'lord?" "I said to kiss me," Hugo said. "That was not a kiss. Now...kiss me." Orli studied him for a moment and then leaned in once more. This time there was no teasing. Warm lips covered his in a soft, exploring caress and then a tongue was tracing the seam of his mouth, seeking entrance. When Hugo parted his lips, he realized exactly what Sean had meant by hellcat. The Orli who kissed him was far different from the Orli who had greeted him when he walked into the suite. This one was aggressive, demanding, and knew exactly what he was doing. Hugo was barely aware of smooth, warm skin beneath his hands as his mouth was ravished, fingers tangling in his hair to hold his head still. Firm, heated flesh pressed against him and he vaguely wondered when his shirt had been unbuttoned. Then he didn't care as Orli shifted against him, their hips rubbing together in a way that left little doubt as to how the kiss was affecting them both. They parted with a soft gasp, both of them breathing heavily. Orli's eyes were wide as he stared at Hugo, but he made no move to pull away from the older man. Instead, he remained as he was, leaning against his chest with Hugo's arms around him. "Wow," Orli whispered and Hugo nodded, letting his hands drift down to settle on Orli's slim hips. "Yeah," he said, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on the bare skin above the black silk. His next words were hesitant. "Orli, what about Vig--" "They know what to expect," Orli broke in smoothly. "And I know what to expect from them. They won't be jealous and they won't be mad." "Are you sure?" Hugo asked, still a trifle uncertain. Orli nodded and grinned slowly. "Positive," he murmured. "In fact, they're expecting a detailed report in the morning." Hugo stared at him and laughed before Orli's mouth claimed his again. As he sat up, tumbling the younger man to his back, he decided that it was a very good thing there were a lot of cushions on the floor. A short time later, he decided that it was an even better thing that baby oil had been invented when Orli's slick hands closed around him. And then baby oil and cushions were forgotten as tight heat enclosed him, pulling him deep inside as Orli rocked back on his hands and knees, moaning sharply, his olive skin covered with a light sheen of sweat. It was a long time before the room was quiet and they were curled around each other in the midst of all the pillows. "Well?" Viggo said, grabbing Orli's wrist and pulling him into his lap as he walked past the table. Sean leaned forward, watching them intently, his breakfast forgotten. "Well what?" Orli asked with an innocent smile. Sean snorted and sat back in his seat. Viggo just grimaced. "You know perfectly well what, you little demon," Viggo said. "What happened with Hugo?" "Oh, that," Orli said, twisting around and getting comfortable. He picked up a piece of toast and waved it in the air. "Gentlemen don't kiss and tell." "I was right!" Sean said, almost crowing in triumph. Viggo looked at him calmly and then returned his attention to the smirking man in his lap. "You're not a gentleman, Orli," Viggo said, earning himself a wounded sniff from Orli. "And neither are either of you," Orli said, glancing up as Hugo passed by. "But Hugo is." "I am what?" Hugo said, stopping and looking at them. Orli smiled. "A gentleman." "Ah, yes," Hugo said with a secretive smile. Neither Viggo nor Sean missed the wink he bestowed on Orli. "So, tell us, Hugo," Sean said, leaning forward again and grinning. "How fast did you take advantage of our little imp last night?" "Me?" Hugo blinked, feigning surprise. "I can assure you, Sean, that I most certainly did not take advantage of Orli. In fact, if I had to say, everything that happened was very mutual." He laughed softly and winked at Orli again. As he walked away, he heard Viggo and Sean questioning Orli. And Orli, much to Hugo's delight, informed them that it was none of their business and if they had wanted to know they should have bought him themselves. Hugo chuckled and shook his head, wondering how long it would take before they got their detailed report.
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