Title: "Don't Tell Me" Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen Rating: R Summary: Viggo doesn't want to hear it. Disclaimer: I'm sure the Fellowship all love each other. But probably not like this. Notes: Short, not so sweet. Blame Madonna. As always, thanks to Cyndi for the beta. "Tell me love isn't true It's just something that we do -- Madonna The words tumbled out before Orlando could stop them, spilled out as he lay there, shuddering, gasping in the aftermath of another truly spectacular orgasm. "I love you." Viggo stiffened slightly, then pulled out and rolled to the other side of the bed. Strange to feel so cold while still in post-coital bliss, Orlando thought. "I'm sorry," Viggo said, voice huskier than normal in the dark. "I don't..." "Shh." Orlando rolled over, climbed on top of Viggo, put a finger to still swollen lips. "Don't tell me you don't love me. I already know you don't." Viggo stroked Orlando's hair almost reflexively, unhurried and languid. "That wasn't what I was going to say." "So what were you going to tell me, then?" Orlando stretched, aligned their bodies more closely together. He wanted -- again, always, he wanted. But he would have this small moment first; he'd clear the air so there would be no more secrets. Honesty was as important to him as breathing. "That I didn't know what to say, actually." "I don't need to you say anything. Like I said, I already know you don't. So, don't feel guilty about it." Another long moment of silence. Orlando wished the light was on so he could see Viggo's face. Then, thought it was probably best that he not. The dark could conceal many things, could liberate and hide with total equality. Viggo ran a hand down to Orlando's shoulder, the touch turning, changing. Now Viggo sought to arouse. "Then why...?" "Tell you? 'Cause I do." Orlando arched into Viggo's caress, into the hand now moving so slowly down his back. He tried to explain while he still could, before need overtook them both again. "I expected you would break my heart, Viggo. I want it. If you haven't gotten your heart broken at least once by 25, you haven't really lived, now, have you?" "So loving me is a life experience, is that it?" Viggo's chest rumbled, vibrated delightfully on Orlando's sensitive skin, while his hands moved back up Orlando's back, across his arms, to his chest. Such lovely hands. Orlando could never get enough of the feel of them on him. "Yes and no," Orlando replied. "I do love you. But I'm not stupid, I'm not that young or naïve, no matter what you choose to think." He stroked Viggo's cheek, the touch poignant. "So I love you knowing you don't love me and that's fine. Just promise me one thing?" "What's that?" Viggo's hands were already on Orlando's neck, pulling him down to his waiting lips. Orlando lowered his head until just a tiny fraction of an inch separated their lips. "Don't tell me to stop." "I won't." If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!