Made For Me

Posted: February 2003
Title: Made For Me
Series: Manmade
Sequel to: The Gift
Author: Alex
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS
Characters: Orlando Bloom and David Wenham
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction set in a rather AU future. I don't know these men and make no profit from this. It is parody of real life.
Beta: Mayetra
Timeline: Some in the not so distant future... or maybe not.
Author's Note: This is a continuation of a world I created for Halloween. I have come to love them. The whole thing will make much more sense if you read these two stories first.

Summary: Love is in the air.

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"But I don't understand. Why are there so many 'holidays' that people buy things for each other?" Life was so confusing for Orlando outside the institute sometimes.

"Well, I think most of them are so stores can sell gifts and cards. But Valentine's Day celebrates love." Dave explained as they stood at the sink, Orlando washing dishes and David drying them.

"What do people buy each other?" Orlando hated it when he knew he didn't have enough money to buy things for David. David always said that love was enough, but so far, he hadn't been very good at that either.

"Candy, cards, flowers. I though we would make a special dinner or go to the movies." David smiled and kissed his cheek. "Would you like that?"

Orlando stopped with the dishes and threw his wet arms and hands around David's neck. "You're so good to me." He meant it too. In his short odd life, David was the only one who understood.

**

This Valentine's Day thing worried Orlando. He still felt so strange sometimes, like people could see that he wasn't one of them, or that they could smell the scent of death and decay on him. He had a better job now since David had gotten him a name. He worked in a restaurant waiting tables instead of cleaning them, and he was able to buy more things for their little apartment. He even bought most of the food now. But his money still didn't go far and there was little extra.

He also worried that David would get tired of his childishness and make him leave. He and David slept in the same bed every night. They hugged and kissed, but he had not been able to go any farther than that. David had never pressed or pushed, had not even asked.

But Orlando had heard him and felt the bed rocking slightly in the middle of the night, heard the soft sigh just before David would get up and go to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Orlando wanted to do more. He ached to give himself to David. But he still felt so cold that he feared he would be asking David to make love to a body as icy and dead as the corpses from which he was made.

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Orlando worked on Valentine's Day. He went shopping before work and bought David a new video game for this PS2 and a box of chocolates. He decided that he could eat leftovers at work this week.

The evening was very busy with couples celebrating their relationships. Orlando watched them, all dressed up and smiling and in love. He felt happy for them and a little sorry for himself and really sorry for David, being saddled with someone who couldn't be anything close to normal.

David was waiting to take him to the movies when he got home. They would eat when they got back, maybe stop and get a pizza. Orlando seemed to never get enough pizza. They went to an old theater downtown that ran bargain shows, and they sat up in the balcony all by themselves. The movie was an old comedy from the seventies that they both loved and watched on David's DVD player at home. They sat and mouthed all the words, giggling like two children.

Sometime in the second half of the movie, David reached for Orlando's hand and held it. After a little while, David pulled him closer and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Orlando was watching the movie and didn't pay much attention. The blond reached over and cupped his chin, turning his head toward him. He kissed him, a long, deep kiss, the kind that they had never shared before.

Orlando felt things he had not felt before. Excitement ran through him, making his skin feel warm and flushed. His heart was beating hard, almost as if he was frightened, but he wasn't. And he was hard. He hadn't felt a lot of sexual excitement before. That had changed. Desire, hot and intense, ran through him.

David paused in the kiss, so they both could breathe.

Orlando kissed him back. He slipped his tongue into the velvety softness of David's mouth and was greeted by the blond's tongue, stroking and touching his own tongue. He explored, touching teeth and the slick roof of David's mouth.

When David's hand slid down his chest, Orlando stopped moving. He felt a moment of panic. He still wasn't sure he could let David touch him.

"Please," David whispered. "Let me show you how good it can feel."

"I want you to touch me, but I'm scared, David."

"If I do something that makes you nervous or scared, tell me and I'll stop. I love you too much to ever hurt you, Orlando."

They slipped out of the theater and walked the few blocks home, stopping occasionally to kiss like children who had just discovered kissing. Orlando ran his hands over David's shoulders, feeling the strength beneath the skin. He loved that strength. He loved David. With all his heart.

The house was dark and they didn't bother with the lights. They went straight to David's little bedroom. David began to undress Orlando, kissing him gently over and over as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. Warm hands ran over his skin as soft lips touched his. David spoke sweet soothing words as his hands worked the belt and buttons that kept Orlando's trousers up. He slipped the soft, worn denim down over the scared young man's hips, leaving his boxers in place for now.

Orli knew he was shaking. He slipped his clogs off as David slipped the jeans off completely. He stood shivering in the cool air of the bedroom. He couldn't have said if the shivering was from the cold or from his fear, a fear that David would see him for what he knew he really was and turn away.

He watched David as he began to remove his own clothes. He could see David's pale skin in the dim light from the street as it shone in the curtainless window. He reached a hand out and touched David's skin. It was warm and smooth. David slipped out of his jeans, and Orlando blushed as he realized that David was completely naked, his arousal standing proudly up against his belly.

David stepped close, pulling him into his embrace. Orlando felt damp drops of pre-come against his leg. He shivered again as they kissed, then again as he felt the other man's hands slip underneath his boxers in the back and cup his bottom. His own erection was heavy and hot inside the loose underwear. He pressed himself against David, his cloth covered penis rubbing against David's naked one. He felt so oddly breathless and found that he wanted his naked skin to touch David's, wanted it badly enough to remove the boxers.

He stepped back a step and slipped the offending clothing down over his hips, stepping out of them and gently kicking them to the side. He moved back into David's arms, giving a quiet gasp as his naked skin touched the other man's skin.

David eased him back toward the bed and sat him on the edge. He knelt down in front of Orlando. He kissed him again. Then he began to kiss Orlando's body. Gentle kisses rained down on his neck and shoulders. His heart was beating so hard, he was afraid it would jump right out of his chest. He made a sound when David sucked a nipple. He hadn't even known that it would feel so good. He was crying a little by the time David licked the drops of precome from the head of his cock.

"Do you want me to stop, love?" David asked in a voice low with need and concern.

"Please, no. It's just that I've never felt anything so, well, so wonderful."

David licked him slowly and gently until he was wet and slick then he took him inside his mouth. He felt like his whole existence was dependent on what David did to him with his tongue. David was the first person who had ever done this to him. He'd been groped and played with by people at the institute, but no one had ever pleasured him and Dr. Franks wouldn't allow even him to actually have normal sex. He had even given him drugs to keep him from being able to have sex at times.

David paused and smiled up at Orlando, then he flicked his tongue over the little vee under the head of Orlando's cock, and swirling his tongue around the silky head. By the time he had taken all of him into his mouth a second time, Orlando was shivering and moaning. By the time David had taken him into his throat, Orlando was begging him never to stop what he was doing. Then he was coming, arching his back and shooting his semen into David's mouth. He wondered if he tasted dead, but then the pleasure was so intense that he didn't think anything at all for a minute or two.

He was crying hard by the time David stood in front of him and stepped close enough that Orlando could put his arms around David's waist and hold him.

"It's okay, baby, it's all right," whispered over and over he soothed Orlando. It was hard to think. He had never felt anything like that before. David's mouth had been so warm, so tight as he sucked. He loved David so much.

"How can I please you?"

"Let's lay on the bed."

As they lay side by side, Orlando was nervous again. He wasn't sure what David wanted, and he was scared that he wouldn't please him. David turned him onto his belly and began to kiss his body. He shivered as David's tongue traced that hateful scar on his back, making it feel beautiful instead of ugly. He kissed his way up to tender ears, whispering to Orlando how much he loved him. Finally he turned Orlando over to face him and took his mouth in a kiss that drove thought and fear away for now.

David took the other man's hand in his own and slid it down his belly. He placed it around his erection. He thrust slowly into Orlando's hand as he continued his kissing assault. He moaned as the hand began to move, to stroke tentatively at first then more confidently.

"I love you," he breathed as he came in Orlando's hand, kissing him again and again. "You were made for me, Orlando."

They lay there quietly for a while, then moved to the shower to clean the sticky evidence of their love off of their bodies. After not much bathing and a lot of kissing and touching, they returned to the bed where David was finally able to make Orlando his completely.

Later, much later, as a tired and happy Orlando lay with his head on David's shoulder, he had no doubts at all that they were made for each other.

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THE END

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