Author's Name: Lostiawen
Fic Title: Boundaries (4/?)
Email: changeling@planetx.org
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Website: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling/index.html

Genre: RPS
Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, Lirimaer, Viggorously.  All others please ask.

Summary: Taking the next step...

Feedback: Yes, please.

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction, none of
this really happened.  The author is not associated
with or is implying anything about the sexual
preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.

Warnings : this is for the whole series - BDSM, harsh
language, toy use, extreme kink (specifics will be
posted per chapter)

Warnings this chapter : bondage, coarse language, mention
(but *no* details) of watersports, enemas, blood and scat play.

Author's notes : Many, many thanks to Elizabeth, my
lovely co-conspirator on "Rewarded".  *Mwah* babe, 
for your support, encouragement, and your extensive help!

Oh, and just because I mentioned certain squicky practices
does *not* mean that I intend to use them in this
series.  They're in there solely to make a certain
section more realistic.  

Posted Oct. 6, 2003.

***

God, what a long day.  It's not even lunchtime
and I want to go home.  Of course, that's probably
because I can't wait for Orli to tie me up and
fuck himself on my cock.

I can't believe how hot that was: just watching
him abandon himself while all I could do was lie
there and take it.  He looked so decadent, his
head thrown back, cheeks flushed, that look of sheer
lust in his eyes...

Crap, I'd better stop thinking about it because I'm starting to
get a painful hard-on under my costume.  I don't
think Peter will tolerate me blowing my lines again.

I sip at my coffee and grin as Orli flops down into
the chair beside mine.  He pats my head.

"Happy?"

"Yeah," I say.  "And impatient.  I want to get home."

Orli grins.  "I still can't believe that you didn't
get anything out of it the first time you got tied
up.  Did you get pinched or something?"

"No, Exene and I didn't really get along."

"What?"

"Orli, I married her because I knocked her up.
It would have been just a casual relationship,
but we had an accident, and I couldn't leave her
pregnant with Henry."

"Oh."  He looks a bit hesitant, as if he's not
sure what to say to that.

No one's looking in our direction, so I lean
over to thoroughly kiss him.  Mmm, coffee definitely
tastes better when it's from Orli's mouth.  He lets out
a small moan and he's panting when
I pull away.  "Don't worry about it," I say, touching
my forehead to his. "I love *you*, and that's
all that matters."

"I love you, too, Viggo," he breathes.

Peter's barking orders out, so I kiss him lightly
on the nose.  "Back to the grindstone."

He nods and gives me a hug before he slips back
into Legolas mode.  "Shall we?" he says in Legolas'
voice, holding out his hand.

"Aye," I reply.  Time to concentrate on Middle
Earth now.

***

I don't think I've ever torn out of make-up that fast,
but I just can't wait to get home.  Fortunately,
Orli is just as fired up as I am, and he's out
in record time.

I still don't trust him to drive, though, so
I make sure that we take my car back.  
I'm having trouble getting the door open
though, because a certain elf has decided
to grind up against my ass.

I curse as the keys drop from my fingers.
Unfortunately, as I bend over, Orli drapes
himself over my back and presses against me
even more.

"You know, you're not making this any easier," I
growl.  He rubs himself against me again, and I bite back a moan as
I feel his hard cock sliding along the cleft of my ass.

"Can't help myself.  You've got such a sexy arse."
Oh shit, he's using that voice again.  My knees
instantly turn to water, and I forget about everything
except the sensation of Orli rubbing against me.

Orli nibbles the back of my neck, pretty much destroying
the last of my brain cells.  "Mmm, much as I love this,
old man, we should get inside," he purrs, "I think our
neighbors have seen enough."  When he notices
that I'm not moving, he grabs the keys and pulls
off of me.

"Damnit," I mutter when I feel his warmth leaving me.  
I'm a bit wobbly as I straighten up and Orli briefly
shakes his ass before he disappears inside.

"Someone's being a slowpoke!" he calls back.  Tease.  
I rush in and tackle him.

We wrestle on the ground a bit and I start tickling
him.  "So, are you going to stop being a smart
ass and tie me the fuck up, or do I keep doing this
until you can't breathe?" I say, digging into his ribs with my fingers.

He dissolves into giggles and chokes out, "Okay, I give!"
When I let him up, he pouts, "You're awfully bossy."

"That's because you're a girly elf," I say, grinning.

"Fine," he grumbles, "Could you check on our lube supply while I
pull out the cuffs?"

"Sure."  I turn my back on Orli, and that proves to be
a mistake.  I'm suddenly tackled and I land face-first onto
the floor, with Orli using his full weight to pin me
down.  "Someone needs a lesson," he snarls in my ear.

Oh holy hell, I suddenly become rock hard at the
sound of his voice.  He's nipping and licking my
ear, working his way down to the sensitive back of
my neck.

"No being tied up until you ask me nicely," he purrs, gyrating
his hips against my butt.  Shit, well, if I had any coherent
thoughts, they've just evaporated.

"Please, Orli..." I moan.

"Please what?" he says, rocking forward and rubbing 
his hard erection against me. I feel a bolt of 
lust shooting straight to my cock.

"Please tie me up," I say breathily.

"Better," he says.  He rolls to the side. "I
think you've been a bit too cheeky, so why don't you
give me a bit of a show?"

"Um, okay."  I don't consider myself to be graceful, so I
feel a bit ridiculous as I grab the edge of my t-shirt and 
slowly pull it up.  However, I keep looking at Orli's face
while I'm doing it, and the hungry look in his eyes makes
me feel a little bolder.

I pop the button on my jeans and unzip the fly.  Working
my hand underneath my briefs, I start stroking my aching cock.
God, that feels good...

Orli suddenly launches himself at me, kissing me fiercely.
I have to stifle a moan as he stabs his tongue deep into
my mouth, stealing my breath away.

I'm still feeling dizzy from his kiss when he descends lower
to suck on my neck.  I arch against him as he removes my
shoes and socks and wrestles the last of my clothes off.

"Onto the bed with you," he says huskily, that voice
making my cock twitch in anticipation.

I eagerly comply, aching so much that I'm surprised
that I can keep my balance.  However, the prospect of
trying to explain a bed-related injury to Peter keeps
me stable.

Orli strips all of his clothes off as I flop down onto the bed 
into a spread-eagled position.  He buckles my wrists in
quickly and then inverts himself.  As he's strapping my 
ankles in, he gives me a pretty good view of his naked ass;
making me leak as I watch those round cheeks bob up and
down.

Orli scoots up and sits on my chest.  He puts an
extra pillow under my head and says throatily,
"I'm still feeling insulted from that 'girly elf' remark.
I think I deserve a good cock sucking, yeah?"
He nudges himself against my lips.

I snake my tongue out and start lapping at the moisture
beading on the end of his shaft.  He moans softly and
edges slightly forward, making it easily for me to
take the head of it into my mouth.

I wrap my tongue around the ridge and suck eagerly.
I see his fingers digging into the headboard, so I
start bobbing my head up and down, lavishing as
much attention as I can with my tongue.

"Fuck, Viggo..." Orli groans, his body tensing
and quivering.  Too tense.  And as undeniably good as this
is, there's just something...missing.  I look at Orli.  His
eyes are glazing over and that beautiful face of his looks
strained.  Puzzled, I look into the brown depths and I shudder 
as I see the feral glint there.  He's holding back, for my
sake.

I pull my lips off his cock and I breathe, "Orli...I want
you to fuck my mouth."

His eyes twinkle, but he still says, "Are you sure?"

"Very sure.  And don't worry about me, I won't
break."  His eyes darken further as I say this.

"See if you can knock on the headboard, then."  No problem,
I can easily rap it with my knuckles.

"Now, Vig, if you feel uncomfortable, knock twice and I'll
stop, got that?"  I nod.  "Good," he growls, "because I
won't be satisfied until I'm buried deep your throat."

I shiver as his voice caresses my ears, and I open obediently
when he nudges his cock against my lips.  I'm glad he gave
me warning, because he slides his full length in, not stopping until
my nose is buried in his pubic hair.

Holy fucking shit, this is incredible.  Orli whimpers loudly, 
and I feel a thrill shooting through my entire body as I
watch him quivering.  Wanting to make him lose control, I swirl 
my tongue over his throbbing erection, sucking as hard as I can.  
He gasps and begins rocking his hips, causing me to moan shamelessly. 

"That's it," he purrs, "you love it when I do this, don't you?
You look so hot there, helpless to do anything while I fuck
you however I please..."

Oh God...yes...the idea of Orli just *using* my body turns me 
completely weak inside.  I made a small noise, and the
vibrations travel up his cock.

"Oh, that's good...I love fucking that pretty mouth of yours,
Viggo," he says as he plunges in.  "Love watching my cock
disappear between those full lips."  I start using a generous
amount of tongue, and Orli's thrusts speed up.

Shit...I love this, but I want to give him more.  I want to
offer him more, and I can see that he's still restraining
his urges.  I knock twice on the headboard and
Orli immediately pops his cock out, looking worried.

I'd better make this fast, so that there won't be any
misunderstanding..."Orli, it's all right.  I just wanted
you to stop because I want you to fuck me..." Shit, work
voice, work!  "...and I don't want you to hold back anymore."

His eyes glitter with that look, making me shiver.  "I
won't be gentle," he says throatily, making my stomach 
do flip-flops.

"I don't want you to," I purr.

"Just in case..." he says as he unbuckles my ankles. 
"Knock on the headboard if I get too rough."

As he grabs the lube and slicks himself up, I say, "Orli, 
I'm not made of china."  I gasp as he works a slippery
finger into me, but he pulls it out quickly.

He pulls my legs onto his shoulders and positions 
himself carefully.  "Last chance, Vig," he says.

"Just hurry up and...FUCK!" I scream as he suddenly plunges in.
He doesn't allow me any time to adjust before he starts pumping
into me.

"None of that out of you, Vig," he says roughly, "Just take
my cock...I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going
to have trouble walking..." Oh God, I dig my nails into my
palms until I draw blood...I've never been taken like this before
...and I want more.

I cry out and Orli says, "So hungry for my cock.  Scream
for me again, Viggo."  He jabs me hard, causing me
to keen. 

"You're shameless," he purrs.  "I bet if I asked you to, you'd 
spread your legs for me on the set in front of everyone."

"Yes," I breathe.  I feel so vulnerable now, and I just 
want him to do whatever he wants with me.  He thrusts into 
me again, slamming into me so hard that I almost bang 
into the headboard.  My synapses fry, and I can't 
think about anything now except 
his shaft relentlessly driving into me.

"God, your arse is so hot and tight," he moans, "I just
want to bend you over a table and watch my cock disappear
between your cheeks as I fuck you senseless."  I
make a small noise in my throat and he plunges brutally
into me, making me shriek in pleasure.

"Yes!" I cry out, never wanting this to end.  I look
at Orli's face, quivering as I see the untamed lust
blazing in his eyes.

He keeps up the rapid pace, and obscenities are now
tumbling from my lips as I'm thrashing underneath him.
Orli's cheeks are completely flushed and he leans in
to bite my neck savagely, sucking hard.  His thrusts
are getting ragged now, and I squeeze my muscles
around him, knowing that he's close.

He gives me a final hard thrust and shudders.  "VIGGO!"
he yells, and I feel him splash deep inside, making me
quiver.  He collapses over me, and I feel like
I'm going to explode because I haven't come yet.  My 
poor cock is throbbing from neglect, but Orli has 
propped himself up on his arms; keeping his
body away from mine, and preventing me from
rubbing against him so that I can get off.

He pants for a few minutes and then he shakily pulls
himself up.  There's a puddle of pre-come on my stomach,
and he dips his fingers in it before circling a finger
around the base of my cock.

"Poor Viggo, you're practically blue now, aren't you?"
he purrs.  All that comes out of my throat is an
odd choked noise.

"I know you want to come," he says huskily, " And I want 
to hear you beg me for it."  He runs his damp finger along 
the vein on the underside, making my whole body convulse.
Fuck, he's killing me.

"Orli, please!  Make me come, please, oh God...I want
it so badly...I'll do anything...just don't leave me like
this!"  I say desperately, needing him to finish me
off.

He flicks his tongue over the head of my cock before
he swallows me in one gulp.  Shit, so hot and wet...
He sucks hard and I slam upward, arching off the bed
and chanting his name loudly, feeling like the top of my 
head is blowing off.

I must have had another blackout, because when I finally drift
back down, I'm out of the restraints and I've been cleaned up.  
I feel a dull throb in my ass and I can tell that I'm going to
be sore tomorrow.

He's watching my face carefully, and I reach up to cup
his cheek in my hand.  "That was wonderful," I say,
stroking my thumb over the smooth skin.

"So, um, I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks.  I grin at him.
He's so considerate.

"A skinny little thing like you?  Never."

He snorts. "Skinny, my arse.  My cock is anything *but* skinny." 
We laugh together, because he actually does sport quite an
impressive thickness.  

When we finally stop laughing, he says, "Uh, so, was it 
okay?  Did you like it?"

I pull him down for a kiss.  "I loved it.  And I don't care
that I won't be able to sit down tomorrow."

He brushes the hair out of my eyes.  "Good, because I really 
don't want to hurt you, love."

We cuddle for a bit, and I just feel the same buzz I get
after I've had a successful theater performance.  I feel
a complete high, and I'm already craving another round.
I draw him closer and I say, "Orli...will you show me more?"

"How much are you willing to give me?"

I feel a thrill deep inside my body.  "Take me as far as you
can...I'm willing to give you everything."

"Are you sure?" he says. 

I hold his hand in mine.  "Orli, I've never felt this way...
I've never wanted to be *possessed* like this before.  It's almost..." 
words are failing me a bit, "it's as if this is the greatest expression
of my love for you.  To make myself completely vulnerable
and let you push my boundaries."

He leans in and kisses me deeply.  His tongue slides over
mine and I let him take control, leaving myself completely 
open to him.

When we finally part because we need to breathe, he says, "I know 
how overwhelming bottoming can get, Vig.  I'll take it slowly...but you 
have to be completely open with me, all right?   You *have* 
to talk to me, even if whatever you're fantasizing about 
sounds weird to you."

I feel confused.  "Isn't this all about your fantasies?"

He smiles.  "That's a common misconception."

He jumps out of bed and grabs a pen and paper.  "Now, 
before we do anything, I need to negotiate your limits with you."

Now I'm *really* confused.  Orli says gently, "Vig, you
may not be ready for some stuff at this point, and I don't
want there to be any misunderstanding."

"Stuff?  Like what?  I'm not into pain at all, but isn't
that it?"

Orli writes something down and says in a business-like tone, 
"No, Vig.  There's much more.  Can I leave hickeys?
And if that's okay, where can I do it?"

Okay, that seems to be a silly question, but he's
keeping a straight face.  "Um, hickeys are fine.  The
one you left at the base of my neck is okay, because my 
collar will hide it.  Anywhere lower is fine, too, as long 
as it doesn't show on camera."

"Can I use ice on you?"

"Sure."

"How about toys?"

"No problem."

"Do you have any physical condition that would prevent
me from tying you up in certain positions?"

"Uh, no."  Orli then lists off materials he could use
for bondage, various positions he can
tie me up in, and then asks me if I'm okay with everything
he's named off.  I give him an enthusiastic yes and settle down.
Well, this is easy.

"How do you feel about watersports? Blood play? Enemas?"
he says casually.  So much for easy.  I think I just turned 
green because Orli follows up with, "I'm just asking for 
completeness sake, Vig.  It doesn't mean that I'm going to do it."

"None of those sound appealing," I say, swallowing.

"What about scat play?"

Scat play???  Ugh.  "Viggo..." Orli says.

"No thanks," I say.

"All right, Vig," he says as he finishes writing.  "All 
that needs to happen now is for you to pick a safeword.
Do I need to explain it to you?"

I smile.  "No, baby.  I actually have crawled out of
my vanilla cave long enough to learn what a safeword
is."

"Okay then, pick one."

Great, my mind's a complete blank right now.  What a
time to have a brainfart...oh wait..."How about
'burrito?'"  Well, that was stupid sounding.

Orli just notes it down.  God, I'm *so* glad he's
being no-nonsense about this.  "And now I need
a 'yellow' word," he says.

"A what?"

"In case I'm doing something you like, and you don't want
me to necessarily stop it.  The 'yellow' signal tells me that
you want me to continue, but you want me to turn the 
intensity down.  So, what do you want it to be?"

"Um...ferret."  Looks like I'm the king of random words today.

Orli writes it down and says.  "All right, that's it.  Now,
none of these are absolutes.  If you want to change
something, let me know."

"Sure."  Although I don't think I'll be changing
my mind on any of this.  "So, Orli, when do we start?"

He grins.  "In about a week.  I have to do some shopping
for you, first."

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end part 4