Author's Name: Lostiawen
Fic Title: Boundaries (5/?)
Email: changeling@planetx.org
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Website: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling/index.html

Genre: RPS
Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Viggorously.  
All others please ask.

Summary: Subbing for the very first time.

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, a dash of angst,
fluff.

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

And happy b-day, Viggo!  This fic was deliberately
delayed a bit, in order to celebrate the occasion!

Posted Oct. 20, 2003

*****

Peter has the worst timing in the world.

Honestly.  Tonight is the night I'm going to sub for Orli, and
he decides to schedule a cast dinner.  Oh well, at least Orli
and I get to sit next to each other.

Unfortunately, he can't do his usual and sneak in a few
gropes because Sean is sitting on my other side, but
that's fine, because I'm doing an excellent job of frustrating
myself.  Images keep shooting through my mind of the
hard fucking Orli gave me last week, and how absolutely
sinful he looked.

The two of us must look obvious, because Sean comments,
"God, what is it with you two?  You're practically 
vibrating in your seats."

Orli's about to open his mouth when Sean says, "Never mind...
I don't really want to know."

"Are you sure?" Orli says huskily while doing an overexaggerated lip-lick.
I know he meant it as a joke, but I have to shift my napkin
to cover my sudden hard-on.  Damn him.

Sean laughs and says, "Oi, none of that, I want to be able
to enjoy my meal."  He starts sipping his water and
I see a wicked glint in Orli's eyes.

"So I guess me and Vig shagging on the table will
put you off, yeah?" he says casually, causing an
explosive spray from Sean.

I chuckle while Sean curses up a storm.  At least
my cock is behaving and has settled down.

I lean over and whisper into Orli's ear, "You're 
incredibly evil, you know that?"  

Orli purrs silkily, "You'll get to find out how
naughty I am when we get back home.  I have a very 
special night planned for you.  And you'll be
on your knees for most of it."

Goddamn.  I think my dick just slammed so hard
upward that the glasses on the table jumped.
Yeah, he's pure, distilled evil, and I love
every bit of it.

****

Dinner took forever.  At least Orli stopped
teasing Sean.  Something about Bean
ordering a steak discouraged the little imp from
trying anything more, but I don't exactly blame him. 
It's really *not* good to provoke someone while they
have a long, sharp knife in their hand.

This time, I let Orli drive us home.  I'm too fired
up to care that he's driving like a complete
maniac.  Fuck, I don't care about anything
except getting into his house and getting naked.

Strangely enough, when we pull up, Orli's
the slower one inside.  I'm practically
exploding by the time he comes in and locks
the door.

He says quietly, "Vig, before we start, I want
to set a hard and fast ground rule.  No mixing
work and play.  If you're going to sub for me,
I want it to be strictly during off hours.  
That means no monkey business on the set.  Is that clear?"

I nod.  "Good," Orli says, his voice lowering
to a throaty growl, "Strip and kneel at
my feet."  I comply as quickly as I can, which
is difficult because I'm shaking and hopelessly aroused.

"Stay there.  I'm going to get the present I mentioned last
week." He disappears into the bedroom and comes
back with a small, flat box.  Hmm, I haven't
seen it before.  He must have snuck it in while
I was at sword practice.

"This is for you," he says. "I had it custom made."

He opens the box, revealing a collar made up of
slim metal links.  The lightweight metal is a beautiful, 
deep metallic blue; a small, silver, antique-style
lock is holding the entire thing closed, and a pair of
keys laid out right beside the collar completes the picture.  

"Orli, it's wonderful," I breathe.

"It's niobium," he replies.  "And I picked that shade of blue
because it looks simply fantastic with your eyes."

"Thank you."

He kisses me briefly before he reaches into the box
to pick up a key.  He opens the lock and unhooks one
end from the collar.  

"Lower your head," he commands.  I meekly comply, letting him 
put it around my neck.  As I feel the cool metal touch my skin,
I start feeling more vulnerable.  I can't believe how easily 
I'm falling into this.

While Orli's hooking the lock in the back, he says,
"Now, Vig, because you have a tendency to lose yourself
in your roles, I want to let you know that this collar
signals the beginning and end of a play session.
I'll put it on when we're ready to start, and remove
it when we're done.  Does that make sense?"  

"Yes."

He continues, "I'm going to put one copy of the key 
in our nightstand, and the other one will be hanging on 
the ring in the dining room."

I know what Orli's talking about.  He has a small hook
mounted right next to the fridge and there's always an empty
keyring on it.  He's never told me what it was for
before now.  I always assumed car keys.  Shows
you what I know.

"Is everything clear?"  

"Yes," I reply quietly.

"Good," he says, clicking the lock shut.  As soon as he closes 
it, I feel a thrill surging through my body as I realize that 
whatever happens to me next is completely in his hands.

Orli adds, "And one other thing, while we're playing, I want 
you to call me 'Orlando'."

"Yes, sir, Master Chief," I say, seeing if my smart-ass remark 
will merit a long cock teasing.

Orli glares at me and says, "We're definitely going to
have to work on that cheek of yours..." I shiver, 
wondering if he's going to torture me as deliciously
as he did last time.  "...So mix me a nightcap
while I'm grabbing my gear."

Huh?  That's punishment?  "Um, what do you want?"

"A shot of Oban on the rocks with water," Orli says before he
disappears into the bedroom.

Shrugging, I grab the bottle out of Orli's cabinet
and mix up his drink.  He's pretty fussy about how
much water I should put in, so I eyeball it
carefully.

After I have his drink mixed, I bring it out to the living
room and rest it on the table.  He comes out with the leather
wrist cuffs, two lengths of slim chain, lube, and not a stitch
of clothing on.  Each chain has a clip at both ends, and my cock
immediately starts throbbing at the idea that he's going
to tie me up again.  Shit, who needs Viagra when you've
got a naked Orli in front of you with cuffs and chains?

"Kneel in front of the couch," he commands, "and rest your
head on the cushions."  

I "assume the position," waiting for Orli's next move.
I hear him putting the lube on the coffee table.

"Cross your arms behind your back," he barks.  As soon as
I do so, he fastens the cuffs around my wrists.  God, the
anticipation is killing me.  He clips a chain to a 
cuff, and then loops the free end around a couch leg, fastening it in 
place by using the other clip.  He repeats the
process on my other wrist, and he pauses briefly, I assume
to admire his handiwork.

I test my bonds as usual, and I whimper when I find out that
I have no slack whatsoever.

Orli runs a hand lightly down my lower spine.  "Very nice," he coos.

He leans over and begins sucking on the back of my neck, turning
my knees to water.  I start squirming and Orli says firmly, "Hold
still."

I obey him, and he continues to lick and nibble his way down
the exposed parts of my back.  It takes every single ounce 
of control to not move, which of course intensifies every little
touch of his hot, wet tongue and the brush of his soft lips.
By the time Orli reaches the cleft of my ass, I'm a quivering wreck.
He could probably blow lightly on my skin at this point 
and make my cock ache.

"Very good," he purrs in that come-fuck-me voice of his, running
his fingers lightly over my tingling skin. "So you'll continue 
to behave?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Good," Orli says, before I feel something fucking *cold* 
dropped onto my lower back.  He must have grabbed the ice
out of the glass of scotch.

"Shit!" I yell, trying to not move as the ice cube melts on me.  
Oh God, I'm almost ready to shriek from the almost painful bite
shooting through my sensitized skin.  I clench my hands into tight
fists, gasping as my nerves scream from the overload.

As the last of the ice cube is melting away, Orli says, "Very good.
You can move now."

What?  Oh fuck!  What the *hell* is that!  I feel like I'm burning!
It's...oh God, it's his tongue, and fuck does it feel incredibly
good.  I think I may have just damaged the couch from rocketing
forward and yanking on my bonds.

The chains rattle from my struggles as his tongue travels 
its way down with tiny, fiery caresses.  Oh God, I'm melting...
so good...oh fuck!  Orli's licking my entrance, circling around 
until I'm about ready to rip the legs off the couch in frustration.

"Something the matter?" Orli says huskily before he teasingly swirls
his tongue.

"Orlando...God!" I moan as he continues on that maddening pattern.

"If you want something, you have to ask for it," he purrs, languidly
circling around.

I thrash against the cuffs.  "Shit...Orlando...please, fuck me with 
your tongue!"

He immediately stabs it inside, making me screech aloud.  Yes, oh God,
just what I needed...he thrusts his tongue into me as deep as he can,
keeping up a rapid pace until I'm about ready to combust.

"Look at you," he says throatily, "on your knees, arse pointed in
the air, those beautiful muscles of yours straining as I lick
you," He brushes his fingers over my entrance. "What shall 
I do with you next?  Hmmm?"

I can only make a tiny whimper in reply.  "Hungry for 
something?" Orli laughs.  

"I know what you want, Vig," he continues in that lethal purr, 
"You want me to sink my cock into your pink, glistening hole and fuck you 
until your throat is raw from screaming my name, don't you?"

Christ, I feel my cock dripping from his words.  I let out
an extremely pitiful noise.

"Beg for it," he hisses.

God.  He's killing me.  Need him *now*.  "Please Orlando...
fuck me with your big cock...oh God, please, I need it so badly."

I hear the familiar snap of the lube being opened, and I
sob in relief.  I hear him applying it to himself, 
and then he slips a couple of fingers inside, slicking
me up.  I push back on them, making small noises in my throat.

"So eager," he laughs.  He pulls his fingers out, making
me complain at the loss.  Chuckling, he positions his 
shaft at my entrance, rubbing it in teasing circles.  
Goddamnit, he's being evil and he's going to be gentle with me.

I'm about to bitch when he suddenly rams it home,
causing me to screech at the top of my lungs.  He then grabs
my hips and starts thrusting rapidly.

"You just want a good reaming, don't you?" he pants out.
"You love it when I fuck you like this."

"Yes...oh God, Orlando...don't stop!"  I feel that ache starting
in my groin again, and I lose myself in the sensation of his
hard flesh burrowing deep into me.

He suddenly jabs me hard, and I shriek.  "That's it, let me hear
how much you want this," he says.

"Orlando!" I yell, writhing frantically underneath him.
"More!"  Yes, please, more.  Make me your fucktoy, Orlando.
Make me beg and plead.

He jabs me again, hitting my prostate, and I cry out even louder.
He continues to do this, and as I suck in larger breaths,
everything suddenly snowballs.  Each screech I let out
just feeds the shocks of pleasure traveling through my
body, intensifying each hard thrust of Orli's cock,
which in turn makes me keen even louder and thrash more.

I'm soon sailing in a buzzing high, every inch of my body 
tingling and coming alive.  Forget about the strain in
my arms from struggling, forget about the fact that my
voice is going hoarse; all that matters right now is
Orli's hard flesh pounding into me repeatedly, making
lights dance in front of my eyes.

Somewhere in the distance, I'm aware of Orli's fingers 
digging into my hips to hold me in place because I'm 
writhing like an untamed animal underneath him.

His thrusts are getting ragged, so I clench my
muscles around him.  Orlando suddenly cries out,
chanting my name as he comes hard.

I keep squeezing his shaft, milking it dry.  Orli
shudders, and then pulls himself out unsteadily.
Oh God, even the slight breeze from him moving
is enough to make me moan...I need to come 
so badly, but I can't string a sentence together...

"Please," I whisper, my voice raspy from screaming.

I hear a chuckle from Orli before he unbuckles the 
cuffs and flips me over.  I moan loudly I feel him 
suck one of my balls into his mouth while he jacks
me off rapidly.  My cock has been dripping like
mad, and when Orli starts rubbing the wetness back
into the head, I just lose it.

I wail his name at the top of my voice as I buck upward
and come for what seems like an eternity.  Orli
presses down on my thighs with his weight, trying
to keep me from flying into space.  I still lift us both
off the ground as I'm convulsing, and then everything
just drains out of my body, causing me to collapse down onto the 
floor with a heavy thud.

God, those lights are very, very pretty...I feel
Orli's wet hand nudging my lips...wha?

"Clean me," he growls.

I obediently wrap my lips around each one of his
fingers and suck off all of my come.  I feel so 
wicked doing this, and another shudder passes
through my body.  

Once I've licked up the last drop, Orli captures
my lips in a toe-curling kiss.  I can barely
sit up when we part, and I feel groggy while he
retrieves the key.

"I must be losing my touch," Orli says as he
unlocks the collar, "You didn't black out this time."

"Would've done it if you hadn't brought me back," I say, 
falling onto the carpet dizzily.
Orli tries to clean us off, but I grab his
arm and pull him down to snuggle with me, bear 
hugging him firmly to me when he starts protesting.  

Mmm, yes...this is heaven: armful of warm, naked Orli,
and a seriously great high cascading through
my body.  Wow, very warm Orli...nice...

Before I know it, I've drifted off to sleep;
when I wake up, Orli's plastered against me with
his face resting on my chest.  

He looks ridiculously young and completely adorable.
His mohawk is slightly mussed, and his mouth is
slightly open.  And, of course, there's a little puddle of drool
forming on my chest.  I smile and ruffle my fingers
through his hair, planting a small kiss on the top
of his head.

Orli stirs and says sleepily, "So, was it all right, Vig?"

"Orli, you keep asking me that," I chuckle.  "Can't you
tell that I'm enjoying myself?"

Orli replies, "Jemma wasn't too keen on it at all.
But it's partly my fault.  I was afraid to tell her because I 
thought I'd drive her away." He looks at me, and his 
chocolate brown eyes are deep pools of pain.  Oh Lord.

I cuddle him closer.  "Orli, what happened?"

"She found out after I had settled down here.  I accidentally
left some of my gear out and I forgot to put it
away when she flew in for a visit.  She looked
a bit put off at first, but then she told me that she
was okay with me being into it, as long as I realized
that it wasn't her thing."

His body is starting to shake and I hold him closer,
"And she really was okay with it.  That is, until we had 
our last fight.  She really tore into me, telling me that 
she should have figured that I would hurt her feelings,
seeing as how a pervy kink is incapable of doing
anything normal."

"Jesus." Orli's never told me all of the details of
their last fight, and now I wish that I could have
been there to help somehow.

Orli says, "That was the mildest thing out of her rant.  
Not that I was any better.  It got ugly, Vig.  We had
so many other problems with each other that everything
just boiled to the surface all at once, and we tried
to cause as much emotional damage to each other as possible
in one fight.  Maybe she's right about me," he says with disgust.

"Orli, listen to me.  The two of you weren't getting along,
so it's natural to say things that you'd regret later."

He shudders and whimpers in my arms.  I bury
my nose in his hair and kiss the top of his head
until he calms down.

I tilt his head back so that he can look into my eyes.  "Orli, 
I'm not trying to lead you on, baby.  Please believe me when 
I say that I loved every bit of it?"

He studies me carefully and then he whispers, "I believe you, Vig."
I can see the love brimming over in the depths of his gaze.
"I believe you."

I grin, "Then can we do it again tomorrow?"

Orli sighs.  "Great.  Has anyone every told you that it's
rude to be a pushy bottom?"

"They don't exactly teach BDSM etiquette in school," I say
dryly.

Orli groans and rolls his eyes.  "I ought to punish you for that remark, you
smart arse."

I smile slyly, "And I'm looking forward to it."

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end part 5