Author's Name: Lostiawen
Fic Title: Boundaries (6/?)
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, Lirimaer.
All others please ask.

Summary: Viggo gets punished in a rather unexpected fashion.

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, snowballing, and my weird sense
of humor (please put away liquids and/or go to the bathroom first).

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

Posted Dec. 7th, 2003 ***

Ugh, what time is it?  Never mind, don't ask that, because the answer is always
"way too fucking early."   Wait...mmm, something smells good, definitely must
investigate.

I pull on a pair of sweatpants and wander into the kitchen. Orli's bustling about,
wearing only his jeans.  Okay, I changed my mind.  Getting up is definitely worth
it if I get to see a half-naked Orli in tight as sin jeans every time.

"Vig!  I was hoping you'd sleep in more so that I could serve you breakfast in
bed," he says way too cheerfully.

"I've had enough rest," I say, still not quite awake.  Fuck, where's the coffee?

"I don't know about that one," Orli says, grinning. "We stayed up pretty late last
night, especially since you wanted me to do something fancy with the ropes."

As soon as he says this, my cock immediately wakes up and decides that it wants
some attention.  I lick my lips as I remember how Orli had put me into an
intricate rope harness that crisscrossed its way down the front of my body,
forming elaborate diamond patterns.

The tent in my pants immediately draws his attention, but he says regretfully, "We
don't have time this morning to take care of that."

Damnit, Orli's right.  Work, unfortunately, has to come first.  I sit down,
shifting uncomfortably while my erection rubs against my pants while he serves up
the omelet he made.

Shit.  I can't eat like this.  Think of something else, Viggo. Anything.  A random
thought suddenly pops into my head. "Orli, I was curious about something."

"Hmm?"

"How did you ever get interested in BDSM?"  Oh, good one, Viggo.  Start out the
morning with a little bluntness.

Orli just chuckles.  "You pick the weirdest topics for breakfast conversation,
Vig." He runs his hand through his mohawk.  "But if I were to pin it down...I met
Derek while I was doing the club scene in London.  He was a great bloke: funny,
quick-witted, and completely mad.  We got along fabulously, and I wound up
sleeping with him that night."

"Did he tie you up?"

Orli shakes his head.  "Actually, we were pretty vanilla. But we were shagging on
a regular basis; so, after several months together, he asked me if he could tie me
up."

"And of course, you took it as a challenge..."

Orli's gives me a sheepish grin.  "Yeah.  You know me too well.  I had heard about
bondage, but there wasn't anyone I really trusted enough to try it with."

"Until Derek."

Orli nods.  "Anyway, I liked it so much that we did more of it, and then I found
out that he was pretty well immersed into the BDSM scene.  So, I got even more
curious, and I asked him a ton of questions.  We were probably up a pretty good
portion of the night, and when dawn broke, I asked him if I could become his sub.
He agreed, one thing led to another, and here I am now, the pervy bastard I am
today."

My eyes bug out of my head.  "You were a sub?"

"Gotta start somewhere, Vig.  Once I got the hang of it, I stopped bottoming, but
I think the experience made me a better top, yeah?"

I lean in and kiss him.  "Yeah," I whisper.


***

Shit, sitting between takes is really fucking boring.  And it doesn't help matters
that Orli keeps slinking around in those leggings.  

He gets tired of chasing the hobbits around, so he bounces over to my chair and
gives me a hearty kiss.  Of course, I immediately flashback to last night, and my
pants start strangling me.  At this rate, I'm going to have to ask Ngila to
increase the crotch room in Aragorn's costume because I've been almost perpetually
erect ever since I started subbing a couple of weeks ago.

"What's on your mind?" Orli asks playfully.  "You've got this incredibly serious
expression on your face. Did something happen?  Aragorn losing his big-arse sword
in the wash, perhaps?"  Goddamnit, why does he have to stand so close to me in
that tight costume? I start thinking about how he rammed his cock into me while I
was begging him to do more...oh shit, *that* was a bad idea.  I think my raging
erection is about to shred a few seams.

I grab Orli around the waist and purr, "We have a few minutes. We can disappear
into the Cuntebago and Pete won't miss us."

"Vig, he needs us on set," Orli protests.

I lower my eyes and my voice drops to a throaty whisper. "But Orlando, I want you
to bend me over a table and fuck me into next week.  I want to feel your hard cock
pounding into me, marking me as yours.  Please?  I need it."

I see Orli's hand gripping his bow tighter.  Damnit, I wish that tunic wasn't
covering his crotch, but I'm sure that I've made him hot and bothered now.

He says in a cold voice, "I told you that we weren't dragging this into work,
Viggo. You've been bloody pushy ever since we started playing, so I think it's
high time for a serious lesson."

My heart jumps and I squelch the urge to bear hug him. I always have an incredible
orgasm after being punished. "I'm sorry," I say quietly.  "What do you want me to
do?" My erection is throbbing in anticipation.  Use me, Orli, please.

Orli replies, "Keep your dick under control until we get home.  If you keep
talking to me like that, I'm going to leave you high and dry.  Is that clear?"

Hmm, not quite was I was expecting, but I know that means that Orli has something
very, very wicked planned for later.  It's a good thing that humans lost their
tails, because if I had one, I'd be wagging it right now.  "Yes," I say quietly.

"Good.  Now go work off that excess energy.  You're twitchier than a sodding
teenager."  And with that, he walks away, making sure to wiggle his ass as he
leaves.

I grind my teeth as I watch those tempting cheeks move.  Fortunately, Sean decides
to walk on the set at this point. Well, Orli did tell me to take care of my
frustration...

I charge at Sean and immediately tackle him as hard as I can.  He yelps before we
both hit the ground.

"You mad bastard!" Sean exclaims, struggling underneath me.

The two of us wrestle until someone in make-up yells at us to knock it off.  God,
my cock is still throbbing... and our little tussle just made it worse.  Thank God
Sean didn't notice.

Kiran has seen all of this, and he's doubling up with laughter.  I'm still peeved,
so I growl at him.  He grins at me before he dashes off, chuckling.  

Well, I'm not going to let that one rest.  I climb off of Sean and take off after
Kiran.  Fuck, he's taking advantage of his height, ducking under things that I
could never fit through.  Fine, I'm persistent.

Damn!  How much stamina does he have?  I think I've chased him around the entire
fucking set at full speed.

Peter's voice cuts through the air.  "Viggo, if you're *quite* done now, we need
Aragorn to do his line."

I immediately stop and wander back meekly.  Shit, that was embarrassing.  As I get
onto my mark, Elijah looks at me, wide-eyed.

"Is something up?" he asks helpfully.

Yeah, Elijah, my cock is, because a certain elf has decided to torture me a bit.
That's probably way too much information for him; so instead, I clear my throat
and say casually, "Just feeling a bit antsy today.  We were up late, and I think
Orli may have brewed the coffee a little too strong this morning."

"You should watch that.  I've seen Orli make coffee so thick that you could eat it
with a spoon.  And stay away from his fucking Depth Charges, they'll have you on
edge all day." I shudder as Elijah mentions Orli's specialty drink.  I still have
no idea how he can drink coffee with three shots of espresso and still live.

Just over Elijah's shoulder, I see Orli prowling around while he's getting into
character and I try not to curse my lack of crotch room again.  "He's doing a
pretty good job of that by himself," I say bleakly.

***

Finally, we can go home.  My skin's tingling on the drive back as I start
imagining what Orli has lined up for punishment.

Orli's not saying a word to me, making me twitch in anticipation.  Damn, now I
know how he feels most of the time.  Interesting that our roles in the bedroom
have become completely reversed.

Once we get to his house and close the door, Orli says, "Take off your clothes and
kneel."  Yes!  Just what I was waiting for.  I strip while he disappears into the
bedroom to fetch my collar, feeling myself become achingly erect as I settle down
on the carpet.

I'm still looking at the ground when I hear him coming back into the room.  I feel
the familiar cold kiss of the metal against my skin, and my cock begins to drip.
My mind immediately switches over and I feel myself burning with the need to
satisfy all of Orli's whims.

After the lock is in place, Orli steps back. "Now, it's time
says.

I hope I don't look too eager.  "What do you want me to do?" I whisper.

"Clean my house."

What?  I must be going deaf in my old age.  That didn't sound right.  "Excuse me?"

"Clean my house," Orli says.  "And since you've decided to question me, you'll
have to deal with the refrigerator."

I bite my lip to avoid telling Orli that he's on drugs.  As if he sensed my
unanswered protests, Orli continues, "Not all punishment is pleasant, Vig, and I'm
tired of you being pushy."

Sighing, I start pulling all the clothes and paper off of the carpet and tables.
It takes a long time to get it organized, since Orli seems to prefer to use the
floor as a storage device.  Thank God I decided at the beginning of this week to
finally deal with the cans in the bedroom: having one less thing to tidy up is
always good.  After I get everything put away, I give the rug a good vacuuming.

Now the dishes.  I've been keeping some of them clean, but Orli somehow manages to
generate stacks of them while I have my back turned.  In fact, I didn't know he
*owned* that many dishes.  If you ask me, I think they're secretly breeding.

The bathroom is actually not too gross, since Orli's mess is mostly clutter, so it
doesn't take too long to get it spotless.  I'm actually glad that I'm naked at
this point, because I'm starting to sweat a bit.

Okay, that's done.  Unfortunately, now I have to deal with the fridge.  I open the
door, dreading the fact that I'll now how to deal with the cartons and jars that
have been shoved into the back.  I've been ignoring their existence, hoping that
Orli will take care of them. Guess I'm paying for that now.

Fortunately, most of the stuff is old take-out that I can just throw away.  You
know, I've never seen food turn *that* many different colors before.  How in hell
does Orli do it?  Scratch that.  I really don't want to know.

The jars are a bit fuzzy on the inside, but the stuff can just be rinsed out;
which is good, because I'd hate to have the recycling people deal with it.

Okay, containers and jars all dealt with...fuck, he has a pot of something back
here.  Who knows how long *that's* been in there?  

I gingerly open the lid and immediately slam it back down. Shit, whatever was
growing in there was big enough to bite my face off.  If Orli ever needed an
attack dog, all he'd have to do is chain this thing out in front to scare people
away.

I rummage under the sink and thankfully find some gloves and the industrial
strength scrubber I bought a few days ago.  I somehow manage to scrape out the
stuff without losing any major limbs, wrestle it into the trash, and then scrub
the pot clean.  I then start the dishwasher, wipe down the kitchen counters, and
bleach the sink.   There. The kitchen's almost spotless, except for the floor.

After I'm done, Orli says, "Stop.  Go hop in the shower and wash up.  And no
dawdling in there."  Ah, nice of Orli to give me a break.

Mmm, shower feels good.  I finish up and towel off. When I come back into the
living room, I notice that Orli has stripped off his clothes and is sprawled out
on the couch, idly skimming his hand over his chest.  God, he's gorgeous.  

Faced with such a beautiful sight, I'm not surprised that my cock decides to stand
at attention.  However, Orli says, "You're not done yet, Vig.  You still have
mopping to do."

Oh hell.  He's really enjoying this, the sadistic bastard.  Trying not to grumble,
I grab the mop and bucket, fill the bucket full of water, and start cleaning the
linoleum.

As I'm working, I can feel Orli's eyes burning into my back.  Damnit, he's sitting
back and enjoying the view, the pervert.  And what's worse is that I'm getting
turned on by the idea.

Fuck, well, I guess I'll just go with it.  I start bending over more than usual,
making sure that Orli gets a prime view of my ass.  I hear some murmurs of
appreciation, which just makes me get unbearably hard.

By the time I'm done, Orli purrs, "Very good. Now crawl over here."

I get down onto my knees, keeping my eyes on the ground as I obey.  Once I'm by
his side, Orli reaches down and pets my head.  "You did an excellent job. I'm
going to ask you to do one more thing, and then you'll get your reward."

I try not to sigh.  Not more cleaning.  Orli points to an area of carpet between
the coffee table and a heavy chair.  "Lie down there, face up and spread eagled,
feet pointing towards the coffee table."

Now that's *much* better.  Trying not to grin, I crawl over and get into position.
Orli sits up, and I can see now that he was covering up several coils of rope.
Little imp.

He ties my wrists and ankles with the soft rope to the legs of the coffee table
and the chair, staking me out.  As he fastens the last knot, my erection starts
twitching eagerly.

Orli straddles my face and says huskily, "I'm a bit hot and bothered by your
little show.  Eat my arse, and if you do a good job, I'll let you come."

I try not to grin like an idiot as Orli lifts his hips.  However, he surprises me
by reversing his position, letting me get a great view of his beautiful, firm ass.
He lowers himself down carefully, making sure that he doesn't cut off my
breathing.

"Lick me," Orli growls.  I immediately get to work, circling my tongue around the
pink skin of his entrance.  It's a little harder than usual, because I can't use
my hands, but I quickly overcome that handicap, lapping and tasting his sweet
skin.

"Oh yeah, that's right..." Orli sighs throatily. He loves being rimmed, and I'm
determined to give him the most pleasure possible.  Lifting my head up slightly, I
stab my tongue in.

"Yes!" Orli screams.  "Tongue-fuck me." I see his hand moving down to wrap around
his cock. It's hard to refuse Orli under any circumstances, so I thrust my tongue
deep within him, listening to his moans increase steadily as I bring him towards
the brink of orgasm.  Oh God, the noises he's making...fuck, that's sexy as all
hell.

"Christ, that's so good..." Orli breathes.  I can tell from the shake in his body
that he's close, so I lean in and give his entrance the deepest stab I can muster,
twirling my tongue inside.

"Yes!" he cries out, giving his shaft a final yank.  His body quivers and he
climaxes loudly, spurting over my chest; each jet of hot liquid sends a jolt
through my body as it hits.  Damnit, I don't know if I can take much more of
this...

"Brilliant," Orli purrs, sitting up.  I protest, but he ignores it as he rolls to
one side of me.  Orli then rights himself before he crawls between my legs.  God,
I wonder what he's going to do next?

Almost as if he's reading my mind, Orli grins wolfishly at the sight of my hard
cock and blows a puff of hot air at it. While I'm whimpering, he scoops up his
come from my body and nudges his hand against my mouth.

"You know what to do," he murmurs.  I obediently wrap my lips around his wet
fingers, and start sucking on them as lasciviously as possible.

"God, you look so sexy," he purrs while the fingers from his other hand dance over
my erection. "Spread-eagled and open for me, eagerly lapping up my come like
you're starving for it."  Oh, holy fuck, that dirty talk of his is going to be the
end of me.  I struggle against my bonds, trying to get more contact.

He laughs throatily and licks the tip of my cock. "Poor Viggo...all frustrated and
nowhere to go."

I've finished cleaning him, so I tear my lips off his fingers.  "Orlando,
please...let me come..." I'm looking pitifully at him, pleading with my
eyes...God, I'm going to combust if I don't come soon...

Without any warning, Orli quickly inhales my cock, causing me to yell out a curse.
He's bracing himself on my thighs, keeping me from slamming upward as he pulls
back, pausing to lap at the skin on the underside of my erection, just under the
head.  I've been on the edge for so long that it only takes a few swirls from his
expert tongue before my orgasm rips through my body, shattering the world around
me.

I'm still floating when Orli slithers up my body and presses our lips together.  I
eagerly open for him, and he surprises me by pushing my come into my mouth.

I swallow all of it, lapping at his tongue to get every last drop.  The seal isn't
perfect, and a little bit dribbles out.  As we part, Orli swipes his tongue over
my lips and chin, cleaning me.  I let out a soft moan and he gives me a final,
tender kiss before he reaches for the knots.

He's beaming as he unties me.  After he unlocks my collar and pulls it off, he
says, "How was it?"

I wrap my arms around him.  "Well, it wasn't *quite* what I expected, but it
worked,"  I say as I kiss him gently. "I'm not going to provoke you again."

Orli looks incredibly apologetic.  "I'm sorry, Vig, but you *really* were getting
way too pushy, and it's fucking annoying to have to deal with it."  His voice
shakes a little as he says, "If you want to do this right, you have to let me to
call the shots, please?  This won't work otherwise."

Now I feel like a complete shit.  Why am I having a problem? Think, Viggo...fuck,
I know what it is.  Swallowing, I say, "I'm sorry, baby.  I'm such a control freak
that's it's difficult for me to fully let go.  I guess I still have some
insecurity issues."

He puts his hands over mine.  "You're going to have to throw them out the window
if we're going to continue. Please Vig, I need your absolute trust in order for
this to work.  Can you do that?"  He meets my eyes, and his gaze is so
heartrendingly vulnerable and open that I feel my breath stopping.

Damnit, I'm being a fucking idiot.  I told Orli that surrendering to him was an
expression of my love, and now I'm wussing out.  Come on, Viggo, he deserves
better than that.

I cup Orli's smooth cheek, stroking it tenderly with my thumb.  "Yes, I can."  I
look at him intently, baring my soul to him.  "I want to give you everything, and
I mean it this time.  Forgive me?"

He gives me one of his megawatt smiles in response. "Of course I can, you daft
cunt," he says before he kisses me soundly.  "I'm sorry for being such a fascist
about playing during work hours, but you *do* tend to lose yourself in your roles,
and I didn't want to take the chance of you mixing stuff up."  

A brief picture flashes in my mind of Aragorn crawling at Legolas' feet, making me
chuckle.  "Don't apologize, you have a valid point, and I don't want to piss Peter
off by screwing with our characters' dynamics."

He gratefully cuddles against me.  "Thanks, Vig."  

"I love your wicked, twisted mind, elf boy.  Don't ever change that."  A loud
rumble from Orli's stomach suddenly cuts off anything else I was going to say.

"Looks like I'd better start dinner."

Orli shakes his head.  "Let's order takeaway tonight. I don't want to dirty up the
kitchen after all of your hard work this afternoon."

"You're so good to me," I say, kissing him.  "Love you."

"Love you, too," he breathes.

It doesn't take us too long to order and pick up our food.  I bring the cartons
out onto the deck, and as soon as I lie back in one of the long chairs, Orli
bounces into my lap.  While I'm laughing, he rearranges himself so that he can
look out at the beach, and then he leans back against my chest, letting out a
contented sigh.

We watch the ocean rolling in while I hold him and nuzzle his mohawk.  Damn, I
still can't believe how lucky I am to have him.  As if he's sensing my thoughts,
Orli tilts his head up and kisses my lightly on the jaw, gazing at me with puppy
dog eyes and making my heart melt.  I can't deny him anything, and I make a silent
vow to fully accept his domination from this point forward. No more holding back
any longer for me.  Not ever.

---end part 6





Author's Name: Lostiawen Fic Title: Boundaries (7/?) 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, Lirimaer. All
others please ask.

Summary: Dealing with a bad workday.

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, bottle kink, exhibitionism, sap.

Author's notes: Okay, Ani's primarily to blame for this one.  A plot bunny jumped
into my head and she kept encouraging it.  Hope this is kinky enough for you,
babe.

Salix was the other party responsible, she suggested the location where the smut
takes place.

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

The smut, I'm sure, was also inspired in part from me reading "Dutch Courage" by
Vivi.  Kudos for a lovely fic!

And Happy Birthday, Orlando!  You can never have enough kink fic for your special
day. :)


Posted Jan. 13th, 2004

***

God, what a shitty day.  We're ass deep in this fake snow, it's hot as hell, and
everyone just keeps blowing their takes.  

Not that I blame them.  This fucking stuff is *everywhere*. It's in my ears, in my
eyes, in my mouth, up my nose, and I can even feel some in the crack of my butt.
One thing's for sure, I am *never* teasing Liv again when she complains about how
uncomfortable thongs are.

"Fuck, I can't even breathe," Elijah grumbles before he has a coughing fit.  I
don't make any comments because then I'll get a mouthful of snow myself, and my
throat's already dry.

I'm sweating profusely, and before I realize what I'm doing, I rub my arm over my
forehead.  Damn, I just ruined my make-up.

Joanie comes down and immediately starts touching me up.  After she leaves, I
notice that Leann is pressing cold compresses to Orli's eyes to keep them from
getting puffy.  Poor baby.  At least the rest of us can blink.

"Everyone on your marks!" Peter yells out.  I'm still amazed that he can be so
unaffected by the heat, but on the other hand, he's wearing shorts.

The dreaded fans start, and the snow whips up around us.  I try to take small
breaths so I don't inhale too much of it -- we have to look miserable for this
shot, but at this point, we're all so fried that none of us need to act.

"Action!"

I reluctantly pull my cloak around me and hug Elijah and Sean close.  Orli walks
past us, trying to look as cool as unaffected as possible.

He looks around.  "There's a fell voice...oh bugger!" he says before he starts
violently coughing and sneezing.

"Cut!"

We all groan.  I look up and Orli's eyes are watering so badly that his make-up is
running.  Oh no...They're also completely bloodshot.  I heard about this from a
friend of mine who has wears contact lenses -- if Orli doesn't pop them out soon,
he's going to get a serious eye infection, one that will probably put him out of
commission for several days.

I walk over to Peter and say, "Can I have a minute?"

"Certainly," Peter replies.

We walk over to a quiet corner.  "I'm worried about Orli," I say quietly.  "I know
he'd never mention this, but he's going to be in trouble if he doesn't get out of
those contacts ASAP."

Peter looks at Orli trying to unsuccessfully dab at the tears streaming out and he
nods.  "Glad you're looking out for him Viggo.  He'd probably keep going until he
was almost blind, otherwise."  

I let out a sigh.  I really wish Orli didn't feel like he has to constantly prove
himself.  He's very talented, and I wish he could see that.

Peter's shouting breaks me out of my woolgathering. "All right, I think we've had
enough for today. That's a wrap, let's try again tomorrow and see if we feel any
better."  As everyone lets out a cheer, Peter claps me on the shoulder.  "Take
care of the elf, Viggo."  

"Well, someone has to."

Orli trots up to me and presses his head against my chest, letting out a long sigh
of frustration.  I scratch the back of his neck and say gently, "Come on, let's
get those lenses out."

He just nods, and I wrap my arm around him and lead him off.  As soon as we get to
some place cooler, he suddenly perks up.

"Ew! You really need a shower, you filthy human," he exclaims. I think I'd be
pissed at him if he didn't crinkle his nose so adorably when he said that.

"Gee thanks," I reply.  I pretend to sniff at him. "You're not smelling so hot
yourself.  I thought elves were supposed to be pristine and devoid of sweat
glands."

Orli growls at me, but then his eyes start watering again.  He tries to rub them
and I bat his hands away. "Don't do that, you'll just make it worse."

Orli pouts, "Fuck, it itches like hell, Vig."

"I know, baby.  Just hold on until we can get to the Cuntebago."

"I'd race you, but I can't bloody see anymore," he says, sounding very annoyed.
Okay, I need to hustle him back right *now*.  

I start walking faster, steering Orli around. I breathe a sigh of relief as I see
the familiar outline.  "Just a little bit more, baby," I say.  We hurry forward
and I note, "Stairs."

Too late.  Orli stubs his toe on the metal step.  "Owwww, fuck me!"

"Are you okay?" I say, rubbing his back.  Orli grunts and starts swearing up a
storm.  Yeah, he's okay.  "Go on," I say, trying to coax him forward.  "The sooner
you get in, the sooner you can take care of yourself."

Orli eventually relents and I guide him up the stairs. As soon as we're inside, he
pops his contacts out and groans.

"God, it feels like my eyeballs are bleeding or something," he says, pressing the
heels of his hands over his eyes.

Sean comes in at this point.  "What a hell of a day," he says as he gets
undressed. Orli and I wearily pull off our costumes, too, sighing in relief once
we pull them off.

"God, I hope they can launder everything today. I'd hate to have to wear these
damn things again while they're still crusty," Orli grumbles.

Sean picks up his breeches and shakes them, scowling at the fake snow that falls
out. "Christ!  How the fuck did it get in there?"

Orli shakes his head.  "That shit's evil, I tell you.  I'm personally inclined to
dump some down Pete's knickers just so he can feel what it's like to have a salty
arse."

For some reason, that phrase is just *too* fucking funny and I collapse on the
ground, laughing.  Sean and Orli join me, and we just set each other off, cackling
until we can't breathe.

Fortunately, Sean remembers that we need to get decent before Leann and Joanie
arrive.  The three of us scramble to get into our bathrobes, and just as we finish
tying the sashes, we hear a knock at the door.

"Come in!" I call out.  Our make-up artists enter and Orli practically vaults into
his chair, eager to get de-elfed.  Knowing how frustrated he's been, Leann works
quickly, and Orli breathes a sigh of relief when he's done.  

After Joanie is done tending to Sean and myself, she and Leann pack up and bid us
goodnight.  Sean says, "I assume you two want some time alone.  I'll go use the
shower in the hobbits' trailer."

"Thanks, Sean," I say as he gets up to leave. Yup, he's exhausted, too.  I don't
hear any of his usual jabs about our PDAs.

When the door closes, I go over to Orli and wrap my arms around him.  I kiss the
top of his head and murmur, "Let's go get clean."

"Mmm, sounds good," Orli says, tipping his head up so that he can kiss my nose.

I lead him over to the shower and he giggles as we both squeeze into the tiny
cabinet.  He sighs contentedly as the hot water hits his back.

"Ahhh, much better," he purrs as I start soaping him up.

I lean in to kiss him, tasting his sweet lips.  Orli moans into my mouth and he
arches against me, pressing his slippery body close to mine.  However, just as I'm
reaching down to grab his ass, the water suddenly turns ice cold.

"Shit!"  Orli screeches.  I quickly reach for the faucet and turn it off.  The
Cuntebago's heating has always been somewhat iffy, but it's been behaving lately.
Guess it decided to screw up today just to be malicious.

"Fuck-ing A!" Orli growls.  "I *hate* it when that happens. Christ, as if this day
wasn't cocked up enough."

"Let's wait a few minutes," I say calmly.  I pull Orli to me, trying to warm up
his shivering body. After what seems long enough, I cautiously turn the faucet on,
but I keep the stream down to a trickle. Nope. No luck.  Still cold.  Damn.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to tough this out, baby.  You go first."

Orli grumbles, but he grits his teeth and finishes soaping up his body and hair
before he rinses off as quickly as possible.  After he jumps out, I keep my shower
short and come out of the cubicle, shivering my ass off.

Orli's already wrapped up in his robe and he approaches me with a towel in his
hand.  He starts briskly rubbing my skin and he says, "I have no idea how you can
stand that."

"Try standing naked under a waterfall all day trying to shoot a sex scene.  I just
learned to ignore temperatures after a while."

Orli shakes his head.  "You're completely nutters. What a day -- first the snow,
now this...God, I need a drink."

"I think we all need a drink after today."

"Hmmm, I'm too knackered to go out."

I smile.  "I'm sure the Fellowship feels the same way. Good thing we restocked our
wine cellar recently."

On cue, we hear a knock on the door.  "Oi, are you two decent?" Sean calls out.

"Give us a sec," Orli yells back.  I frown as I notice that the snow is sticking
to our underwear.  

"Guess we're going commando until we get back," I say, trying in vain to shake the
flakes out.

Orli sighs.  "Christ, what next?"

"This scene dragging out for three more days?"

Orli's eyes go wide and he presses a finger to my lips.  "Shh...Don't curse us."

Sean calls out, "I'm waiting..."

"Shit!  Sorry, man!" Orli yells back.  We get dressed quickly and he whips open
the door.

Sean says, "You *are* knackered.  I expected you to yell back that Vig was busy
shagging you or something." 

Orli shakes his head.  "Man, all I have the energy to do right now is lift a wine
glass."

Sean and Orli start chatting at this point, so I take this opportunity to visit
the wine cellar and pull out a bottle of port. Orli looks at me fondly when I
reappear.

"My hero," he says, bustling about until he can find something appropriate to
drink out of.  He lines some glasses up on the table, and I open up the bottle.
Let's see...was today so crappy that I need to pour more than a single serving?
No, no contest.  It was definitely bad enough to justify filling our glasses to
the brim.

"Fuck!  What a fucking rotten, shitty-arsed, fucked up day," Orli grumbles after
he flops down onto the couch.  "Thanks, Vig," he says as I hand him his alcohol.

Sean grabs a glass and starts sipping.  "No, really, Orli, tell me how you feel."

"Like complete shit is how I feel."  Suddenly, we're invaded by the hobbits and
the small party soon turns raucous, as always.

While Elijah's telling an incredibly raunchy story, I sit down on the couch and
snuggle up to Orli.  Oh. Shit.  He's looking at me with *that* gleam in his eye.
I wonder what he's going to cook up for me when we get home.

Shifting so that my erection isn't quite so obvious, I turn my attention back to
my drink.

***

Okay, the party went on longer than it should, and we put a big dent in our
alcohol supply, but we all needed to blow some steam off.  Besides, Orli and I got
pretty tipsy, so we needed to sober up before we started driving back home.

I'm about to clean up the empty bottles when Orli lays his hand over mine.  "I'll
take care of that. Will you be a love and wait out in the car park for me?"

Hmmm, something's up, but he's turning on the puppy dog eyes.  Damnit.

"All right," I say.  What is the little devil scheming up now?

I know he won't answer me; so I take my time wandering out to our car, content to
admire the view on the way out. God, I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing
it. Feeling inspired, I pull out my camera and start taking photos.

"Hel-lo," Orli's voice abruptly calls out from behind me. Whoops.  I turn to face
him, and his eyes are twinkling merrily as he grins at me.  

"Um, sorry," I say.  I notice the brown paper bag he's holding. "What's in there?"

He shrugs.  "Stuff.  Come on, let's go home.  I'll drive."

I nod, and we both get in the car.  That's odd, Orli isn't taking our usual route
back.  Before I can ask a question he says, "Quiet.  Not a word out of you until I
say so."  Oh holy hell, he's using *that* voice again.  

I've actually become quite comfortable bottoming for him ever since the kitchen-
cleaning incident, and although he hasn't put the collar on me this time, I'm
definitely ready for another session.  I meekly sit in my seat, feeling my cock
swell in anticipation.

Orli drives us to a fairly remote area and then pulls off the road.  He only
drives about 20 feet before he stops the car and turns off the ignition.  "Get out
and strip," he growls.

Oh shit.  My stomach flutters, but that just fuels the tingle that's now shooting
through my body.  I climb out of my seat as smoothly as I can and I wander over to
Orli's side of the car.

Keeping my eyes lowered, I slowly pull my t-shirt above my head.  There's a slight
breeze out, and it's making my skin form goose bumps.  I skim my hands over my
torso before I flick open the button of my jeans.  The idea of being caught at any
moment just builds my excitement, and my erection practically throbs in the air
after I free it from my pants.

After I kick off my jeans, Orli rolls down the window and purrs, "Come over here."

I obey meekly, and he suddenly grabs my wrists and pulls them upward.  He pulls
his belt out and uses it to tie me to the "Oh Shit!" handle on his side. 

I whimper in surprise, and Orli grins wolfishly at me.  He scrambles out of the
passenger side and takes the brown paper bag with him.  He sets it down behind me
and I hear some rustling.

"You look absolutely ravishing," he says in his deep, sinful voice.  "Muscles
rippling as you struggle out here in the open. Someone could come by, you
know...but I bet that turns you on, doesn't it?"

I choke off a cry, and my cock twitches at his words.  "I could just unzip myself
and give you a good shagging right now, and you'd love every second of it,
wouldn't you?"

Shit, damnit.  I need him now, and he knows it.  "Orlando, please..."

He says, "Yeah, you'd just spread your pretty legs for everyone to see, you
slut."  

I shiver and moan at his words.  God, he hasn't even touched me yet, and I'm
already dripping and needy.  I then hear the sounds of the corkscrew twisting and
a soft pop.  Orli's rich voice says throatily, "I have other plans, though."

I hiss as cool liquid dribbles down my back -- looks like he paid a visit to the
wine cellar before he came to get me.  Orli stops the stream with his tongue and
begins slowly licking his way up.  Oh fuck...it's so hot against my skin... I
groan loudly as he works he way up my spine, lapping and sucking with slow,
deliberate motions.  I arch up, pushing my hips backward in a silent plea for
more.

Orli laughs softly.  "You've just saved me the trouble of repositioning you."  He
pinches my ass lightly and runs his hand over it.

"Mmm, I love it when you point your arse in the air like this.  So beautiful and
firm...and it's all mine," he coos. I suddenly feel the wine trickling over the
outer edge of my hip and part of my ass.

I cry out again as his tongue swipes up the alcohol. The heat from it is almost
unbearable against my cooled skin, and I squirm as he works his way over the curve
of my hip. When he sweeps across the cheek, I almost lose it.  

"Orlando...please!" I moan out.

"Please what?" Orli says casually.

"Please...oh God!" I choke out as his tongue darts out for another lick. My
fingernails dig into my palms as I try to make my brain work. "Please...fuck me."

Orli backs away.  "All right," he says.  What?  It couldn't have been that easy,
could it?

I hear a rustling from the paper bag again.  "Look over here, Vig," he says.

I turn my head, and Orli is grinning evilly at me.  He's holding one of the empty
wine bottles from the party earlier and... Oh shit.  Is he doing what I think he's
doing?

"Don't worry, I cleaned it out," Orli says calmly as he continues to apply lube to
what looks like half the bottle.  Jesus, he *can't* expect me to take all that,
can he? 

Orli says, "You did want a fucking, didn't you?"

I nod vigorously.  "Then you know what you have to do for it," he says huskily as
he runs a reassuring hand over my back.  All right, you can do this, Viggo...

"I'm ready," I breathe.  

Orli brushes his hand over my entrance and says, "Let me lube you up a bit,
first."  

I groan as he slips a finger in, and I push my hips back, needing more.  "So
eager," Orli chuckles, pumping his finger in and out.  Before I can really enjoy
the sensation, he pulls it out abruptly. "Oh, you're definitely ready," he says,
amusement tingeing his voice when I complain.

I hear another rustle and I see some green cloth dangling in front of me before it
gets pulled against my eyes.  Damnit, Orli's blindfolding me with one of his
bandanas.

I try not to tense up as the cold neck of the bottle nudges my hole.  I breathe
shallowly, forcing myself to relax, while Orli twists it around, trying to work it
in.

I bite my lip when the tip slides into me. My heart's hammering like mad, and I
keep telling myself that it isn't that bad, Orli's cock, after all, is much
thicker.  However, little alarms are going off in the back of my head telling me
that the wide part is a *hell* of a lot thicker than anything I could reasonably
take.

This makes me clamp down, and Orli pauses. Okay, Viggo, stop that.  You can do
this.  It's just Orli...with a bottle...and we're by the side of the road.  Oh,
fuck...no, stop that.  Keep your heart rate under control...breathe, keep
breathing...good. That's it, don't think about it...

I loosen up, and Orli slips the neck in further. It pushes past the guardian ring
and I sigh as I feel it sinking in slightly.  The bottle's a bit cold, but my body
warms the glass up quickly.  It actually isn't that bad...but on the other hand,
it's not that great.  The rigid bottle is completely missing my sweet spot.

I almost jump out of my skin when Orli's finger brushes against the bottom of my
hole, right where it's gripping the bottle.  I force myself to relax again, and he
slowly eases his finger in, stretching me pleasantly.

"You're doing quite well," he purrs.  "For that, you get a little reward."  His
finger curls inside of me and rubs my prostate.

Fuck!  That's incredible!  I can't help but scream out loud, and Orli takes
advantage of the distraction to ease the bottle in further.  I think all of the
neck is in now, because the wider part of the bottle is now pressing against my
entrance.

That familiar high is starting to buzz through my system, so it's relatively easy
for me to relax.  I feel my hole stretching around the bottle, and surprisingly,
it doesn't hurt.  In fact, it's actually really, really nice.

Oh...fuck.  The width of the bottle has increased the pressure of Orli's finger
against my sweet spot, but it was a subtle build up, and now everything has
reached a critical point.  The world suddenly explodes and I throw my head back,
yelling at the top of my lungs.  

"Enjoy that, slut?" Orli rasps.

"Yes!  Ohhhh shit!  More!" I babble.  God, I'm dying.  I start thrashing and
bucking frantically, making the belt creak.

Huh, what?  Damnit, the pressure's eased up.  I whimper pitifully as Orli slowly
pulls his finger out.  The bottle follows shortly after, and I feel very empty and
frustrated as all hell.  

"Christ, you got me really worked up with your little display," Orli says.  I hear
his fly being unzipped and I sob in relief.  Orli grabs my hips and promptly slams
his cock in with one thrust.

I shriek again and Orli drapes himself across my back before he starts to thrust
forward, brutally pounding into me.  "Look at you," he says, his voice dripping
with lust. "Just willing to let yourself get fucked out here.  And you're so
hungry for my cock that you'd let me do anything so that you could have it."

"Yes," I pant out, pushing back against him.  

"I bet you'd even take my whole hand," he says, and he suddenly angles his thrusts
so that he's gliding over my prostate.

"Yes!  Oh God, yes!" I chant out.  The idea of having that wonderful fullness and
pressure again makes me clamp down hard on him.  He suddenly slams forward,
digging his nails into my hips and screaming my name as he comes.

I moan as his hot release splashes deep inside of me. Orli's body quakes as he
rides out his orgasm and then he flops against my back, breathing heavily.  I'm
shaking like a leaf, and I'm hoping that he'll recover soon, because I'm about to
fucking combust.  

Thankfully, he reaches down and immediately wraps his hand around my steadily
dripping cock.  I buck forward and he reaches around with his left to give my
balls a squeeze.

It only takes a few strokes from him before I come, howling so loudly that I'm
sure it'll attract attention from miles away.  I feel an immense rush hitting my
head and I just let myself get swept up in the tide, letting my senses spiral
upward until everything turns bright white...and then fades into black.

***

When I wake up, I'm lying on my back on the grass.  I notice that Orli has cleaned
me up, pulled off the blindfold, and dressed me. He's beaming as he says, "Finally
awake, yeah?"

"Um, yeah."  I shift uncomfortably.  "Wow.  That was... God, I can't even describe
it."

Orli says gently, "I know.  I hope you don't mind, but I really needed to blow off
some steam after today."

I shake my head.  "I would've called my safeword if it wasn't."

"Good."  

"By the way, you've got a very wicked mind," I say playfully.

"Hmm?  Oh...well, I got inspired when I remembered that you were eyeing some of
the king-sized dildos in my toybox earlier this week."

I blush.  "I wasn't sure if I was ready for them.  Guess I am now, huh?"

Orli chuckles.  For the first time, I notice that he has one arm hidden behind his
back.  He brings it around to show me a tapered pyrex butt plug.  It starts out
fairly narrow, but flares out to an impressive two and a half inches in diameter
at its widest point.  "You didn't really think I'd shove a bottle up your bum, did
you?"

I suddenly have the urge to pout.  Damn, now I'm picking up his bad habits.  "Then
why show it to me in the first place?"

"Wanted to psych you out.  Didn't you notice the rush when you came?  That's from
the adrenaline."

"Fuck, and here I was thinking that I did something really impressive."

Orli reaches over to pat my hand.  "You did...most green subs like yourself
would've have called their safeword as soon as they saw the bottle.  Besides, I
managed to insert this toy more than halfway."

"Not nearly enough," I grumble.

"Don't worry, we can work on that more, if you'd like."

"Yeah, I like," I say.  

He holds his hand out and helps me to my feet. We get into the car and he pulls
out onto the road.

Something's bugging me, though.  "Orli, where did the new addition to your toy
collection come from? And don't tell me you just happened to have it lying
around."

He says, "Well, I actually saw it in a shop last week and I just had to have it.
I wanted to surprise you, so I bought it along with some new lube I wanted to try
and hid the whole mess in the boot.  And then work hit us and I forgot about it."

"Until the party."

"Yeah.  While we drinking, I got inspired, so I slipped out to the car park while
you were taking photos and pulled the bag out.  Then I went back to the Cuntebago
to grab the wine and the bottle."

"But what if I did what you said and went right to the car?  Or what if I saw you
sneaking out?"

I hear a soft laugh.  "Vig, I knew that you'd go into one of your artistic trances
once you saw the sunset.  We all know that when you get like that, you wouldn't
even notice if I dropped a boulder on your head."

I chuckle.  "You know me too well, baby."

"Just doing my job as your top," Orli says. We stay quiet for a short period of
time, just enjoying each other's presence.

I finally decide to break the silence.  "Orli?"

"Hmmm?"

"That post-adrenaline orgasm was something else.  Can we do it again?"

Orli laughs, making his eyes crinkle delightfully.  "Of course we can.  My pervy
little mind has conjured up a lot of scenes that I'm sure will get your heart
racing."

"Just don't throw me off a bridge," I reply.  "I don't have your courage."

"You're the one who took the most impressive plunge, Vig.  From vanilla to
hardcore kink in a short-arsed period of time." We're back on the main highway
now, and Orli stops for a red light.

I lean over and kiss him.  "It was easy once I made up my mind," I say, stroking
his cheek.  "I want to explore everything with you, Orli.  You've opened my eyes
and I'm willing to take anything you can throw at me."

He looks at me, and the look in his soft brown eyes is so sweet that I melt.
"Vig..." he says, his voice catching.  He can't seem to get out whatever he wants
to say, so I kiss him again, moaning as our tongues slide against each other.

When we part for air, Orli's gaze is shining with pure love.  Okay, I was wrong
earlier.  It was a good day today, and I'm looking forward to many more with my
lovely elf boy by my side.

---end part 7





Author's Name: Lostiawen Fic Title: Boundaries (8/?) Email: changeling@planetx.org
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/VM, light VM/SB Website: http://www.planetx.org/
~changeling/index.html

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

Summary: Dinner and dessert.

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 For This Chapter: coarse language, bondage.

Author's Notes:  Sorry for the long hiatus...RL can be a bitch.  However, I'm
picking up this series again, and will be posting regular chapters until I'm done.
One good thing about a long rest...it inspired my dominant!Orli muse quite a bit.

By the way, a papasan chair is a two part piece of furniture.  It consists of a
wooden, concave, round frame perched on a stand.   The round part has a cushion on
it. (If you still have problems visualizing, Google it) 

Many, many thanks to my soul sister Elizabeth... both for providing inspiration
for the dinner scene (from "Rewarded" pt. 9) and for inspiring some of the smutty
dialog.

A thousand thanks to Salix for her sharp eye and help with plot holes.  I know
you've been waiting for certain visuals, so I hope you enjoy!


Posted May 26, 2004.

*****

I'm in the midst of working on the main course for dinner when I spot Orli
sauntering into the kitchen.  I smile at him, but I really can't let my attention
be diverted right now, not while I'm cooking.

Orli, of course, decides that this would be a good time to wrap his arms around my
waist and press his body against mine.  He really does have a knack for bad
timing.

"Mmmm...smells wonderful.  What's on the menu tonight?" he asks.

"Pepper-encrusted salmon that's going to turn Cajun if you keep that up."

"Keep what up?" he asks in an innocent voice while he grinds his hips against my
ass.  He's already hard, and the sensation of his cock rubbing in small circles
against me is driving me insane.

"Orli...not now, please?  Bean and the Hobbits will be over soon, and I can't
afford to ruin the food."

I can almost hear the pout behind my back, but Orli relents.  He peels himself off
of me and I hear him bounding off down the hallway.  

Shrugging, I turn back to the stove and finish pan-frying the fish.  Whew.  Okay,
everything's done now...that's odd, there's no sign of Orli, and he usually helps
me bring the food out. Shit, I hope I didn't hurt his feelings when I brushed him
off earlier.  Hmm, no...if that was the case, he would have told me.

Damnit, I'm running out of time here.  Okay, put the salmon out, salad, home-baked
bread, soup...there, all done.  Now I have to clean up.

As usual, the kitchen's a complete mess.  I'm just not one of those people who
cleans up after themselves while they make food.  Well, no use putting this off...

Orli bounces into the kitchen at this moment, hands digging into the pockets of
his baggy jeans.  He looks so fucking young when he does that, and it makes me
laugh.  "Your timing is off, baby.  Now I get to draft you for KP duty."  He does
a full-on sulk and I grin at him.

"Fuck, Vig...I hate tidying up," he says.

"Well, then you should have helped me with the food," I reply as I turn my back to
him. I almost jump out of my skin when I feel something cold slither around my
neck.

"And you're being a smart arse," he snarls.  Oh shit, he's putting my collar on
me.  Why didn't I see it earlier?  The little devil must have stuck it into his
pocket, damnit.

I hear the click of the lock being closed, and my knees turn into water.  I can't
believe he wants to play right now, but if I bitch, he'll make me regret it.

"You know, Viggo...I don't appreciate getting told to sod off.  I think you need a
lesson." My shorts tighten when I hear his throaty words. God, I love it when he
uses his toppish voice.  

"Put your hands on the sink and bend over," he commands.  I do so, and I suck in a
breath when he abruptly yanks my shorts down.  My cock springs free, and it's
already hard as nails.

Orli purrs, "Nice...but I'm not ready to play yet.   Kick those off and keep
cleaning up."

What??? Shit, Bean and the hobbits don't believe in knocking.  What if they walk
in on us?  

I'm about to protest when Orli says, "And no whinging." Well, that answers that
question.  He seems intent on embarrassing me, so I step out of my shorts and
start rinsing off the cutting board.

I hear a snap behind me, like a pencil was being broken in two.  What in hell? I'm
about to turn around when Orli growls, "Eyes front."

Sighing, I keep at my task, but then I almost jump three feet into the air when I
suddenly feel a cold, slippery finger pressing against my hole.  That's funny, I
didn't hear the lube being squirted out; guess the running water disguised the
sound.  Wait a minute, something's odd about the texture of his skin...

"I pulled a glove on because we're in the kitchen," Orli purrs as if he's read my
mind.  Before I can ask anything further, he pushes it in.  

Goddamn, that's good.  My eyes roll back in my head, and Orli says, "And no
stopping, you hear? If you do, I'm not going to let you get off tonight."

Fuck, he's insane!  And I can't disobey his orders. I'm very agitated as I
continue to wash up --I keep picturing the hobbits bursting in and finding us like
this...me, bent half-naked over the sink, and Orli with his finger up my ass...oh
God...he's found my prostate...Shit!  

My hands are shaking and my vision's swimming as I try to dump the scraps into the
garbage disposal...fuck, I just want to stop what I'm doing and screw myself on
his fingers, pumping my hips wildly until I come hard...

He adds another digit and I almost lose it. "Don't stop," he growls, "Or Bean and
the hobbits will get treated to an interesting pre-dinner show."

Evil. Fucking. Elf.  Damn him.  He's pumping his hand in and out, and I feel like
I'm fighting through molasses to keep moving.  My head's spinning out of control
and my heart's beating like mad, sending adrenaline shooting through my system.

It seems as if everything's melting around me, and it's an uphill battle to force
my hands to work and finish with the scraps. In fact, the sink seems far away,
almost as if I have to go outside of my body to make my arms work. Orli flexes his
hand, and something electric spikes through my nerves, making me gasp as I try to
concentrate.

"That's it," Orli says, his voice throatier than ever.  He reaches around and
touches the tip of my cock.

"So excitable," he coos as he dips his fingers in my pre-come.  I bite off a moan
as he drags them along the underside of my erection, the wetness causing shocks to
pulse through me. Every inch of my skin is prickling now, making me painfully
aware of everything.  Even the smallest gust of air raises goose bumps on my
flesh.

Somehow, I manage to keep doing my tasks, but my limbs are on autopilot.  My knees
are shaking and it's a complete fight to not stop, spread my legs as wide as they
can go, and beg Orli to fuck me until I can't sit down.

Time just seems to pass in a hazy blur, but then I hear a familiar sound...damnit,
make your brain work, Viggo... right...that's a car sound...and it's...pulling
into the driveway?  Shit!  It's Sean!

Orli rubs my prostate again, and I almost drop the knife in my hands.  "Finish
cleaning that up, Viggo.  And it looks like you'd better hurry with this last bit.
I don't think Sean fancies the sight of your hard cock."

Fuck!  I start rushing, but I've become all thumbs. Shit, fuck -- the knife lands
with a clatter into the sink, and as I try to fish it out, Orli moves his fingers
again, sending another bolt through my spine.  Breath's getting shorter....
shitshitshit!  I'm so confused that I can't figure out where the water from the
faucet is aiming...

Oh no, I hear Sean's steps...come on you can do it... combusting inside from
Orli's fingers...damnit...you can do this...oh God...Sean's getting closer...
don't fumble...I think I have it...

Sean's about two steps from the front door when I put the knife into the
dishwasher.  Done, thank God.  Orli doesn't waste any time -- he pulls his fingers
out and sprints at full tilt for the bedroom.  I'm about two seconds behind him,
and my heart is thumping like a jackhammer. 

As Orli's closing the door behind us, I hear Sean coming into the house.  "Oi!" he
shouts. "Could you at least be bothered to come out and say hello?"

"Sorry, Sean!" Orli calls back.  He's grinning like a madman and I glare at him.
"Viggo had an accident in the kitchen and we're cleaning the mess off his clothes.
Just make yourself at home."

My jaw almost drops open.  I can't believe he was able to lie without his usual
babbling.

Orli must have known what was on my mind, because his eyes crinkle with delight.
He whispers, "Don't be so shocked, I had a lot of practice making up excuses if
I've been playing with someone. I worked out this one while I was back here
fetching supplies."

He pulls off the glove and puts it in a plastic sandwich bag partially filled with
some sort of clear liquid.  Hmm...smells like bleach.

"It's a good idea to sanitize anything that's been up your arse before you toss
it," Orli replies as he seals the top.  "You don't want the bloke who collects the
rubbish to have to deal with biohazards."

I nod, trying to ignore my aching cock.  That little adrenaline-producing scene
has made me so hard that a slight breeze could make me come.  Hmm, I wonder how
Orli's going to keep me quiet while he brings me off.  

Instead of reaching for me, he opens a drawer and tosses me a pair of briefs.  He
then picks out a pair of loose pants from the closet.

"You're going to be wearing these during dinner. These knickers should keep your
cock down," he says while he continues to poke around.

Fuck!  Don't tell me he's going to leave me like this?!

"Orlando, please..." I start to say, but he puts a finger on my lips.

"Now, now...I've decided that I can't keep you quiet even if I kiss you hard while
I give you a wank...so you're going to have to hold it in until later."

Argh.  He looks so innocent, but he can really be a fucking bastard.  Just my luck
that he decided to torture me right now.  Great, he's wiggling that pert ass of
his while he's digging through my clothes.  What did I do to deserve this?

He pulls out my only dress shirt and says, "Shuck the rest of your stuff and wear
this, too."

What?  That means I'm going to...

"Yup.  You're wearing your collar tonight. The high neck on this thing will hide
it," Orli replies to my unspoken question.

I clench my fists.  I want to tell him off, but I know he'll punish me for that,
probably by not letting me come.  Damnit.

Orli brushes his fingers against my cock and purrs, "Now, I have to pop out and go
talk to Sean, or he'll get suspicious. Make sure you get dressed fast, you don't
want to be rude to your guests."  I'm still shivering when he leaves, craving more
of his touch.

God, even though I'm resenting the fact that he's decided to leave me hanging, the
thought that I'm going to be secretly wearing my collar around Sean and the
hobbits sends an illicit thrill straight to my groin.

I pull off my t-shirt and climb into the clothes he's laid out for me, stuffing my
erection with difficulty into the briefs.  I stifle a moan as I come into contact
with my throbbing cock, but I try not to think about it.  I can't disobey Orli's
commands and he'll know if I've been touching myself.

The pants follow, as does the shirt.  God, I hate high necks...they make me feel
like I'm being strangled.  However, if it's the only thing that will cover my
collar up...

I just finish closing the last button when I hear the hobbits bursting in. 

"Orli!" they call out in unison.  I hear a loud thud and some yelling.  Yeah,
sounds like he tackled them and they're all in a friendly hobbit-pile.

"Hey! Where's Viggo?" Elijah says.

I do one last check to make sure that my cock isn't showing too much.  Fuck, it's
still bulging, but I'm guessing that no one other than Orli will be looking at my
crotch.

I open the door.  "Right here," I reply as I step out and join them.

Bean wolf whistles.  "My my...what's the special occasion?  Never thought I'd see
you in anything other than a t-shirt and jeans."

Uh oh.  Think fast.  "Orlando made me do it," I grumble.  I figure that I can't
get into trouble with him for saying that, because it is somewhat true.

Dom says, "He *made* you?  Jesus, Viggo...never thought the poncy elf would have
you whipped."

Oh, thank you very much, Dom.  How in fuck do I change the subject without the
hobbits pestering me for more details?  Shit, there's got to be something...

Oh wait, I have it.  "Well, if you knew the things he could do with his..."

Bean abruptly says, "Shut up, you wanker!  That's too much information!"  I try to
avoid grinning.  Good old straight-as-an-arrow Sean.  Always handy to have around
if I need to avoid questions about our sex life.

Orli clears his throat.  "Dinner's already on the table, so unless you cunts want
it to get cold, you should dig in." The hobbits let out a large whoop and detangle
themselves, tossing Orli to the floor so that they can get at the food as fast as
possible.  Hobbits. Also very predictable.

I pull Orli to his feet, and we saunter over to join them. Bean follows behind us,
muttering something about hobbits always thinking with their stomachs.  

We've reached the table now, so we take our seats; Orli sits by my side and Bean
settles down across from me.  The hobbits have already dished out the salad and
they're stuffing their faces. Bean grabs a piece of bread while I pour some
dressing on my salad.

"Could you be a love and pass me the ranch?" Orli says.

"Sure," I reply, grabbing the bottle and handing it to him.

Bean says, "I'll have some after you're done with it, Orli."

"All right," Orli says.  He drizzles the liquid over his vegetables and then
passes it to Sean. I grab some bread and I'm in the middle of buttering it when I
feel Orli's foot nudging mine.

Huh?  Wonder what he needs...oh shit...he's got a sliced carrot stick on his fork
and he's licking the white, creamy dressing off of it, lavishing attention on the
vegetable like it's a nice juicy cock.

God, I was just starting to soften and now I feel like my pants are strangling
me...especially now that I'm watching Orli's pink tongue dart out to lap at his
phallic substitute. And damnit, it doesn't help that he gives me one of his impish
grins afterward.  

I flick my eyes across the table and Sean's preoccupied with his food.  Thank God,
he'd see Orli's little display, otherwise.  I shift a bit, and I can feel the
collar brushing against my skin, which sends a bolt of lust straight to my groin.

I tear my eyes away and decide to concentrate on talking to Bean.  Big mistake.
Sean accidentally dropped a big glob of butter onto his bread and he's licking it
off.  Oh man...my imagination goes into overdrive, picturing what it would be like
to have that tongue sliding down my chest...

Orli's fingers stroke my thigh and I almost jump out of my chair.  He leans closer
and purrs just loud enough for me to hear, "Mmmm, wouldn't you love to see those
lips wrapped around your cock?  I can just imagine him looking up at you as he
sucks on you..."

Fuck!  I almost crush the fork in my hands while Orli keeps up his dirty patter,
and I can tell that's he's enjoying every minute of this.  He ceases fire when
Sean starts talking to us, and I have to keep myself from growling at the smug
grin plastered across his face.

Of course, Orli doesn't give me a respite. He fondles my crotch under the table
while we're discussing things with Sean, and I have to call on all of my acting
skill to pretend that nothing's wrong.

It seems like an eternity before dinner is finally over.  Orli somehow manages to
organize the hobbits to clean up, which is good, because I'm pretty damn sure that
my erection is showing through my pants.  There's no way in hell I'm standing up.

While the noisy quartet is clattering around in the kitchen and producing the
maximum amount of noise possible, Bean says, "Hey, you want a beer, Vig?"

"No, I'm good."  Thank God he didn't feel like dragging me off to the living room.
I'd have a hard time explaining the bulge in my crotch.

Sean returns with an open bottle and he takes a hearty swig.  Fuck, I can see his
throat muscles working as he swallows...damnit, stop that train of thought right
now...he's straight and Orli would hate the idea of an open relationship...

"Ah, much better," Sean says, putting the bottle down on the table.  Uh oh...he
set it down a little too hard -- the beer foams up out of the top.

"Shite!" Sean grabs his drink and clamps his mouth over the opening, slurping down
the escaping liquid. He's not fast enough, though, and it starts spilling down the
neck. 

He starts diving lower, licking up the bubbling trail. Oh my God...the man has no
gag reflex...he's swallowed the bottle down to the label.  My cock starts
throbbing as I imagine Sean deep-throating me...

Fuck!  Stop it, Viggo!  Oh shit, I must have been eyeing Sean too much, because
he's looking at me with a funny expression on his face.

"Something wrong, mate?" he asks, tonguing off the last of the alcohol.

I force myself to leer in a ludicrous fashion. God, I hope he buys this.  "You
know, it's a damn shame that you're straight." 

Sean grunts, "Oh, piss off.  I just hate wasting good beer." Fuck, that was close.

Orli suddenly bounds into my lap, surprising me.  Oh shit... his ass is right on
top of my erection.  I bite my lip hard to avoid moaning.

"Sean," Orli says in a hushed voice, "Could you be a love and clear the hobbits
out of here?" He shifts a tiny amount, rubbing his butt against me. Fuck, I'm
going to explode.

"We just finished dinner," Sean grumbles.  

"And unless you want to watch us give you a stag show you'll make up some excuse
and get them out of here," Orli says.  "Come on, please?  I'll buy you a bottle of
your favorite scotch."  Uh oh, he's turning on the puppy dog eyes.

"All right, all right!" Sean says, holding up in hands.

Orli gives Sean one of his megawatt smiles.  "I knew I could count on you."

"Christ, it was a bad idea to cave into Viggo that day.  Now you'll both be
hitting me up for favors every single sodding time," Sean growls as he stands up.

"Not *every* time.  I promise that I'll never ask you to help us move," Orli says.

Sean rolls his eyes before he walks into the kitchen. Orli leans closer and
whispers in my ear, "Can you imagine that sexy voice of his moaning as he fucks
you?" He shifts a little, and his ass rubs along my cock. Damnit, he's killing me.

At that point, Sean's voice cuts through my foggy thoughts.  "Viggo's feeling a
bit rum.  Orli's asked the lot of you to clear out."

"Say what?" Elijah says.  "Viggo's healthy as a horse."

Orli replies, "Okay 'Lij, I didn't want you to hear details, but we went out for
breakfast, and it's not agreeing with him.  He's wearing a dress shirt because he
hurled on himself."

"Ugh.  That's fucking gross, Orli."

"You asked, mate."  Orli drops his voice to a stage whisper.  "I need you to look
a bit green around the gills."

I obey, mimicking what I hope looks like nausea. Orli tugs me to my feet, keeping
my crotch facing away from our guests.  "Shit!  Looks like Viggo's about to lose
his dinner.  Off to the bedroom with you, and hurry!"  

Still dazed, I try my best to sprint down the hallway and slam the door behind me.
Once it's closed, I kneel down on the floor and lower my head. My erection is
rubbing against my briefs, and it takes all of my self-control to not unzip my fly
and jerk off.

Meanwhile, the hobbits are protesting at the top of their lungs, but judging by
the fading conversation, Sean manages to hustle them out while Orli's saying
goodbye.  

"Bye Viggo!  Feel better!" Sean calls back.

"Out!" Orli says.  I hear some fading off banter before the front door closes.  I
hear a click, and I recognize that as the deadbolt being thrown.

Orli pads down the hallway and opens the door to the bedroom.  "Very good," he
says, dropping his voice down to a low purr again.  "Now, get up and strip."

Trembling, I scramble onto my feet and start taking off my shirt.  Orli barks.
"No need to go slow, I want you naked.  Now."

Shit, he doesn't need to say anything more.  I'm out of my clothes in record time.
"Very good," Orli says. "Come on out to the living room."  He opens our toybox and
pulls out several short lengths of black rope, a roll of black PVC tape, a red
scarf, and a pair of scissors.

Keeping my head lowered, I follow his lead, making sure that I remain three paces
behind him.  Once we've reached our destination, Orli commands me to stop.

He pulls the cushion off of the papasan chair and tosses it to the side.  Before I
can think about what his scheming little mind has come up with, he picks up the
round frame and inverts it onto the carpet.

"Drape yourself over this, face down."  I'm trembling as I comply, and sticking my
twitching cock through one of the openings just makes me shiver all over.  I hear
Orli snipping something behind me.  Hmm, he must be using the scissors to cut off
a strip of PVC tape.  

"Lift your head." He wraps the tape over my mouth and around the back of my head,
gagging me.   

He sets his equipment down and puts the scarf in my right hand. "Since there's
nothing to rap your knuckles against, drop this if you want me to stop."  I nod,
and Orli picks up the ropes.

He ties my wrists and ankles to the frame and then steps back.  God, I can just
picture what Orli is seeing right now... my body spread-eagled and curved over the
wooden frame, ass jutting up at the perfect angle to be taken, completely exposed
and vulnerable... the collar shining on my neck, highlighting the black gag...

"Beautiful," he says, his voice breathy and hushed.  I hear the rustle of clothing
being removed and the sound of lube being applied... I tug hard on the ropes.
Fuck, I need his cock *now*.

I let out a groan when a slick finger presses against me.  He slips it in without
much resistance, and I moan in frustration as he sweeps it around, trying to push
back and get more contact. He's avoiding my prostate, the bastard.

He withdraws the finger and I hear him applying more lube. My throat goes dry.
God...I've been waiting all evening for this.  Orli braces himself with one arm
and his cock nudges against my entrance.  I try to arch up as much as I can and
grind my ass against him, but instead of giving me more, he just chuckles.

"Mmmm, eager are we?"  I grunt in as angry a voice as I can manage around the gag.
That's it.  Fuck you, Orli.  I'm going to die from blue balls, and I want you to
stop goddamn teasing me. 

"Now, now, Viggo.  That's not very nice."  Oh shit!  He's moving away!  No, don't!
I can't take much more of this...

I try to get Orli's attention, and it comes out as a muffled sob.  Soon, I can
feel him against me once more.  "That's better..." he coos, licking my ear.  "I
love it when you're all needy and dripping like this.  You still want my cock,
don't you?"

I make several whimpering noises and I push back with my hips.  Oh God...please
fuck me, Orli...please...

He suddenly enters me with a heart-stopping thrust, and I scream against the gag,
throwing my head back as the delicious waves of pain and pleasure surge through my
body.  

"Then take it!" he snarls. "Take it all!"

There's no finesse this time.  Orli rams into me as hard and as fast as he can,
hitting my prostate with every stroke. I writhe underneath him...God, I've been
burning for this... fuck, he's so hot...so hard...oh God...ORLI!

I cry out for what seems like an eternity as my orgasm washes over me.  I'm still
spasming when I hear Orli growl.  He jabs into me hard once more, and then his
entire body shudders as he comes inside of me, chanting out a long string of
obscenities.

I can feel him bucking against me a few more times, and then he slumps down on top
of me, letting out a contented sigh. He pulls the gag down so that I can breathe
easier and we just lie there, enjoying the afterglow.

Eventually, he pulls out and fetches the key.  He unlocks my collar and unties the
rope, but I'm still too stunned to talk to him.

He eases me down onto the carpet and I pull him against me, cuddling him against
my chest.  He looks at me and says, "Well?"

Shit, I can't really say anything intelligible.  "Um, Orli...I don't think I've
ever come before without having someone touch my cock.  God, that was..." I can't
get enough brain cells to work to finish my sentence, so I gesture into the air,
hoping he catches my meaning.

He breathes a sigh of relief.  "So it was okay?  I really pushed you hard this
time."

I kiss the top of his head.  "Yeah...even if I didn't enjoy the entire process.
I'm sorry I got mouthy near the end."

"Oh hush...I was extremely mean to you.  I'm actually surprised you held out that
long."

"I'm full of surprises," I reply.

"Speaking of which, how long have you fancied Bean?"

Oh shit...I didn't think about Orli picking up on that earlier because I was just
too damn horny to care. "Uh, when I first met him.  You're not offended, are you?"

Orli shrugs.  "Should I be?  Christ, Viggo...I wouldn't care if you shagged him.
That is, if you assume that he fancies blokes."

I gape at him.  "What?  Fuck, I thought you wanted an exclusive relationship."

"What???  I thought *you* wanted the exclusive relationship." He starts laughing.
"Shit...I thought, because you were, like, married..."

"No, baby...Exene and I had an ope
you know."

Orli sticks his tongue out.  "Well, for your fucking information, the only person
I've ever been exclusive with is Jemma."

"Which is why I thought you wanted monogamy."

"God...what a daft thing to cock-up," Orli says, slapping his head.  "So much for
kink couples being more in tune with each other."

I laugh.  "Hey, you knew what was on my mind ninety nine percent of the time
today.  That's pretty good, if you ask me."

"Yeah, I guess so," he says, frowning.  Damn, he's annoyed with himself.

I brush my lips against his.  "I know so.  Come on, elf boy, let's get cleaned up.
I need to deal with the new stain on the carpet."

Orli beams at me as I help him to his feet.  "You'll have to do it naked, you
know."

"I was counting on it."

---end part 8





Author's Name: Lostiawen Fic Title: Boundaries (9/?) Email: changeling@planetx.org
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/SB/VM Website: http://www.planetx.org/
~changeling/index.html

Genre: RPS Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Aniron, VOLA, Lirimaer. All
others please ask.

Summary: Interesting things happen when Sean appears during a scene.

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: Extremely coarse language, erotic humiliation, snowballing,
post-coital rimming, boot worship.

Author's Notes:  My muses wouldn't let me sleep until I cranked out this chapter.
Especially Orli. Um.  Yeah.  Let's just say that he was very inspired.

Many hugs and kisses to Elizabeth for her support, encouragement, and suggestions.
(You rock at dirty language, babe!)

Smooches and hugs to Salix for her nitpicking and inspiring smut discussions.

And hugs to Eirien for her utter enthusiasm for VigOrliBean.  It encouraged me to
hurry up and finish this chapter.  Hope you like it, sweetie!

By the way, "Shibari" is a term for Japanese rope bondage, a very intricate and
beautiful way of tying up someone.

Posted Jun. 4, 2004

*****


I stifle a yawn as I get in line for lunch.  These early mornings are going to
kill me, especially since Orli kept me up late yesterday.

"Stomach trouble keep you awake all night?" Billy asks from his spot in line
behind me.

Oh right, that excuse that Orli made after dinner to clear everyone out of our
house.  "Um, yeah.  I'm much better today."  God, last night...no, stop thinking
about that Viggo.  Not unless you want to get an embarrassing erection in the
canteen.

Okay...look at something else, like today's meal. Shit, one of the food service
workers is pulling on a latex glove.  I shiver when I hear the snap of rubber
against skin.  Damn Orli.  Now I'll always associate that noise with something
erotic.

"You're looking a bit peaked there, Vig," Billy says.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I have to get some air...sorry."  I push past him and dart around the
corner, glad that my costume covers up my torso.  Once I'm out of sight, I take a
few deep breaths, centering my awareness on the rhythm of my exhalations so that I
can clear my head. 

Orli bounces up, greeting me with that wide, happy grin that's become his
trademark.  "What's the matter, Vig?"

I sigh, my brain's so fried that most polysyllabic words are just too much effort
to use. "It's last night.  I can't focus today," is all I can grunt out.

"Poor Viggo," Orli says, petting my hair.  "I need to go talk to Bean about
something, but how about a quickie in the Cuntebago afterward to take the edge
off?"

There's no way I'm going to turn that down. "Pull my arm."

"And are you up to playing tonight?  Or are you too knackered?" Orli says, leaning
in closer and batting his eyes in a playful fashion.

"I can sleep when I'm dead," I say.  "I'd never pass up a scene with you."

Orli gives me a quick peck on the lips and scurries off to talk with Sean.  I lean
back, watching the two of them. The landslide that they were both trapped in was
definitely a blessing in disguise, since they weren't very close before that.

My thoughts stray to Sean swallowing the beer bottle last night without effort.
And the more I try not to think about it, the more explicit my fantasies get.
Which is irrational beyond all belief, because Sean just isn't interested; of
course, lust never is very rational. Screw it; I'll just relieve some of my sexual
frustration when we fuck in the Cuntebago.

****

Orli kisses me on the cheek as soon as we get home and he says, "Keep yourself
busy for a bit, yeah?  And call me when our food arrives."

I smile.  That usually means that he's got something special planned.  My earlier
fatigue is gone, and I'm eager for whatever it is he's set up for tonight. "All
right...but I'm not going to be able to concentrate worth a shit."

"Since when did you get so impatient?"

"Bad habit I picked up from you."

He sticks his tongue out.  "Wanker," he says as he shoves me towards the couch.
"Go write, or do whatever artsy thing strikes your fancy. Just stay out of my
hair."

"What little there is left of it..." I say, yelping when Orli suddenly slaps my
butt.

"Enjoy being able to mouth off while you can, Vig.  Once I go into the bedroom,
you have to behave."

"That's why I'm milking out every single second, elf boy."

Orlando blows a raspberry at me.  "Time's up, filthy human. I'm popping off to the
back."

I watch him scamper off to the bedroom with fondness.  Well, I guess I could read
over tomorrow's script. I hear Orli rummaging around in the bedroom, cursing on
occasion before he starts digging into something else.

Okay, focus on the pages...don't think about what he's got in store...hmm, you
know, I bet this scene with Aragorn and Arwen would be much better if we did it
entirely in Elvish...yeah, that would work...

I hear Orli calling out, "I'm done.  Come over here. Now."

I almost trip over myself putting down the script and heading as fast as I can for
the bedroom. As soon as I step in, my mouth goes completely dry.  Oh, holy
fuck...Orli's dressed in black leather pants that are so tight that they look like
they're bonded onto his skin.  And they're cut so fucking low that I can see the
fringe of his crotch hair peeking out from under the waistband.  

"Quit drooling and strip," Orli growls, pitching his voice into that low register
he uses when we play.

His eyes rake over my body as I remove my clothes. I feel so vulnerable when he
looks at me that way, and I'm trembling when I finish pulling off my jeans. He
puts my collar on, and my cock hardens as the cool metal comes in contact with my
neck.  Another little thrill surges through me as Orli reaches for a length of
black cotton rope.

"I was in the mood for some shibari," he purrs.  "Arms to the side."

Oh God, I love it when he decides to get complicated with his bondage.  He folds
the rope in half and puts the first loop around the back of my neck. He then
crisscrosses it, weaving the rope across my torso.  When he's finished, the rope
is woven into horizontal bands over the sides of my torso, joining in the middle
to form interlocking diamonds. He grabs another piece of rope and ties my wrists
behind my back, looping it to the harness. He's just finished tying the last know
when I hear the doorbell ring.

"That's the delivery bloke with our takeaway," Orli says. "You stay put."  He
throws on a robe and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.  Shit, talk
about poor timing.

I hear the front door opening and low voices.   I shift around while they're
talking, enjoying the slide of cotton rope over my skin.  I can't wait for Orli to
come back and play with me....

Good, he's done.  The door is closing. I wait for him, listening to the steady
sound of my breathing.

I hear him coming back, and my heart skips as I hear the creak of his leather
pants.

The door opens...what the fuck???  SEAN?

Sean is looking at me with a very stunned expression.  He says, "Um, well...you
have some interesting hobbies, Viggo."

Jesus Christ...there's *no* way I can explain this... "Fuck, uh...Sean...God, I'm
sorry you had to see this..."

Shit, I can't look him in the face.  Wait...that's a large overcoat he's wearing,
I don't remember seeing it before...Hmmm, I don't remember those pants before,
either.  God-DAMN, those things should be illegal.  They hug every inch of him so
well that I can almost discern what religion he is, and it doesn't help that
they're made out of leather...

Wait a minute...leather?  But Sean doesn't *wear* leather... unless...he's here to
play...which means that his reaction was a setup...

I look up again and Sean's smirking at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
He strides into the bedroom and says, "Pity you couldn't see the expression on his
face, Orlando."

Orli enters the room moments later.  "It's enough for me to see that he's still
blushing," he replies.  He closes the distance between us and purrs, "I thought
I'd arrange a pleasant little surprise this evening."

My brain's still trying to absorb and logic through this situation...it can't
be...Sean's straight, what the hell is he doing here? Before I can analyze this
further, Orli interrupts my thoughts by grabbing the back of the rope harness and
giving the cords a hard tug.

"Kneel," he barks.

My sub training immediately kicks in and I drop to the ground, shaking.  All of my
colliding speculations go dormant, replaced by the burning desire to please Orli
as much as I can.

Without so much as a glance in my direction, Orli slides the robe off his
shoulders and kicks it aside. "Off with that bloody great coat of yours, Sean," he
says.  I can't say enough how much I love it when he takes charge. All of his
nervousness and self-consciousness just fades away, to be replaced by a person so
confident that he just radiates an aura of unquestionable control.

Sean's lips curve in a sexy as hell smile before he obeys.  Holy shit, he's trying
to give me a heart attack...in addition to those sinful black leather pants, he's
also sporting a short, black leather vest; wearing it open so that it highlights
his chest muscles. To complete the mind-blowing picture, he's wearing black calf-
length boots decorated with a plethora of buckles, and a silver arm band.

It takes all of my control to keep my tongue from dragging along the ground.  If
my hands were free, I'd spread myself open right now and beg Sean to fuck me until
I'm screaming.

Orli jumps onto the bed.  "Sean, I'm giving Viggo to you for a bit.  I already
told you what his safewords were."

Sean's going to top me?  I hope he knows what he's doing...Orli hands him a red
scarf and Sean stuffs it into my hand.  We're off to a good start -- he knows
about that signal.

Sean grabs my chin and jerks my head up, locking his gaze with mine.  I run my
tongue over my dry lips as he stares at me, his wicked, gleaming eyes sizing me up
as if he's planning on devouring me.

In my fantasies, I never thought about Sean doing this, and the thought of him
topping me, of making me satisfy his needs just makes me feel weak inside.

"You've been trained quite well," he says.  Fuck, he's deepened his voice and
every word is coming out as a rich, decadent purr. My whole body shakes as I
listen to him...Jesus, he could just talk me into an orgasm...

"Thank you," I whisper, lowering my eyes.  I want him to use me so much...please,
Sean, take me...my body is yours...

"Good," he replies, stroking his fingers along my jaw.  "Orlando tells me that
you're quite an expert with your mouth.  Is that true?"

"Yes."  My heart is hammering now, and I can barely control my trembling.  

"Then prove it.  Suck me off," Sean says, letting go of my jaw.  I almost salivate
when I see the prominent bulge showing through his pants.  

I feel like a kid who's been told that he can have anything he wants from the
candy store.  I scoot forward on my knees and I grab the tab of his zipper in my
teeth; pulling it down at a snail's pace so that it doesn't catch his skin.  I can
smell his arousal already -- blending in with the scent of new leather to form a
heady musk.

I nuzzle Sean's pubic hair before I use my tongue and my lips to pull his hard
cock out of its tight confines, enjoying the sensation of the soft rope pressing
against my flesh as I move.  As I'm doing so, I hear the whisper of another zipper
and a small groan.  Soft noises of skin rubbing against skin...sounds like Orli's
enjoying the show.

Mmm...Sean's cock is as beautiful as I've imagined. I rub my cheek against it,
inhaling the scent before I take the tip in my mouth.  God, he tastes good...

"Stop," Sean says.  What the fuck?  I back away, confused as all hell.

"Your oral skills are for shit, Viggo," he growls.

"I'm sorry..." Oh fuck, I can't believe that I didn't please him.  My cheeks are
burning up, and it's painful to keep looking at him.

"Shut up and practice on this for a bit," he says, sitting down on a chair and
extending his boot.

He *can't* be serious.  "Guess you aren't as obedient as Orlando says you are.
What a disappointment," Sean says, sounding disgusted.

No...I can't believe this.  I just want to please both of them, and now I'm an
utter failure.  I turn crimson from shame and I choke back a small sob as I creep
forward on my knees. Once I reach Sean, I lower my face to the ground, trying not
to fall over because I can't use my hands.  I press my cheek against the carpet
and swipe my tongue as fast as I can over the top of his footwear.

Hmm...Bitter, but not as nasty as I thought it would be.  And no trace of dirt.
Smells like he just bought them.  I hear a small growl from above me. Shit, stop
waffling, Viggo.

I dive forward and wrap my lips around the tip of Sean's boot, lapping my tongue
against it. I suck as hard as I can, making sure that I hollow my cheeks as much
as possible.  I hear a sharp intake of breath from above me, and I'm no longer
concerned with what I'm licking...I just want to satisfy Sean as much as possible.

I use every trick I know, and I look up, searching his face for approval.  He's
trying to remain impassive, but I can see the pure lust burning in his green eyes.
I feel every cell in my body coming alive at the knowledge that I've pleased
him...even my scalp is tingling. I keep up the show, making sure to pull back so
that I can flicker my tongue over Sean's booted foot in a lascivious fashion.

Sean's eyes turn dark, and he wraps his fingers in my hair.  He's none too gentle
as he tugs me up to my knees, and I love every second of it. "Good enough," he
says, but his voice is thick and choked.  "Lick my cock again."

He doesn't need to tell me twice.  I don't waste any time, leaning forward and
swallowing Sean in one gulp. "Shite!" he screams as he bucks into my mouth, and
the tingle in my body has turned into a buzz as Sean starts losing control.
Feeling a deep sense of satisfaction, I roll my tongue alongside the underside of
his shaft, murmuring in appreciation while he continues moving his hips, fucking
my face with shallow thrusts.

"All right.  Knock it off, you two," Orli commands. Sean withdraws, and I let out
a small whimper of protest.  Orli slides off the bed, naked as a jaybird.  His
diamond hard cock is bobbing in the air as he strides over to me and a dull pang
slices through my gut.  I want to taste him so badly, to lavish attention on every
inch of his stiff flesh.  I manage to swing myself around and walk forward on my
knees, closing the gap between us.  Orli pets my hair, and I'm quaking with
excitement, wondering what's going to happen to me next.  I moan as he nudges his
erection against my mouth.

I open up, relaxing my throat so that Orli can feed me his cock in one smooth
slide. Once his full length is nestled in, I bury my nose in the springy hair
around his sex, inhaling the musky scent.  I start working my mouth, flushing with
pride when I hear Orli hissing out obscenities.

I continue sucking away, enjoying the sounds that I'm coaxing out of his throat.
I swirl my tongue around his hard flesh, and Orli gasps. However, he manages to
keep his speech even as he says, "You can have his arse, Sean. Just don't come
until I tell you to."

Oh God, yes...I hear Sean catching something and an all too familiar squirting
noise. Moaning around Orli's shaft, I arch my back and spread my legs as much as I
can.  My cock is dripping as Sean positions himself, and my brain goes into
overdrive, imagining that powerful body pounding me into oblivion.

Damnit, Orli must have told him about how I like it rough and fast, because Sean
just pushes the tip of his erection in.  I try to push back with my hips, but I
don't have any leverage, causing me to mewl in frustration.

Sean chuckles.  "Why so impatient, mate? You've already got one cock in you." 

The tone of Orli's voice lowers to a silky purr.  "He's a complete whore.  If he
could talk, he'd spread his pretty legs and beg you to slam into him.  Isn't that
right, slut?" I whimper in acknowledgement, making sure that I keep working my
tongue over his length.

Sean then eases in about halfway, impaling me by degrees...oh God, his pulsing
shaft feels so good inside of me...

"Did I tell you to stop blowing me?" Orli snarls. Shit, I must have cried out.
"Stop right there, Sean, and brace him."  Sean grabs my hips, and I make a
frustrated noise.  Every inch of me is thrumming with need; I'm dying to be
filled.  I try to slide back anyway, but Sean is much stronger than I am, and he
blocks me without effort.

"Uh uh, Viggo," Orli says.  "You need to reminded of a few things."  He grabs my
shoulders and I cry out again as he thrusts hard, his hips pumping as he fucks my
mouth without mercy.

"You're just here so that I can stick my cock in your nice, tight hole; or have
you suck me off with that talented mouth of yours," he growls. God, I love it when
he talks to me like this... I start shaking, my neglected cock throbbing in the
air as he continues to ream me.  The next time Orli hits the back of my throat; I
apply a huge amount of suction, making his eyes roll back into his head.

"Oh yeah...that's it, you slut," Orli says. "Do it again."  I'm about to obey when
Sean flexes his hips and moves by a fraction, brushing against my prostate.

Fuck!  I push back, craving more, but I forget to pay attention to my task.  Orli
notices, and he pops out of my mouth.  "No!" I plead.

"Quiet," Orli says.  He wraps his hand around his cock, and he pumps his fist up
and down in slow, lazy strokes.  His eyes flutter and he arches back, moaning as
he pleasures himself.  The scent of his arousal fills the air, and his sex is a
hair's breadth away from the tip of my tongue, driving me insane.

He hears me voicing a complaint and he stops, his eyes dark and pitiless as he
glares at me.  "You don't get it, do you?  We'll do what we want to you --fuck
your arse until you can't sit down and you're completely slick inside from our
come; make you lick us until your jaw is sore and your belly is warm from all of
the hot spunk you swallowed, and you'll love every bloody minute of it."

My breath hitches as he talks and Orli laughs at my reaction.  "Oh, you like that
idea?  Being our come-bucket?"  He tugs on his shaft again, murmuring as a bead of
moisture appears at the tip.  The droplet glistens on his skin, taunting me by
remaining just out of my reach.

Holy fuck, he's trying to kill me. "Yes," I whimper.  "Fuck me hard and fill me.
Do whatever you want."

Orli nods and Sean rolls his hips in response, brushing over my sweet spot again.
I gurgle, arching back as my body is electrified from the contact.

Orli twists his fingers in my hair and yanks my head back.  "So hungry for
me...but I'm not letting you have it, Viggo," he purrs in my ear. "You disobeyed
my orders."  He lets go of me and circles over to Sean.  "I think I'll have Sean
finish me off, he deserves a reward for his good behavior." Sean grins and parts
his lips, eager to comply.

No!  Oh God, I can't believe that I failed again. Despair clutches at me, and I
just want crawl into a deep hole and never come out again.  "Orlando, please
don't..." 

Orli stops in his tracks.  "And why not?"

"I'll die if I don't get to satisfy you...please, let me have your cock.  I
promise that I'll be good this time," I choke out.  A single tear falls from my
eye, and I lower my head in shame.  I'm worthless now -- an utter, miserable
disappointment.  I can't believe Orlando would bother dealing with me after this.

To my surprise, Orli tilts my head up, his touch feather-light and soothing.  He
brushes the droplet off my cheek and positions himself at my lips, offering me his
cock.

"You're forgiven," he whispers.  I'm trembling as I open my mouth; my heart's
pounding out of control, and the elation that surges through me rushes straight to
my head, making me feel dizzy, high, and stoned. I eagerly devour the head of his
erection, lapping at the pre-come welling out from the slit.

Orli lets out a lusty, deep moan, and grabs my hair, holding me in place.
Encouraged, I inhale his entire length, making obscene slurping noises as I roll
my tongue up and down the shaft.

"Very good," Orli gasps out.  "Sean...fuck him." I hear the slight rustle of
clothing being lowered, and then stars explode behind my eyes when Sean slams into
me, pushing me forward.  I cry out around Orli's hard flesh, but I keep my
concentration, pressing my tongue against the sensitive vein on the underside and
dragging it across; even though Sean's pounding into me so hard that his bare skin
is smacking against mine with each powerful stroke and his leather pants are
creaking.

Orli bucks forward and starts thrusting again.  "Look at you, being fucked at both
ends and you can't do a thing about it...you can't control how hard it is, or who
pumps into you first.  I can do what I want because you're my toy...my cock whore,
yeah?"  

Shit, I quake at his words, aroused beyond all measure. "Do you understand?" Orli
growls.  God, yes...Orli, Sean...use me, I'm yours.  I nod my head with a huge
amount of enthusiasm, simpering and opening my legs even more in the hopes that
what I'm doing will please them.

"Good," Orli says, tightening his grasp and hammering his hips into me.  Sean
speeds up even more, shoving into me with a punishing rhythm.  I mewl and squirm,
but I'm restrained too well.  All I can do is to struggle against my bonds,
completely helpless while they take my mouth and my ass, claiming me.

The grip on my hair tightens and Orli gasps, "Don't swallow." He plows forward one
more time, and then he throws his head back, screaming as he comes hard.  I
welcome the flood of salty fluid into my mouth, continuing to work my mouth so
that I can catch each precious drop.

Orli's body is shaking as he pulls himself out.  "After you clean Viggo up, you
can come," he pants, looking above my head.

Sean presses himself against my back.  He then wraps an arm across my chest and
pulls the two of us up into a kneeling position.  My head lolls back onto his
shoulder and Sean seals his mouth against mine, our tongues chasing each other as
he sweeps out every last bit of Orli's come.

When Sean breaks the kiss, he looks at me with such raw hunger that I just melt in
his arms.  His arm muscles ripple as he tightens his grip to brace me against him.
The breath is driven from my lungs as he thrusts upwards, hissing as he buries
himself to the hilt inside of me. He pushed his pants just past his hips earlier,
and the material is grazing against my thighs as he fucks me into next week.  I
howl with each brutal push and gyrate my hips as best as I can, trying to bring
him off. 

My thoughts are scattering, and my awareness is reduced to my four senses...feel
of Sean's cock pistoning into my ass, burrowing so deep that I can almost taste
him; the addictive scent of our perspiration and leather; craning my neck so that
I can drink in the sight of his face in complete ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth open,
head tilted back; sound of me screaming until my throat's raw, sobbing and begging
while he fills me over and over again.

His thrusts soon grow ragged, and he slams into me once more, every muscle in his
body tensing as he climaxes with a loud roar. I struggle as Sean's cock twitches
deep inside of me.  My neglected erection is throbbing, driving me crazy with
need. Christ, I'm going to die if I don't find relief soon.  

While Sean is still panting, Orli pounces on me, kissing me hard and grabbing my
shaft. I lose it immediately.  I scream into Orli's mouth, arching back as my cock
jerks in his hand, coating it with my release.

I'm still flying high, soaring towards what looks like a white light, when Orli
says, "Put him down on his back, Sean."

Sean grunts, pulling me off his softening cock and jolting me back to reality.
I'm boneless as he lowers me to the mattress, floppy as a rag doll.

Orli gets between my legs, and he nudges his sticky hand against my lips.  "You
know what to do."

Somehow, I manage to lick his fingers, sucking off every last bit of my come.
After his hand is clean, Orli says, "You missed a bit."

Huh?  Before I can figure out what he's talking about, he pushes two fingers into
me, causing me to yelp in surprise.

I gasp, thrashing as he strokes my sensitized channel.  He pulls his wet digits
out and offers them up.  My eyes widen; is he asking me to do what I think he is?
"What are you waiting for?" Orli asks.  

I lap at the musky fluid, tasting Sean and myself. God, this is just so
decadent...so wicked, and I can't fucking believe that I'm doing it. Heat suffuses
my entire body as I finish my task, dissolving my overloaded brain into molten
slag.

Orli flips me over after I'm done and unties me. I stretch my shoulders, feeling a
bit stiff after being confined for so long.  My collar is finally unlocked and
Orli snuggles up to me, looking tired.

I pet his hair.  "I'm stunned.  You really outdid yourself this time."

His face lights up in more subdued version of his megawatt smile.  "Yeah?"

"Uh huh."  I look over my shoulder.  "Come over here, Sean." Sean hesitates,
looking like he's not sure if this is a good idea.  "Damnit, you heard me," I say,
"Just make sure that you take your boots off."  I turn back to Orli, ruffling my
hands through his Mohawk. Poor baby, he seems really out of it.

I hear a clunk, some cursing, and then Sean climbs into the bed with us, naked.  

Orli chuckles, "Problem with your footwear?"

"Piss off, you tosser," Sean replies, settling in behind Orli.

I lean over and kiss the tip Sean's nose, grinning from ear to ear when he
sputters.  He jumps on me, and I yell, fighting back.  One of us almost elbows
Orli in the face, and he jumps on the two of us, whooping at the top of his lungs.
We tumble around, laughing hard as we wrestle.

We finally break apart when we're all out of breath.  Orli crawls over to me again
and clings to me like a limpet. Sean resumes his former position against Orli's
back.

"I'm glad you liked tonight's little scene," Orli says. "We really pushed you."

"I'll say.  I didn't know you had such a filthy mouth." Orli blushes crimson,
looking so adorable that I have to kiss him.

"Oh, come off it," Sean says.  "You were infamous for your dirty talk in London."

Huh?  Okay, I still can't string two thoughts together. "Wait, you two know each
other?"

Orli laughs.  "Yeah.  I met Sean at a BDSM party before I first enrolled in
Guildhall, and we wound up traveling in the same circles after that.  Never
actually played with each other for some daft timing reasons."

"But, Sean...you act so straight and vanilla," I reply. Nope, my brain still isn't
back yet.

Sean pats my head.  "I never said I was straight, Vig. I just can't stand hearing
gory details about your vanilla sex life and those PDAs of yours are sickening.
As for being vanilla meself -- it's not nice to walk up to someone and announce
that you love being bent over and spanked, is it?"

Fuck, I can't seem to come up with a good answer to that one.  Damn.

We just lie there for a while, and my brain finally gets a coherent thought.  "So
Sean, why did you and Orli act like you weren't close friends before the
landslide?"

"That's because we weren't.  We may have talked to each other a few times, but
that's all.  And Orli faked not recognizing me at all when we first arrived in
NZ."

"Um, why?"

"Proper BDSM etiquette.  When you meet someone at a play party, you're supposed to
have amnesia about them in the vanilla world.  Especially if they're famous," Sean
replies.

"Goddamn, sounds like I still have a lot to learn," I say.

Orli looks at me and says, "There's always more, Viggo. But don't be so down on
yourself, man...you were fucking amazing tonight.  I thought for sure that you
were going to call your safeword when Sean did the humiliation stuff."

"And I keep telling you that you're too easy on him. I'm glad you took my cue and
built up on it, but you really don't push his limits," Sean points out.

"Wait a minute!  You've been discussing our scenes with Sean?" I say.

"Well, it kind of came up after the first time I topped you..." Orli mumbles.

"WHAT?"

Sean grunts.  "Piss off, Vig.  Orli always gets this particular little smile on
his face when he's got a new sub.  I just put two and two together that morning
and thought he could use someone to bounce ideas off of. Besides," he leers, "I
badgered him to tell me about your scenes once I figured it out. I've been dying
for the chance to get at your arse."

"You have?"

"Yeah, ever since I saw you in fight training," Sean says while licking his lips.

Okay, now I'm really confused.  "But...we were both free. Why didn't you do
anything?"

Sean replies, "Because I don't get involved with vanilla people, you daft cunt."

Okay, now I feel a bit insulted.  I growl, "I don't think I was that fucking
obvious."

Orli snorts.  "Viggo, you may as well have been wearing a sign screaming it.  Sean
thought I was nuts for hooking up with you after Jemma dumped me." He snuggles
closer.  "I'm glad you proved him wrong."

I run a hand down Orli's spine, making him purr. "I'm glad, too.  And I'm happy
that you were able to talk to Sean for ideas...today was something else. So,
Sean...will, um...you be coming by again?"

Sean leans over Orli and kisses me on the cheek. "That's up to your top."

I look at Orli hopefully, and he starts snorting. "Oh God, Viggo...you make the
*worst* fucking puppy dog eyes."

Smart ass.  "Fine...the question still stands."

Orli replies, "How's your schedule, Sean?"

Sean says, "I don't know...I have this bloody job where I have to swing swords all
day and get tackled by this insane madman, but I'm otherwise free."

"Deal.  I'll ring you up when I want to arrange something."

I try to stop a huge shit-eating grin from creeping up on my face.  I don't know
about anyone else, but right now, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

---end part 9





Author's Name: Lostiawen Fic Title: Boundaries (10/?) Email:
changeling@planetx.org Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/VM, SB/VM (implied) Website:
http://www.planetx.org/~changeling/index.html

Genre: RPS Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Aniron, VOLA, Lirimaer. All
others please ask.

Summary: The morning after.

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: Coarse language, genital shaving, sap.

Author's Notes: Okay, I just realized that the last few chapters have been PWP, so
I'm now back to the story. Hope you enjoy!

Thanks to Salix for her help and off beat humor.  It's her fault I started
mentioning the Hobbits near the end.

And many, many hugs and kisses to Elizabeth for her insanity, help, and providing
the wording for the Hobbit ad. *mwah* babe!

Posted Sept. 2, 2004.

*****

Hands and mouths are everywhere on me, touching me and setting my body on fire.  I
feel like I'm drowning in pleasure as hard flesh presses against my stomach and my
ass...

The annoying buzz of the alarm jolts me out of my really pleasant dream.  Shit,
work calls again. God, and I sure as hell didn't get enough sleep, my eyelids feel
like ten-ton weights.  And my brain is sluggish as all fuck.

Come on, you can do this, Viggo.  Get up, damnit; you've got people waiting on
you.  Ah, there you go...

I smile when the first sight to greet me is Orli's sleeping face.  His mouth is
slightly open, and he's drooling a little on his pillow, as usual.  Shit, he's
adorable.  And there's a muscular arm wrapped around his chest...

Wait...what?  Oh fuck, Sean's in our bed. How in hell did he...oh shit, now I
remember -- Orli invited Sean over to play last night.  Now that my brain's been
jolted awake, all of the memories come flooding back.

I swallow nervously.  In just an hour, I'm going to have to be working with Sean.
On camera.  Now last night doesn't seem like such a good idea.  Why did I think
everything was going to be fine and we could just work together as if nothing
happened?  How in *hell* is Sean going to look at me with a straight face, knowing
that he made me lick his boots?    

Shit...that's the problem, I wasn't really thinking last night.  Not with my
brain, at any rate.  And I was so buzzed after the tremendous fucking I received
that I probably would have agreed to anything.

"Bugger all, Vig...could you turn off the alarm?" Sean says in a grumpy voice.

"Um, yeah...sure."  Great, I was so busy worrying about Sean that I forgot about
the clock.  I roll over and switch off the annoying buzzer, noticing that Orli
hasn't moved an inch.

"Shite, I can't believe he's still asleep," Sean says. He shakes Orli vigorously
and says in a loud voice, "Wakey wakey, sweetheart."

"Grf," Orli replies and then buries his face in my chest. Looks like it's going to
be one of those days when he can't drag his ass out of bed.

"Come on, you big girl's blouse, you have to do your nails and ponce around."

"B'geroff," Orli mumbles.

I brush my lips against Orli's cheek.  "Wake up, baby, please? You have an early
make-up call." Orli growls at me and pulls the blankets around him.

Sean rolls his eyes and says, "Doesn't look like he's going to budge."

"Oh yes he will.  You just have to know how."  I start pressing kisses to Orli's
neck.  Sure enough, he starts purring, and he loosens his death grip on the
sheets.  I ease the covers away, leaning down to suck on his nipple.  I love doing
this -- his nipples are larger than normal, and I just can't resist wrapping my
mouth around them; especially since he always responds with enthusiasm.

Sure enough, Orli moans and presses against me, rubbing his morning erection
against my crotch.  I start grinding into him; squeezing his ass and keeping that
delicious friction up until his eyelids flutter open.

"More," he says.  His eyes are still a bit unfocused and his voice is low and
husky from sleep.  Thank God I'm determined to wake him up or I'd just fuck him
through the mattress right now.  

I kiss the tip of his nose.  "Uh uh.  We have to go to work." I hate to do this to
him, but we really need to get going.

"WHAT?" Orli yells at me, sitting upright and glaring at me.

Sean rolls out of the bed.  "I think that's my cue to take a shower." He makes his
way to the guest bathroom with remarkable speed.

"Coward," I say to his retreating back.  Shit, now I've got a mad, pouting Orli in
my arms.

"C'mon, baby...I have to get you in so that they can do your ears, you know that."

"Cunt," he huffs, still pouting.  "Bloody tease."

Damnit, I hate the idea of leaving him hanging, especially after all the effort he
when through last night.  I pet his Mohawk.  "Make it up to you in the shower?" 

"Hell, yeah!" Orli says before he bounces off the mattress.  Before I've even
touched my feet to the ground, he has the water running in our bathroom.

The mirror is already starting to steam up when I join Orli in the shower.  He
thrusts a bottle of bath gel at me and then turns his face into the spray.

Knowing exactly what he needs, I start soaping up his back, running my fingers
over his soft skin.  He hisses as I trace small circles over his spine, and I can
see his fingernails digging into his palms.

I bring my hand around, closing it over his twitching cock, and he lets out a huge
groan.  "Yessss," he purrs, bucking into my slippery fist.

I start jacking him off as fast as possible, hoping that he doesn't notice me
reaching above him to grab the lube from the shower rack.  Thank God Orli bought
some lube that can be dispensed one-handed.  I'm able to slick up my fingers while
his eyes are closed, although I get pretty distracted by the sight of his head
tilted back in rapture as I stroke him. Remembering that we're in a hurry, I slide
a digit into his beautiful ass and crook it.

"Christ!" he screams, clawing at the tiles. I add a second finger, and I watch as
Orli's movements grow frantic.  He shoves his hips forward, thrusting his swollen
cock into my hand before he pushes back to impale himself on my fingers.  His
mouth is open and he's panting hard as I stroke him inside and out.  I continue my
dual assault until he gives a final, violent slam forward and moans, his cock
jerking as his hot come spurts over my hand.

His body tenses for several minutes, and then he slumps in my arms.  Damn, Orli's
little display has made my balls turn a new shade of blue.  And now we're even
shorter on time.  Fuck!  How do I get us out of here?

I wind up multi-tasking -- simultaneously pulling my fingers out, rinsing my hands
off, and trying to keep Orli from falling over while I soap both of us up; by the
way, that's *not* an easy feat.  

"Man, I'm so dizzy," Orli says when he comes back to reality.

I skim my hand down his chest.  "We still have to get moving."  Orli grumbles, but
he finishes the job I started and gets out of the tub in a flash.

"Thank God I don't have to fuck with my hair," Orli says as he's toweling his
mohawk dry.  "My curls never behaved...they were always sticking up at these
fucked up angles in the morning."

I'm done at this point, so I turn the faucets off and pull the shower curtain
aside.  "And you'd still be the most beautiful, sexy man around."

Orli hand me a towel and says, "Only beautiful and sexy?"  He fakes a look of
disappointment.  "That's it?"

"Oh, I forgot.  Beautiful, sexy, *and* kinky as all hell. Better?"

"Better," Orli grins as he throws his arms around me and kisses me.

***

None of us had time to grab breakfast before we left the house.  Well, Sean could
have stayed around until his call time; but he wanted to run through some lines
with me before we did today's scenes, so he decided to carpool with us.  For a
crazy minute, I thought that Sean was going to show up in the Cuntebago in his
leathers, but he thought ahead and brought a change of clothes with him last
night.  

Orli and Sean are chatting away as usual, but I'm having a hard time looking at
Sean without getting flashbacks from last night.  Fuck, this is embarrassing as
all hell, I shouldn't be getting erections like a horny teenager.

Tanya is finally done applying Orli's make-up, and he bounces off to wardrobe.
Damnit, that means that I'm going to be alone with Sean for a couple of hours.

"So, Vig...how about those lines?"

Shit!  That's what I was dreading. How do I get out of this?  Wait, I have an
idea.  "Fuck.  I forgot to fax Peter some ideas I had last night.  I need to go
talk to him *now* or else I'll forget."

Sean nods.  Goddamn, that was a close one.  I don't waste any time in trotting
after Peter, and I'm very glad that my little ruse worked.  I just need some time
away and I'll be fine.

***

"Cut!"

Shit shit shit.  That's the sixth take I've blown.  Peter walks up to me and looks
at me with his usual calm demeanor.  "Viggo, can I have a word with you?"

I nod and we walk to the edge of the set.  "Is everything going well?" he asks.
"You're normally quite sharp, but you seem a bit off today."

"Yeah, everything's fine," I lie.  "I was just up late talking with Orli and Sean,
and I've been having some trouble sleeping."

"Well, if you need a break, let me know.  I'd rather have you take an hour out to
have a nap than get set back for the rest of the day because you're out on your
feet."  He claps my shoulder.  "I need my Aragorn to be alert right now; save the
exhaustion for the post-battle scenes outside of the Black Gates."

I nod at Peter and back over to my chair.  Orli's chasing Billy around one of the
mallorn bigatures and Sean's engrossed in a chess game with BK.  Thank God, maybe
if I give myself some space, I can concentrate and get through this scene.

It looks like the crew is still going to need some time to redo the lighting, so I
go for a stroll around the set, trying to convince myself to sink back into
Aragorn's mindset.  No... don't think about Sean making you beg...we're in Lorien,
the mallorn trees are home to the oldest, wisest elves; and the quest has already
claimed one of the Fellowship... the sound of my costume as I move, reminding me
of the creak of Sean's leathers as he fucked me...no, you have a duty to protect
Frodo, and Boromir is already suspect...Sean grabbing my hair and yanking my head
back to kiss me brutally... 

Fuck!  This is getting impossible!  I stop and brace my hands against a tree,
slowing down my breathing; focusing on the feeling of the air filling and emptying
from my lungs...

"Places, everyone," I hear Peter calling.

Shit.  Oh well, I'm as ready as I can get.  I walk back and take another deep
breath.  Here goes nothing.

All of us get onto our marks and I force myself to think of the man in front of me
as Boromir, the proud Steward's son and leader of Gondor's army.  I feel
conflicted about him, he's already made one attempt at taking the Ring for his
own, but yet...I can see the nobility in him, the honor that he wants to regain. I
want us to be comrades, even with my doubts about the race of Men.

Maintaining this frame of mind takes a colossal effort, and I feel a weird sense
of detachment when I deliver my lines.  In fact, it almost feels like it's coming
out of someone else's lips.  That's odd.  Almost like an out of body experience.

"Cut!" Peter says, bringing me back to reality.  "Excellent, Viggo. That's exactly
what I was looking for!"

"Cool!  Can we break for lunch now? I'm starving!" 

Orli's outburst causes a mass guffaw to erupt from everyone. He starts to pout,
and I wrap a comforting arm around his waist.

"You're silly," I say as I kiss the tip of his nose.  "And I wouldn't have you any
other way."

Orli gives me a megawatt smile and holds me close.  "Neither would I."

***

The rest of the week just flies by.  We had a lot of material to shoot, so none of
us was able to go home before it was late at night.  Thank God I'm used to being
busy, so the "get up, shower, go to work, go home, sleep" routine didn't bug me
that much.  

Still, this week was brutal, so when Sean, Orli and I trudge over to the Cuntebago
at the end of Friday, there's a collective sigh of relief as we flop into our
make-up chairs.

"Feel like grabbing a pint tonight?" Sean says.  I feel a bit of tension in the
back of my neck as soon as he asks.  What the fuck?  Thought I settled that with
myself.

Orli shakes his head.  "Sorry, mate.  Vig and I need to spend some time
together."  

"Hey, no problem.  I was just asking.  Are the two of you doing anything special
tomorrow?"

Orli and Sean start chattering away, discussing weekend plans. I'm not paying
attention though, because my mind is going into overdrive, wondering what Orli has
planned for us tonight.  Whenever we have a long stretch of work, he usually wants
to play hard afterward to blow off steam.

"Hello, Earth to Viggo!  It's time to go home, filthy human." Orli says as he bats
at my hair.

Oops.  Shit, looks like I spaced out again.  "Uh, right." I get out of the chair
and grab my jacket.  

"You're getting senile, old man.  Are you sure you can handle driving us home?"

I wrap an arm around his waist.  "You should be worrying more about whether or not
you can handle *me*," I purr.

Orli's eyes darken and he smiles wickedly at me. "You know I can," he says,
infusing his speech with a hint of his toppish voice.

Christ, I need to get home *now*.  I drag Orli out into the parking lot and I get
us home in record time. However, once we're inside, Orli says, "Vig, I want you to
sit down on the couch."

Huh?  Well, okay.  He's never started a scene that way...

Orli sits down next to me and looks very serious.  "We need to have a chat about
Sean."

"What? Why?"

"Because you've been acting bloody weird around him. You don't talk or hang around
him at all.  And when you *do* give him the time of day, you tackle the hell out
of him.  What in the fuck is up with you?"

All of a sudden, I'm hit with a flash of irritation. What is he talking about?
"No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have.  Cut the shit and think about it." Orli glares at me, indicating
that he means business.

Fine.  I run through all of my interactions with Sean this week in my head.  I
haven't...oh fuck, he's right.

Orli sighs.  "Bugger it all, I thought you'd love the fact that I invited Sean
over to play.  I didn't mean to fuck up..."  He bites his lip as he says this, and
he's twisting his hands nervously.

I pull Orli into a tight hug.  "No, baby...I loved it. I'm just having problems
dealing with Sean at work."

"Why?  You said you were used to open relationships."

"But this is different.  I mean, fuck, how can he work with me knowing about
the...things he made me do?"

Orli grins at me.  "You're being daft.  Sean doesn't give a flying fuck about what
happened between us that night.  As far as he's concerned, there's no strings
attached, and anything we do stays in the bedroom."

"I don't get it...how can he just separate that out?"

"Because he's played with some of his co-stars before, you silly sod.  I chatted
him up about that before I invited him over to play."

"You did?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, shit," I say, running a hand through my hair. "Now I feel like an idiot.
I'm sorry."

Orli snuggles against me.  "So, are things okay now?"

"I think so...but it might take me a couple of days to adjust.   Just make sure to
kick me in the ass if I'm treating Sean differently."

"Oh, I'm going to have no problems doing that," Orli says.  He kisses me on the
cheek again and slides off the couch.  "Now that we have that settled, strip and
get on your knees," he snarls.

Holy fuck, he's going to kill me with that sultry voice of his.  Trembling, I
undress and drop to the carpet, my cock already hardening as I bow my head.  

"Stay there while I get a few things," he commands.

Orli's feet pad against the carpet as he leaves and disappears down the hallway.
I soon hear him shuffling about in our bedroom, and I hear the sound of water
being drawn in the bathroom.  Hmm, are we going to fuck in the tub?  Or is he
going to do some temperature play?

My idle thoughts stop when I hear him approaching.  Since I don't dare lift my
head, all I can see is that his feet and legs are bare.  He closes the distance
between us, and a familiar cold, metallic touch snakes around my neck.  My stomach
flutters as it always does when he locks my collar in place.

Orli puts a finger under my chin and tilts my face up, allowing me to see what
he's wearing for tonight. Oh God, all he's wearing is a pair of tight red shorts.
I lick my lips, trying to keep my tongue from dragging on the carpet as I stare at
him.

He tugs me to my feet.  "Follow me," he purrs.  

I spring up, walking behind him and watching the firm cheeks of his ass move.
Those shorts leave nothing to the imagination, and I'm a drooling puddle of lust
by the time he leads me into the bathroom.

That's odd...there's a basin of water on the floor. Orli kneels on the bathmat and
says, "Lie down and put your arse on my thighs."

My cock jumps as I obey.  A myriad of possible scenarios tumble through my head
again, and I'm wondering which one I'll be subjected to. Once I'm in position,
Orli puts a firm hand on my hips before he reaches over to open a cabinet
underneath the sink.  He pulls out a can of shaving cream, and...oh fuck, A
STRAIGHT RAZOR?

I almost launch right off his lap, but he holds me down.  "It's okay," he coos.
"I know what I'm doing."

Yeah, right.  This is Orli we're talking about --I've seen him walk into doors and
trip over his own feet because he wasn't paying attention.

"Shh...don't worry, Vig.  I've done this a lot. And I've been practicing on the
sly for the last couple of weeks."  He strokes my face.  "I wouldn't ask this of
you if I wasn't ready."

I'm about to call my safeword when Orli looks deep into my eyes.  "Trust me,
please?" he says.

Damn, he's giving me the puppy dog look.  Against my better judgment, I reply, "Go
ahead."

"I'm applying the shaving soap," Orli says before his hand touches my groin.
Despite myself, I flinch a bit when the foam touches my skin.

"Easy there," he says.  "You have to be *really* still when I shave you, you
understand?"

I gulp.  If I want to avoid becoming a eunuch, I'll have to stop twitching.
"Yes."

"Good.  Now, don't budge."  He pulls the razor out of the holder and I have to
close my eyes.  Don't think about it slipping...

I bite my lip and dig my fingernails into the bathmat when I feel the razor
touching the skin at the top of my pubic area.  It slowly glides down, sending
light tingles through my body.

I noticed that I was holding my breath and I let it out as Orli continues to shave
me.  My heart's hammering in my chest as the blade scrapes over my skin, and every
inch of me has now become sensitized to the slightest touch.

God, I feel so open and vulnerable like this... I'm painfully aware of the feel
the heat of Orli's breath on my crotch, the touch of his silky thighs against my
own flesh, the coldness of the air passing over the newly bared areas; and the
hardness of Orli's cock, straining against the confines of his shorts.  Despite my
fears, my cock stiffens and starts throbbing.

Even though I'm sure I'll regret it, I decide to look. Orli's eyebrows are
furrowed in concentration, and his hands are steady and sure.  The amount of care
that he's taking sends another flush through my body and causes my dick to start
dripping pre-come.

My breath hitches when the razor comes to within a hair's breadth of my cock.  My
heartbeat speeds up as the blade sweeps down and around, but I can't look away.  I
watch with fascination as he continues, and my qualms ebb away; replaced by a
familiar, heady brew of adrenaline and desire.

Orli's finished shaving the left side, and now he shifts over to start at the
right. I try not to shiver with the realization that with each swatch of hair that
he removes, he's marking me, claiming me in a way no one else can...and I'm happy
to surrender it all to him, to give him my body, my trust, my heart...

Orli nudges my legs wider, and he tugs my erection upward.  Fuck, he's going to
shave my balls now.  The heat from his hand is scorching compared to the kiss of
the cool metal against me. I can feel the blood thundering in my ears, and I bite
my lip harder, almost breaking the skin. I'm dying of frustration -- I want to
moan and thrust into his hand, but I need to stay put.

I'm dribbling steadily now, and the fluid pools on Orli's fingers.  The razor
glides over each curve, each small dip, revealing patches of now smooth flesh in
its wake. He slides the blade up the insides of my thighs, maneuvering around with
ease.  Each small, light whisper of the razor causing tiny shivers to prickle
throughout my body.

Orli pauses and says, "Almost done.  Get up and bend yourself over the counter."

I'm quaking and my legs are unsteady as hell as I follow his order, hissing as my
overheated body comes in contact with the tiles.

"Spread your cheeks," he purrs.

Oh God, he's going to kill me with that voice.  I reach down with both hands and
pull myself open, feeling like a complete whore.

His fingers touch my crack, applying more shaving cream, and a small whimper
escapes my lips.  I'm facing the bathroom mirror, and I watch him position himself
behind me with the razor.  God, I look so exposed... so helpless...I mewl slightly
when Orli reaches down and takes off the last of the hair with a few swift cuts.

"All done," Orli says, dipping the razor into the basin to wash it off.  "Keep
your hands where they are."

I let out a loud sigh of relief.  Orli runs a damp washcloth over my crotch, and
my cock twitches as he cleans me.  Fuck, my skin is extra sensitive now, and it's
sending jolts right to my groin.

"Mmm, I love how smooth this feels," Orli purrs, running his fingers with the
lightest of touches over my denuded balls.  I moan and push towards his hand,
needing more.

"I see that my little slut is hungry, yeah?  Craving a nice hard cock to fill that
tight hole of yours?"  He brushes his fingers over my entrance, and I make a small
gurgling sound in my throat.

"Oh, please," I moan.  "Please fuck me, Orlando."  

Orli laughs.  "Such a whore, spreading yourself wide and begging me to screw you.
I love how shameless you are."  The light touch disappears, and I make a small
noise of protest.  I hear the rustle of clothing as Orli removes his shorts, and I
hear some more movement.  Curious, I look over my shoulder and I see that he's
reaching into the shower.  

"Eyes front, and don't look away," Orli says.

Flushing, I turn to watch us both in the mirror again, and the lust burning in
Orli's eyes sends a shiver through my body.  He pulls the lube out of the rack,
and he applies it with unhurried movements onto his erection.

Orli notices me watching him with rapt attention, and his lips curve into a wicked
grin.  He reaches down and wraps his hand around his glistening cock, fisting it
slowly while he watches our reflections in the glass.

I whimper in frustration, much to Orli's amusement. "Is something the matter?" he
purrs, tugging on his dick until a bead of moisture forms at the tip.

"Oh God, Orlando...please!  I need to be filled so badly. I need to feel you."

"Well, since you begged so prettily..." He starts to say, before he pounces on me
and slams his cock in.

I scream at the top of my lungs and arch up, but Orli doesn't offer me any
respite.  He rams inside of me with brutal force, sinking in even deeper than I
thought was possible.  

Jesus...I can feel his pubic hair brushing against my sensitive flesh, and now
that there isn't any hair in the way, the touch of Orli's skin against mine is
electrifying.  Every time he thrusts into me, each point of contact we have sends
fire crackling through my nerves. I push back, moaning with his every stroke.

"That's it, keep that arse spread open," he says, his voice thick with need.  "I
want to watch my cock disappearing into you.  I love seeing your pink hole
stretching before it swallows me up. And I have the perfect view back here."

He rolls his hips at the end of every thrust, hitting my prostate, and my moans
turn into long, full-throated wails. Orli's panting hard now, his full lips parted
as he continues to fuck me without mercy.

"So soft everywhere," he rasps.  "And I'm balls-deep inside that hot arse of
yours, pounding you hard. You'd love me to give it to you, don't you?  You'd love
it if I shoved into you so hard that you'd feel my cock in your throat."

"Oh God, yes, please!  Fuck me!" I mewl, meeting his violent thrusts.

He's starting to tremble, a sign that he's close. I squeeze him as hard as I can,
and he plunges in one last time, chanting obscenities as he climaxes. I moan as
his cock jerks inside of me, splashing his hot release deep in my body.

His fingers dig into my hips as the last shocks pulse through him.  His face then
goes slack, and he collapses, slumping on top of me.  Needing to support his
weight, I shift my hands so that I can brace myself against the counter.

Fuck, I'm so hard that I could explode, but I need to wait for Orli to finish me
off. Damnit, each puff of his breath is making me drip with need...

Orli stirs and reaches down, grabbing my swollen dick.  I moan in relief as his
hand moves with quick, practiced strokes over my raging erection.

"Come for me," he says in a husky voice, before he twists his hand and flicks a
thumb over the head.  

I cry out as my orgasm tears through me with the force of a hurricane.  I slam my
hips forward, spurting in copious amounts over Orli's fingers.

His hand is still moving on my cock as I drift down, milking me dry.  I'm still
dizzy as Orli nudges my lips with his wet digits. I try to avoid grinning as I
open my mouth and start sucking my come off his hand.

"Mine," he says before he bites my shoulder and sucks hard.  I whimper as he pulls
away, licking at the small bruise he left.

I clean off the last drop and I let my head almost fall onto the counter.  Damn,
I'm exhausted.

"Shit," I mumble.  My brain's too fried to think of anything clever.

"Brilliant," Orli says.  Looks like his brain deci