Making Amends

Making Amends

Posted: October 31, 2008
Title: Making Amends
Author: Elohir Mornedhel
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Sean/Viggo, Craig/Karl (implied), Elijah/Marton (attempted)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I make no claims regarding any of the people mentioned in this story. I'm just using their names and their wonderful faces. Any thoughts concerning their character or orientation are purely my own fanciful musings..
Warnings: Real Person, graphic depictions of homoerotic acts between two (or more) consenting male adults.
Beta: Mistress Minx
Author's Notes: This is the result of Wednesdayschild's rabid plot bunny release program. You can blame it all on her! Well, not really because the rest of it jumped out of my demented brain but it was HER IDEA FIRST! LOL

Summary: Sean attempts to make amends for the bruising he gave a certain elven prince's backside.

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"Nice to see you able to stand Elf," Viggo chuckled as he slapped Orlando on the shoulder.

"Me too," the Brit snorted. "Thought for sure I wouldn't be able to walk after hitting those stairs so many times. Not to mention having a bloody big Northerner landing on me."

"Oi, not my fault PJ wasn't satisfied with the first one," Sean called from his spot on the couch.

"It is so," Orlando protested. "You're bleedin' heavy! I'm black and blue on both sides damn it."

"The Royal Rump has been bruised," Dom snickered.

"The Jewels have been jostled," Elijah giggled.

"The balls have been battered and the butt has been bashed," Billy added with broad smile.

"And the hobbits are trashed," Viggo laughed as he took a swig of his beer.

"I mean it!" Orlando chuckled as he stood up.

Before he could really think about it, and before anyone could stop him, Orlando turned around and pushed the waistband of his pants down far enough to reveal the upper swell of his buttocks.

"See? Bruises," he pointed out triumphantly.

Sean felt his mouth go dry and his body tighten. God the little tosser just had to flash them didn't he? Temptation rode him hard. Since he'd come on set, the younger Brit had been the subject of his many nightly fantasies. When he wasn't drinking with the rest of the cast, Sean was out with the local ladies trying to drive Orlando from his thoughts. Even his nights with Viggo couldn't completely eradicate the man from his mind.

Now Orlando's pants revealed the sweet curve of his ass and the smooth muscles of his lower abdomen, taunting Sean with what lay hidden beneath the dark fabric. He wanted to know how Orlando tasted, how he sounded when he came. Damn it he didn't need to spend another night with a hard on.

"What?" Viggo laughed. "Do you want us to kiss it and make it better?"

"Gee Viggo would you?" Orlando asked, batting his eyelashes.

Two seconds later he was yelping as Viggo launched himself over the table, pushed Orlando over the back of the couch, and proceeded to bite the smooth flesh. Roars of laughter echoed through the room. The Dane grinned at Sean as he easily held Orlando.

"What say you?" Viggo purred. "Shall we teach this uppity elf not to taunt the Men of Gondor?"

"Aye that we shall my captain," Sean grinned lasciviously. "My King."

"That is SO our cue to leave," Karl laughed as he grabbed his keys and Craig and headed towards the door. "Night all."

"Spoil sport," Craig purred. "I wouldn't mind watching that."

"You'll be too occupied," Karl promised as he pulled his lover into his arms and laid a searing kiss on his lips.

"Mmm ok," Craig laughed, dragging Karl out the door.

"I think I shall make a more dignified exit," Marton chuckled.

"Could I catch a ride with you Marton?" Elijah asked as he hopped up from his spot between Dom and Billy.

"Sure," he answered then went to get his coat from the bedroom. He missed the winks and nudges the hobbits gave their compatriot. Nor did he see the wicked smile that graced Elijah's face.

Orlando dropped his head, trying to regain control of his body. His cock, pressed against the couch, throbbed with the beat of his heart. He shivered beneath the American's weight. Should he struggle? Should he act like he didn't want this? That would be a damned lie. He wanted Viggo. He wanted Sean. Hell he wanted them both. Now here he was, about to have one of his hottest fantasies become a reality. He couldn't believe Elijah's plan had worked... at least up to this point. He was on his own now though. He had to keep them interested, tempt them to take him the way he had wanted from the moment he set eyes on them.

Viggo smiled as he looked into Sean's passion hazed eyes. Somehow he knew this was what the Brit wanted. He'd seen the look in his lover's eyes when he watched Orlando. Now, he could give him this little gift. Truth be told, he had wanted to fuck the younger Brit as well. If he and Sean could do it together, all the better.

"Oy, the blood is rushing to my head," Orlando said.

"Oh but you look so good like this," Viggo purred, grazing his teeth over his hip. "Don't you agree Sean?"

"He'd look better naked," came the growled reply.

Orlando shivered at the tone in their voices. He tried lifting himself up, just so he could look at them, but Viggo's hand across his lover back prevented that movement. He panted softly, his skin tingling with anticipation. If he could walk when this night was over, he would be severely impressed with himself.

Orlando reached down, up, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Slowly he drew it over his head and tossed it to one side. The sudden feel of a hot slick tongue running up his spine had him arching his back and moaning loudly.

"He liked that Vig," Sean chuckled darkly as he practically ripped his shirt from his body.

"Damn straight," Orlando panted. "I've dreamed of this."

"You have?" Sean asked, surprised.

"So have we. Naked, aching for us." Viggo purred.

"Both of you," the young Brit murmured. "Hard, slick, touching me, fucking me. I want you both."

"Bed," Sean growled as he hauled Viggo and Orlando up off the couch. "Now."

"Aw Sean," Viggo pouted playfully. "I like the couch."

"More room on the bed," came the gruff response.

Sean pulled them both; Viggo by the hand and Orlando by the waistband. A small whimper of pleasure greeted the thrust of his fingers into the material. He backed into the room, grinning at them. Pausing at the foot of the bed, Sean turned Orlando to face his lover. Slowly he ran his hands down the smooth expanse of the younger Brit's chest, teasing his nipples until they were tight buds and Orlando was moaning loudly.

"Sensitive isn't he?" Sean chuckled.

"Very," Viggo laughed.

Slowly, holding Orlando's lust darkened eyes, he flicked the tip of his tongue over his nipple. The yelp their lover gave was his reward. When he latched onto it and tugged with his teeth, Orlando practically screamed with the intensity of the sensations shooting through his body.

Strong hands continued down his torso, teasing his flesh with light caresses. He whimpered softly as his senses were assaulted by the expert skill of the men around him. It was almost too much for Orlando to handle... almost.

Viggo lifted his mouth from Orlando's chest to watch Sean's hands against the olive skin of their lover. He smiled as those long fingers, ones that had intimately known his body, opened the button at the top of the dark pants.

"Do it slow," the Dane purred.

"No... " Orlando whimpered, his body shifting against Sean's. "Can't... wait... more."

"Eager isn't he?" Sean rumbled as he scraped his teeth along the luscious length of Orlando's neck.

"So am I," Viggo chuckled. "But I like to savor it."

"How well I know it," Sean answered as he slowly tugged the zipper down. "Don't know how much longer I can handle slow mate."

Soon the plackets were opened and Sean parted them, revealing the thick length of Orlando's hardened cock as it rested in the nest of dark curls. He licked his lips as he watched Viggo lean forward. He'd never seen a more erotic sight than watching his current lover, licking the cock of their new partner. The whimpers and moans escaping Orlando's sweet lips tantalized his ears. Watching those long fingers bury themselves in Viggo's hair made his gut clench and he wanted nothing more than to fuck both of them until they couldn't walk.

Viggo moaned in pleasure as he licked his way up to the tip of Orlando's shaft. Sweet, the dark-haired beauty tasted sweet and tantalizing. Swirling his tongue around the head, he moaned softly before taking the thick flesh deep into his mouth. Prepared for the action, he clamped his hands on Orlando's hips, preventing him from thrusting too deep and gagging him.

"Doesn't his mouth feel incredible?" Sean whispered against the younger man's ear, nipping at the lobe.

"Yes," Orlando answered breathlessly.

"And if I took that sensation away?" Sean asked.

"No," came the whimpering protest.

"Oh I think so," Sean chuckled wickedly. "I'm feeling a bit left out mate and that won't do at all. Get on the bed Viggo."

"Hm?" the Dane hummed, looking up the length of Orlando's body into Sean's darkened eyes.

"When he comes, I want to be buried deep inside him," Sean laughed. "I want to make you both come hard."

Viggo pulled free of Orlando's shaft with an audible pop, trying desperately to ignore the plaintive whimpers. He rose to his feet and took those sweet lips, thrusting his tongue deep and repeatedly. After thoroughly plundering the dark recesses of the younger man's mouth, Viggo stripped and climbed onto the bed.

Butter soft sheets greeted his tingling skin, adding to the myriad of sensations happening within him. He paused on his hands and knees and looked over his shoulder at Sean. A smug smile graced his lips as he wiggled his bottom.

"Are we playing Ream the Ranger?" he chuckled.

"Aye," Sean laughed as he brushed Orlando's pants down to the floor. Eagerly the other man kicked them off and to the sides. "Only we're going teach Orlando how to play."

"OH lucky me," Viggo answered.

"Oy Orli," Sean purred. "The first rule of Ream the Ranger is he has to prepare himself. We can't touch him in any way. Its best done from a bit of a distance mate."

"Does that mean I can't touch you?" Orlando asked.

"Well now... we've never played with a third before. What say you Ranger?" Sean smiled.

"Hm," Viggo answered then slowly a smile blossomed on his face. "You can touch anywhere EXCEPT your cocks."

"Thank god," Orlando whispered as he let his hands wander over Sean's thighs. He couldn't touch the hard ridge pressing into his backside, but at least he was free to move the way he wished. He hated being tied up.

"Watch," Sean growled.

Slowly Viggo reached for the bottle of lotion on the table. Keeping his back to his lovers, he poured a bit into his hand. Then, smearing it around his fingers, he rose up on his knees and parted his thighs. Reaching down, Viggo cupped his sac, letting his slick fingers tease the hypersensitive skin between his balls and his anus. He whimpered as pleasure raced through him, enhanced by the knowledge of his audience.

He heard Sean's growl and Orlando's whimper as one glistening finger circled the tight furled muscle. His hips bucked at the sensation and he began panting softly. Slowly he pushed past the guardian muscle, dropping forward onto one hand, his blue eyes drifting shut to savor the pleasure.

"Add another," Sean commanded after a few moments. "Open yourself for us Viggo."

The sight before him was almost too much. His cock tightened as he watched two long fingers disappear into Viggo's passage. Orlando could just imagine how tight the ranger was, how hot his body would be wrapped around his cock.

Hands danced over his body but Sean's eyes were glued to Viggo and his movements on the bed. The next thing he knew, Orlando was bending over Viggo. The Dane moaned loudly and Sean felt his body jerk in response. His jeans were REALLY uncomfortable.

"Ah ah," he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around Orlando's waist. Slowly he pulled the younger man away from Viggo's tempting backside. "That's not how we play the game."

"I'm not in the mood for games mate," the younger man growled softly.

"Three Vig," Sean whispered as he caressed Orli's chest, pinching and rolling his sensitive nipples between his fingers. "Keep your eyes on him. Elf."

"I want my hands on him," Orli complained. "And you."

"Patience," Viggo panted as he thrust his fingers slowly in and out.

"I have none," came the short reply. "Please I've waited so long for this..."

"So have we," Sean purred nipping his earlobe. "We want to savor every moment."

Orlando struggled for a moment and then relaxed in Sean's arms when he realized the Northerner wasn't going to let him go.His eyes were glued to Viggo's movements. He couldn't look away. The more he watched, the harder his body became until he could barely stand it anymore.

"Now Sean," Viggo groaned as he dropped his forehead to the mattress. "God, fuck me now."

"That's what we were waiting for," Sean chuckled. "Look at him Orlando. Isn't he beautiful? Do you want him? Do you want to fuck him?"

"Yes," Orli moaned.

Slowly Sean moved them forward, Viggo's whimpers and moans making his body harder. He thrust steadily against the buttocks pressed against him. The smooth skin caressing him. He couldn't wait to feel Orli's heat wrapped around his cock.

Eagerly Orlando climbed onto the bed, his mouth moving over Viggo's sweat slicked skin. God the taste was perfect. He nipped lightly along his spine before covering him from shoulder to thigh. Everywhere they touched, a fire blazed. Orlando gasped, scraping his teeth along Viggo's shoulder blade. It turned to a moan as he felt Sean's lotion slicked fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

"Let's ease the way mate," the older man rumbled.

Slowly he stroked Orli's shaft, making it glisten with the copious amounts of lotion and precum. Then, with a wicked grin, he guided the erection into Viggo's relaxed passage. Gently he ran his hands up the younger actor's back, skirting the nasty scar along his spine. For a moment he paused, staring at that one blemish on otherwise perfect flesh. He knew the story but he'd never seen it close up. It struck a cord somewhere deep in a place he didn't want to examine.

"Sean," Orli groaned.

Heat surrounded him, overwhelmed his ability to say more than names. Sean's hands on his back had him shaking as he slowly began to move within Viggo's welcoming body. His concentration narrowed to that sensation until he felt a soft wet lick. He felt a little sting as Sean's talented lips moved over his bruises. His breath hitched at the gentleness in the caress, a feeling of wonder moving through him.

"I've dreamed of this," Sean whispered softly as he slowly prepared him. "Dreamed of fucking you hard and fast, then taking my time. I've fantasized about watching you take Viggo, of him taking you, of both of us making you scream."

"Stop fantasizing and just do it," Orli growled, his hips pushing back eagerly on his fingers.

"Somebody do it," Viggo ground out.

"Pushy the lot of you," Sean laughed.

Positioning himself behind the younger actor, he gripped Orlando's hips. Slowly he thrust forward until the head of his shaft slid passed the guardian ring. A groan tore its way free of his throat at the sensation. He could hear Orli panted, feel his body shaking.

The next thing he knew, the spunky little tosser was pushing back hard, taking him in one fast thrust. His scream echoed through the room, making both of his lovers freeze.

"That," Orlando panted. "Is how I want to be taken."

"Demanding," Sean growled.

"Very," Viggo groaned shifting beneath them. "Someone had better move soon. I'm stretched and aching. My cock has been highly neglected and I'm about to explode."

"Slow later," Orlando commanded. "Fast and hard now."

"Pushy Princeling."

"Slow ass soldier," the elf shot back with a breathless laugh.

"And I'm still not king," Viggo snarled. "MOVE."

Laughter intertwined with the moans as Sean set a steady pace. He loved the way they vocalized their pleasure. It was a pleasing harmony of Orlando's moans and Viggo's dirty talk. The tight heat around his cock was like nothing he'd experienced with anyone other than Viggo. No woman ever felt like this. Each thrust of his hips brought them closer and closer, drove them higher. Soon there was nothing but grunts, moans and the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Shaking muscles glistening with sweat strained on the soft sheets. Viggo couldn't remember the last time he'd been fucked so good. Orlando seemed to know how much the Dane liked feeling his teeth. The younger man angled his hips just right, hitting his sweet spot each time, dragging the length of his cock along the sensitive gland. He was near screaming with the overloading of his senses.

He dug his fingers into the covers, lifting his hips to meet each thrust deep inside his body. He could feel Orli's mouth on his skin, nipping, leaving little love marks. Viggo felt the additional push of Sean's body. How could he not when they moved him up the bed? His cock pressed against the sheet, the friction just enough to keep him on the edge. But he wanted more. He wanted to feel the hot spurt of Orlando's seed deep inside his body.

"Close," Sean growled, his grip tightening. He was sure to leave more bruises. The one he'd left from shooting was impressive.

"Don't stop," Orli moaned, thrusting his hips back and forth between the two. The sensation was amazing, Sean's cock buried deep in his ass, splitting him just the way he liked and Viggo's passage clenching hard around him, milking and pulling at him. "Harder Sean. Fuck me harder."

Gritting his teeth, Sean moved faster. His hips snapped sharply as the tension broke. He threw his head back on a roar as he spilled inside the passage clenching around him. His thrusts were erratic.

Hot pulsating shots throbbed against his insides. Orli moaned loud and long, his body clenching around the hard shaft impaling him. He dropped his head, clamping his teeth on the firm muscle of Viggo's shoulder as he broke. Viggo's cry was music to his ears, adding to the pleasure swamping him.

"That's it Viggo," Sean whispered. "Feel him coming?"

"God yes," the Dane moaned. arching, lifting his hips to meet Orlando's continued thrusts.

"Don't waste it," Orlando encouraged, looking over his shoulder at Sean.

Raising an eyebrow, the Northern Brit caught the wicked smile on his southern counterpart's face. Pulling out of his slick passage, Sean guided them to their side. Viggo could take a notoriously long time to come though the moans and whimpers coming from his lips meant it wouldn't be long now. He hooked Viggo's leg over Orli's and then shifted down, wrapping his fingers around the reddened cock. With a wink and a grin, he took the straining shaft to the root, burying his nose in the light curls.

The howl Viggo let loose had him chuckling inwardly. He didn't have to do anything other than hold his head steady. Orlando did all the work and soon the Dane was spilling hot seed down his throat. He loved the way Viggo tasted, loved feeling the way his body quivered and shook as he cried out his pleasure. Swallowing rapidly, he waited until his body stilled before removing his mouth from the softening flesh.

Rising up, Sean placed a kiss on Viggo's forehead before shifting behind Orlando. He snuggled up behind the younger actor and then wrapped his arms around them both.

"God," Viggo chuckled breathlessly. "I knew it was going to be intense, but I never expected that."

"I've been well and thoroughly fucked," Orlando chuckled. "And I loved every minute of it."

"Enough to forgive me for bruisin' ye?" Sean murmured as he closed his eyes.

"Oh you're not finished making amends," Orli snickered as he snuggled down between them. "But that's a damn good start mate."

"I can't wait," Viggo smiled.

"Neither can I, mate. Neither can I," Sean smiled.

Slowly the three men drifted off to sleep, wrapped comfortably in each others arms.

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THE END

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