Strange Bunny
Episode 2A: Karl the Shadow Master: Danger in the Dark

Posted: October 2004
Title: Strange Bunny, Episode 2A: Karl the Shadow Master: Danger in the Dark
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Type: FCS, RPS
Characters: VM/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally and completely AU
Disclaimer: All if this is false.
Author's note: This owes its existence to the anime Bastard!

*****

Legolas was bored. He hated parties where all people did was dance and make small talk. Though he had much improved in temperament since sharing a body with Orli, he was still a demon. He *wanted* to do something 'wicked', like having his merry way with Lord Viggo in the middle of the dance floor.

But sadly, such a thing wasn't possible. The knight wasn't here yet; he was still in the outer city, visiting the wounded, making certain the remaining defenders were prepared for another attack. The wizard didn't know why such things were necessary. Metaricana had him as champion now; his powers alone were enough to protect the city from the Demon Army. All Lord Viggo should be concerned with was pleasuring him and Orli.

Legolas' keen eyes spotted a figure slipping into the great hall. Oh, Lord Viggo looked positively yummy in formal attire! The midnight blue tunic complimented the man's brillant eyes, the shine of the velvet highlighting his sinewy form. Matching velvet leggings hugged his strong limbs tightly, leaving little to the imagination. Without delay, the wizard rushed towards the knight and pounced.

Viggo sighed as he found himself on the receiving end of a 'flying Legolas hug.' So much for trying to enter the hall unnoticed... He flinched as the wizard nuzzled his neck and rubbed their groins together. Legolas was hard as granite; the wizard was undoubtedly expecting to be 'serviced' very soon.

Though the knight was a brave man, the thought of sharing a bed with a being as powerful as Legolas filled him with unease. Every time he saw the wizard smiled, he could not help but think of severed dragons' heads and charred sorcerer's bones.

Legolas sighed as he sensed the man's thoughts. All those hours spent in front of the mirror fussing over his appearance were for naught. Instead of finding him attractive, Lord Viggo thought he looked scary. That's simply not fair! He hadn't done anything to deserve such fear, at least not in this new body anyway.

Unable to think of words that would put the man at ease, the demon purred, "I've been burning for you all day, Lord Viggo. Please don't make me wait any longer." He would show the knight with action that there was nothing to fear.

Viggo gulped nervously before forcing himself to nod. He was bound by his word to bed the wizard. Taking Legolas' hand, he said, "Come, follow me." He could only hope he would last the night.

*****

Viggo jumped in alarm when the lantern in his room burst alight at a snap of Legolas' fingers. The wizard could cast without even chanting a spell! That meant the demon could set *him* on fire too without warning. If he was unease before, he was terrified now; there was no way he could perform.

Legolas considered spouting some romantic endearments but decided against it. He was a demon wizard, not a poet. It's better to proceed as quickly as possible to the part where he could show Lord Viggo that he only meant to give pleasure. "Take off your clothes, love. Let me see you."

Viggo willed his body to move, shakily complying with the wizard's command. He trembled as the night air hugged his naked form. He could feel Legolas' burning sapphire gaze on him; he had never felt as helpless or vulnerable in his entire life.

Legolas took a long moment to admire Lord Viggo's masculine beauty. The naked man was so much sexier in reality than in Orli's fantasies! He looked forward to worshipping every inch of the knight's divine skin with his lips and tongue. But first things first; he had to help Lord Viggo relax. "You're so beautiful, love. Now, go lie down and make yourself comfortable."

Viggo reminded himself that as a knight of Metaricana, he could not let fear rule him. Willing himself to calm, he did as Legolas ordered. In an even voice, he said, "There is oil in the nightstand."

"Perfect," purred the wizard and moved to retrieve the oil. Lavender fragrance flooded the chamber as he opened the vial. Smiling in approval, he straddled his lover and warmed the scented liquid in his hands.

Viggo was surprised to feel the smooth glide of velvet against his bare skin. Given how eager the demon was to couple with him, he had expected Legolas to be naked and pounding into him in record time. Instead, gentle fingers caressed his shoulders, rubbing his tense flesh with slow soothing circles.

When the man didn't flinch in response to his touch, Legolas cooed, "That's right, love, relax. I'm going to take care of you."

Part of Viggo still feared the wizard, but he couldn't deny that Legolas' gentle touch felt wonderful. Expert hands kneaded his knotted muscles, soothing away the tension of the day. As his body relaxed, the man began to find the massage increasingly sensual. Slowly but surely, his manhood began to swell and harden against the smooth cotton sheets.

Legolas giggled in delight in the shift in the knight's mood. Lord Viggo was finally ready to play. Keeping all movements slow and gentle, he shifted and rolled the man onto his back. As his eyes feasted on Lord Viggo's glorious manflesh, he whispered, "I want you inside me, love."

If Viggo's brain were still functional, he would have been surprised that one as powerful as Legolas wanted to be claimed. But, thanks to the wizard's loving administrations, all he knew was that he was aroused and Legolas was beautiful. Incapable of making an intelligible response, he bucked, rubbing his hardness against the demon's lovely rump.

Now that he had permission, Legolas wasted no time in making short work of his clothes. Once naked, he fondled the man's arousal, slicking it with warm oil. He shivered with excitement as he positioned himself atop his writhing lover. With a triumphant cry, he sank down onto the knight's hard flesh in one smooth stroke.

Viggo moaned in pleasure as his lover's greedy passage engulfed his entire length. He pushed upward, burying himself even deeper inside Legolas' tight heat. Just like Orli, the wizard's body felt perfect, gripping his cock in all the right ways. Reaching out, he grabbed his lover's waist for leverage and began pumping hard and fast into Legolas' eager body.

Shifting such that the man's thrusts hit his sweet spot, the wizard began to ride his lover in earnest, moving in tandem with the knight, milking the invading shaft with his inner muscles. His actions prompted Lord Viggo to growl and pick up the pace.

The sexy primal sounds torn from the man's throat were driving Legolas insane with lust. Taking his own leaking arousal in hand, he stroked himself avidly in time with the knight's thrusts. Sensing the rising tension in Lord Viggo's body, he reached out with his free hand to tease the man's taut nipples. "Come for me, love," he gasped as his inner muscles gave the knight's shaft one final delicious squeeze.

The exquisite pressure was more than Viggo could bear; with a hoarse shout, he erupted within his lover's tight heat. Light exploded behind his eyes as the world began to fade; the last thing he knew was Legolas' breathless voice, crying out his name.

*****

Conscious returned to Orli at precisely two hours before sunrise. This had been his daily routine for as long as he could remember; he *had* to steal into the kitchens to fix Lord Viggo's breakfast before the real cooks arrived. He learnt not to be late the hard way; it was definitely not fun, being chased out of the kitchens by cooks brandishing rolling pins and pans...

But something wasn't quite right this morning. It took Orli's groggy mind quite some time to figure out there's a warm body lying beside him. His eyes snapped open, since he remembered very well what happened before he passed out from exhaustion. And lo and behold, Lord Viggo was indeed slumbering less than a breath away from him.

The young scribe pinched himself to make certain he wasn't dreaming, since waking beside Lord Viggo was one of his all-time favorite fantasies. The sting on his cheek told him this was *real*; he really was in bed with his hero.

Orli didn't know he had gotten there; but he wasn't going to question his wonderful fortune. Now, he was faced with the dilemma of choosing between staying to watch Lord Viggo sleep or leaving to make the knight breakfast in bed. He felt like a child in a sweets shop; both options were so very enticing...

Then, a brilliant idea came to the youth. If he was quick, he could do both! He knew Lord Viggo's schedule like the back of his hand. The knight rose at sunrise; he had more than enough time to get up, run to the kitchen, grab some food and nectar and return before his hero woke. The plan was perfect! He would have to forgo feeding Lord Viggo's horse, but the stable boys could take care of that. It wasn't every day that he was privileged to seeing his handsome knight asleep. With a face-splitting grin, Orli left his hero's bed for the kitchen.

*****

With a picnic basket full of goodies in hand, Orli bounced down the hallway. As he turned the corner, he saw two guards at Lord Viggo's door. He stopped dead in his tracks; but it was too late. The two burly, armored men had already spotted him. His instinct was to turn and run, but Elfie told him to stand his ground. The young scribe didn't know how he could confront two guards twice his size unscathed, but he trusted his imaginary friend.

"What are you doing here, boy?" growled one of the men, glowering at the boy who was infamous for stealing into Lord Viggo's rooms. While many witnessed the Golden Knight pledging himself to the demon wizard, few were close enough to hear the exact words exchanged. Most people did not know that Orli and Legolas were one and the same.

"I made breakfast," replied Orli in a small voice, wondering if he had made a mistake listening to Elfie this time.

A loud crash inside Lord Viggo's rooms interrupted the conversation. Overwhelmed with concern for his hero, Orli slipped past the big guards and burst into the knight's chamber. Standing over a groaning Lord Viggo was a man dressed in black from head to toe, his face concealed in shadows. The intruder wielded a katana; the sleek sword was raised above his head, ready to impale the fallen knight.

Without a care to his own safety, Orli rushed at the assassin; but unluckily, he was no match for such a skilled warrior. Fast as lightning, the man caught his neck, stopping his charge. As Orli struggled for breath, the two guards at the door rushed into the room. The assassin chuckled softly as he flung the youth at the entering soldiers, effectively bringing down all challengers with one blow.

Satisfied that his attackers were out cold, the shadowy figure turned his attention back to Viggo.
Placing his sword over the knight's heart, he asked, "One last chance, mortal. Tell me where your wizard is."

Viggo was not afraid of death; his only concern was the unconscious boy at the door. He didn't know why Legolas was now Orlando again; but he knew if the assassin were to suspect the youth's secret, all would be lost. He had to draw attention away from Orlando. Glaring at the intruder with heated defiance, he said, "I will die before I tell you anything."

The assassin let out a chilling laugh and flicked his wrist. His razor sharp blade grazed the knight's skin, drawing a bloody line across the man's chest. Viggo hissed in pain, knowing there would be much more torture to endure before the end.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Karl." The soft monotonic warning drew all eyes to the door. Orlando had risen to his feet; but his expression was blank and his mahogany eyes were vacant. It was almost as if he were still unconscious, his voice controlled by a mysterious force.

"Who are you?" asked the assassin as he pointed his sword towards the new threat. Viggo could hear a trace of fear in the man's deep baritone.

"I think you know. My sweet young apprentice will not forget his master."

The shadowy figure took a step back. "It can't be; my master is dead. Abigail said…"

"That prune will say anything to make you a willing servant, Karl; and you know it."

Defiantly, the assassin replied, "I don't believe you."

In a movement faster than the eye could see, the dark figure pulled Viggo to his feet, wrapping the man in his iron grip. "If you are who you claim, you will know where to find us. You have three days." Upon giving his ultimatum, Karl the Shadow Master and his hostage vanished into the darkness of the night.

*****

THE END

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