Deception

Deception

Posted: December 29, 2006
Title: Deception
Sequel to: Blackmail
Author: Lostiawen
Type: RPS
Characters: Karl/Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
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: AU, PWP, corrupt!Viggo and Karl, simulated non-con, cream facial, some violence in the beginning.
Author's Notes: Sequel to "Blackmail." This was originally posted on Viggo's bday, but I suck and I forgot to post it here. Of course, you could always consider it an Xmas prezzie...:)

Summary: On the Boulevard that night.

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While Orlando was leaning against the patch of wall he had claimed on the Boulevard, he mentally reviewed everything. Handkerchief sized tee and no-riders with weakened seams. Check. Nice slicked-up arse. Check. Condoms and extra lube, just in case. Check. Photographer in place to take naughty pictures. Check.

Now all he needed was for Karl and Viggo to show up. He looked out onto the street, gazing at a point in the distance. It wouldn't do for him to look too interested, since he didn't want to attract unwanted attention. Annoyance flared up in him when a beat up Cadillac stopped by the kerb, and Orlando hoped that it was just passing through.

His wishes were dashed when the window rolled down, revealing a thuggish looking bloke. "Hey baby, how much for a fuck?" the guy asked.

So much for passing through. It took all of Orlando's skill to avoid rolling his eyes upward. He did *not* need this right now.

"This is the only fuck you're getting, you wanker," Orlando replied before he raised his middle finger.

The john growled and emerged from his car, leaving the engine running. He stalked up to Orlando, closing the distance until there was just a scant millimeter between them. On instinct, Orlando ran an appraising eye over the guy : bulky, with a fair amount of muscle. He was also quite tall, with hair that was greasy and plastered to his head. Although his most distinctive feature was his overpowering body odor -- it sort of smelled like a combination of cheap whiskey, day-old fish, and the contents of a grease trap.

"Don't talk smack to me, asshole," the guy said, shoving Orlando back against the stone. The john's hand dipped into his pocket, and he pulled out a switchblade, flicking it open in one motion. To show that he meant business, he waved the knife in a menacing fashion under Orlando's nose. "Now, are you going to play? Or am I going to have to cut up that pretty face?"

A tiny smirk touched Orlando's lips before he gave the slimeball his response. He pushed off the wall with his foot, using his momentum to sweep the guy's knife arm away with his own. Before the john could even blink, Orlando struck upward with the heel of his other hand, aiming for the bloke's nose.

He heard the telltale crunch of the bone snapping. The man staggered back, howling in agony, and Orlando followed up with a quick leg sweep, toppling the guy to the ground and knocking the air out of his lungs.

The switchblade tumbled out of the john's hands. Orlando quickly scooped it up and pressed it to his former attacker's bollocks.

"Listen," Orlando hissed. "I'm on a very tight schedule right now, and if you bitch it up, I'm going to be very stroppy. And when I get stroppy, blokes like you wind up singing in the boy's choir for the rest of their lives." His hand flexed, causing the blade to cut through a few threads of denim. "Savvy?"

The john whimpered and nodded. Orlando eased the pressure a bit and backed off. "Now, scarper before I change my fucking mind."

The man wasted no time in complying. He scrambled to his feet, and jumped into his car as if his trousers were on fire. The tyres screeched loudly before he drove off, leaving rubber marks on the asphalt.

"Amateur," Orlando grumbled in disgust before he wiped his prints off the shiv.

He chucked the knife into a nearby rubbish bin, shaking his head at the absurdity of the whole incident. He hadn't been in any danger -- the bloke was slow as hell and telegraphed his moves by post. He'd seen much worse at Sam's parties. On the other hand, he still carried a scar on his back from tangling with an opponent whom he had underestimated. He had learned since then to never take anything or anyone at face value.

"God, was I full of shite then," he thought to himself before he straightened out his belly tee and resumed his stance against the wall. Adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, so he took a few minutes to calm himself down. His breathing finally slowed, and he started gazing at the traffic, trying to look as bored as possible.

A few minutes later, he saw Viggo and Karl's car pulling up. "Showtime," he murmured, before he put on his best deer in the headlights expression.

Viggo jumped out, rage sparking in the depths of his ice blue eyes. "There you are, you little shit." Orlando saw Karl following soon after, and he looked just as narked.

"Bugger!" Orlando exclaimed before he fled down the street. His long legs allowed him to sprint quickly, and he darted down a side street on his pre-planned route. There was a fence at the end of it, and he grabbed the metal links, boosting his lithe body up with ease. He was about halfway up when he heard the sound of feet pounding the cement just around the corner.

He tried to keep himself from breaking out into a smug grin. He had set plans in case Viggo and Karl had decided to split up, but the fact that both of them were following him together was going to make his life much easier. However, this wasn't going to be convincing if he didn't make them work a little. He went to work and shimmied up the fence as fast as he could, vaulting over the top and landing skillfully on the ground below.

He heard Viggo swearing up a blue streak in the distance, but he didn't turn around. He went over another two fences before he reached his goal - a deserted alleyway, one in which a couple of abandoned buildings looked into.

Well, supposedly abandoned. The business that had rented out that spot had gone bankrupt a month or two ago. Sean happened to know the owner and it had been easy as pie for him to pull a few strings so that Orlando could let Billy in. The two of them had scoped out everything, determining which windows provided the best visibility.

All of Orlando's plans were going to be shot to hell if the cops didn't speed the fuck up. It was looking like they needed a few seconds, so Orlando veered towards the building opposite from the one Billy was hiding in. Numerous piles of empty cardboard boxes were stacked against the wall, right under a dangling fire escape.

The muscles in Orlando's thighs flexed before he jumped up, aiming for the lowest rung. He deliberately missed so that he could give Viggo and Karl enough time to catch up. On the second try, he grabbed hold of the ladder, and started hauling himself up.

"Hold it!" Viggo yelled from just underneath him.

A split second later, Karl made an impressive leap and grabbed Orlando's legs. His bulk pulled them both down on top of the cardboard boxes with a heavy crash. Orlando winced slightly when they landed, since his arse was still a wee bit tender. Before he could think about anything else, Karl had clamped his hands around Orlando's shoulders.

"Where are they?" Karl demanded, emphasizing his request with a hard shake. He was furious as hell, and didn't bother concealing it.

Orlando pretended to tremble. "I don't know what you're talking about, man," he said in a small voice before he kneed the cop in the bollocks. Orlando tempered the force behind the blow, making sure to hit just hard enough for his purposes.

Karl yelled in pain and released his hold. Orlando wriggled out and scrambled to his feet. He was about to scarper off again, but Viggo managed to lunge forward and grab Orlando's arm.

The next moment, Orli was thrown against the wall, driving the air out of his lungs. He yelped in surprise when his arse smacked against the bricks, but Viggo didn't give him any time to recover -- before he could regain his orientation, Viggo had pressed the full weight of his body against Orlando's slender frame.

He tried to "retaliate" by flailing his skinny arms out, but he made sure to aim wide and leave himself open. It was difficult for Orlando to avoid smirking when Viggo took the bait. The other man caught Orli's slim wrists in his large hands, forcing them back before he raised and pinned them against the wall.

"The photos," Viggo rasped. His eyes were as cold as ice and it was obvious that he was barely containing his anger.

Nothing that Orlando couldn't handle. He turned on his best puppy dog eyes. "I didn't do anything. Please...let me go."

"Just like that?" Viggo said. He gazed over in Karl's direction and grimaced. "You're going to have to fucking pay for what you did to my partner."

He switched to a one-handed grip and grabbed Orlando's tee in his free hand, tearing it off in one motion.

"No!" Orlando shrieked.

Adrenaline was already surging through his veins, making his body charged and sensitive. He struggled against Viggo, knowing the effect that it had on both of them. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and something seemed to flick in on Viggo's brain. His eyes now had a mad, feverish glint to them, completely wild and untamed. Orlando's knees went weak at the sheer animal magnetism Viggo was projecting. He just wanted to drop to all fours, but he had a feeling that a little more fighting would drive Viggo over the edge.

"Let me go!" he whinged. He managed to brace a foot against the wall and he heaved forward, just using pure strength.

"Shut up!" Viggo growled. His muscles flexed as he pushed Orlando back against the bricks. The full contact caused their groins to rub together, and Orlando's eyes fluttered when he felt a hard lump pressing against his own erection. Lust flared hotly in Viggo's gaze and Orlando tilted his head back, exposing the slim column of his neck. An incomprehensible noise came out of Viggo's throat before he smashed their lips together in a bruising kiss.

Orlando tore his mouth away. "Stop!" he mewled, even though every nerve inside of him was on fire. His dick swelled even more, practically drilling a hole in his jeans. "I don't want you!"

"You're lying. I know that you're a complete whore for this," Viggo purred. He emphasized his point with a roll of his pelvis.

The choked gasp that Orlando produced caused Viggo to grin. "Say it," he said in his husky voice, each word just dripping with the promise of sex.

Sparks danced behind Orlando's eyes when Viggo's dick slid against his own, but he held back, biting his lip so he wouldnt answer. Changing tactics, Viggo bent down and latched onto the smooth skin of Orli's neck, continuing to grind and rub their erections together; never breaking his rhythm until a ragged moan spilled from Orlando's lips.

"What are you?" he murmured.

"I'm a cock whore..." Orlando replied in a halting voice.

Satisfied, Viggo released Orlando and unzipped his fly. "Get naked and prep everything."

Blushing, Orlando pulled a condom out and a packet of lube out of his pocket before he removed the last of his clothing. He tore the plastic wrapper off the condom before he put it into his mouth and dropped to his knees.

Viggo's fingers tangled in Orli's curls as he guided him forward. Orlando wrapped his hands around Viggo's arse and rolled the latex sheath on, swallowing Viggo's cock in the process.

"Jesus!" Viggo groaned, tugging harder than he should on the hair in his grasp. Orlando ignored it and flicked his tongue around, keeping Viggo distracted while he opened the sachet of gel and squeezed the contents onto his digits. Once the condom was in place, Orli pulled back and smeared the lube over Viggo's rigid length.

Once Orlando was done, Viggo grabbed him and he was slammed against the wall a second time. Viggo cupped his large hands around Orlando's arse and lifted up, bearing all of his weight. Orli yelped and tried to wiggle away, but Viggo thwarted the attempt by entering him in one heart-stopping thrust.

Orlando shrieked, feeling all coherent thought leaving him at the sudden, wonderful penetration. He wasn't given any time to adjust before Viggo rammed upward, jabbing his prostate with every stroke and filling him until he could almost taste it in his throat. Quivering, he wrapped his legs around Viggo's waist, holding on for dear life as he was fucked without mercy.

He lost himself in sensation, writhing and moaning until he could feel himself getting close. He arched back, his breath hitching in little gasps as tremors began to shake his body.

He whinged when the delicious thrusting inside of him stopped. "Who hired you?" Viggo growled.

Orlando just moaned. His brain was so fogged by lust that he could only focus on one thing. He tightened his legs around Viggo's waist, pushing down at a frantic pace so that he could achieve satisfaction. Viggo made a gruff noise and pulled out.

"No!" Orlando protested, trying to maneuver himself back onto Viggo's throbbing shaft.

Viggo refused to let Orlando go anywhere. "Who?" he barked.

Orlando squeezed out a few fake tears. "I...I was paid by an tall, dark-haired guy with a Slavic accent to get the envelope. I gave it to him."

"Marton. Shit." Viggo leaned closer and said, "Looks like Karl's recovered. You're going to pay for that shot to his nuts."

Sure enough, Karl had approached, looking no worse for wear.

"How are you feeling?" Viggo asked.

"Good enough to fuck his little hole," Karl growled. He pulled supplies of Orlando's jeans and wasted no time in unzipping and prepping himself. He then kicked the scattered clothes on the ground into a pile.

"Bring him down," Karl said.

Viggo nodded and backed away from the wall, still carrying Orlando. He pushed Orli onto his hands and knees in a none too gentle fashion on top of the impromptu cushion.

Orlando felt Viggo's rough hands being replaced by Karl's. There was a nudge at his entrance and then stars exploded behind his eyes as Karl slammed inside of him. Orlando wailed as he was filled, and Karl immediately started pounding into him, burying himself as deep as he could manage with each thrust. The sound of Karl's bollocks slapping against Orlando's arse echoed throughout the narrow alley.

"Stop...oh God!" Orlando moaned. Karl had found his prostate, and stars were dancing in front of his eyes. A long thread of pre-come drooled out of his cock and he pushed back, silently begging for more. Karl obliged, pumping into Orlando with abandon, shoving him forward with each downstroke.

Orlando felt as if he was going to explode. He loved being used like this, letting himself be taken as their little fucktoy. But his insatiable appetite screamed for even more.

"Please," he moaned, looking up at Viggo. "Make me your bitch."

Viggo's nostrils flared and the wanton, sinful expression that coloured his face made Orlando ache with need. At that moment, Karl plunged in, snapping his hips at the apex of his thrust.

"Ohhh!" Orlando cried out, loosing track of his surroundings in a white hot flash of desire. His fingernails scrabbled against his discarded clothing and he pressed his cheek to the ground, writhing while Karl continued to roll his hips.

His head was jerked up, and he was greeted with the drool worthy sight of Viggo's bare shaft hovering in front of him. With a soft cry, Orlando wrapped his lips around the head, darting his tongue in and out of the pre-come that was welling copiously out of the slit. He heard a strangled moan from above him and he gobbled Viggo's erection whole, relaxing his throat until he swallowed the entire length.

"Shit! You fucking whore!" Viggo cried out. His head fell back and he trembled for a split second. He then grabbed Orlando's head, rutting like an animal as he buried himself in the soft, wet mouth.

"You like that? Being filled in both ends? It's probably not enough for you. You won't be satisfied until you're covered in so much come that your skin will be bone white."

The husky words went straight to Orli's groin and he whimpered in agreement, trying to push against Karl while Viggo sawed in and out of his mouth. He ran his tongue against the thick shaft, savoring the velvety texture and the flavor. He hollowed his cheeks, opening his eyes to look up at Viggo as he nursed his cock.

Viggo shuddered and tightened his fingers in Orlando's hair. Orlando allowed his lips to curl into a wicked smile for a brief moment before he started humming.

"Fuck!" Viggo screamed.

The steady rhythm of his pelvis faltered and he pulled out, gasping for breath. He closed his fist around his throbbing erection, his hand moving swiftly over the purple shaft. It only took a few strokes before he groaned out loud, the muscles in his neck tensing as he climaxed.

Thick, ropey strands of come splashed over Orlando's cheeks, trickling down his smooth skin. He whimpered when Viggo rubbed his still jerking cock over his lips and he flicked his tongue out to catch the last few drops.

Karl grunted, and slammed into Orlando one final time. He bucked forward, groaning as he came.

Viggo leaned down and licked Orlando's face, cleaning his spunk off with broad swipes of his tongue. Orlando whimpered and pressed closer, grinding against Viggo's leg. He moaned when he felt Viggo's hand closing over his twitching cock. He humped the tunnel formed by Viggo's fist, pushing into it mindlessly; his senses spiraling out of control until he tipped over the edge, wailing as his orgasm ripped through him.

His head was still spinning when he felt moist fingers nudging his lips. He snaked his tongue out, lapping his release up with eagerness.

Once Orli was done, Viggo zipped up and said, "He doesn't know anything more. We have to track Marton down before he sells those photos to Bean."

"Sounds good to me," Karl replied. He pulled off the condom and tossed it to the ground before he tucked himself in. "Let's go."

Orlando's muzzy brain cleared just enough to realize that they were leaving. And he had nothing to cover himself with -- his shirt was in pieces and the seams of his come-spattered trousers had ripped from the vigorous shagging he had received.

"Oi!" he shouted. "What about my clothes?"

"Get new ones. You're lucky I don't throw you in the fucking slammer," Viggo said over his shoulder. He and Karl left the alley without even giving Orlando a backward glance.

When Orli was satisfied that they were out of the area, he waved in Billy's direction. He was starting to shiver when the door to the building opened.

Billy shook his head and held out a set of extra clothes. "Don't do that again, you almost gave me a heart attack when they started roughing you up. Training or no, two people is enough to kick your wee arse up and down the streets."

"Nah...nothing to worry about." Orlando said while pulled on the clean pair of trousers and shrugged into a new shirt. "Did you get enough brilliant pics?"

"Aye. Got your good side, too."

Orlando hugged Billy. "Awww, I knew I could count on you, mate!"

Billy sputtered and pushed Orlando away. "Ugh! Get off of me, you wanker! You're a mess."

"Cunt," Orlando said. "What, you don't like Eau de Manly Stink?"

"Let's just not go there," Billy replied. "You got what you wanted. You have more than enough to bring Urban down. Although you'll have to contend with his partner, you know; unless he can be bought off like all rotten cops."

Billy's words caused a flash of inspiration to hit Orlando. He needed to do some more research, but there was something about Viggo that didn't add up. He had a hunch on what it was, and if he was right, Sean would owe him big time.

***

Viggo was glowering when Orlando slid into the seat across from him in the booth. He crinkled his nose at the low rent outfit Viggo was wearing, completely at odds with the high powered clientele that normally dined here.

"Nice to see that you answered my call," Orlando said. This time, he decided to indulge him and dress a bit more on the posh side. "Don't worry, lunch is on me."

"Keep your money," Viggo said in a clipped voice. "I can afford this place."

"Probably because you made a nice bit of cash by flogging repossessed evidence," Orlando retorted.

Whatever Viggo was going to respond with was cut off by the waiter coming by to take their orders. Orlando let Viggo go first, since he usually took longer because of his dietary needs.

Once the waiter departed, Viggo leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Okay, what's the deal here? It's obvious that you're more than a hustler."

"Wondered how long it would take you to figure that out, man."

"I did some checking of my own -- you were *too* good at pushing my buttons."

"Couldn't help myself..." Orlando said with a smirk. "I know -- you're wondering how I got on your arse. Let me put it this way, I work for someone who you've honked off pretty recently and really shouldn't have."

An expression that was a mixture of anger and utter contempt flashed across the chiseled face. "So you're one of Sean's. Congratulations for pulling the wool over my eyes. Are you done bragging yet?"

Orlando shook his head. "I didn't ask you here to taunt you. I want to cut a deal."

Viggo's eyes narrowed. "If you think I'm going to squeal on everyone to save my own skin..."

"Loyal to the end. That's what I figured about you. Listen, I checked out your record, and you used to be a damn good cop. I don't know what went sour for you, but you've still got some of those old qualities." Orlando paused before he continued. "All I'm asking is that you help Sean clean up LAPD. He'll keep you and Karl from being swept up by the scandal."

"You can take your offer and shove it. You'll probably screw me over in the end."

Orlando glared at Viggo. "I was hoping to avoid playing hardball, but you don't leave me any choice. Help me, or the press will get these pictures."

He slapped an envelope down, observing Viggo closely when he peeked inside. He was impressed that Viggo maintained his poker face, despite the fact that the first picture showed him giving Orlando a cream facial.

"Do you really want your son to see what you've been up to all these years plastered across the headlines? I've got enough material to make it so that neither you nor Karl can work in this or any other town again. You know what they say, 'The only thing worse than getting caught with a dead girl is getting caught with a live boy.'"

Viggo gritted his teeth, his eyes turning a stormy gray as he radiated sheer loathing. "Fine, you've got me by the short ones. What do you want?"

"I want something solid on all of the dirty cops. It can be a tip off so that Sean can catch them in the act, or just something illegal they have lying around. But I want shit that won't get thrown out because of some technicality." Orlando's voice lowered to a purr, "And...I'd love to keep shagging you."

"That's blackmail," Viggo growled.

"The sex is purely optional," Orlando said, trailing his fingers up Viggo's thigh. "But it's bloody fantastic between us, yeah?"

A large hand closed around Orlando's and pushed it away. "You've got some gall if you think I'd get my dick within ten feet of you."

"Your loss," Orlando said, pulling a fag out. He lit the end, and sucked hard, letting his cheeks hollow while an expression of sheer decadence crossed his face.

He heard Viggo inhale sharply, and Orlando decided to go in for the kill. "I'll still bottom to you...be your little bitch. Use me, Detective Mortensen," he simpered.

When Viggo spoke again, his voice was raspy with desire. "There's a motel down the street. We're going there now."

He tossed some money onto the table and dragged Orlando out of his chair. Orli couldn't help but feel a bit smug. He was taking a big chance here, but what's the use of living without adding a little spice to the mix? He could've played it safe and just busted Karl and Viggo, but his instincts were telling him that he'd be just fine.

*****

THE END

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