Posted: January 2004
Title: Double Your Fun
Author: Lostiawen
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: VM/OB
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.
Beta: Elizabeth
Timeline: Around Nov. 2003.
Warnings: PWP, HARDCORE KINK: double penetration (Otherwise known as a DP...if you don't know what that is, look it up before you proceed), bondage, toys, coarse language, fluff.
Notes: Okay, this one is completely Ani's fault. She launched the bunny and it wouldn't leave me alone. Blame her for this fic.Thanks to Salix for helping with the research! And thanks to Elizabeth for encouraging me to get it done when I started growling in frustration. *mwah* babe.

Summary: Fun and games in New York.

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Viggo smiled as he walked into the deluxe suite with the bouquet of flowers he bought earlier. He put them in a vase and pulled out his journal, knowing that Orlando was probably going to be quite late.

Keeping their relationship secret had been quite a strain at times, but it was necessary. He just wished that Robin hadn't insisted on throwing Kate and Orlando together so much in public.

Shrugging, he opened his journal and soon lost himself in writing. It was many hours later when a knock on the door penetrated his brain.

His heart leapt as he got up to look through the peephole. As he had hoped, Orli was waiting outside, shifting impatiently from foot to foot.

Viggo casually opened the door. Orli strolled in, looking as nonchalant as possible.
As soon as Viggo closed the door behind him, Orli pounced, knocking him to the ground. Before he could protest, Orli had cupped Viggo's face in his hands and kissed him enthusiastically, driving all coherent thoughts from his brain.

When they came up for air, Orli breathed, "Fuck, I missed being with you."

Viggo reached up and ruffled the brown curls. "How did dinner go?"

Orli replied, "Not too bad this time. Kate brought her friends, and I brought the hobbits, so I had an excuse for not looking interested in her. We actually managed to avoid each other for most of the evening, although I had to make a big show of leaving with her, which the maggots just ate up." He sighed heavily. "I really hate this business sometimes."

"My poor angel," he said sympathetically, stroking his thumb over Orli's cheek. "What can I do to help?"

Orli wound his arms around Viggo's neck. "Whatever you want to do to your slut," he purred.

Viggo's cock stirred at Orli's throaty words. It had pleased him to no end when he discovered in NZ that Orli had as much of a taste for kink as he did. He grinned wildly at the memory of some of the sets they had press-ganged into service for impromptu BDSM scenes, knowing that Peter would blow a major blood vessel if he ever found out. To this day, the two of them still couldn't look at the scenes in Minas Tirith without thinking about how Viggo had tied Orli to the throne and "interrogated" him while they were both still in costume.

Viggo rolled over, pinning Orli's arms above his head. Orli struggled underneath Viggo, making small helpless whimpers. His wide brown eyes were vulnerable and submissive, causing Viggo to burn with need. However, as Viggo leaned down to bite at Orli's exposed throat, his eyes flicked over to the bedside clock and he noticed that it was quite late. To make matters worse, he was still a bit jet-lagged and tired out from the reunion sex the previous night.

He groaned in frustration, but he was too aroused to simply call it a night. Instead, he efficiently stripped the two of them and tugged Orli towards the bed. He then stretched out on the mattress, pulling Orli on top of him as he rolled onto his back.

"Your turn to do the work, I'm exhausted," Viggo said. "And it's late, so it's going to have to be a quickie."

Orli stuck his tongue out before he grabbed the lube. A wicked smile played on his lips as he coated two of his fingers. Rising up onto his knees, he plunged the digits inside, his lips parting in a breathy moan as he prepared himself.

Viggo reached forward, using both hands to gently stroke Orli's cock and cup the sacs underneath. Orli rocked his hips forward, rubbing himself against Viggo's smooth skin. He paused his motion briefly to apply some lube to Viggo's rock-hard erection. Winking, he flicked his thumb once over the head before he grabbed the shaft and positioned it at his entrance.

Eyes growing darker with lust, Viggo shifted his grip to Orli's hips and looked up. As
Orli lowered himself onto the thick length, Viggo kept his eyes on his lover's face -- watching him tilt his head backward, eyes closing in ecstasy as he was breached.

Viggo moaned as Orli touched bottom, feeling his entire cock being surrounded by volcanic heat. He ran his hands over Orli's smooth chest, sitting up slightly so that he could suck on the already erect nipples.

Crying out, Orli placed his hands on either side of Viggo's head and began to ride him, plunging his hips down with such rapid force that the bed started creaking, seeking to bring the two of them to climax as fast as possible.

It didn't take long for Viggo -- the combination of watching Orli's muscles rippling as the slim hips bobbed up and down, the sight of his cock repeatedly disappearing into Orli's firm ass, and Orli's loud mewls tipped him over the edge. He thrust up and groaned loudly, spilling inside the shaking body on top of him.

As he shuddered, he felt Orli's internal muscles working, milking every last drop out of his cock. He continued to buck upward, finally collapsing down as the last quake rolled through his body. When his senses returned, he saw that Orli had remained in position, trembling and biting his lip in frustration.

Viggo immediately pulled Orli towards his face. Propping himself up slightly on his elbows, he rapidly swallowed Orli's cock until his nose was buried in the dark, musky curls surrounding the twitching shaft.

"Shit!" Orli yelled before he braced his hands on the headboard and began to pump his hips forward. Viggo let Orli fuck his mouth, humming softly and pressing his tongue along the underside as Orli plunged in and out. He suddenly sucked as hard as he could, and with a loud gasp, Orli thrust forward once more, crying out as he filled Viggo's mouth with salty liquid.

Viggo licked Orli clean and continued to suck on his softening flesh, gradually bringing him down. Orli's fingers scrabbled against the wood as he rode out the last of his orgasm, and then he rolled off to the side, melting into a contented puddle. Viggo gently coaxed Orli towards him, pulling Orli close so that the serene face was resting on his chest.

He kissed the mussed brown curls, basking in the afterglow. Viggo looked fondly at Orli's face, stroking the flawless cheek as he waited for Orli to regain coherency.

Awareness finally came back into Orli's eyes, and he pouted. "I was hoping for some kink tonight, old man. I'm really wound up and we've been doing vanilla sex since we reunited."

Viggo kissed him gently. "Later. We should get some rest before the interview tomorrow."

Orli sighed. "I guess you're right. But I really want to know what you have planned for me. I don't want to think that I've done all that training for nothing."

"You'll see," Viggo said, nudging Orli aside so that he could pull the covers back.

Orli protested at first, but he eventually relented, getting up to brush his teeth and clean up before he retired for the night. When he returned, Viggo took his turn in the bathroom; while Viggo was occupied Orli quickly burrowed underneath the sheets, noticing the slight chill in the air for the first time.

He had just settled in when Viggo emerged and chuckled. "How is it that someone so skinny can hog up most of a king-sized bed?"

Orli blew a raspberry and said, "Shut up and come snuggle. I'm cold."

"That's because you don't have any meat on you. It'll warm up in the morning and you'll complain that you're too hot."

"Hush up, filthy human."

Viggo crawled in, spooning against Orli's back. "Save that feistiness for the press. Good night, elf boy."

Orli yawned. "'Night, Vig," he said, falling asleep as soon as Viggo turned off the light.

***

Orlando's eyes fluttered open and he beamed when the first sight that greeted him was Viggo's warm smile. Sunlight flooded through the window, heating the room and highlighting the chiseled planes of Viggo's face.

"Good morning," Viggo rasped, his voice still husky from sleep.

Orli wrapped his arms around Viggo and kissed him passionately. He moaned as Viggo sucked on his tongue, feeling his groin tingle as they explored each other's mouths.

When they parted, Viggo growled, "I planned something special for you, slut." His voice now had a hard, commanding edge to it.

Orli moaned and his cock immediately hardened. This was what he had been craving last night. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "What do you require of me?"

"Stay here," Viggo replied. He walked over to the closet, reached in, and pulled out a large foam ramp, about 77 cm long and 61 cm wide. It was covered with waterproof canvas and there were leather cuffs attached to each corner. He put it down on the mattress and said, "Lie down on this and put your ass up here." Viggo patted the high edge. "Make sure that you scoot up all the way."

Orli meekly complied, feeling tingles shoot through his body. The ramp tilted his hips up, and he was able to comfortably bend his knees over the lip and rest his feet on the bed.

He gasped when Viggo pulled his legs apart, spreading him until his calves were draped over the corners of the ramp. Viggo then buckled the cuffs around his slender ankles, and Orli felt a thrill shoot through his entire body. He could never get enough of submitting to Viggo; the buzz shooting through his system from leaving himself so physically and emotionally exposed was as addicting and heady as an adrenaline high.

The motion was repeated on his arms and Orli whimpered as the last cuff was fastened. He was now spread-eagled, his crotch and arse completely open to Viggo's hungry gaze. He trembled, feeling his cock twitch as those ice blue eyes raked over his body.

"Please, Viggo..." Orli said.

"So eager," Viggo replied with a chuckle. He went over to his suitcase and pulled out a paper bag. Orli trembled -- a paper bag meant that Viggo had been out toy shopping. His cock jumped again as his imagination started working, trying to picture what Viggo had in store for him.

Viggo smirked and grabbed the lube from the nightstand before he slicked up a finger. He briefly slid it into Orli and then withdrew it.

"Please, Viggo...give me your cock," Orli whispered, knowing better than to protest the all too brief contact.

"That's it," Viggo said as he slathered lube onto his hard erection, "tell me how much you need it."

"I need it," Orli begged shamelessly, "I need you to fuck me so badly."

Viggo promptly knelt in front of Orli's legs and slammed in up to the hilt. Orli grunted, reveling in feeling the hard length fill him.

"You're still open from last night," Viggo rasped, jabbing him hard again.

Orli moaned and struggled against his bonds. There was no give, and he felt so vulnerable in this position. His eyes locked with Viggo's, opening his soul to his lover, losing himself in the relentless fucking he was receiving.

He swallowed a cry of protest when Viggo suddenly stopped. "Something wrong?" Viggo teased. Orli shook his head mutely. Answering meant punishment, and although he normally didn't mind, he didn't want Viggo withdrawing his cock.

Viggo stroked Orli's hair and said, "Good." He reached for the lube and coated his finger again.

Orli licked his lips in anticipation and relaxed his internal muscles. Sparks shot through his body as Viggo slid his finger in alongside his cock. He mewled as Viggo thrust it in and out, moving with delicious pressure over his prostate.

"Viggo, please," he moaned. "I need more."

Viggo chuckled. "You're such a whore. And you stretched yourself, just like I asked you to."

"More, please," he whimpered, groaning as a second was added. He didn't feel any discomfort, since Viggo had stipulated that while they were apart, he needed to play nightly with a special toy. It was a long piece of silicone that was fairly narrow at the tip, but it gradually flared out until it terminated at a width that was significantly larger than Viggo's cock. At first, Orli could only insert it part of the way, but after a month or two, was eventually able to take the entire thing.

He had been wondering for ages what Viggo had planned for him when they met up again in New York. Now he was sure that Viggo had been preparing him to take on a truly enormous dildo. He hoped the new toy was curved; the one he had trained with provided no stimulation to his prostate.

Soon enough, the fingers were pulled out and Viggo reached for the paper bag. Orli's cock throbbed and he relaxed his arse as much as he could. This was it; he was going to get fucked seven ways from Sunday by a toy that would make Viggo's dick look normal in size by comparison. He almost squeaked in surprise when Viggo pulled out a slim, curved dildo and began slathering it up with lube.

Orli glared at it balefully. That was a toy built for *virgins*, for Christ's sake. What in hell was Viggo thinking? There was no way he could feel it decently with his arse being as stretched and open as it was.

Viggo was pulling out of him and Orli squeezed his eyes shut and pouted. This was *so* unfair...Something cold brushed against his entrance, interrupting his thoughts. He felt a nudge and his eyes flew open, growing wide as dinner plates when he realized that the dildo was pressing against his hole...and Viggo hadn't fully withdrawn yet.

Viggo grinned evilly. "Now you're getting it." He pressed a little more, and Orli cried out as the tip entered him, just above Viggo's shaft. He felt Viggo slowly working it in, patiently applying pressure until it slid past the guardian ring of muscle. Viggo then braced the base against his stomach and pushed forward, not stopping until both he and the dildo were buried deep inside Orli's arse.

"FUCK!" Orli screamed. He had never been this full before. The dildo was completely pressed against his sweet spot, and each quiver of his body caused it to rub delightfully against the gland. His senses started spinning and he was beginning to feel light-headed.

He shrieked when Viggo pulled back and thrust hard, causing the toy to jiggle and press against his prostate. He saw Viggo reach down, and he wailed when he felt both Viggo's cock and the dildo pulling back simultaneously before both objects plowed forward languidly, causing his nerves to sing as they entered him, filling him to his limit. He moaned and thrashed against his bonds, trying to push his hips up to meet Viggo's languid strokes.

Pleasure jolted through his body and Viggo rasped, "You're such a cock whore, hungry to be filled as much as possible. I bet you'd love to take a toy just as big as my own cock."

"Yes!" Orli moaned, writhing frantically.

"God, you're so sexy...seeing your pink hole stretched around me and this toy..." Viggo batted the dildo lightly, setting Orli's nerves on fire. "Too bad I'm not flexible enough to lick your ass while you're like this..."

Orli whimpered loudly and pre-come oozed copiously from his dick. Viggo's sinful voice was rapidly destroying what little remained of his sanity.

"Viggo...please..." he gasped, "fuck me...oh God, fuck me, please..."

He cried out as Viggo obliged him by grabbing the dildo and speeding up. Viggo fucked him mercilessly, and the motion, the pressure of Viggo's cock and the dildo working in tandem was so dazzlingly good that Orli was soon thrashing and squirming against his bonds, moaning obscenities as his entire body was suffused by a wonderful bliss.

And then it happened. Everything turned upside down and a wave of raw pleasure hit him like a jackhammer. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and his body wrenched upward with such force that would have flown off the ramp if he hadn't been restrained.

Before he had a chance to draw another breath, another bolt slammed through him, almost sending him launching. He lost track of his surroundings, and all he could focus on were the powerful jolts crackling through him, each one building on the last, making Orli feel like he would burst at the seams if he didn't find relief soon. His cock bobbed in the air, moisture continuing to leak from it until a small puddle formed on his stomach.

His throat was sore from wailing when Viggo grabbed his shaft, his hand feeling cool in comparison to Orli's burning skin.

"Come for me," Viggo rasped, stroking Orli's cock rapidly.

"OhGodJesusChrist...VIIGG...!" Orli screeched before everything exploded as his orgasm ripped through his body with the force of a typhoon, sending him flying on currents of pure rapture.

The room suddenly felt distant, and somewhere outside of his perception, he was vaguely registered his hole brutally clamping down on Viggo. Viggo slammed into him one last time, shuddering and chanting Orli's name.

Orli continued to drift, feeling light and ethereal. A gravelly voice penetrated his haze. "Angel?"

Slowly, Orlando felt himself gradually coming back to reality. He was lying flat on his back on the mattress now, with Viggo snuggled up next to him.

"Hmmm?" Orli said, still feeling a warm buzz rippling through his body. "What happened?"

"Aftereffects of having an orgasm while you're on an endorphin rush," Viggo replied. "You spaced out, so I untied you and cleaned everything up while you were stoned." He yawned.

"Mmm, could use a nap..." Orli said.

Viggo nodded. "As long as we wake up in an hour..." His sentence was interrupted by a soft snore. Smiling gently, Viggo pulled Orli to him and drifted off to sleep.

***

The next thing Viggo knew, Orli was shaking him frantically. "Vig, wake up!" Orli hissed. "The interview's going to start in a few minutes."

"Shit!" Viggo said, jumping out of the bed. The two of them showered in record time and dashed for the elevator. Once the doors closed, Viggo ran his hands through his hair.

"How in fuck are we going to explain this one?" he grumbled.

Orli replied, "Leave it in my hands." The elevator pinged and they straightened their clothes before they walked out.

They found the room that had been set aside for the interview and Orli quietly opened the door. The reporter and Elijah both looked up at him. "Sorry we're late," Orli said, "We lost track of time while we were having lunch."

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THE END

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