Posted: June 2004
Title: Kingdom of Lust
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.
Warnings : PWP, light bondage, sap.
Notes: Believe it or not, this started out as a smutty ficlet I wrote for Salix because she was having a crappy day. Well, I started polishing and polishing, and um, it grew. A lot. Oops. One of these days, I'll write a *short* smut piece. Honest. BTW, I made up the name of Orli's second dog. Wonder if I'll have to make up a third after he's done with Elizabethtown? :)
Posted June 25th, 2004.

Summary: After a hard day filming KOH, Viggo knows just what Orli needs.

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Orli slammed the door as he walked into the villa. "Bloody fucking cunting hell," he snarled.

Guero and Feliz bounded up, barking with joy and wagging their tails as they both jumped around him. Orlando leaned down to ruffle their heads and he was rewarded with a multitude of sloppy licks. He giggled as he continued to be barraged with doggy kisses -- his pets always knew how to take the edge off of a shitty time at work.

Viggo emerged from one of the rooms and said, "Tough day on the set?"

Orlando rolled his eyes. "You have no idea. First, I kept whacking myself with my bloody sword every time I had to pull it out, Eva leaned in too quickly to snog me and she smacked her forehead against mine, no one could remember their lines, and I spilled Coke on my costume because I was talking to Liam and I forgot how to sodding drink."

Viggo hugged Orlando against him and murmured, "I'm sorry today was so awful."

"Ah, fuck it. I'm sure other people have it worse," Orlando said. "I'm still sussed that you were able to get a break from the junkets to stay for a bit."

"It took a little bargaining, but I needed to see you."

Orlando pressed his forehead against Viggo's chest. "Mmm, and I'm glad. God, I'm so knackered, I don't think I can do anything other than sleep."

"Too exhausted for one of my special treats?" Viggo purred, running his fingers through Orlando's hair.

Orli felt his jeans getting tight at the throaty suggestion. "Uh...not *that* tired," he said.

"Good. Go get naked and wait for me in bed."

Orli felt a surge of energy hit his limbs and he scampered off to the bedroom. Feliz and Guero followed close on his heels, sensing their master's new enthusiasm.

Orlando screeched to a halt at the sound of dog toenails tapping against the floor. He turned around and said in a stern voice, "Oh no, you don't. Go into the other room, I'm not having you two follow me to bed so that you can 'help' Papa when the shagging starts." Two sets of wide, dark eyes stared at him, pleading.

Orlando groaned. "Oh, come off it...that shit doesn't work on me and you know it. I mastered that look before your grandfathers were even born."

Feliz and Guero whinged, drooping their ears and looking even more pitiful. "Bugger..." Orli said, feeling like the crappiest parent in the world. He was about to apologize and let them have their way when a stern voice cut through the air.

"Feliz, Guero! Go into the room!" Viggo commanded. "Go!" The two dogs trotted off, wagging their tails.

Viggo was carrying a full goblet and a bowl. He gazed at Orli and sighed, "You really shouldn't let them run over you like that."

Orli turned on *his* puppy dog eyes. "But Vig..." he said, "they looked so sad, and you're much better at giving orders than I am..."

Viggo said hastily, "Shit...okay, I give. I'll stay on as alpha dog. Now, can we get back to business and let me spoil you?"

Orli's face split open in a megawatt smile. "Of course. Hit me with it, lover."

Viggo held out the glass in his hands. "Your port, sir."

Orli took the large goblet and chugged almost all of the alcohol, wondering why Viggo had filled it to the brim. "Ahhh," he mumbled as warmth suffused his body.

"You should get naked," Viggo said, his words almost a throaty rasp. Orli noticed for the first time that the bowl Viggo was holding contained a small amount of oil. He grinned again...Viggo gave the best massages.

"Excellent idea, old man," Orli said. He handed his port back to Viggo and trotted into the bedroom. Once he reached his destination, he wasted no time in stripping off his clothes and flopping face down onto the bed, flinging his arms and legs out into an overexaggerated spread-eagled position.

He heard the pad of Viggo's feet moments later. There was a small pause before Viggo chuckled, "Orli, this is a backrub, not a human sacrifice."

Orli pouted, even though he knew Viggo couldn't see it. "You're no fun."

He straightened out, hearing a small clink as Viggo set the port down on the nightstand. The sound of clothing being removed soon followed it, and Orlando tried to avoid drooling in anticipation.

He started vibrating, impatient for Viggo's touch. After what seemed like an eternity to him, the mattress dipped, and Orli felt Viggo sitting down on his arse, with just the barest touch of pressure. Orlando murmured and pushed his bum up a little, rubbing himself against Viggo.

"Settle down," Viggo growled.

"Yes, sir," Orlando said in a small voice. He made an appreciative sound when a drizzle of heated oil splashed on his skin the next moment. The scent of vanilla wafted up, tickling his nostrils with its warm, sensuous perfume.

A small rumble issued from Orli's lips. "Oh, that's good..."

"Shush," Viggo said, speaking in low, soothing tones. "Just focus on your breathing...let the day go...relax..." The big hands pressed down on the base of Orli's spine with only the slightest of force. They traveled up at an unhurried pace, beginning to loosen the knots in Orlando's back. Orlando made small appreciative growls, enjoying every moment. He sighed as Viggo skimmed his hands over to his tight shoulders, rubbing them with diligent patience.

Orli hummed in contentment, letting Viggo work his magic. Viggo homed in on the areas where Orli stored his tension, focusing his efforts on them. Orlando purred as Viggo exerted pressure on those spots, forcing the muscles to tire and release. As each little knot dissolved, Orlando let himself forget about everything, about the fact that his career was riding on this role, about the hitches in production and missed cues; all his worries faded away, and he just lost himself in the sure touch of Viggo's hands.

Viggo was now working near his scar, kneading away with deliberate motions, coaxing the tense muscles to ease up. Orlando took deep breaths, relaxing into what would normally be an almost painful amount of force. The tension unraveled, and he felt a warm buzz traveling through his entire body.

"Ohhh God," Orlando said in a low, sensual moan. He suppressed a giggle when he felt Viggo's hard length prodding his buttock in response.

"Viggo, do you want to..."

"Shh," Viggo replied. "Let me take care of everything."

Orlando wanted to complain, but Viggo's ministrations had melted him into a contented puddle. He let out a gusty sigh, happy to let Viggo take the reins...after his long day, it was nice to have someone else be in charge.

Another drizzle of warm oil hit his back and Orli let out a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a mewl. His low croon of approval turned into a squeak when he felt Viggo's chest pressing against his back.

Viggo grabbed Orli's wrists and pinned them above his head. "Stay still," he rasped. "If you behave, I'll give you a good fucking."

Oh, holy hell, Orli thought, the sinful words shocking him out of his zen-like, blissful state. The sudden switch in Viggo's demeanor caught him by surprise, and he whimpered as lust flooded through his system like a tidal wave, overwhelming him and rendering him painfully hard.

He tried to arch up, but the strong arms kept him immobilized. Before he could protest Viggo started undulating against his back, slicking the oil on both of them. "That's what you want, don't you? My hard cock filling your tight little ass?" he purred, his voice dripping with decadence as his hips rotated in slow circles over Orli's arse.

The husky tones sent a bolt of desire shooting straight to Orli's groin. He nodded his head, his ability to think or speak in a coherent fashion eroding as Viggo's body caressed his, slippery flesh gliding against his own.

Viggo's hard cock rubbed in his cleft, taunting him. Orli mewled, biting his lip to keep his hips from rising up, heat flushing through him as he fought the urge to impale himself on Viggo's length.

The sweet torture stopped for a moment, and Orli whinged when the pressure on his wrists ceased. He noticed Viggo rolling off of him, reaching over his body to place the bowl on the nightstand.

"Turn over," Viggo said. Orli complied, and he grinned when he saw Viggo reaching below the bed. His lover pulled out the toy box with a flourish and popped it open. He then produced a set of lined leather cuffs and a sash, gazing at Orlando with an expression that was pure animal need.

Orli's breath hitched as he lost himself in the hungry gaze. Viggo strapped his wrists into the restraints, and Orlando shivered as the fake fur brushed over his skin. With efficient, compact movements, Viggo tied the sash to the headboard, and clipped the cuffs to the piece of cloth.

"You can move now," Viggo said in a throaty voice. He plucked the forgotten glass from its perch on the nightstand and drained the contents. Bending over, he brushed his mouth against Orli's, hovering scant centimeters above his lips.

Orlando opened, and Viggo followed suit, letting the port spill down into Orli's waiting mouth. When the last drop had trickled out, Viggo closed the distance, sealing their lips together; his long tongue gliding and tangling with Orlando's as he lapped up the sweet alcohol.

The tender assault caused Orlando to moan and press up. Every fibre of his being ached to meld against his lover's body, his brain scattering as the mingled taste of port and Viggo danced across his taste buds. On instinct, he tried to reach for the tawny chest above him, only to find his efforts thwarted by his bonds.

His head spun as Viggo continued to explore his mouth, making him burn with longing. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally broke apart, gasping for air. Viggo swiped his tongue over Orli's lips, cleaning off the last bits of port; his blue eyes were feverish as he picked up the bowl of oil.

Tipping the dish carefully, Viggo splashed the rest of the warm liquid onto Orli's chest. While Orlando was still squirming, Viggo grabbed the slim hips, moulding their bodies together, and rubbed against Orli with a sinuous, languid motion. A light sheen of perspiration covered both of them, mingling with the oil and causing their skin to gleam.

Orli mewled, his synapses frying as Viggo's muscled body slid against his own. He moaned when Viggo's hard cock glided across his erection, leaving a trail of moisture on his aching flesh. The scent of vanilla and sex permeated the air, and he tugged on his bonds, craving more.

Viggo pressed his lips against Orli's neck and murmured, "Tell me what you want." He began sucking on the sensitive hollow and Orli cried out, unable to make his tongue work.

Bastard, Orli thought. Viggo knew that he couldn't talk while he was aroused. The unhurried, slick caresses continued -- soft hair grazing over his peaked, sensitized nipples, over his sun tattoo, brushing over his cock. Each motion driving Orlando into a complete frenzy.

His tongue was thick and heavy when he managed to gasp out, "Your cock...need it...", only to have his sentence dissolve into a long drawn out moan as Viggo writhed on top of him, grinding their cocks together in a tantalizing dance.

"Viggo, please!" Orlando whimpered.

Grinning in triumph, Viggo kissed Orlando and rolled off. He parted the slim legs, positioning himself between them. Orlando's breath caught when he felt Viggo's oiled finger nudging his entrance. Vibrating with eagerness, Orli licked his lips and pushed down.

"Always impatient," Viggo laughed, circling the tip of his finger around the tiny opening.

Orlando growled, wishing that he could find his voice and curse. His wordless protest turned into a soft cry when Viggo finally pushed the slick digit in.

"Christ, you're always so tight," Viggo cooed, stroking Orlando inside. Orlando moaned in agreement, moving his hips so that he could fuck himself on Viggo's finger, hungering for more.

After far too short a time, Viggo pulled out, leaving Orlando feeling empty. He protested, making small, incoherent noises, hoping that Viggo would hurry the hell up and shag him already.

Another coil of fire started twisting in Orlando's groin when Viggo tugged on his slim legs, pressing a kiss to each ankle before draping the wiry limbs over his shoulders. He felt Viggo's cock nudging against his entrance, and he looked at Viggo, pouring all of his need into a silent plea.

He cried out as he was breached with one long, deliberate stroke. Tingles shot through him, traveling down to his toes and all the way up to his scalp. Viggo continued his almost frictionless slide in, hissing in pleasure when he touched bottom.

Orlando quivered, every muscle taut and electrified. A choked cry spilled from his throat when Viggo began pulling back at the same languid speed. Orlando sucked in a breath when Viggo paused at the top of his reverse stroke, feeling his internal muscles squeezing the head of Viggo's cock, clutching at it. His cry dissolved into a moan when Viggo pushed back in, not breaking the pace he had established.

Orlando thrashed against the cuffs, whinging in frustration. He wanted to push down, but he had no leverage in this position. He was powerless to do anything but surrender to the unhurried thrusts brushing against his sweet spot, thrusts that made him tremble down to the core of his being. He arched up, wanting, craving more. Viggo ignored him...he seemed to be content with drawing their lovemaking out, causing Orli to grind his teeth. He wanted a good rogering, and he wanted it *now*.

Viggo, however, had other plans. "I'd love to take a picture of you right now," he said, the huskiness of his voice driving Orlando even more frantic with lust. "Body slick with sweat, oiled muscles gleaming in the fading light, bound and willingly helpless...perfect." He delivered another languorous stroke. "Although I'm sure that if you had your arms free, you'd be spreading yourself open, begging me to fill you with my cock; utterly shameless and hungry for more."

Oh, fucking Christ. The man was trying to kill him. Orlando made a pitiful noise, his senses overwhelmed. The slow penetration kept him skirting on the razor's edge of pleasure, but denied him anything else. And he was yearning for Viggo to move faster, fuck him harder, anything...anything to quench the flames burning within him.

Viggo leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Orli's ear. "Tell me what you need, Orlando," he whispered, adding in another delicious, torturous thrust from his cock to punctuate his sentence.

Orlando's thoughts were filled with a number of vile curses, but they dissolved when he felt Viggo sliding inside of him. Viggo continued moving, each leisurely stroke driving him mad. Fighting with himself, Orlando tried to make his traitorous vocal cords work. His first attempts failed -- every slow glide of Viggo's cock destroyed his concentration, scattered his thoughts as soon as they formed.

Growling, Orlando centered his thoughts, making a supreme effort to ignore the spikes of delight shooting through his body. "Fuck me," he managed to gasp, his voice almost inaudible.

"Hmm, what?" Viggo replied, the smooth thrust of his cock stretching and filling Orli again. Orlando wanted to shout at the top of his lungs in anger, wanted to curse Viggo for being such a fucking bastard.

His mouth opened and closed without a sound as Viggo continued to plunge in, drawing every stroke out, until every centimeter of Orlando's body was thrumming, crying out for relief. Something sparked within him, then, and the floodgates opened.

"Fuck me, goddamnit!" Orlando sobbed out. "Give it to me hard, you tos...ohhh Christ!" He screamed out the last syllables as Viggo plunged into him brutally in response.

Orlando noticed the voracious flare in those blue eyes at his broken words. Encouraged, he said with a throaty growl, "That's it...fuck me into the mattress. I want to feel it tomorrow." He emphasized his demands with a squeeze from his internal muscles.

Orlando grinned in triumph when the hungry look in Viggo's gaze deepened in a wild, feral need. He gripped the hard length again, flexing around it for all he was worth.

"Move!" Orli barked. He moaned when Viggo began pistoning inside of him -- a deep, throaty cry of approval at getting what he had desired all night.

But still, it wasn't enough. He needed more. "Yeah, that's it," Orlando said, the words coming
with ridiculous ease now, "Harder...harder!"

"Goddamn..." Viggo whispered before he grabbed Orli's pelvis in an iron grip. Whatever control he had crumbled away, and he pounded into Orlando in earnest, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh barely drowned out by Orli's keens.

Orlando howled as Viggo impaled him on his cock; deep, hard strokes that made him wail at the top of his lungs; thrusts that burrowed into him so deep that he could almost feel it in his mouth. Jolts crackled through Orli's body as he writhed, struggling against the cuffs. Moisture was leaking in copious amounts from his cock, and he quivered, scant moments from release.

He moaned in relief when Viggo's hand grasped his throbbing erection. "Come for me," Viggo purred, his hand blurring as he stroked Orli in time to his frantic thrusts. He flicked a thumb over the tip and squeezed.

"Oh God...VIGGO, FUCK!" Orli shrieked at the top of his lungs. He bucked upward, shuddering as his orgasm rocked through his body, spurting hot liquid over Viggo's hand.

While he was still shaking, Viggo's thrusts grew ragged. "That's it, fill me with your hot spunk," Orlando crooned, trying to coax his lover over the edge. "I want to feel your cock jerk inside of me...want to feel it throbbing when you come."

With a shout, Viggo slammed into him one last time, crying out Orli's name as he climaxed. Orlando smiled as the shocks rolled through Viggo, lost in the beautiful sight of his lover finding his release. Every one of Viggo's taut muscles stood out in bold relief, glistening in the evening light as he arched back, mouth open and panting. A final tremble passed through him and he abruptly slumped forward, collapsing on top of Orlando in a boneless heap.

Orlando purred in contentment, wishing that he could pull Viggo close to him. The two of them just lay there; breaths mingling, savoring the afterglow.

"Ummm, Viggo? Let me out?" Orlando finally said, breaking the silence.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry," Viggo said, reaching up to unfasten Orli's restraints.

Once his wrists were released, Orli threw his arms around Viggo and hugged him. "Mmm, I love your treats. Even if you were mean to me this time."

"I wanted to hear your voice while we were fucking," Viggo replied. "You really should listen to yourself, it's sinful as all hell."

Orli snorted. "Like anyone would pay me to talk dirty to them. I think I'd make a shitty phone sex operator."

"You'd be great. Besides, I'll garnish eighty percent of what you're charging," Viggo said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What? I'm not your bitch!" Orli said indignantly.

Viggo laughed and ran his fingers through Orli's dark hair. "No, you're the dearest thing to my heart." He brushed his lips against Orlando's own. "I love you, Orli."

"I love you, old man," Orlando replied, kissing Viggo with fervor. When they parted, he noticed that they were getting sticky.

Sighing, Orlando said, "You'll need to move your arse. I need to clean us up." He moaned when Viggo pulled out, feeling the loss.

"I'm sorry, angel," Viggo said as he rolled to the side. "You know I'd love to stay in you all night, but human bodies create messes."

"Too bad we can't self clean like elves can," Orlando muttered as he leaned over the edge of the mattress to grab some tissues.

He stared at their scattered clothing and said, "Um, Viggo? Where did my knickers go?"

Viggo laughed. "I'll bet you dinner that Guero filched them again."

"Why is your dog so pervy?" Orli sighed as he rolled back onto the bed. He cleaned them both and then tossed the used tissues into the rubbish bin.

"My dogs are well-behaved. *Your* dogs are the ones who keep trying to join us whenever we fuck."

Orli chuckled. "That was before you took over training them." He pressed up against Viggo. "You've got that aura of command, you know."

"Then my next order is that you go to sleep," Viggo said, yawning.

Orlando was suddenly aware of how exhausted he was. "Sounds like a good deal," he murmured.

Viggo's breathing had already slowed, and Orlando decided to follow suit. As Orlando drifted off to sleep, he reveled in the feel of Viggo's warm body against his own, the contact banishing all of his worries and making him look forward to the dawn of a new day with the love of his life.

*****

THE END

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