Seeing Green

Seeing Green

Posted: May 2005
Title: Seeing Green
Author: Lostiawen
Type: RPS
Characters: 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.
Timeline: KOH London premiere
Warnings: PWP, spanking, bondage, coarse language, a bit of simulated non-con, sap.
Author's Notes: All I can say is : Mel made me do it. I suggested this bunny after Orli appeared on TRL UK, then she fed it...then I promised this fic to her if she would write smut for DIRL. So, here it is. Hope this scratches your kinky schmoop needs, Mel!

Summary: An explanation for Orlando's flirting with Alex.

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Orlando sighed as he reached for a drink. Well, here he was. He made it -- his first starring role in a major film, tons of fans outside who adored him, and his name was practically a household word.

So why did it feel so hollow?

"You're missing him, aren't you?" Sam whispered in his ear.

"Yeah," Orlando said with a heavy sigh. "I wanted him to be here tonight. This business really pisses me off sometimes; we've been planning for weeks about how to sneak him in, and one little fire on the set puts filming behind schedule, so he has to cancel."

Sam patted Orli on the shoulder. "You know that if Viggo could, he'd be here. But a lot is riding on his work, too."

"Yeah, I know." Orli glanced up and spotted some rather important executives entering the room. "'Scuse me, gotta go back to work. I need to chat those blokes up, in case they have a juicy project coming down the pipe."

Sam kissed him on the cheek. "You'll be fantastic. Just go in there and charm the socks off of them, like you normally do."

"Thanks," Orli said. "Don't wait up for me if this goes on too long."

"All right," Sam replied before she waved goodbye.

Orlando watched her disappear into the crowd before he straightened his shirt and put on his Hollywood smile. Fuck, he wished Viggo were here. Playing the usual kinky games with him was definitely better than working the suits. And less painful. He smirked to himself as he thought of his earlier flirtations with Alex. The TRL host hadn't realized it, but everything Orlando did was pure setup. Once the premiere was over, a possessive Viggo would fuck the stuffing out of him, laying claim again to his sub.

Or at least, that was the plan. Until the fire set them back.

"You're a cunt, Mother Nature," Orli mumbled before he returned to the party.

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Orli was bone-tired when he finally stumbled up to his hotel suite. He sighed again, wishing that his lover could have been there to take the edge off things. He hated the meet-and-greets, but Viggo's snide comments afterward never failed to bring a smile to Orli's face.

He felt wistful and lonely as he slid the key card into the lock. Oh well, another day, another dollar...As soon as Orlando pushed the door open, a large hand closed around his wrist and dragged him inside. He didn't have time to do anything more than squeak before he was slammed against a wall. His assailant pressed against him, pinning his arms above his head.

"I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?" a voice grated in his ear. The grip on his wrists shifted, and Orli heard a soft click.

Light flooded the room, revealing the identity of the mystery attacker. "V-viggo?" Orli replied when he saw the familiar chiseled face. He bit his lip, hoping that he wasn't dreaming. "How..."

"Shut up!" Viggo snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're not allowed to ask questions, not after you practically threw yourself at Alex."

A thrill shot through Orlando. The game was on. Sinking into his role, he turned on his puppy dog eyes and whined, "I was just having a bit of fun, it didn't mean anything." He yelped when Viggo pinched his thigh in response.

"Didn't mean anything?" Viggo said in a dangerous voice. "You may as well have rolled onto your hands and knees and begged him to fuck you." Orli felt sharp teeth nipping at his neck. "You know what that means, don't you?" Viggo purred, every syllable dripping with barely controlled lust.

Orli felt his knees buckle at the dark promise in Viggo's words. He wanted to bend over and ask Viggo to take him right then and there, but he knew it would be so much better if he held out.

"Don't," he whimpered. "I'll be good."

"A whore like you doesn't know how to be good," Viggo snarled, before he seized the neck of Orli's shirt and yanked hard.

Orli inhaled sharply and his cock hardened in anticipation as the material was torn off his body. "No..." he whispered, struggling against Viggo's grip. "Let me go. Please..."

"Not a chance," Viggo replied. He reached into his pocket and produced a set of leather cuffs. With an ease brought about by several years of practice, Viggo yanked Orlando forward, and pulled his slender wrists behind his back. The restraints were strapped on with an economy of movement, and Orli's erection almost poked a hole in his trousers when Viggo dragged him over to the couch.

He squirmed as hard as he could, trying his best to put up a good fight. However, when he felt Viggo running his fingers over the curve of his arse, he couldn't hold back the small moan that escaped his lips.

"Shameless whore," Viggo hissed. "Getting hard from just a touch."

It took all of Orlando's self-control to reply, "Let me go, please."

"Quiet!" Viggo barked, grabbing the waistband of Orli's trousers. He ripped them off with ease, and Orli gasped as he felt the cool air touch his skin. His socks and shoes followed soon after, leaving him naked as the day he was born.

Orli trembled when Viggo looked at him with cold, icy eyes. Fingers tangled in his curls and his head was tugged back. "Fuck! I should have known...you're not wearing any underwear. Trying to make sure that you could have a zipless fuck in the bathroom with Alex?"

Orlando replied in a soft voice, "I'd never do that." He squeaked when Viggo smacked his arse.

"You're a filthy liar. And you're going to suffer for that." Viggo produced a blindfold out of his pocket and pulled it over Orli's eyes.

Darkness filled Orlando's vision, making him feel vulnerable and exposed. The blood rushed to his groin, and he whimpered, curious as to what was to come. His other senses were magnified, making him acutely aware of the heat radiating off of Viggo's body, the faint woodsy smell of Viggo's scent, and the roughness of Viggo's jeans against his sensitized skin.

He almost jumped when he felt Viggo's hand gliding over his arse, skating over the round curve. The light, caressing touches made Orli's body come alive, and he pushed back, craving more.

He was rewarded with a light spank to his buttocks that caused every bit of his flesh to tingle. Viggo growled, "Now, count each one...and if you lose your place, we start all over again."

Orlando nodded, and as soon as he gave his acquiescence, a smack was delivered, causing a jolt to travel all the way up to the roots of his hair. "One," he breathed.

The next one was slightly harder, and Orli felt his nipples hardening. "Two," he moaned.

On blow three, his cock started dripping, leaving wet spots on Viggo's jeans. Viggo didn't give Orli a respite -- he continued on at a relentless pace, gradually building up the force of his blows. By count twenty, Orli was squirming in Viggo's lap, rubbing his cock against the rough denim and trying to push his arse back against Viggo's hand.

Viggo growled, "You're not supposed to be enjoying this."

"I'm not," Orli replied.
Unfortunately, his brain was now focused on one thing, and it wasn't acting. His voice was filled with need, and he was humping Viggo's leg like a horny animal. Orlando yelped when Viggo pulled him up and started walking, dragging him across the carpet. His legs bumped against soft material, and then he was sent sprawling onto his bed, face up.

He felt Viggo sitting on his thighs, trapping him in place. There was a small shift in weight, and then Orli felt a band being slipped onto the base of his cock and snapped tightly around his pulsing erection.

He whimpered, and Viggo said, "This is supposed to be punishment, you slut." Orlando moaned as Viggo dragged his thumb along the side of his cock at a slow, deliberate pace.

The torture didn't stop there -- Viggo traced lazy patterns with his tongue over every sensitive spot on Orlando's body. He started at the sun tattoo, following each inked line with meticulous care; the hot, then cool trails that Viggo left in his wake caused Orli to burn with icy fire. Viggo's tongue then dipped into Orlando's navel, swirling around until Orli felt as if he was going to burst. He tried to arch up for more contact, but Viggo's weight restrained him.

"Oh God..." Orlando cried out. "Please, let me come. I feel like I'm dying."

"Not until I'm satisfied," Viggo purred, before he moved upward again.

A strangled moan erupted from Orli's lips when he felt Viggo's mouth on his nipple. The hot, enveloping wetness made his bollocks ache. He quivered, his heightened state of arousal causing even the lightest puff of air across his skin to send a jolt directly to his groin.

He thrashed underneath Viggo's ministrations, that wet, skillful mouth adding to the tension in his body; building it up until the pressure became unbearable.

"Viggo! Oh God, please!" he whimpered. "I'll do anything you want! Please!" he sobbed brokenly.

"Anything?"

"Yes..." Orlando breathed in surrender.

"Stay there," Viggo replied harshly. The weight disappeared off Orlando's legs, and he heard the rustle of clothing being removed. When it was followed by the familiar sound of a condom being opened and the squish of lube being applied, Orli shivered all over.

The mattress shifted, and Orlando felt Viggo pushing on the backs of his thighs. Orli relaxed, happy that his countless yoga classes made him flexible enough so that Viggo could continue the motion until his knees were level with his ears.

The tip of Viggo's cock teased his entrance. Orli mewled, but he didn't dare push down, or else Viggo might leave him high and dry.

"I'm going to use you like the slut you are," Viggo growled. His lips brushed Orlando's ear and the rasp in his voice was more pronounced as he murmured, "I'm going to sink my cock into your tight ass and fuck you until you can't remember your own name." In the darkness, Orlando could hear how Viggo rolled each syllable over his tongue, and each word caused an echoing quiver in his body.

"I'm yours," Orlando whispered. He cried out when Viggo suddenly entered him in one heart-stopping thrust. He felt large hands cradling his arse and then Viggo starting fucking him, ramming into him without mercy.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" Orlando moaned as the deep strokes glided across his prostate. It was both sheer bliss and agony. Every nerve in his body was lit up, but he kept skating the edge of release, every hard thrust driving him higher and higher, until he felt like he was going to explode.

"Please!" he whimpered before Viggo drove into him again, causing him to cry out. He thrashed like a wild animal, craving to meet Viggo's thrusts, but he had no leverage in this position. He was helpless, subject to Viggo's whims, and he was loving every minute of it.

Viggo's pistoning hips began to lose their rhythm, an indication that he was close to orgasm. He gasped out, "You can come now," and his weight shifted forward.

Orlando sobbed in relief when he felt a hand on the base of his shaft. The cock ring was popped open just as Viggo slammed in with almost vicious force, pounding into him so hard that Orlando could feel it in his throat.

With a loud scream, Orlando climaxed, spattering his chest and throat with long ropes of come. His spasming body clamped down with almost crushing force around Viggo, and he heard an exultant shout from his lover before warm fluid splashed inside of him.

Orlando's head was still spinning when he felt Viggo's weight collapsing on top of him. He could barely form words, but he managed to get enough strength to say, "Oi, are you going to let me out?"

He heard a chuckle and then his arms were freed. He reached up to pull off the blindfold, grinning like an idiot when he saw Viggo's smiling face.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" he said.

Viggo kissed him softly. "Not as much as I love you." He stroked Orli's cheek. "You're not upset that this turned into a spanking and torment scene, are you?"

Orli flexed his stiff arms and shook his head. "Nah. I'm chuffed enough that you somehow made it here. You can tear off my clothes and ravish me next time."

"We actually managed to catch up on all of our filming, so I hopped the first plane that I could find." Viggo toyed with Orlando's hair. "I wonder what your fans would do if they found out that you paid someone to weaken the seams on all of your premiere outfits?"

Orlando turned crimson. "Do you blame me? I love it when you do non-con play. And after dealing with those stuffed shirts, I need to blow off steam afterward." He snuggled closer to Viggo. "But you know what?"

"What?"

"I'd give this all up in a second if you asked me to. I never want to lose you, old man."

Viggo beamed and kissed the top of Orli's head. "That's one thing you'll never have to worry about. You'll always be a part of me."

Orli melted at the love in Viggo's eyes, and knew that his own gaze reflected it in kind. Even if distance separated their bodies, he knew that nothing could separate their hearts or their souls.

"Yours," Orli breathed, satisfied at last.

*****

THE END

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