To Wherever It May Lead

Posted: December 2004
Title: To Wherever It May Lead
Author: Lostiawen
Type: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: VM/OB, OB/OMC (implied)
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: Mild hurt/comfort, bondage, coarse language, light knife play, anal snowballing (can´t think of a better description for it), pearl necklace.
Notes: This was written for invisible_dream for the Secret Santa exchange on LJ, organized by the incredible Ani!

I wanted to try something a little different, so I decided to tackle h/c.

And many thanks to avari for writing my Secret Santa fic. :)

Synopsis: Finding the right person sometimes involves a long journey.

*****

21.10.99

Fuck, I can´t believe I´m going along with Viggo´s daft idea. But he was convinced that if I had problems, it would help for me to write them down in this journal.

Ha! Like this is going to be the magic get well capsule for my fucked up love life. I don´t know why Chris is so narked... he loved it when we first got here.

Shite, I guess I should start at the beginning. There´s a lot of history, so I´ll just touch on bits.

Chris and I have been mates forever. We used to tease each other about who was a bigger poof, him or me. We were both lean, pretty blokes, (although I always insisted that I was the prettier of the two of us) but Chris had this wonderful head of wavy blond hair, and you know what they say about blonds having more fun...he even lost his cherry a week before I did, bastard.

Anyway, when I decided to sod off to London, he wanted to join me. Frankly, I was glad, even though I had friends up there, I wasn´t nearly as close to them as I was to Chris.

And man, did we paint the town red once we moved. We partied and danced until all hours, shagged any cute bloke that caught our fancy, and then stumbled into our day jobs looking like shite. Thank God none of our work required much thinking.

Even after I got into Guildhall, I still didn´t pay much attention to my studies. As far as I was concerned, my cock had priority, and screw everything else.

All of that changed when the Fall happened. Christ...my hand´s shaking, just thinking about it. Thank God no one´s going to see this, because I thought I put that shite behind me. I refuse to live in fear about heights.

Still...it was pretty dodgy that first night. And Chris managed to charm the nurses into letting him and Maya stay with me. He held my hand that entire time, and he kept me sane -- talking to me to keep my mind off of the fact that I might never walk again, and hugging me during the points where I just broke down and lost it.

I think that´s when I realized that I was in love with him.

Of course, I had no idea if he felt the same. And I´m an absolute git when it comes to talking about my feelings, so I just kind of swept it under the table and I concentrated instead on becoming mobile.

Once the physicians gave me a clean bill of health, my friends decided to throw a huge party to celebrate my return to the land of the fully functional. Man, I can´t really put into words what it´s like to dance after months of having even the simplest things (like sitting) causing you pain. I pretty much cut loose and shook my arse until I was ready to drop.

I finally did take a break to go outside so that I could cool off. Just my luck, Chris was outside having a fag. I took this as a sign to go for broke, so I told him how much he´s meant to me after all these years.

Okay...I *tried* to tell him, but it came out as the usual jumbled Orli-babble. Christ, I felt like such a git...here I was, trying to get myself to shut up and spit it out, and instead I wound up making it sound like I never thanked him for staying with me in the hospital.

Chris shrugged it off, and was about to head back in when I managed to convince my mouth to actually say how I felt -- that even though I haven´t had a steady relationship before, he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Or, at least that´s what I wanted to say. It more came out as: "I´m trying to say that I love you, you stupid twat!"

I could have kicked myself for my oh so non-suave declaration of love. I started apologizing, and I probably would´ve been doing it all night if Chris didn´t tell me to shut it. Then he said that we were going to leave the party and go back to my flat so that I could roger him until he was bow-legged.

Oh, and then while my jaw was hanging open, the cheeky git told me that he loved me, too.

And *no*, I am not going to spill juicy details in case the Hobbits somehow get their hands on this and then send copies of it to my Mum. (Although I will say that he was walking a little funny when he had to go to work.)

Chris moved into my flat the week after that and things were just sheer bliss. I can´t tell you how relieved I was to land a boyfriend who could actually cook. No more burnt coffee and take-away for me. And because we both knew that we´d have trouble adjusting to monogamy, we decided to keep our relationship open.

Everything was going great. Chris was fantastically supportive -- he showed up every time I had a part in a play, gave me lots of encouragement to go to auditions, and he kicked me in the arse whenever I got turned down. I don´t think I would´ve landed my part in Lord of the Rings without him.

Which is why I don´t understand why things are falling to shit right now. Chris was as chuffed as I was when Peter offered me Leggy´s part, and when I told him that Peter was willing to relocate partners over to NZ, he bloody well shrieked with joy.

The flight down was fantastic, too. Chris, Billy, and I really had a good time. I´m sure we brassed off the flight attendants with our loud chatting and laughing. I think we finally shut up once we got out of the airport and saw the countryside. And when we saw the house we´d be staying in, it was like a dream come true.

Now that I think about it, though, Chris never really clicked with the Hobbits like I did. The closer I got to them, the more interested Chris seemed in hanging out at the clubs. And never any of the ones I wanted to go to. I chalked it all up to our endless talks about fight training, accents on things like "lembas", gripes about trying to keep costume parts on while delivering our lines, worries about the fans, complaints that the other elves looked like they were poncing instead of moving smoothly, and pretty much anything that would sound like sheer rot to someone who wasn´t a devoted fan of the books. Unlike me, Chris didn´t get swept up in Peter´s vision.

Which brings me to today. We were both out really late, I don´t think either of us got back until the wee hours of the morning. Chris because of some gorgeous bloke he met, me because I managed to pry out of Viggo that yesterday was his birthday. I threw kind of a combination birthday/welcome to the cast party for him and it didn´t wind down until 2. Of course, I´ve got a 5am make-up call today, but I figured one night out late wouldn´t hurt.

Anyway, I had a bit of time this morning, so I was hoping for a nice mutual wank, but Chris brushed me off. Actually, he was pretty cranky about every little thing, from the fact that I didn´t hit the alarm once it went off to the fact that I wasn´t ready when Viggo arrived.

Okay, now I have to interrupt myself to write a few words about Viggo. The man is simply amazing. Not only did he sink into Aragorn´s skin immediately, but he´s incredibly devoted to his craft and he´s just as fantastic in the other arts : painting, writing, photography. On top of that, he still had time for my stupid arsed questions about motivation and technique. I think the best thing about him is that he´s never talked down to me no matter what I rabbit on about.

And sensitive. My God, the man has a perceptive eye. As soon as I got into the car he knew that I was feeling a little down. I wound up babbling away, telling him about how Chris never seemed to have time for me anymore, and how guilty I felt about it. I didn´t think I was entitled to whinge, after everything Chris did and gave up for me. Oh fuck, did I mention wanking while I was writing? Shit...well, I wound blabbing about that to Viggo, too. Typical Orli, you´ve barely known Viggo for a month and you´re already giving him details about your sex life.

Viggo took it all in stride and pointed out that between my shitty schedule and the fact that I spend a lot of free time with the Hobbits, it´s no wonder that Chris was feeling a bit put out. And also that I needed to relax and spend some time away from work-related stuff (and that included the Hobbits). He suggested that I schedule a night specifically for myself and Chris.

Frankly, I think that this is the daftest idea Viggo´s come up with yet (Even more than that thing he was doing with those paper cups and that tree branch), but fuck, it can´t hurt, yeah?

28.10.99

Well, what do you know, Viggo´s insane idea worked. In fact, it went off so well that my hips are fucking sore from...um, doing stuff all night.

Viggo noticed my shit-eating grin and asked me if I had a good night. Wish he hadn´t done that. I think I told Viggo every naughty detail. Argh. Why can´t I keep my fucking mouth shut?

Vig just chuckled and took it all in stride, thank God. Man, I would just kill to have one night in bed with him. Just my luck, he´s the one bloke who isn´t interested in me. No response to my flirting, my hugs, my puppy dog eyes...nothing. Oh well, at least he´s an amazing friend.

15.11.99

Shit, we had another squabble yesterday. I asked Chris what I could do to patch things up, and he told me that... fuck, I can barely write this... maybe I should tie him up and dominate him to spice things up a bit. Yeah, like I know how to do that. (God, I hope I wrote that small enough so that the Hobbits won´t be able to read it.)

17.11.99

Okay, I did, um...well, you know...stuff yesterday with Chris. He really enjoyed himself, but I kept feeling, well...like a total moron. He gave me lots of directions, but I felt like a complete tosser. And I suck at tying knots. Shit. Oh well, at least he didn´t ask me to wear women´s knickers.

03.12.99

Okay, I´ve got a pounding headache right now and I feel like an oliphaunt has taken up camp in my mouth and shed a bunch of hair. I actually had a day off yesterday but Chris stood me up because it wasn´t our scheduled night. I remember downing two vodka and sodas before I lost count. Viggo says I drank about five of them before he hauled my arse home.

Apparently, I went on a long drunken rant and Viggo sat up and listened to me. I insisted that Vig tell me exactly what it is I said, and now I wish I hadn´t.

So, Viggo told me that I talked about how I used to fuck around a lot until I met Chris, and I gave him details about my back room antics in London. And then I went on a lament over how I was too busy working to really shag anyone here, and I apparently spilled about the extra, um, spicy things Chris and I have been doing, and how I was a complete git at it.

I think I wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. But Viggo didn´t take the piss or anything. He just told me quietly that if I needed any help for the stuff I talked about, he could answer a bunch of my questions.

My mouth just hung open at that point, but Viggo didn´t get all smug or anything. He just said that it´s pretty common to be confused, and that me being clueless is nothing to be ashamed of.

Fuck me. I still can´t get my brain wrapped around the fact that Viggo is into kink.

10.12.99

Okay, Viggo wasn´t taking the piss. He really *does* know a bunch of stuff. I´ve been having dinner over at his place, and I pepper him with questions about acting, Elvish, and um, kinky things.

I´ve loosened up around him. He just...he´s so accepting, you know? I feel like I could say anything to him.

And he´s being so helpful, too. When I asked him three million questions about how to tie a proper knot he suggested that I try cuffs or PVC tape. Of course, I turned beet red at the idea of going to a sex shop to buy the stuff, so he gave me a catalog from a discreet mail order place. God, I don´t know what I´d do without him.

12.12.99

Damnit, I should be elated that it´s time to go on holiday, but Chris thinks that we could use some time away from each other, just to rethink things. Fine. I´m going to spend my time with Mum and Sam. Wish Viggo could come with us, too, but he hasn´t seen Henry in ages.

If nothing else, I wanted to pester Viggo with more questions. Okay, I´ll admit, I also like being around him. I feel so relaxed around him. I can laugh and bitch about work stuff, and he gets it; and occasionally, when I get maudlin, he lets me stumble around and blather on about shit like how life is just so...fleeting...you know, you´re there one day, and the next you could just be gone. Gone forever and that´s it.

Fuck, now I´m making myself depressed. Time to sign off and try to enjoy myself. (No, I am not taking this journal with me. Wouldn´t do for Mum or Sam to find it.)

07.01.00

You know, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Well, it did in Chris´ case. I still wish I knew what I was doing as a top. I dunno, I just feel like I´m not satisfying him.

I know I´m not as satisfied. What with most of energy going into Leggy, and the pressure I feel to get it just right, it just feels like more responsibility on my shoulders. For once, I wish I was the bottom.

And is it weird that I wound up calling Viggo during my holiday? I really needed someone to whinge to, and Vig had lots of comforting advice to offer about my problems with Chris.

He says that I´m trying too hard. Of course, I told Vig about how much I owe Chris, how he stood by my side, blah blah blah...but Viggo said that I´m beating myself up too much and that it takes two to make a relationship work.

I guess...but I still feel like a lot of it is my fault.

14.01.00

Shit, back to same old same old. If we´re not shagging, we disappear to our respective sanctuaries. I curl up in bed with my script and the Rings trilogy, Chris goes off into the living room.

I promise myself to make it up to him at the end of this week.

15.01.00

I´ve just been informed that we´re going to do night shoots. Chris blew up at me, but I told him that Peter was estimating 3 weeks, max.

26.01.00

Fuck, Chris made plans around me again. On the other hand, everything´s screwed up with these night shoots, so I haven´t been an absolute angel on letting him know when I´m free.

To make things worse, my dreams involve Viggo pinning me down and having his wicked way with me. My skin always tingles when I wake up, and I have to wank before Viggo comes by to pick me up, or else I´d be sporting a hell of a boner. Thank God that it´s fucking rainy and cold when we film.

I actually don´t have time to screw around nowadays, and now that I think about it, I´m never going to have enough time to devote to an open relationship. However, if I suggested monogamy, I´m sure Chris would dump me out on my ear. Oh well, at least I managed to mail order a toy for those dry days. Shit, I´m blushing...time to stop writing for today.

20.02.00

Okay, I´ve been too tired to write, but it´s been sheer hell. There´s no end in sight, and I´m always wet and cold. My sleep schedule is totally fucked, but at least Chris is dealing with it. He hasn´t given me a bollocking like I was expecting and he just gives me my space.

I´m so chuffed that Viggo´s around to give me a hug when I´m feeling down. He´s such an angel -- he rubs my back to make sure it won´t cramp up and he tries to keep me entertained between takes with those lovely rambles of his. I could listen to his voice for hours...

Oh God, looks like they´re almost ready for another take. I´m going to sign off for now.

***

Orlando finished up the entry and closed the journal. He sighed, he just felt as if there was a permanent lead weight on his shoulders every single night he went home.

He heard a rustle behind him and looked up into Viggo´s smiling eyes. "Up for another round of orc-bashing?"

Orlando nodded without enthusiasm, and Viggo knelt down. "Thinking about Chris?" he said in his raspy voice, pulling Orli close for a hug.

"Yeah," Orli said. "Like, I keep trying to do stuff for him...but it either fucks up or I just feel like it´s not enough. Shit..."

"Maybe you could get some professional help?"

"Fuck, it´s not *that* bad yet, old man. Besides, therapists are just Rent-a-Friends. You pay them a shitload of money, and all they do is listen to you bend their ear." He grinned at Viggo. "I can do that with you for the price of a few beers."

Peter starting calling out for people to take their marks. "Come on, time to get rained on and beat up again," said Orli.

The rest of the night proceeded as usual -- long waits between takes, huge physical demands, and the constant cold and wet. Viggo had loaned Orli his cloak since they began filming Helm´s Deep, and Orli was grateful for it. His thin costume provided inadequate protection against the weather.

At the crack of dawn, he trudged back to his house, every muscle feeling as if it had been on a rack.

Surprisingly, Chris was awake. "Hey, babe," Orli said, opening his arms for a hug. "Why are you up?"

Chris glared at him and said, "I´m going back to England." He motioned to the suitcases around his feet.

"What? Why?"

"Because I´ve had enough of being bored in the middle of bloody cunting nowhere and never seeing you."

"It´s only for a little while longer..."

"That´s what you said last week! It´s always, ´Oh no, just one more week, Peter wants to get it right.´ Well, I´m sick of it, Orli. I´m sick of the ears, you talking about ´the Hobbits´ instead of ´my mates´. Can´t you do something normal?"

Anger boiled within Orli. "What? Like fuck every bloke in Wellington?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, don´t take the piss. You´ve spread your legs for anyone with a dick since we got here."

"Like you were any different in London, Mr. I Had One Night Stands With Several Nameless Blokes."

"Fuck you!"

Chris snorted, "Yeah, and that´s all you do when I want some kink. Tie me up and stick it in. Christ, Orli...you´re so uncreative."

"Fine! Go find a decent top in London! Unless you´ve fucked them all."

Orli´s head jerked to the side as he was hit by an open-handed slap. However, the pain was nothing compared to the shock he felt. He stared at Chris with wide eyes.

Chris looked as if he had ripped his own heart out. "Oh my God..." He whispered as he reached out to touch Orli´s arm.

Orlando jerked away. "Get the fuck away from me!" he screamed before he yanked the door open and ran outside. He had no idea of where he was going, all he knew was that he had to get away.

Orli´s gut clenched as he stumbled down the street, and he felt sick inside. He took no note of his surroundings, he just focused on putting one in foot in front of the other. Orli knew that if he stopped, he would just collapse and scream out in anguish.

A distant part of him registered that he was at Viggo´s house, pounding on the door. It opened seconds later, and Viggo´s eyes immediately focused on the welt on his cheek.

"Holy fuck! Are you all right?" he said in a worried voice.

Orli nodded, feeling numb inside. "Yeah..." unfortunately, saying that one word caused him to lose control on the block he had placed on his emotions. He desperately fought back the tears that were forming in his eyes.

"Shh, it´s okay," Viggo said, wrapping his arms protectively around Orlando.

Orlando tried to wave Viggo off, to tell him that he wasn´t some big girl´s blouse, but all he could voice was a ragged, dry whimper.

Viggo rubbed his hand over Orlando´s back. Murmuring bits of gentle encouragement, he led Orlando inside, and nudged him towards the sofa. They sat down together, Orlando pressing his face into Viggo´s shoulder, body trembling as his mind assaulted him with accusations.

This is all your fault. If you hadn´t spent so much time working so hard, this would´ve never happened. You can´t do anything right. You can´t satisfy Chris, you can´t act...you´re a bloody failure.

He shuddered again, and Viggo whispered, "Orli, it´s all right...let it go."

The soft tones broke down his resistance, and Orli sobbed, letting the accumulated stress from filming Helm´s Deep and from his relationship problems, pour out in the form of tears. He cried until he felt drained and empty, and then he pulled back, blinking at Viggo through his tears.

"Christ, I´m sorry about that," Orli said, feeling embarrassed. "I´m such a wuss."

"Don´t worry about it. What we´ve had to go through just filming would have broken anyone. Do you want to talk?"

Orli leaned against Viggo´s chest. "What´s there to talk about? I´m an incredible cunt, and Chris is leaving me because of it."

"Orlando, you´re not a cunt. You´re one of the most warm, giving people I know."

"Tell Chris that," Orli said bitterly. "Maybe I deserved to be belted after everything I´ve put him through."

"Stop that!" Viggo replied. "*No* one should be abused by their lovers."

"It´s hardly abuse, Viggo. It´s just a slap."

Viggo said, "And I could kill him for hurting you like that." His voice carried a diamond-hard edge that made Orlando oddly feel safe.

He wondered why. He was a man and he didn´t need protection. But still...the idea that Viggo would defend him made his heart race.

"Really?" he asked, unsure if Viggo was kidding.

"Really. You´re very dear to me," Viggo said, stroking Orli´s uninjured cheek.

A warm flush spread through Orlando´s body at the tender contact. He looked deep into Viggo´s eyes and the affection in those ice blue depths melted him inside and filled the hollow void within his heart.

His breath hitched as he whispered, "Vig..."

Viggo´s hand descended lower, stroking the column of his neck. Unable to stop himself, Orli moaned, arching into the touch.

Feather-light kisses were pressed to his neck as Viggo caressed him, setting him on fire. Orlando´s hips pushed up of their own volition, and his hard cock strained against the confines of his jeans. Murmuring in approval, Viggo unbuttoned Orli´s fly quickly, reaching in and wrapping his large hand around the swollen flesh.

"Fuck! Yes..." Orli moaned, bucking upward.

Viggo continued to suck on Orli´s neck, twisting his fist as he tugged upward. Whimpering, Orli thrust rapidly into the tight fist, gripping Viggo hard as his orgasm crackled through his body in a flash fire of passion.

He slumped in Viggo´s arms, his head spinning. As much as he wanted to, Orlando couldn´t keep his eyes open, and he fell into a deep, restful sleep.

***

Orlando woke up the next morning with a warm body pressed against his back. He purred in contentment, but as the fog cleared from his brain, he noticed that he was in a strange bed, still wearing his t-shirt and boxers.

Blinking, he looked around, trying to recall the events of last night. He froze when he realized that he was in Viggo´s bedroom.

Behind him, Viggo shifted and pulled him into an embrace. "How are you feeling?" he said, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Um, okay..." Orli replied, feeling awkward. He wasn´t sure what last night meant. Were they more than friends now? Was Viggo ashamed of what they did?

As if in answer to his unspoken question, Viggo rolled Orlando over to face him and gave him a brotherly kiss on the forehead.

"It´s all right, Orli. I´m fine if you want to go back to just being friends."

"Huh?"

Viggo cupped Orli´s chin in his hands. "You needed some release last night...you were so wound up and unhappy. And it seemed to be the best thing to do...I care for you very much, Elf Boy," Viggo murmured.

Orlando blushed. "Um, I thought you weren´t interested."

Viggo said, "I have no interest in being involved in an open relationship, but that doesn´t mean that I´m not attracted to you." He kissed Orlando briefly on his uninjured cheek. "You know my opinion on casual sex."

Orlando nodded. During one of their talks, Viggo had said that he had never really been into one night stands and fuck buddies. Chewing his lip, he replayed the events of the previous months in his head.

He snuggled against Viggo and made his decision. "Chris and I have been drifting apart for a while. And, I´ve been thinking more and more about you instead of him." He touched their foreheads together. "You´ve been there for me every time I needed you, and I want to keep that. I love you, Viggo."

His breath was stolen away by Viggo´s lips crushing against his own, kissing him with both fervor and tenderness. Orlando moaned and arched up, feeling the sparks shoot through his body again as Viggo´s tongue explored his mouth. He tangled his fingers in Viggo´s hair, never wanting the contact to end.

Orlando was the first to run out of air, and he pulled back first with a sigh of regret. "Sorry about my morning breath," he giggled.

Viggo said, "Didn´t even notice." He leaned in for another kiss and Orlando opened gratefully, loving the slide of Viggo´s tongue against his own, loving how Viggo would press their bodies even closer, as if he was trying to meld their skins together.

When they parted again, Viggo nibbled on Orlando´s ear, tracing his tongue along the whorl. "What do you want, baby?" he purred.

The pure sex dripping from Viggo´s throaty words made Orlando tremble. "Make me yours. Use me," he whispered.

His breath caught when he saw Viggo´s eyes darken with lust. The next moment, Viggo seized his wrists, pinning his arms above his head.

Orlando whimpered, cheeks colouring as desire rushed through every centimeter of his flesh. His breath became shallow, and his cock tented his boxers as he thought about what was to come next. He needed this... to be taken care of, to let his worries disappear as he lost himself in sensation, needed to willingly surrender himself to Viggo´s control. He gazed at Viggo, opening his heart to him.

Viggo kissed Orli passionately before he transferred his grip to one hand and reached underneath the bed, pulling out two pairs of fur-lined cuffs, set with D-rings. He buckled them around Orlando´s wrists. The larger set went around Orlando´s ankles, and Viggo pushed Orli´s knees to his chest before he clipped the wrist restraints to the leg bonds, leaving him spread open and vulnerable.

Sitting back on his heels, Viggo examined the tantalizing picture in front of him. "You´re wearing too much," he said. He reached into a box near his bed and pulled out a knife, murmuring, "Hold very still."

Orlando trembled as Viggo slowly cut his t-shirt off, exposing his chest to Viggo´s hungry gaze. His heart beat faster, adrenaline coursing through his veins as the blade came to within a hair's breadth of his skin.

He bit back a soft moan as the knife slid under the seam of his boxers. He looked down, hypnotized as Viggo cut open the side seams and sliced through the waistband. He gasped when Viggo pulled off his knickers with a light tug, feeling the cool air against his erection.

"Eager, aren´t we?" Viggo said, putting the knife away. He stood up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, pausing to skim his hand over his chest. Orlando mewled in frustration and struggled against his bonds, wanting to use his tongue to follow the path of Viggo´s hand.

Viggo said, "Is there a problem?" His hand drifted lower, following the treasure trail to dip into his boxers. Viggo moaned, eyes fluttering closed as he stroked himself.

"Please..." Orlando breathed. "Please let me feel your cock."

Viggo said, "Not until I fuck you." He shed his last article of clothing, his eyes raking over Orlando´s bound form.

The bed dipped as Viggo climbed back into it. He straddled Orli´s chest and a wicked smile crossed his face as he nudged his dripping cock forward, the motion causing drops of salty fluid to smear over Orli´s lips. Knowing what to do, Orlando opened wide, moaning as Viggo pushed into his mouth. He relaxed his throat, breathing through his nose as until he swallowed the whole length.

"Yeah, that´s it...take it all in," Viggo gasped. He grabbed the headboard and began thrusting forward, moaning as he pistoned back and forth. Orlando writhed, aroused beyond belief as Viggo´s pre-come flowed over his tongue.

"You´re such a whore," he purred. "I´m in balls deep and I know you could take more. I could fuck your mouth all day if I wanted to... and you can´t do a thing about it."

Orlando groaned, his erection twitching as Viggo´s throaty words drove him insane with lust. He hollowed his cheeks, making obscene slurping noises as he sucked Viggo as hard as he could manage.

Viggo shoved himself forward and then abruptly pulled out. He scooted back a little, and wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock. After a few quick strokes, Viggo came with a strangled moan, spurting hot streams of pearly fluid over Orli´s chest and neck.

Orli squirmed, crying out as the liquid splashed over his skin. Viggo was panting hard, but he leaned down and swiped his tongue over Orli´s neck, lapping up every drop of his release.

Orlando´s head was still spinning when he observed Viggo repositioning himself between his slender legs. He sucked in a breath as Viggo slowly pried his arse cheeks apart, causing him to tremble.

"Wha..." he murmured before a hot tongue stabbed into his hole, pushing the still hot come inside of him. He wailed, his brain overloading as held him down, licking him until he felt as if he was going to combust. He desperately wanted to push down, but he was immobilized.

"Please," Orlando sobbed. "God, I need you so badly. Please fuck me."

He cried out in relief when Viggo pulled back, reaching into the nightstand to some lube. He was already hard again, and Orlando licked his lips in anticipation as Viggo flipped the cap open on the bottle. Viggo applied lube to his fingers and slid one in with ease.

Orlando noticed his puzzled expression and simpered, "I couldn´t wait...I´ve been fucking myself with a toy."

"Dirty little whore," Viggo said, applying more gel to his cock. He grabbed Orli´s hips and slammed in, burying himself deep in one heart-stopping thrust.

Orlando shrieked, arching up off the bed. Viggo didn´t give Orli any time to adjust, he thrust hard, pounding Orlando into the mattress.

"Yes!" Orlando cried out, whipped into a frenzy by Viggo´s cock rubbing over his prostate with each stroke. "God, don´t stop!"

"You´re shameless," Viggo said. "You´re just a cock hungry slut, aren´t you?"

"Only for you," Orli moaned. His cock was drooling steadily now, leaving a small puddle on his stomach. He cried out when Viggo reached down, grabbing his bobbing dick.

"Come for me," Viggo whispered, moving his hand in sync with his rapid thrusts. He jabbed Orlando once more and pulled hard on his cock.

"Fuck, God...VIGGO!" Orlando screamed, thrashing out of control as he climaxed. He clamped down with his internal muscles and he heard Viggo cry out, shoving deep into Orli as he came.

Viggo collapsed on top of Orli after the last shocks passed through him. He was still panting heavily when he unfastened Orli´s bonds, and his eyes were starting to lose their focus.

Orli brushed aside the strands his hair plastered to Viggo´s sweat-drenched face and murmured, "That was fantastic. I love you."

Viggo smiled and said, "I love you, too, Elf Boy." He kissed Orlando tenderly on the lips. "By the way, that was fast thinking on your part -- letting me know that I didn´t have to take time to open you up."

Orlando sniggered. "Well, I *have* been whinging for ages about how I was always topping. I don´t blame you for assuming that it´s been a while." He snuggled closer. "I love being yours."

"Mine," Viggo said, kissing him.

Orlando gazed at Viggo lovingly. He had never felt this whole with Chris, never felt this *right* with Chris. "I´m yours, always and forever, old man."

"Forever...I like that," Viggo said.

"You bet your arse. Try to get rid of me now."

"Never," Viggo said, kissing Orlando softly. "I will always be there for you."

"Yeah, and that´s why I love you," Orlando said. He pulled Viggo closer, knowing that things would be fine from now on.

*****

THE END

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