Title: Love thy Enemy – Chapter Four 
  Authors: Anne & Ashlyn (klatschmohnrot@yahoo.de)
  Fandom: LoTR – RPS 
  Pairing: Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen/Karl Urban/Ian McKellen/Elijah Wood/Orlando 
Bloom/David Wenham…and one unexpected “guest” 
  Rating: NC-17  
  Warnings: Dark psychological themes, very unsafe sexual practices including the 
exchange of bodily fluids, group sex. 
  Disclaimer: We could only wish, alas this is so not true … 
    
  Ashlyn’s Note: Hugs and kisses and “thank yous” to my sis, Anne, who continues to 
put up with my very capricious muses who don’t always want to behave…She always 
talks me into collaborating on her wicked ideas because they’re so damn GOOD!!! 
    
  Summary: The line in the sand – obliterated… 
    
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  Viggo stood on the redwood deck, as he took idle puffs from a hand-rolled cigarette. 
 The past few days had afforded him little in the way of rest, but strangely he felt 
enervated, as if he hadn’t been fucking Karl Urban six ways ‘til Sunday. 
    
  They had gone far beyond whatever limits they might have set and Karl had gone 
with them without protest  In the face of whatever indignities and cruelties either 
devised, Karl simply had accepted and even revelled in the dark pleasures of the 
flesh.  It had been rather interesting – to say the least – to see another side of his 
normally reserved lover, especially the side that had been expressing itself so 
deviantly.  
    
  It had been Sean’s idea to fist him – something that had shocked Viggo and made 
him wonder just what thought lay behind the inscrutable green eyes.  Not only had he 
suggested it, but he had been almost fiendishly enthusiastic – preparing Karl with an 
expertise and tenderness that Viggo found slightly disconcerting.   
    
  Once again, the balance of power between them ever-so-slightly shifted. 
    
  And once again Viggo had to assert himself, making sure that Sean understood 
whose game this really was. 
    
  Oh yes, the flash of anger in Sean’s eyes served as a defiant turn-on, especially 
potent because both knew Karl could sense the roiling coils of power between them. 
 Sean retreated ungraciously and for his own reasons and took Karl’s mouth with his 
cock as Viggo stretched the prone man wide, one digit at a time. 
    
  Karl responded like a sexual marionette as Viggo’s fist made him writhe and dance, 
while Sean simply fucked his face in time to the thrusts.  From shadowed lids they 
taunted each other with eyes full of double meanings, cruel and passionate as they 
used Karl’s willing body to force the other to surrender. 
    
  Viggo refused to let him come.  Sean simply pumped another hot load into Karl’s 
eager mouth. 
    
  After that, Karl had been forced to his knees, hands behind his back and chained to 
a steel posture bar. He was forced to watch them having sex (Sean didn’t believe 
they made love for there was little gentleness in their movements and no room for it). 
  
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  “You’ve already seen Viggo fuck me, and I know you hate it because you want to be 
in my position as it were.”   
    
  Karl knew it had been damn near impossible for Sean to keep the smug tone out of 
his voice nor did he try.  “But now Karl, I’m going to fuck him…Something in your 
wildest dreams you will never do.  He’s mine. I can fuck him any goddamn time I 
please…” Viggo growled a low warning, but Sean completely ignored it, lightly but 
firmly slapped the upturned ass. 
    
  Sean’s evil grin grew wider. “He really is a slut sometimes, you wouldn’t believe,” he 
said conversationally as he lined himself up near Viggo’s puckered hole, lightly 
pressing.  Karl watched Viggo pushed back, his need for control quickly unravelling, 
wanting to feel the head of Sean’s cock opening him.  Sean laughed dirtily and low. 
    
  “…Enjoy the show, Karl,” he snarled then drove deeply in, hissing and sighing in 
shameless pleasure.  
    
  An adrenal tide boiled through Karl’s blood as Sean seated himself fully inside, the 
man quivering beneath him.  
    
  “He’s so damn tight…so fucking good...I love to ram my cock in his ass...”  
    
  He and Sean locked eyes and neither looked away.   
    
  It had been difficult for Karl to witness Viggo’s need and desire for Sean, but it had 
been balanced by both men’s bigger need for control. 
    
  It was far more difficult to see him submit to Sean, but even then he understood why 
Sean felt the need to drive the point home.  
    
  Sean may have struck a nerve – though Karl hated to admit it – but Sean was also 
afraid and was lashing out like someone who hid their fear behind cruelty and pain. 
    
  That insight did nothing to change the painful swelling of his cock, nor the small 
moan that escaped his tightly clenched lips and which Sean heard.  
    
  “…How often have you fantasized about him like this?” Sean panted breathlessly as 
he spread Viggo’s ass cheeks wide. “…On his hands and knees for you…But you 
can never have him Karl…”  The deceptive velvet iron softness in his voice fooled no 
one.  “…You will never fuck Viggo in his ass. He’s mine, Urban…all mine…” 
    
  Karl wanted to hate Sean for this latest display of dominance, but when the man 
seemingly forgot about their spectator and concentrated only on his lover, 
commanding Viggo with huskily whispered orders and taking him with passionate 
intensity, Karl wondered as he lost himself in the sight, just whom was Sean trying to 
convince. 
    
  Sean suddenly withdrew, and Viggo winced in protest at the abrupt interruption.  He 
strode over to Karl, his erection jutting out proudly, glistening with lubricant. Sean 
grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked back, forcing him to meet his eyes. Karl 
gazed up at Sean, standing haughtily in front of him, smiling coldly. 
    
  The hand was slowly raised – deliberately – to let awareness dawn of what was 
going to happen. Karl flinched as he realised Sean’s intentions before the blow 
actually struck. Seconds later, Sean slapped him again, fast and brutally two more 
times before he presented his cock, demanding entrance. 
    
  He’d been taken by surprise, and though it should have revolted him knowing that 
the cock pushing against his lips had just come from the musky forbidden depths of 
Viggo’s ass, he realized how badly he wanted it too.  Still, he struggled to adapt to 
Sean’s capriciousness, but there was no pleasing him.  Sean withdrew and slapped 
him again. “You can do way better than that, you Kiwi whore.” 
    
  He pushed Karl down hard on his cock, using it like a jackhammer, and vertigo 
blurred Karl’s sight. He’d hardly had a chance to properly suck as Sean fucked his 
mouth so brutally he could barely draw in a breath. Luckily, Sean had already been 
very close while fucking Viggo – he arched back, taut as a bowstring and thrust up 
and deep into Karl’s mouth and pumped hot, sticky jets of come down Karl’s throat. 
Karl’s desperate swallows only added to the pleasure and with two more thrusts 
Sean emptied his balls so completely there seemed to be nothing left save an aching 
void. 
    
  Sean finally drew out, and with lazy cruelty, slapped him again, though not as 
forcefully as before.  As a final petty cruelty, Sean whispered maliciously, “I hope you 
enjoyed the taste of Viggo’s ass, because that’s all you’ll ever have.” 
    
    
    
     
  It had been nearly a week of Karl Urban as his (and Sean’s) accommodating sex 
toy, and Viggo was in the mood for something special to bring the entire adventure to 
its proper close. 
    
  Actually, he wanted to do something to bring the Kiwi to his knees, to see just how 
far he’d go. 
    
  The power Karl had given to him was both thrilling and terrifying.  Thrilling because 
up to that point, there had been no act, no matter how debased, that had been off-
limits.  Terrifying because Viggo knew he could easily get used to it, and knew that 
Sean would never accede to such demands. 
    
  With a characteristic flash of inspiration, owing more to some stray thought about 
Roman orgies, Viggo decided to hold an intimate little get-together that would feature 
a very special dessert… 
    
  Told of the plans, Sean expressed no emotion, merely shrugged his shoulders and 
set to preparing the various and sundry aperitifs to be served on a living, breathing 
plate. 
    
  Meanwhile, Viggo set to scrubbing the Kiwi down, cleaning him both inside and out, 
massaging the man with scented and flavored massage oil and brushing the thick 
hair until it gleamed with rainbow-iridescent highlights.  He likened his preparation of 
Karl to that of preparing a canvas, and indeed the man was about to become a living 
work of art, both visual and culinary. 
    
    
  Karl lay on his back, adjusting himself until the welts from Viggo’s brutal flogging 
were less visible. His belly was slightly more ticklish, though he restrained the urge to 
giggle as Sean and Viggo began decorating him with cherries and strawberries. 
 Sliced kiwi-fruit adorned his chest, along with sun-dried apricots and pineapple.  
    
  Sean placed small pieces of angel’s food cake (the irony lost on no one) and more 
fruit in a heart shaped pattern around his midsection as Viggo added stiff peaks of 
whipped cream and drizzled a puddle of chocolate sauce in his navel. 
    
  All three men were intent upon their roles – Viggo and Sean as artists lost in their 
work and Karl as their medium, who did not move an inch.  His cock stirred, aroused 
beyond all sense at what was to come.  He saw their eyes gleaming with burning lust 
as he licked their fingers clean of chocolate or fruit juice. 
    
    
  When Sean returned from the kitchen with the last tray of sliced fruit, he found 
Viggo kissing Karl slowly, almost reverently, sampling the various flavours mixed with 
the press of lips.  He paused midway, watching his lover who was obviously too lost 
in the passionate exchange to notice him.  
    
  Jealousy hit Sean like a stake driven through a vampire’s chest. 
    
  Over the past few days, he’d seen Viggo fuck Karl, take Karl in nearly every 
imaginable way, but hadn’t yet seen Viggo kiss Karl the way he was kissing him now. 
Somehow, this was worse than even their most perverted excesses, and with the full 
devastating impact of the scene was the realisation that Viggo had never kissed him 
with such tender abandon. 
    
  Then again, he remembered guiltily, he was the one who firmly believed that kissing 
between men didn’t belong in a relationship based on sex. 
    
  Sure, Viggo did kiss him, but as in nearly every aspect of their relationship, they 
fought for dominance – tongues swallowing tongues trying to force each other to 
allow further and deeper access.  Viggo kissed him in a way that made Sean weak 
with longing, though it went against his nature to be so out of control.  
    
  Just then a flashback familiarity struck him – a few days ago it had been Karl 
standing, rooted in place as he watched Viggo’s tongue lapping out like a broad 
flannel, licking Karl’s face like a satisfied feline. 
    
  Viggo slowly looked up, felt the hostile glare on him.  
    
  “What,” Viggo asked, totally challenging, completely unrepentant. “Give me that,” 
and he pointed at the plate Sean was still carrying 
    
  “
Sean stood there frozen, but inwardly shaking with rage while his tone remained 
deceptively cool. “I take it that you don’t need my help any longer then,” he said, 
emphasizing the double meaning of his words. 
    
  Viggo feigned obtuseness, smiling derangedly-sweet. “Perhaps I don’t after all.  Is 
there a problem?” 
    
  Rising anger and pent-up fears created a maelstrom of emotions in him – shame, 
pain, fury and jealousy – emotions that still had yet to find an outlet. He added 
balefully, “No, I guess not.  He seems to suit your needs so much better.” 
    
  Viggo lowered his voice dangerously, growling, “You should ask yourself why that 
is, Sean.”  Viggo folded his arms defiantly over his chest, his blue eyes darker than 
sapphires.  “He surrenders to me in a way you wouldn’t even dare. I can see why you 
liked using him lover, because you think it makes you stronger.” 
    
  The very moment the angry words fell from his lips, Viggo was struck with the 
sudden feeling that the truth cut both ways.  Still, he wasn’t done chastising Sean. 
    
  “Karl knows what it means to surrender. Maybe you should watch and learn.” 
   
And perhaps I should turn on my heels and leave, Sean thought, and for a moment 
seriously considered to actually follow this impulse. But then, the guests would arrive 
any minute and if he left now, he couldn´t do so without producing a scandal. He 
didn´t want to spoil the evening for all his friends.
 
  “Actually Vig, what I should do is take a shower and get ready for our guests.” Sean 
retorted almost frighteningly calm as if he wasn’t seconds from beating the living shit 
out of him.  “After all, I wouldn’t be a proper host if I smelled like nearly five days of 
non-stop sex…” 
    
  Before Viggo could say anything else, Sean spun on his heel, and headed straight 
towards the bathroom.  
    
  Ian and Elijah were the first to arrive. 
    
  The young American looked decidedly different out of costume – far less innocent, 
the wide blue eyes full of sin as he strode up to Viggo for a welcome kiss that held 
just a bit of wicked promise in it. 
    
  Ian was simply elegance incarnate in tailored linen trousers, his silvering hair 
brushing about his shoulders.  A small diamond stud graced one earlobe. 
    
  Both craned their heads in the direction of the flesh and blood dessert buffet. 
    
  “Very nice,” purred Ian with obvious approval.  “I’ve always had a fondness for 
sweets.”  The way Ian enunciated the word ‘sweets’ made one wonder if he meant 
the food or the man the food was served upon. 
    
  Lij winked mischievously at Viggo.  “My mom was always on me to eat more fruit. 
 She never said how I should eat it.” 
    
  A minute later, Sean strode in from the bedroom, dressed in whiskered jeans that 
had seen many washings and a tight black t-shirt that emphasized the hard 
musculature beneath.  His hair, still damp from the shower, was slicked back from his 
forehead and his green eyes shimmered with an almost cocky desire. 
    
  Viggo had to restrain himself from licking his lips like a dog with a large, meaty 
bone.  He had to remember Sean’s attitude, not lust after him like some boy with his 
first teenage crush. 
    
  Thankfully the door chime rang and he went to answer it. 
    
  “Looks like I’m right on time then.”  Orlando waltzed in, his usual seductive smile 
firmly planted on his lips.  His eyes practically devoured Viggo, also dressed in jeans 
and a t-shirt.  “I think Dave’s right behind me.” 
    
  Orlando spotted Sean, who stood next to Ian.  Giving the merest nod of 
acknowledgment, he turned covetous eyes on the fruit-bedecked Karl. 
    
  “I certainly hope there’s enough to go around.” Orlando walked around the prone 
body, not touching, merely staking his claim.  “I’m very hungry tonight.” 
    
  “I’m sure,” muttered Lij sarcastically.  Orlando ignored him. 
    
  The door chimed once more and this time Sean answered it. 
    
  David Wenham entered the house, clad in tight black leather from head to toe, his 
reddish hair spiked.  He held another figure in tow, a hooded cloak shielding their 
identity. 
    
  With a decadent smile that few ever associated with the cerebral and sensitive 
Faramir, he pointed to his mysterious companion. 
    
  “Miranda’s been very good this week, so I invited her along for a bit of a reward,” he 
said, caressing the outer fringes of the cloak absently.  “I’m allowing her to play a 
little.”  Arrogant command was clear in his tone. “You may remove your cloak.  I’m 
certain the gentlemen would enjoy seeing you in all your glory.” 
    
  With grace and simplicity of gesture, Miranda removed the hood from her head, her 
thick mane of strawberry-blonde hair cascading around her face like a wheat field. 
 Another flick of the catch and the cloak slid to the floor in a susurration of material 
and she stood totally naked save for a pair of patent leather boots that reached mid-
thigh, hands clasped demurely in front of her. 
    
  “I approve, Sir,” Ian growled smoothly and with respect.  “I see you’ve trained her 
well.” 
    
  David nodded graciously.  “Trained yes.  Broken that wonderfully fiery spirit, 
definitely not.  I find she’s far more entertaining that way, and frankly, I value that 
about her.”  He reached out to caress the rose satin of her cheek.  “Miranda, turn 
around and bend over.  I’d like for the gentlemen to see your latest decoration.” 
    
  Like a dancer, Miranda pirouetted, her back to them as she slowly bent forward, 
revealing the soft globes of her ass and the parted lips of her pussy. 
    
  Several pairs of eyes widened as the ‘decoration’ came into view.  On each labial lip 
were two tiny silver rings and threaded through them was a thin silver chain which 
was held together with a tiny padlock. 
    
  David lightly tweaked one on the silver loops.  “Beautiful isn’t it?  I keep her that way 
during our sessions and definitely when we play in public spaces.  A sign to others 
that she is off-limits.” 
    
  Orlando, completely forgetting about Karl for the moment salivated, and made a 
move in Miranda’s direction when Lij pulled him back roughly.   
    
  “What the fuck,” he snarled. 
    
  Lij rolled his eyes as he whispered harshly, “Don’t even think about it.  Wenham’s 
an old-school Dominant.  You don’t go touching his slave without his permission, it’s 
bad manners.  Right now it’s all look and don’t touch.” 
    
  Orli snorted contemptuously.  “Well I hope he’ll let us do more than touch.” 
 Smarting from the comment and wondering just how the hell Lij knew about that sort 
of thing, he let his attention drift back to where Karl lay, completely still, waiting.   
    
  Orlando was horny and hard as hell and had been for at least two days from the 
time he’d received the invitation from Viggo.  He was surrounded by every single man 
(and woman) he’d wanted to fuck and/or be fucked by – except Lij – whom he 
considered a total slut.  An unspoken rivalry existed between them, and it nearly 
drove Orlando crazy to know that Lij’s innocence act was winning. Lij had already 
fucked Craig Parker, Harry Sinclair and Marton Csokas, though to his credit, Lij never 
bragged about his conquests.  He was more than sure that Lij doing Ian, or was 
closer to doing the man than he ever was. 
    
    
    
  Karl hadn’t expected her. 
    
  God, he should have been ashamed – instead he was even more aroused than 
ever.  The feminine energy that hovered around the room balanced the overload of 
testosterone, and quite frankly, seeing Miranda naked was something he’d never 
envisioned.  Much less seeing her naked with a collar and chain. 
    
  Interesting what you learn about people, he thought.  Dave Wenham had certainly 
never come across as a practitioner of the BDSM lifestyle.  Then again, he’d never 
imagined himself as some erotic centrepiece surrounded by men (and a woman) who 
were literally going to eat him alive. 
    
  tbc…