Title: Love thy Enemy – Chapter Five 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!!! P.S. Isn’t it nice that Miranda finally gets to finally play too??? Let’s hear it for the ladies!!! Summary: Anger and passion make for strange bedfellows… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karl Urban floated in a haze of blissful sensuality, his cock hard and straining from the overload of sensation. He was still highly aware of the varying currents of restless energy that hovered around him. They’d all settled around him in various states of nudity and semi-nudity, dining upon his flesh, feasting upon tart and tangy fruits and the salty musk of his body. Lij and Miranda were between his legs, each licking one side of his cock, with Lij using his tongue to lap at chocolate sauce then bring it back to the stiffened column of flesh. Miranda used her tongue to French-kiss his slit as well as share his taste with Lij. She was on her knees, thighs parted wide enough for David to lightly stroke her pussy, tweaking the tiny labial rings which made her gasp, but not let up on her task at hand. David and Ian shared a deep and passionate kiss, with Dave using his free hand to wrap silvering strands of the older man’s hair in his grasp. He whispered against Ian’s lobe, “You may touch her if you wish…” Ian’s fingers joined the other man’s, and were soon coated in slick feminine wetness. Miranda’s hips undulated sinuously against the combined caresses. With a throaty chuckle he replied, “It’s been quite awhile since I’ve played with one of these, but one never forgets.” * Orlando found himself sucking and biting Karl’s nipples with just enough malicious cruelty to make the man beneath him arch ever so slightly, dislodging several pieces of cake onto the floor. He wanted to be where Lij was, and personally didn’t think the young American’s skills at cocksucking were all that great, though he certainly had no complaints at Miranda’s serpent-like tongue feathering up Karl’s shaft and hoped that David would be more than willing to undo that damned padlock. Orli was also rather surprised at Ian, whom he thought didn’t play with females, considering the volcanic kiss between him and David. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, he wondered what Sean and Viggo were waiting for; after all, this was their party. Somehow, he vowed before this night was done, he would fuck Karl’s ass. * Viggo and Sean stood back a little from the orgiastic performance in front of them, the scent of sex heavy in the air and naked desire hovering between them. Like the perfect hosts, they made sure their guests were well entertained before seeking to partake of the revels, though as time went on and the sounds of pleasure coalesced around them, it grew increasingly difficult to simply remain spectators. Neither could keep their eyes off Karl’s rather obvious enjoyment. “Karl’s having far too good of a time,” Viggo observed wryly, “and he’s forgetting why he’s here. I need to remedy that, I think…” The two of them exchanged lightning flashes of challenge reflected in their eyes. “And I guess I should just stand around like a spare cog and watch you try to prove to me why you like such abject surrender then.” Sean’s voice was tinged with ice. “Show me that it’s still me you want and that he means nothing to you.” The unspoken words hovered between them – Or else… Viggo shrugged his shoulders dismissively. “Frankly, Sean, I don’t give a damn what you do. It’s not as if you haven’t had as much fun making Karl do all those things you wish you could do to me…” The Brit’s sharp intake of breath was all Viggo needed to know that he’d struck a raw nerve. With a lazily cruel smile he added facetiously, “However, it would be pretty awkward to explain to everyone why you’re trying to dampen their spirits.” * As Viggo walked towards his prey – that was an apt description, Sean thought – he finally realized he’d had more than enough of his lover’s twisted little power games. He was also done with Karl’s giving into him, tired of watching the Kiwi make fools of them both with his quietly powerful surrender. It was time to change the rules, and time to pay Viggo back. Viggo quickly shucked his jeans and shirt and knelt down next to Lij, who was enthusiastically inhaling Karl’s balls, coating them with shiny saliva. He whispered something in Lij’s ear, but Sean could not hear. Removing his own clothes, Sean dropped to his knees beside Karl’s sweat-sheened head, traced the contours of his face with gentle hands. Slowly bending down, he placed his mouth on Karl’s for a kiss. It had been more or less to annoy Viggo, but as soon as their tongues intertwined and moved together, anger and jealousy sank back into deeper spheres. Karl’s lips opened fully, without reservation or shame and Sean’s body was flooded with all the sensations Karl was experiencing. There was no fight for dominance, but a mutual give and take. Before he had time to consider the implications of this any further, he melted into the kiss, devouring and tasting him in simple primitive pleasure, un- obscured by power-struggles. The kiss left him breathless and he rose just a little, Sean looked down into the dark fire of Karl’s eyes and was deeply touched by the open desire he saw in them. It had to be the highly sexually charged atmosphere; the sensations Karl’s body delved and wallowed in, and surely it was just impersonal sexual desire. And yet… “Sean,” whispered Karl, his voice husky, urging him back to his mouth for more. The way Karl spoke his name, the way he begged for him; yearning, wanting – him - sent shockwaves of pleasure through his system. * Karl drowned in lust. They were all touching him, caressing him, sucking and stroking and licking all over him. Not one inch of skin went untouched or untasted. Miranda’s butterfly swaths on his cock made his balls tighten, not to mention Lij’s hot mouth which rolled them on his tongue. Even Orlando’s feral bites and licks on his highly sensitive nipples drove him further into a hot well of need. The juices pooled in his groin…he felt an orgasm approaching, the most intense one he’d had yet. Sean’s warm, raucous-silky tongue exploring his mouth sent him over the edge. They were kissing passionately, that kiss was now the centre of Karl’s universe, everything else flowing and melting into it, and…now… “Karl!” Viggo’s stern command made everyone freeze in their tracks, as if they were playing an erotic version of “Simon Says”. Sean abruptly ended the kiss, and stared at Viggo sensing danger. “Don’t even think about coming,” Viggo ordered hard, his eyes glistening evilly. “This little party is just getting started.” Karl silently hyperventilated, struggling for control with almost superhuman effort. It was as if he as being ordered to force one’s blood to circle through his body the other way around. Turning back time or making water flow upwards the river would have been far less difficult and of course, he knew that Viggo knew it. He saw Viggo’s face hovering close to him, watching him with cool amusement. “Is that clear?” Viggo growled mercilessly. “You don’t come until I fucking say you can, understood?” Karl gasped for air, answered in the affirmative. “Yes, Sir.” Unintentionally, the word spilled out, and Viggo smiled in malicious content. He loved this – loved having such power over another man, and to wield it in front of others, especially Sean; Karl was showing everyone there that he was Viggo’s property first – and only second, a man. The silence in the room was deafening, uncertain whether this was a part of the evening’s revels. Viggo shot a look of raw triumph at Sean. Orli finally saw his opportunity and before anyone else thought of it, he asked with sly innocence, trying to keep the excitement from tingeing his voice, “Can I fuck him?” All eyes fell on him. Orli looked at Viggo with a faint cunning smile on his lips. Sean could see the genesis of something even more wicked growing and blossoming in Viggo’s coldly sensuous gaze. “I don’t see why not,” he answered blithely, looking down at Karl like he was nothing more than an object. “In fact, I think I should let everyone here take a turn at fucking you…except for darling Miranda of course. Yes, I think you should be my whore tonight...not that you haven’t been that for the past few nights, right?” Cruel satisfaction fuelled his voice. Outwardly Sean maintained his cool composure. Inwardly he raged. Viggo was taking this entirely too far. Couldn’t the man see that Karl didn’t want this? What the fuck was Viggo trying to prove? The man lay stretched out in front of them like an animal they had hunted and were going to slaughter. Karl breathed heavily, obviously shocked. Viggo crossed the line, from using Karl to seriously abusing him. “Viggo…” dismay clearly in Sean´s voice and eyes. “Didn’t you want me to prove something?” Viggo asked, unyielding. Sean bowed his head. Yes, he was sure, Viggo would never do that him. He did it to Karl as a final ultimate humiliation before they set him free. But, in spite of what he had demanded from Viggo earlier, it was no consolation. Sean gazed down at the naked and sticky man, totally confused It wasn´t as if Karl was their helpless hostage. Karl could refuse. With one word, he could end the game and walk out the door. He wasn´t even restrained now. But the look in Karl’s topaz eyes told Sean all he needed to know, with another sting of horror, Sean realised that Karl would comply. He could see how Karl tried to calm down, to settle his roaring emotions and submit to the new trials as if it was karma. Karl was going to give in. * Karl knew he could leave – right now, just rise from this dark sacrificial altar and walk away. He could walk away and tell both Viggo and Sean to kiss his Kiwi ass. Meeting Viggo’s hungry blue eyes, he remembered he hadn’t asked for mercy once - and he had no plans to do so now. No, he didn’t want what Viggo demanded now, but Viggo didn’t understand what drove him to submit, to go even further past his limits. Viggo couldn’t force him to go through with this, just as he couldn’t have forced him to do all the things they’d already done. He’d begged for release more than once, had begged to pleasure the man in any way he wished. Karl was done begging. And if this was the Dane’s final attempt to break him, it would be all for naught. If Viggo wanted to whore him out, to allow everyone (save Miranda) to use his ass, so be it. But Viggo couldn’t control everything…certainly not his responses…nor his choices. He’d be damned if that little bastard Orlando would get a piece of him. It occurred to him that maybe he could use the whole scene for his own purposes – to finally get over Viggo. To tear himself lose from him, to literally let them fuck his unrequited love for Viggo out of him. Over month, he’d longed for Viggo in vain. Now he had the chance to suffer for one more night and rid himself of all his desires – and exorcize his love. * “On the floor, now,” Viggo ordered brusquely while the others looked on, torn between trepidation and excitement. “On your hands and knees…” Karl obeyed, caring naught that he was still lightly covered in sweet residue. As he knelt, they all saw the welts on his back and finally understood what had been going on between Viggo, Karl and Sean. Orli sighed approvingly, tracing Karl’s welts with a long thin finger, itching to sink itself into that tight ring of skin. “You have been a busy boy, haven’t you Karl,” he crooned as he quickly stroked himself to hardness. “I’m going to enjoy this fuck, especially looking at your well-whipped ass…” He was so ready, hotter still with Viggo looking at him with undisguised glee. “Not so fast, elf-slut.” It was Sean. Authoritatively, he blocked Orli’s way, protectively laying a hand on Karl’s ass. “Viggo…” Orli looked back at Viggo for support, whose look of sheer outrage promised severe consequences for the intrusion. “Get in back in your place, prissy elf,” Sean growled teasingly, though his tone was far from jovial and Orlando knew it. “I will take his ass… and no one else… but never mind…” As he prepared himself, slicking his cock with lube, he winked at both Ian and David. “… there will be plenty of him to go around.” Leaving no trace of doubt in his voice, Sean smiled roguishly, “Viggo wanted to know how far Karl would go for him, but, of course,” Sean emphasized the words strongly and locked eyes with Viggo for a long moment, “of course he’s not that much of a git as to go through with it.” From the side he could hear Ian’s sigh of relief – whether Ian really believed him or just supported him as a consummate actor he wasn’t certain. Before Viggo could react, Ian said impishly “That’s good to hear, though I have to admit Karl does present such a tempting picture like that. Still, for a second there, I thought that our dear boy Viggo might have lost it. I simply couldn’t imagine him being such an asshole.” Surreptitiously, he gave half a wink to Sean, then turned and looked at Viggo with such honest approval that it would have been impossible for Viggo to object. It would have made him into a complete and utter bastard in the eyes of everyone – everyone except Orli that was, who, cheated of his prize, sullenly retreated to a nearby director’s chair. Not that, if anyone else beside Orlando were being completely honest – they wouldn’t have minded to have a go at Karl, too – they all were drunk and still highly aroused from the prolonged foreplay. “You do realize he’s still got one remaining orifice…his mouth,” Sean continued conversationally, his hands lightly stroking Karl’s ass, “He’s quite gifted…I ought to know. In fact, the man can take two cocks in his mouth at the same time, so maybe... if you dare and are sure Karl won´t bite you…” and through half-slitted lids he looked at Orlando, still fuming at being thoroughly displaced, not to mention made a fool of in front of Lij. Sean took Karl´s ass –possessively and protectively – and at once sensed Karl´s body response. He was experienced enough to know the difference – to know how it feels when trust has entered the sex and makes the physical communication flow so much easier; he could feel the gratefulness and trust in Karl´s movements, even in the warmth of his skin, and again, it touched him deeply. Tbc