Author's Name: Lostiawen
Fic Title: Boundaries (11/?)
Email: changeling@planetx.org
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM, SB/VM (very lightly implied)
Website: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling/index.html

Genre: RPS
Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Aniron, VOLA, Lirimaer.
All others please ask.

Summary: Orli pulls out his next surprise.

Feedback: Yes, please.

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 : this is for the whole series - BDSM, harsh language, toy use, extreme
kink (specifics will be posted per chapter)

WARNING: fisting depicted in this chapter, as well as wanking, exhibitionism, toy
use, bondage, coarse language, and a dash of angst.

Author's Notes: This chapter is all for Ani, hope you enjoy!  I tried to stick in
a bunch of your favorite kinks, hope it was worth the wait and all of the teasing.
:)

Hugs to Salix for her support, even if you do encourage distracting bunnies. :)

And many, many hugs and kisses to Elizabeth for providing inspiration and her
insanity.

Posted Nov. 2, 2004.

*****

I'm trying to make my latest additions to the script when I hear the sound of the
front door opening and closing. Minutes later, a warm bundle of excited Orli jumps
onto the bed and deposits himself in my lap.

"Miss me?" he says, bouncing up and down.

I kiss him on the tip of the nose.  "Always."

"I'm just glad that you don't mind me clubbing with the Hobbits," he says while he
takes off his sweat-drenched shirt.  He looks at the clock and squeaks, "Christ!
Is it *really* 1 am?  I thought I left early!"

"That is early for you."

"Not when I have a make-up call at 5!  Fuck!"  Orli grumbles. I smile with
sympathy -- I know that he's going to be too wound up to sleep for at least a
couple of hours.  He's always buzzing with energy after he's been out, and it
takes him a while to calm down.

"Anything I can do to help you relax?"

Orli winds his arms around my neck.  "You could do your homework," he says with a
sensual purr.

As soon as he mentions "homework", my cock hardens. He gave me my assignment
earlier in the week, and I can't wait to please him.

Grinning, Orli leans over and pulls out the toybox. He flicks the latch open, and
picks out a large dildo. I'm quaking with anticipation when he hands it to me
along with a bottle of lube.

"Go on," he says, reclining on his side.  "Show me."

I put my script aside and flip the cap open. After I squeeze out some gel onto my
fingers, I spread my legs as far apart as they will go, giving Orli a good view of
my shaved crotch.  I push a finger in, gasping at the contact, and immediately
craving more.  Quivering, I prep myself, using my free hand to pull myself as open
as possible.  Orli licks his lips and unzips his fly, moaning as he palms his hard
erection.

"That's right," Orli purrs, stroking himself.  "Show me how much of a cock whore
you are."

I whimper, arching back as he talks.  Damnit, he knows just how to arouse me with
that sexy voice of his.

"Hungry for more, slut?"

"Yes," I groan, pushing another finger in, but avoiding my prostate.  His orders
-- I'm not allowed to touch that area unless I'm using the dildo.

"You know what to do," he says, squeezing his cock until a drop of pre-come
appears at the tip.

Eyes fluttering, I grab the toy and ease it inside. This one is bigger than last
night's dildo, and I have to work it in carefully.  After a few moments, I gasp as
my muscles yield, letting out a hiss of pleasure as the firm silicone glides in
and touches bottom.

"You're so needy," Orli continues.  "Can't be satisfied unless you're being filled
with a hot dick.  You want some of this, don't you?"  He squeezes his erection
again, bringing it almost within reach.

"Please," I whimper, turning so that I can rub against him.  

Orli scoots away in the blink of an eye and smiles mischievously at me.  "Uh
uh...you know what you should be doing."

Moaning, I stroke my dripping cock, working my erection while I move the dildo
inside of me, pushing it in as much as I can take before I buck upward, screwing
my fist.

Orli says, "God, I love watching you fuck yourself like that...seeing you spread
your legs as wide as possible..."  His breath hitches as his hand picks up speed.
"I just want to throw you down right now and slam into your tight arse until
you're screaming my name..."

"Oh fuck..." Christ, he's killing me with that voice of his.  I can feel the
tension thrumming in my entire body.  "Orlando..." I choke out, jabbing the toy
over my sweet spot until I'm writhing out of control on the bed.  

Orli's hand is a blur now, and he's tugging on his balls with his other hand.
God, he looks so decadent...arching back, his tongue darting over his parted lips,
looking at me with those bedroom eyes...fuck, I can't hold it in any longer...

"That's it...come for me," Orli husks.  "I want to see you shoot your load all
over yourself...and then I'm going to feed it back to you."

"Oh God, YES!" I scream as his sinful words tip me over the edge, feeling myself
splatter all over my stomach and hand as my orgasm rips through me.

Seconds later, Orlando lets out a breathy moan and his entire body stiffens.  He
then cries out, and I see his cock pulse, spurting hot liquid over his fingers.

I watch as he rides out the aftershocks of his climax, enjoying how beautiful he
looks in the throes of pleasure.  A final shudder passes through him, and he
slumps down in a boneless heap.  I resist the urge to reach up and touch his cheek
since he hasn't indicated that we're done.  I wait, and soon enough, Orli drifts
back down to reality.  He immediately scoops my come up with his fingers and
offers up his wet digits.

I grab his hand, lapping up every single drop with enthusiasm.  I keep my eyes
locked with his as I lick his flesh clean, watching the last embers of desire
flare in his gaze. After I give his hand a final, wet swipe; Orli smashes his lips
against mine, his tongue coiling around my own, plundering my mouth until I'm
dizzy.

When we break for air, he grins like an idiot and says, "Brilliant." I chuckle and
he sticks his tongue out at me.  "Piss off, you.  You're on cleanup duty tonight
for making fun of me."

"I'm always on cleanup duty whenever we play," I point out, letting out a little
moan as I pull the dildo out. "Unless you're changing our whole relationship
dynamic? Are you going to become my elf bitch?"

"Cheeky," he grouses while he attempts to push me off the mattress.  "Go on, get
that lot cleaned up.  I'm knackered and I want to get some sleep."

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I jump out and head for the bathroom.  Once
everything's cleaned off, I come back, glaring when I notice that Orli has
snuggled under the blankets on *my* side of the bed.

I clear my throat.  Orli blinks and tries his best innocent look on me.  "What?"

"Why do you always take the warm spot?" I reply.

"Because I'm always freezing my arse off, that's why," he says, blowing a
raspberry at me.

I contemplate starting another pillow fight, but I really should get some sort of
sleep. Shaking my head, I go over to the other side and get into the bed, spooning
myself against Orli's back, sighing with contentment as I wrap my arms around him.

Once I settle down, I'm about to reach over and turn off the light when he says,
"Vig, have you talked to Sean yet?"

You know, I really didn't want to talk about that. That just killed my post-
orgasmic buzz.  I stop cuddling with him and sit upright. "I was going to wait
until the weekend."

Orli flips over and scowls at me. "Damnit!  It's been almost a week, Vig, and
Sean's going to be flying out to England soon.  Haven't you dealt with the fact
that your working relationship won't get cocked up if he comes over to play with
us?"

Shit!  Doesn't he understand that I still need time? It's not every day that you
have your co-worker and friend erotically humiliate you.  How can I do that and
then act like nothing's wrong the next morning? "Stop telling me what to do, elf
boy."

"And you told me to kick you in the arse if you act odd around Sean.  Well, I'm
kicking, and you're doing shite!"

"I said that I'll handle this my own way."

"But you shouldn't..."

"Orlando!  Just because you're my top doesn't mean that you can dictate what I do
with the rest of my life!  Why don't you just fuck off?"

Orli says quietly, "Fine.  If you're going to be pissy, I'd rather that you not
sleep in the bed tonight." 

"What?"

He tosses a pillow at me.  "This is my bed.  You can crash on the couch or go
home, but fuck if I'm going to let you spend the night next to me."

Shit.  I want to argue more, but the cold look in Orli's eyes tells me that this
conversation is over. Tucking the pillow under my arm, I wander out into the
living room and settle in.  The couch is actually pretty comfy, but I toss and
turn during the few hours left before we have to leave for work, getting no rest
whatsoever.  

***

"Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hyn £-... ortheri. Natha daged aen!"  

"Cut!" Peter barks.  "Orlando?  Your accent is still a bit too British.  Could we
try it again?"

"Shite!" Orli says, running his hand through his wig.  "I'm sorry, Peter; my
brain's just gone on holiday.  I'll get it right on the next take."

Peter looks a bit worried and I don't blame him.  Both Orli and I look like shit,
and Joanie clucked at the dark circles under his eyes.  Neither of us said
anything to each other this morning, and we've been keeping our distance from each
other.

We try another couple of takes, and Orli just can't seem to get his delivery
right.  I'm not surprised, he's always had a bitch of a time with these lines, and
his Elvish is always the first thing to slip when he gets distracted. He also has
a hard time looking me in the eye while we're shooting this scene.  However, when
he does manage to force his gaze to meet mine, there's more hurt in his expression
than anger, which is definitely not the emotion that Peter was aiming for.

"Bugger!" Orli hisses when he blows another take. "Goddamnit, I'm *so* sorry about
this.  I thought I nailed it down during rehearsals..."

Peter claps his shoulder.  "It's all right, Orlando. Why don't we all take a quick
break and let your head clear?"

Orli nods and wanders off the set, looking miserable. I see him grab his jacket,
and fumble in his pocket for his cigarettes.  Fuck, this is all my fault. He never
smokes in the middle of the day unless he's upset.  I follow him as he disappears
around the corner, hoping that he'll let me talk.

Knowing that Orli is oblivious as hell when he's like this, I knock on the nearest
surface first. Sure enough, he almost jumps out of his skin before he turns
around.

Poor baby.  God, I really feel like a total shit now.  That's it; I've made up my
mind. "Hey.  Got a minute?" 

"Yeah, sure," Orli says as he lights up, resting his back against the trailer and
not bothering to look at me.

Fuck.  Well, here goes nothing.  "Um...I'm sorry about last night.  You're right,
I've been dragging my ass.  Forgive me?"

Orli turns his head and his face lights up with that wonderful megawatt smile of
his.  "Of course I do, silly human!"

Oh shit, knowing Orli, his next move will be to throw himself at me and hug me
like a koala bear.  Sure enough, I see him holding his arms out.

I back away with phenomenal speed.  "Orli! Stop!" 

"Huh?"

I point to the cigarette dangling from his lips.

Orli blinks and then says, "Oh, right.  Sorry!  Guess I'd better put this out,
yeah?"  He locks his eyes with mine, and butterflies form in my stomach at the
lust permeating his half-lidded gaze. My cock jumps in my pants as he takes a long
drag on the cigarette, his cheeks hollowing obscenely as he sucks the hell out of
it.  

With deliberate movements, he tosses the cigarette on the ground and pounces on
me, sealing his lips over my own.  I open for him, and he exhales into my mouth.
God, my head spins as I taste Orli, his sweetness mixing with the acrid flavor of
nicotine; feeling it curl over my tongue and form an addicting, heady brew.

I suck on Orli's bottom lip as we part, the escaping wisps of smoke blending in
with our mingling breaths.  He whimpers, pressing closer to me, and I run my hands
over his back, wishing that I could feel his naked skin instead of the leather
tunic he's wearing.  

The spell is shattered by an assistant bellowing out our names somewhere in the
distance.  Shit, back to work. I give Orli a final kiss before I touch my forehead
to his.

"Ready to try it again?" I say.

"Yeah," Orli whispers.  He kisses me on the nose and walks over to grind out the
smoldering cigarette butt.  "Let's get back to work, filthy human."

I smile at him.  We're going to be okay. ***

Ah, time for lunch.  Good.  I walk over to Orli and give him a peck on the cheek.
"I'm going to run out on an errand, okay?  Save me something?"

"Sure.  What do you fancy today?"

"You know me -- as long as it resembles food, I'll eat it."

Orli crinkles his nose.  "Ew.  I wish you'd get your tongue checked.  You're,
like, always noshing on the food in the canteen that no one else will touch
because it looks scary."

"As if you've ever complained about what I stick in my mouth," I murmur, nuzzling
his throat and pressing against his body.  Mmm, he always smells good.

"Fuck!  Don't get me started while I'm wearing these leggings!  Bernard will never
let me hear the end of it if I show up with a hard-on," Orli says, squirming
against me.  

I laugh and smack him on the butt.  "All right, I'll let you go to lunch.  But
don't bitch that I never do any favors for you."

Orli sticks his tongue out before he bounces over to the canteen.  "See you in a
bit!" he calls over his shoulder.  

I grin like an idiot before I head back to my trailer. My keys are in my jeans
somewhere around here... ah, there they are.  Shit, now I need something to cover
up my costume...hmm, maybe it's still in the coat rack... no, no, no...there it
is!  I grin as I pull out the huge cloak that Orli bought for me after I caught a
lot of hell for trying to leave in my Aragorn gear a few months ago.

I throw it on, and no one complains when I leave the set.  Thank God...it just
seemed fucking ridiculous to take everything off the last time just for a short
trip to buy flowers for the Cuntebago.

I drive into the first liquor store I can find and pick up two six packs of beer.
Once I've paid for everything, I head back and stash everything in the fridge.
Sean won't be in here until the end of the day -- he's off shooting with another
unit. But that's okay, I need to run my small plan for tonight by Orli first.

***

When Sean arrives at the Cuntebago, he does his usual and chats only with Orli.
Well, usual for the past week.  When I started actively avoiding him, he took the
hint and decided to give me some space.

Orli says, "Sean, do you mind hanging out for a bit and keeping me company?"

"No problem," Sean replies.

"Thanks, man," Orli says, beaming.

I let the two of them chat until Orli's been de-elfed and the make-up artists
clear out. Once they leave, Orli bounces up to my make-up chair and gives me a
peck.  "I'll leave you two now," he says before he leaves, shooting a quick wink
at Sean.

Sean looks puzzled.  "What the fuck?"

"Just hang on a minute."  I run over to the fridge and retrieve the beer. When I
return, I plop it down in front of him. "Your favorite.  As a peace offering." 

"Peace offering?  For what?"

"For me being such a shit this past week."

Sean says, "You were?  Huh, I didn't notice -- you've always been an obnoxious
bastard."

"Fucker."

"Twat," he says, popping open his beer and holding it up for a toast.

I open another bottle, and I tap it against Sean's before we both take deep chugs.
He gives me that devilish grin of his when he finishes, indicating that all's
forgiven.

"So...do you have time to drop by before you leave?" I ask.

"Wish I did, Vig.  Fran added a few more last minute scenes and the solicitor gave
me a mountain of paperwork to go through before I fly back.  Can I take a
raincheck?"

Damn.  Serves me right for waffling.  Oh well, at least I have something to look
forward to in a couple of weeks. "Of course you can," I say before I give him a
hug.

***

Time flies pretty fast as I get caught up in the never ending cycle of work,
coming home to review Aragorn's lines, and putting on a show for Orli every
evening.  And he was right; I do have an exhibitionistic stream a mile wide. I
really get off on playing with myself in front of him, and I'm sure that my
enthusiasm has affected Orli.  More than once, he's interrupted me so that he
could fuck me into the mattress instead.

The dildos have gradually been getting thicker and thicker, but Orli still hasn't
revealed why he wants me to do this.  I'm trying not to be impatient, but damnit,
I wonder how long he's going to keep me waiting.

My question is answered after a couple of weeks.  Orli insists on making breakfast
that morning, which I'm happy to let him do since I'm running behind.

When I sit down, though, there's a bowl of fruit salad waiting for me.  "Is this
to tide me over while you finish up my omelet?" I ask.

Orli smiles.  "Nope.  That's your breakfast."

"Excuse me?"  

"That's your breakfast."

Fuck, it's too early in the morning for pranks.  "Does this have something to do
with the fact that I conspired with Dom to put petroleum jelly on your arrows
yesterday?"

Orli shakes his head.  "No.  In fact, I want you to only eat fruits, vegetables,
and whole grains today. Absolutely no meat, nuts, seeds, or fatty foods.  And
after dinner tonight, you're fasting."

"Did you fall and hit your head this morning?"

Orli suddenly turns on his toppish voice. "That's an order, you hear me?  You
*will* stick to this diet for the next two days."

I bristle.  What the fuck?  "You said that we'd never mix work with play.  If I
follow your directions, it'll bleed right over into filming."

"Unfortunately, this can't be helped.  Now, eat your breakfast."  Noticing my
intense glare, Orli comes closer and strokes my face.  "Come on, Vig," he coos.
"I know you love your meat, but trust me on this one?  Please?  It'll be worth
your while, I promise."

Damnit, he's turning on the puppy dog eyes. "All right, I give!  But don't expect
me to like it."

"You don't have to, luv.  You just have to obey," he says, his face breaking into
a cheeky grin.

***

"Hey, Viggo!  What's with the rabbit food?" Dom says when I sit down to lunch with
my salad. "I thought our ranger enjoyed nothing more than a hearty slab of meat."

Great.  Just what I was afraid of.  "I thought I'd try something different."

Orli settles down next to me with his generous helping of fettucini alfredo, and I
try not to drool all over his plate.  Goddamnit, he *knows* that I can't have any.
I've said it once and I'll say it again.  Evil fucking elf.

Billy snickers.  "Your salad isn't even smothered in dressing like you usually
have it.  Looks like elven food."

"Yeah, Viggo's elf-whipped," Dom chimes in.

"Shut the fuck up," I growl.  Of course, Dom and Billy tease me without mercy
through lunch, and Orli lets them get away with it.  Whatever he has planned had
better fucking be worth it, or I'm going to wring his neck when this is over.

Just to avoid going nuts, I throw myself completely into Aragorn for the rest of
the day. The ordeal I had to go through at lunch puts an edge to my performance
that makes Peter incredibly happy.

When we wrap for the day, Orli loops his arm through mine and pulls me close. "You
were brilliant," he whispers.  "Your anger at Theoden was just fantastic."

I hiss back, "That's because I was pissed as hell and I just channeled it for my
scenes."

"Oh, and why were you narked?"  Orli asks innocently while he's taking a bite out
of a decadent looking truffle.

I grind my teeth.  "Sadist."

"Why thank you, luv." He pats me on the cheek and seems unaffected by the fact
that I'm giving him a stare that would freeze Kilauea over.  "Now, now.  You just
have to hold on until tomorrow afternoon.  Trust me, it'll be worth it."

"It had better be."

Orli kisses me on the cheek.  "I haven't disappointed you yet, have I?"

Damn, why does he always have to be right about that? "No, you haven't.  Come on,
let's go home."

***

"All right, everyone...mission accomplished!  That's a wrap!"

We all cheer at Peter's announcement.  He had promised to let us all off early if
everything went smoothly today. Well, it did, which means that we get the
afternoon off.

Orli snuggles against me and says, "Now we get to see exactly how patient you
are."

"Excuse me?"

He purrs, "When we get home, I want you to go out and take a walk on the beach for
about half an hour.  After you get back, you'll see what I've been prepping you
for."

Fuck!  Orli just knows me too well.  I won't go into detail about how many speed
records I broke to get home.  Let's just say that I almost pissed the make-up
artists off with my treatment of my wig, and several New Zealanders flipped me off
while I was on the freeway.

And, of course, now I get to hurry up and wait. Orli's disappeared into the
bedroom, which means that I need to vacate the house right now. Oh well, there
could be worse things to do than walk on the beach.

It's slightly overcast today, and I let the wind ruffle through my hair.  Orli's
lucky that he was given that particular house -- I'll never get tired of smelling
the salt from the ocean; or just watching the waves crash on the rocks, the water
beating on the stone in an age-old rhythm, carving and shaping the unyielding
material over time.  I lose myself for a while, enjoying the stillness and the
absence of noises from the modern world. Soon enough, though, I glance at my watch
and I notice that my half hour is up.

I practically sprint home, slowing down when I reach the door.  After I let myself
in, I notice Orli's waiting for me in the living room.  Oh, holy hell...he's
wearing black leather pants that are split completely up each side; the only thing
holding it together is an elaborate criss-cross network of laces. To complete the
picture, he's also wearing a leather and spandex tank top that laces up the front
in a similar fashion.

The whole outfit is tight as sin, and I just want to suck on the bits of exposed
flesh that are peeking out.  Crap, he's trying to kill me.

Orli growls, "Take your clothes off and kneel."

Like any well-trained sub, I obey without question. A shiver runs through my body
when Orli strides behind me and locks my collar around my neck. 

"Now, off to the loo with you.  I hooked up a shower shot for you to rinse off
with.  Come back to the bedroom after you've cleaned up."

I don't waste any time hopping into the shower and getting myself ready.  As I'm
drying myself, I avoid touching my aching cock.  I want to save it all for Orli
tonight.

I stroll into the bedroom and I see some sort of bowl sitting on a stool at the
foot of the bed.  There's a pillow covered with a thick towel on the mattress and
a couple of latex gloves are laid out.  

"Onto the bed with you, stomach down.  Put your hips on the pillow," Orli says.

He doesn't have to tell me twice.  I scramble up on the bed and position myself.
Orli grabs my wrists and fastens a set of leather cuffs on them.  I'm trembling as
he joins them together with a long strand of chain that he hooks around a post in
the headboard.

My cock starts leaking when I hear the snap of latex on his hand.  Mmm, sounds
like I'm in for some sweet torture tonight.  

The bed dips as he climbs in beside me, and I can feel his fingers ghosting over
my spine.  He purrs, "Do you know what I'm going to do to you tonight, slut?"

"No," I whimper, tugging on my bonds.

"I'm going to fuck you with my hand."

A bolt of lust shoots straight to my cock, mixed with a small amount of fear.  For
how slight he is, Orli's hands are actually pretty big.  I try to shake off my
jitters, reminding myself that I always can call my safeword if he goes too far.

"Are you ready?" he says, rubbing his gloved fingers over my hole.

"Yes," I whisper.  Despite myself, though, I start clenching.

"Relax..." Orli says in a soothing voice, caressing me with his bare left hand.
Shit, I just can't chase the thought away of how much it's going to hurt.

A hot breath on my ass suddenly grabs my attention. Before I can even moan, Orli
peels my cheeks apart and starts lapping around my entrance with his wet tongue.

Sparks cascade through my nerves, and I push back, moaning for more contact.  I
convulse as he stabs his tongue inside of me, setting me on fire.

Just as I'm about to cry out for more, I feel Orli moving away.  My loud protest
at being abandoned ends in a choked sound as he breaches me with a well-lubed
finger.  Oh God...so good... The small coil of tension within me has made me
acutely aware of everything.  His breath ghosting across my butt, the feather
light touches skimming over my back.

"That's it," he purrs, adding another one.

Damnit.  I'm trying to fuck myself on his fingers, but I don't have any leverage.
"Patience...you'll get what you want soon enough," he says.

A third finger is added, and I come out of my haze long enough to realize what's
coming next.  I start clenching again, but Orli distracts me by brushing his
fingers over my sweet spot.

"Orlando..." I moan out.  I start biting my lip out of anxiousness, and Orli
responds by rubbing my prostate again.

"You're doing great," he coos.  "Don't worry; the dildo you last practiced with
was a lot bigger."

He continues to talk in a soft, calm voice, rubbing my back with his free hand
while he carefully twists his digits inside of me. I moan and try to buck against
him, rattling the chain.  

"There we go...are you dying to be filled?"  I'm incoherent at this point, and all
I can do is mewl in response.  He leans down and licks my ear.  "I know you want
it...you're so hot that my fingers feel like they're getting scorched." Another
shock runs through my body.  "You're practically dripping right now...go on, tell
me what you want."

"Please," I gasp out, "Give me more."

"So eager," he says with a husky laugh.

He wiggles a fourth finger in, pulling his hand back slightly to make room.  I
keep my breathing even, that is, until a huge jolt sizzles through all of my
nerves.  Oh fucking shit, all of his digits are gliding over my prostate now.

A loud whimper escapes my throat, and Orli says, "Oh yeah, you like this, don't
you?  You just can't get enough inside of your hot little arse...you're so fucking
shameless."

His fingers swirl over my sweet spot again, and I scream at the top of my lungs.
As much as I can, I try to push back, only to have the motion thwarted by my
bonds.

He chuckles.  "Is my slut still hungry?"

"Yes...oh please," I moan.

"Then don't move," he hisses.

There's a small push and I wince as I feel my hole stretching. Oh God, he's
pushing his thumb in.  Orli notices the resistance and pulls back for a bit,
letting me settle down.  Once I manage to calm myself, he tries again, that last
digit entering at a measured pace.

Christ, it feels like parts of me are splitting off, spinning into the void.  It
takes everything I have to not thrash around...fuck, the pressure on my sweet spot
is incredible, and I just feel myself starting to come apart at the seams.

Orli's dropping lazy kisses along my spine.  "Ready for the last of it?"

Quaking, and not trusting my voice, I nod. Using his free hand, Orli adds more
lube and slowly presses forward.  I keep exhaling, trying to remain placid while
my hole expands to its limits... fuck, that's too much...I'm about to tell Orli to
stop, but then he pushes past the guardian ring...

"Fuck!" I cry out, shuddering as the rest of his hand sinks into me.

"Can you feel it?" he says in a throaty voice.  "I'm in up to my wrist."

I just nod dumbly.  Oh my God, he's all the way inside of me...and it's the most
fucking incredible feeling in the world.  I'm so full, touching so much of him all
at once.  The realization that Orli is literally holding my life in his hands and
the knowledge that I'm surrendering to an incredible degree to him just reduces my
brain to putty.

Something sparks on another level, and I just feel connected to him by more than
my five senses.  I can't describe it...it's almost as if I can tell what emotions
are going through him right now, what he's thinking...everything.

"I'm going to move," Orli says before he rotates his hand by a slight amount,
curling his fingers into a fist.

Oh my God, what was that?  I just feel like I've mainlined a huge quantity of
adrenaline.  I'm climbing higher, soaring, my senses spinning out of control...oh
God, more... more, Orlando...I can't register anything that he's saying...all I
can think about is flying...yes, more... oh fuck Orli...fuck
fuck...ohGodfuckingyes...ORLI!

Everything suddenly splinters into little shards around me.  I scream for what
seems like an eternity, as my orgasm builds upon itself, snowballing until I
explode in a blast of pure euphoria...and then the world goes black.

***

"Viggo, are you okay, luv?"  Orli's voice says, piercing through the darkness.

Oh man...I feel like I've been through a wringer. My ass is sore as hell...hmmm,
I'm not tied up any longer, and I'm lying on my back now.  Orli's snuggled up next
to me, petting my hair.

"I'm fine," I croak.  

"I'm so chuffed," Orli says.  "I wasn't sure if you could take it all."

"I wasn't sure, either.  Thank you, baby, it was definitely worth the wait."  I
hug him, feeling a residual tingle throughout my body. "God, I love you so much!"

Orli's still smiling, and I know what he's thinking -- he really can't put into
words how much trust and openness passed between us during the scene.  "I love
you, too," he replies, but I know that he means so much more; he's so happy that
it looks like he's about to burst from sheer joy.

I nuzzle the sweat-damp skin on his neck, inhaling his scent and cherishing it.  A
thought occurs to me.  "Um, did you get a chance to come?"

He nods.  "Wanked myself after I worked my hand back out.  You were out for quite
a long time.  Although I didn't have a chance to clean everything up."  He nods
towards the lube he used.

I glance over.  God, the stuff is almost the consistency of melted caramel.
"Orli, where in hell did you get lube that thick?"  I ask, curious about it.

"Oh man, that's right, you haven't seen it before," he says. He reaches under the
bed, pulls out a plastic bottle and assumes the voice of a television announcer.
"This is J-Lube, a powdered concentrate that turns into slippery goo when you add
water." He gestures at it like one of the models showcasing the prizes on "The
Price is Right." "It's quite cost efficient, and it's the lube of choice for pervy
drama students on a budget."

I snicker.  "Okay, babe, thanks for the commercial.  Where do you get this stuff?"

"Veterinary supply houses," Orli deadpans.

"Uh huh," I reply, staring into his eyes.  I wait for him to giggle and tell me
he's kidding, but he just calmly looks at me.  Oh shit...he *isn't* kidding.

My jaw drops open and Orli falls over laughing.  "God, I love it when you gawp
like that, Vig!  It's true... the vets use it when they examine horses."

"Fuck!  I am *never* going to look at Uraeus the same way again."

Orli chuckles.  "And we should move our arses and shower, because we're due at
Elijah's in an hour for Movie Night."

"Oh no, I'm not going anywhere," I say firmly.

***

"Viggo!  It's about fucking time!"  Elijah says as he opens the door.

Yeah, despite the fact that I really wanted to stay home, Orli had his way.  He
generally does.  Damn those puppy dog eyes.

"Oi!  Looks like someone had some fun this afternoon! The ranger is walking
funny," Dom says.

Billy snickers, "Had a good rogering, eh?  Although I never thought Orli would be
on top."

Shit.  I was hoping that I could disguise the fact that I'm really bow-legged
right now.  Figures that my co-stars could detect when I'm acting.

"Oh, sod off, you cunts!"  Orli replies.  "Of *course* I'm on top.  Viggo can't
resist my gigantic trouser snake."

"Ew!  Too much information!"  Elijah says, clapping his hands over his ears.

"Gigantic, my arse.  We all know that Viggo's quite large," Dom says.

"We do?" Billy replies.

Dom looks embarrassed.  "Well, um, yeah. Shite, didn't you see 'Indian Runner',
Bills?"

Orli interrupts, "Why in fuck did you rent that one out?  Having designs on my
man?" 

"Uh...well, you know how the Yank blokes get the wind up about doing full frontal
scenes.  I heard about Viggo's, and I wanted to see if it was a myth or not."

"And who told you?"  I ask.

"Um...Philippa."

Orli chuckles.  "Figures.  She's got it bad for you, Vig."

Elijah lifts his hands up.  "Are we done now?  I'd like to fucking start the tape
before it gets late."

I squeeze Orli's delectable ass, which causes him to yelp and forget about pretty
much anything he's said.  "Yeah, go ahead and play the movie," I say.

As we head towards the living room, Dom sidles up to me.  "So, no details?" he
whispers.

I shake my head.  "It was incredible, and that's all I'm going to say.  It was
almost transcendental..."

Dom rolls his eyes. "Spare me from the mushy, romantic shite."

"I don't think you'd believe Viggo anyway," Orli says, kissing me on the lips.
Figures that he would eavesdrop.  "Come on, let's settle down and watch a movie."

"Let's do that," I reply.  Of course, it's Elijah's turn to pick the movies, which
means that it could be anything.

"So, what are you inflicting on us tonight?" Orli asks as he cuddles next to me on
the couch.

"You'll see," Elijah says with an evil grin. Uh oh, I have a feeling that he's in
one of *those* moods.  

Orli whispers in my ear, "Bugger!  I hope he didn't bring something fucked up
again.  I couldn't decide whether to laugh or to toss my cookies the last time he
provided the entertainment."

I try to avoid smirking at Orlando's distress. Elijah had gotten a hold of a piece
of Japanese animation that was...interesting. "It wasn't that bad, the giant
demonic penis cannons showed a lot of creativity."

"*You* are also seriously nutters.  And whatever he brought tonight is probably
more of the same. Shite, why couldn't he pick something normal?"

"Because none of us are."

Orli giggles.  "Yeah, I suppose you're right.  And I wouldn't have it any other
way."  

---end part 11





Author's Name: Lostiawen Fic Title: Boundaries (12/?) Rating: NC-17 Pairing:
OB/SB/VM

Genre: RPS Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Aniron, VOLA, Lirimaer.  All
others please ask.

Summary: Role-playing with a slight twist.

Feedback: Would be much appreciated since RL is beating me up and I'm feeling
insecure about this chapter.  Please be nice.

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: spanking, erotic humiliation, puppy play (animal role-playing), post-
coital rimming, coarse language.

Author's Notes: Okay, I'll be the first one to admit that the pictures of Viggo's
ass...I mean Viggo training with Uraeus influenced a bit of this chapter.

By the way, one of my hobbies used to be making cosmetics, and edible gold mica
does indeed exist. (how else do you get gold shimmer lipstick?)

Thanks to Salix for research help and consultation for the role-playing section.
Mostly just telling me how to discipline dogs, nothing as kinky as you think. :)

Hugs and kisses to Elizabeth for her help and support this chapter.  I can't thank
you enough for your feedback during the smut sections, babe.  *mwah*

Posted Nov. 25, 2004

**** Mmm, Orli's extra demanding this morning.  I can feel him nudging me
insistently.  Well, I'm still tired, so he's going to have to wait. Shit, just my
luck...he's trying to roll me out of bed.

I reach back to wave him away.  "Let me rest just a little while longer, babe," I
mumble.  Huh? Wait...that doesn't feel like Orli's arm....it's far too thick and
furry.

Furry?  I sit bolt upright, and Uraeus is looking patiently at me, flicking his
ears back and forth.  Damn, forgot that I decided to spend the night in his stall.

"Hey, how are you, boy?" I murmur, standing up to rub his nose.

He head bumps me and almost sends me sprawling onto my ass. I chuckle at how
demanding he is.  

"Okay, okay," I reassure him, stretching over so that I can scratch his favorite
spots.

"You know, by all rights, I should be jealous," Orli's voice says from somewhere
else in the barn.  He comes closer and leans on the stall door.  "You've been
spending more Saturday mornings rolling in the hay with that four-legged tart than
you have with me."  He gives me a cute little pout.

Uraeus seems to snort in reply to Orli's insult.  "I think you made him mad," I
say, grinning when Orli sticks out his tongue at me.

To be honest, I think Uraeus just annoyed because I stopped petting him.  Still, I
can't resist aiming a barb in Orli's direction. I resume scratching Uraeus'
muzzle, and he leans into my touch.  Orli lets out a gusty sigh while he watches
the two of us, and I glance over, finally getting a chance to really look at his
face.  Poor baby, he looks like shit.

"What in hell are you doing up so early?  The sun just barely rose," I ask him.

Orli blushes and says, "You'll think I'm a big poof for saying so, but I can't
sleep when you're not in the bed. I miss being with you."

I walk over to the door and hug him as best I can.  "I'm flattered.  I miss being
with you, too, but we have a lot of heavy riding to do soon, and I want Uraeus to
be comfortable with me.  Aragorn's supposed to be able to talk to all of the fauna
of Middle Earth, and we need to be convincing together."

Orli smirks at me. "Yeah, I know, Dr. Doolittle. Daddy's got to spend time with
his Baby."

I lick the end of his nose, "Smart assed elf."

"Ew!  Okay, okay, I'll stop with the comments about your knowledge of animal
husbandry!"  Orli sputters and wipes off his nose.  "Gah, I don't even know where
your tongue has been."

Oh, now *that* sounds like a challenge.  I open the door and pull Orli into the
stall before he can react.  He squeaks as I send him sprawling face down into a
pile of hay.  

I land on top of him and wrestle his jeans down to his knees. Hmmm, just as I
thought -- no boxers today.  He's wriggling and kicking, but it stops as soon as I
blow hot air over his ass.

"How about I show you where my tongue has been?" I say in a throaty voice as I
part his cheeks.

Orli whimpers, pushing his ass back towards me.  I obligingly flick my tongue over
his hole, chuckling when he moans at the contact.

"Vig..." he breathes, getting up on all fours.

God, I love it when he's needy like this.  I circle around the puckered skin,
watching him writhe underneath me.  He reaches back and spreads himself wider.

"More," he says, his voice thick with lust.

Fuck, how can I resist him?  I stab my tongue in, groaning when his overheated
flesh surrounds me. Orli's gasping now, and I start moving my tongue in and out,
getting diamond hard at the sight of him pulling his cheeks apart while he moans
low in his throat.

"Viggo...God, more," he cries out, trying to impale himself on me.

I reach around and grab his dripping cock, jacking him off with firm strokes.  He
bucks forward, thrusting into my hand, desperate for release.  Smiling, I stab in
as deep as I can and I curl my tongue downward, rubbing it over his prostate.

"VIGGO!" Orli screams before he throws his head back, coming in hot spurts.

I keep moving my hand, pumping his cock until he rides out his orgasm.  Once the
shudders leave his body, he rolls to the side, his cheeks flushed and panting as
if he's run a marathon.

"Mmm, you bloody great perv," he says, looking at me with a half-lidded gaze as he
basks in the afterglow.  I give him a tender kiss before I touch my forehead to
his.    

Our moment of quiet doesn't last long...Uraeus nickers and Orli's eyes shoot wide
open in horror.  "Shit!  You fucking rimmed me in front of the horse!"

"Orli, Uraeus doesn't give a shit about what we do around him."  As if he was
agreeing with me, Uraeus snorts and nudges me.  Guess he wants more petting in
compensation for the humans invading his stall and disturbing him.

"B-but...he's snorting!  He *must* be scandalized," Orli says.

I roll my eyes. "If he's scandalized about anything, it's probably over the fact
that you came all over his food."  I point to the small patch of spunk right next
to Orli's hip.  Of course, that hay is actually some fresh stuff that I put into
the stall to sleep on, but I can't pass up this opportunity to have some fun.

That was a mistake.  Orli is completely mortified. "Oh fuck!  Why didn't you warn
me?" he squawks. He jumps up and says, "God, Uraeus, I'm so sor...urk!"

Oops.  Orli forgot that his jeans were around his knees and he tripped over them;
landing face down with his ass sticking up in the air. I laugh at his predicament
until the tears are rolling down my cheeks.

"Piss off, you wanker," he says before he flips me off. He struggles to poke his
head up and gives Uraeus his biggest puppy dog eyes.  "I am such a twat, luv..."

"Orli...calm down, babe.  You don't need to apologize to Uraeus...that hay is
really for the other end of the horse."

Shit, maybe I shouldn't have said that.  I think everyone living on the South
Island could hear the scream that Orli just let out.

*** As I rein in Uraeus, I steal a glance over my shoulder, and I notice that
Orli's finally stopped pouting. Damn, that took a long time.  I'm surprised he
decided to ride out with me, but he probably couldn't resist the crisp, beautiful
weather. I know I didn't.

Of course, my little teasing earlier has earned me some punishment.  He hasn't
gotten me off yet, but you know what?  It was worth it.  

Orli urges Percy to trot up next to me. "So, there's something else I wanted to
talk to you about."

"Hmm?"

"Sean's been right stroppy since he arrived back.  I think Abby's solicitors are
buggering him seven ways from Sunday."

Shit, poor guy.  "Any suggestions on how we can cheer him up?"

Orli grins at me.  "Fancy a little role-playing?"

"What kind?  Teacher and rowdy students?  Or are we going to act out a scene
involving Boromir, Legolas, and Aragorn?  Has the Elf decided that he needs to
bend the two humans to his will?"

"You know what I'm talking about?" Orli says, looking impressed.

"I decided that I need to learn more, so I've been looking things up on the 'Net.
And, um, I found some books at one of the local shops.  So, what types of
characters will we be playing?"

"This will be a little different that what you've read.  Let me tell you about
it..."

Orli outlines what he plans to do, and it takes a lot of control to not drop my
jaw open in shock. Holy shit...I wasn't expecting *that* scenario. But if there's
one thing I've learned over the past few months, it's to trust Orli completely.

"I'll do it," I reply.

"Brilliant!  I'll call Sean and tell him that he can come over tomorrow."

****

A knock at the door causes me to look up from my painting.  Thank God I was
fishing for inspiration, because I hate being interrupted.

"Could you get that, luv?" Orli yells from the bedroom.  "I'm not done prepping."

I have to stifle a laugh.  He gets so wound up about making sure that everything
is just right for a scene, even though he has nothing to be anxious about.  Oh
well, his perfectionism is part of why I love him.

"Just a minute!" I shout while I wash my hands.  I get as much of the paint off as
I can manage, and then I dry them quickly before I rush to the door and open it.
Well that's a welcome sight -- Sean's standing in front of me, holding a duffel
bag.  He looks pretty stressed, but is otherwise none the worse for wear.

"Sean!  Glad you could make it!"  I say before I give him a big bear hug.

"Like I'd turn Orli's offer down," he says, squeezing me back. "Fucking
solicitors, asking for everything except the kitchen sink.  Playing with you two
is just what the physician ordered to blow off some steam."  He comes in and peers
around the living room.  "Well, where is your git of a top?"

"Still getting ready, you wanker!" Orli says from the bedroom.  "Speaking of
which, you and Vig should get into your stuff."

"Where?  You're hogging the bedroom," Sean says.

"Just use the living room," Orli replies.

Sean mutters something about "prissy, uppity elves", but I'm busy closing all of
the drapes, so I can't add in my two cents. He grumbles a bit more, and then
starts taking off his clothes, revealing a mouth watering six-pack.

Once he's naked, I stand in front of him, murmuring, "God, I missed this."  I run
a finger down his broad chest, and his answering hiss of pleasure sends the blood
straight to my cock.

He pulls me closer and whips off my shirt, and I gasp when he presses his bare
skin against mine.  My head's spinning as his hand caresses my back, dipping just
below the waistband at the base of my spine.  He skims his fingers slowly, tracing
the bare skin underneath my jeans until his fingers brush my treasure trail,
causing me to arch into his touch.

"So did I," he purrs in that voice of his that's just liquid sin.  

He flicks the button of my jeans open and works his hand inside, squeezing my
cock.  I buck against him, whimpering and craving more.  A puzzled look crosses
Sean's face, and he unzips me, shoving my pants down.  His eyes study my bare
crotch with hunger, and his tongue flicks over his lips.  

"Nice shave job," he says in a husky voice. "Orli's work, I assume?"  He starts
fondling my cock, making any intelligible answer from me impossible.

I wind up just nodding, and Sean presses his hard dick against my thigh.  "Nice,"
he says, cupping my balls in his other hand.  "I wonder what it would feel like if
I covered that smooth skin with a nice, hot load?" His tongue flicks across my
ear.  "And then I'd rub it in, marking you like you were my bitch."

Oh Christ.  My knees buckle and I moan, rubbing my needy erection against Sean.
I'm about to plead for more when I hear Orli clearing his throat.

"Cunts.  I leave you two alone and you wind up distracting each other," Orli says,
tapping his toe impatiently.

God, he's just gorgeous, standing there dressed in a leather harness that crosses
over the top of his chest and wraps over his ribs.  The harness is decorated with
metal studs and is held together in the front by a large O-ring. And if that
wasn't killing me enough, and he's wearing those low-riding leather pants of his
and leather wrist guards that almost cover the entirety of his forearms.

My cock twitches against Sean's leg, and it takes a monumental effort to not hump
him right then and there. I manage to peel myself off with difficulty, and I
notice that Orli's brought out his portable toybox for this session.  He puts it
down on the carpet, pops the lid open, and hands me a bottle of oil.  

"All right...no more delays.  Viggo, finish prepping Sean and stash all of the
clothes somewhere out of the way.  Once you're done, we'll get started."

"All right," I say, lowering my eyes to the ground.  

I finish stripping, and I pack Sean's stuff into his bag, trying not to crush the
stuff he brought for staying overnight.  I then put the duffel and my clothes into
the front closet.  Okay, that's everything...I flip the top open on the oil
container.

Orli says, "Hold on, shake it up first.  There's a bunch of that stuff that they
put into lip balm in there, and it sinks to the bottom."

Stuff?  I look closer, and I see gold mica inside the bottle.  Yeah, this does
need to be mixed well.  I close the lid and shake the container for a few minutes.
Once I'm sure that the color is evenly distributed, I open it again and pour the
oil onto my hands to warm it.  

"Oh, and even though this shit is edible, don't get any of that stuff on his cock,
or on yours.  It's really too grainy to be used as lube," Orli notes. 

Good thing he reminded me, because any rational thought flies out the door when I
start to rub the oil onto Sean's body. My cock starts dripping as my ministrations
coat his skin with a soft, golden shimmer; highlighting his muscles and making him
gleam like a mythological hero.  Damn, I just want to fall to my knees and suck
his cock right now, but Orli will punish me if I delay any longer.

I'm trembling as I apply the oil to myself, rubbing it in thoroughly.  Sean is now
kneeling on the carpet with his eyes looking down, waiting for Orli's command.  I
grunt as I try to get the last of the oil onto my back, but I somehow manage to do
it.  There, I'm done.  I put the bottle on the coffee table, and I take my place
beside Sean, copying his position.

"Good," Orli says, pulling out two leather, spiked collars, both of them set with
a D-ring in the front.  One is in the traditional black, but the other one is an
interesting shade of green-blue.  I flush with pride...all of the gear Orli has
for me is always custom-dyed to match the color of my eyes.  

He fastens the black collar on Sean and gives him a pat on the head before he
walks over to me. I'm shivering as Orli clasps the leather around my neck.  

He strokes my hair and murmurs, "Now, remember... keep it zipped.  You're my pet
now, and you'll stay that way until we're done."  

I lick his hand to acknowledge that I've heard him, but I otherwise remain silent.
This is definitely a different mindset than what I'm used to assuming, but in
retrospect, it's not any more bizarre than some of the acting exercises my
teachers have inflicted on me.

He pats my head again and says, "Good boy."  I feel a thrill shoot through me,
knowing I've pleased my owner.  I remind myself that I live for his approval, and
nothing else.

He then turns around, swaying that delicious ass of his as he walks back to the
box.  Fuck, he's bending over...goddamnit, he knows how that gets to me.

I whimper while Orli rummages around, watching the leather cup his firm cheeks.
After what seems like an eternity, he stands up again, grinning as he comes back
with two leashes.

"Is something the matter, puppy?" he asks me while he snaps my leash onto the D-
ring.  

I whine at him, glancing over at Sean with trepedation.

Orli says, "Now, now...I know you're not happy with your new playmate, but you
should make nice with him."

In reply, Sean bares his teeth and snarls at me, rising onto all fours as if he
was about to attack.  Shit. I start backing away, afraid of what he's going to do
next.

"Down, boy!" Orli says.  Sean sits down, glowering while Orli clips the long
leather strap onto his collar.  "*You* are going to behave, or I'm going to have
smack you." I hear a small rumble out of Sean's throat, but it looks like he isn't
going to push it.

Standing up, Orli commands, "All right, you two, I'm going into the kitchen to
nosh on something. Come along."  He tugs on our leashes and starts heading off.

Sean and I follow after him on all fours as best as we can.  Once Orli reaches the
kitchen, he decides to poke around, making several circuits as if he's waiting for
some particular piece of food to magically appear somewhere.  Of course, this
means that Sean and I get dragged around behind him.  

Under any other circumstances, I wouldn't mind; I have a great view of Orli's ass
from here. However, it's really hard to avoid bumping into Sean by accident as we
navigate around, and each time I nudge him, he growls at me.  I shy away, trying
to avoid conflict.

Orli settles on pulling some cold pizza and soda out of the fridge.  He puts it
down on the dinner table and then says, "Sit!" while pointing to the space
underneath.

Sean and I comply, scrambling below and crowding around the foot of Orli's chair.
There's no room under here to sit upright, so we have to press our bellies to the
linoleum while we're on all fours. Thank God I keep the floor spotless.  Fuck, and
now my view's cut off -- I can only see Orli from the thighs down.

Orli ties our leashes to a table leg and sits in one of the chairs, spreading his
thighs open so that I get a tantalizing view of his crotch in those spray-on
pants.  While I'm drooling over the sight, I see his hand appear in front of me
with a small morsel of pizza perched on his fingertips.

I lean forward and gratefully eat the scrap, making sure to lick his fingers clean
after I'm done.  He pets my head afterward, cooing praises, and my cock throbs in
response.  God, this is an entirely new level of submission... just the simple act
of pleasing him sends a thrill pulsing through my body.

The next bit of food that's offered is for Sean, and he eats at a snail's pace,
lavishing attention on Orli's fingers until I hear a soft moan coming from above.
Damnit, that's *my* privilege.

I'm about to growl a warning at Sean, but it dies in my throat when Orli's hand
drifts into view and cups the leather around his crotch.

He traces slow, lazy circles around the bulge in his pants, rubbing himself
through the leather.  Fuck...I lick my lips and watch as Orli languidly pulls down
the zipper, exposing his groin to my hungry gaze.  He pulls his hardening cock
out, and I get a perfect view of his fingers dipping lower, running up and down
the underside of his erection with a feather light touch.

Christ...I'm aching to taste him, but I'm not supposed to move.  It's sheer
torture hearing Orli's breath escaping in short hitches while he teases himself.
I'm just about to burst when he lets out a breathy cry and closes his fist around
his cock.  He tugs on his shaft, making those soft noises of his that just drive
me insane. Shit...I can't take anymore, and I let out a needy whimper.

Orli responds with a husky laugh.  "I'm sorry, I've been ignoring my puppy,
haven't I?" he says before he swipes his fingers through the pre-come beading at
the tip of his dick.  

He extends his wet digits towards me and purrs, "Here's your treat for being so
good."

I creep forward eagerly, but Sean shoves me aside and starts licking Orli's hand.
All right, I've had it with this newcomer.  I push Sean aside with my shoulder,
snarling low in my throat at him.  Sean glares at me and growls, baring his teeth
as if he's about to attack.

I'm about to respond in kind when Orli shouts, "Oi!  Knock it off!"  My neck is
grabbed, and before I can squirm free, my face is pushed down to the floor.  

"Behave!"  Orli yells. I stop fighting, and I surrender to him without argument.
Orli reaches for Sean, but he dodges out of the way and sinks his teeth into
Orli's arm guard, howling like a wild animal.

Holy shit, I can't believe he fucking did that. However, Orli hasn't lost his
composure.  He jerks hard on the back of Sean's collar, causing him to let go.

"Fucking a'!  I *told* you
unhooks us from the table.  He pauses to zip himself up before he rises to his
feet.

Orli drags Sean out of sight, and I hear Sean fighting him the entire way.
Curiosity gets the better of me, but I don't want to trip myself up.  The best
solution I can think of is to grab my leash with my mouth and scurry after them.
Thank God I only have a short distance to go --it sounds like they're in the
living room. Fuck, how did Orli manage to wrestle Sean over to the toybox?

I forget about my question when Orli reaches inside and produces a riding crop.
Oh God...he's really going to use that thing.  

Orli doesn't pay attention to me, though; all of his focus is on Sean.  With his
left hand, Orli grabs the back of Sean's neck and exerts pressure, forcing Sean's
face down into the carpet.  His legs start buckling, but Orli uses a foot to push
Sean's hips up, causing him to point his ass into the air.

"You're going to have to be punished," Orli says in a dangerous voice before he
brings the crop down sharply on a round cheek, causing Sean to yelp in surprise.

My brain doesn't really have time to process this before Orli hits the other one.
Sean yelps again, and he has just enough time to register the blow when Orli
smacks him again.

Orli continues with this pattern, peppering Sean's butt with strikes of increasing
strength, and I wince at each sound of leather striking flesh.  I manage to tear
my eyes away and look at Sean's face, expecting to see it contorted in pain.

Oh, holy fuck...there's no mistaking the sheer ecstasy on his features.  His lips
are parted, and he's panting hard as Orli continues to spank him.  I whimper in
frustration as I watch Sean push his ass backwards to meet each blow, the sunlight
glinting off his oiled, golden muscles as he arches up; crying out and wordlessly
begging for more. 

His butt is an angry red when Orli stops and releases him. Defeated, Sean crawls
over to me, his head lowered. Poor guy...I drop the leather in my mouth and nuzzle
him. He makes a pitiful noise.  Shit, there must be something I can do make him
feel better. All I can think of is to creep backwards and flick a tongue over his
ass, hoping that the contact will soothe his skin.  

Sean doesn't flinch at all, instead making a deep, rumbling noise.  Encouraged, I
begin lapping at his abused flesh, enjoying the guttural sounds spilling from his
throat, dipping my tongue into the cleft between his cheeks. He shivers in
reaction, tension winding through his body as I continue tasting him.  I forget
about the earlier aggression he had towards me, and I keep lavishing attention on
his skin, happy to be giving him pleasure.  Without breaking contact, I move down
lower, licking his balls with hot swipes of my tongue.

Panting, Sean surprises me by circling around and jumping on top of me, knocking
me to the ground.  Before I can protest, he starts nudging his cock at my hole.  I
yowl indignantly, pissed off that he decided to take advantage of me.

Suddenly, the weight on top of me is gone. I look over my shoulder, and Orli is
holding the back of Sean's collar with a firm grip, trying to maintain control
while Sean thrashes around, trying to get free.  

"Sit, damnit!  Or I'll get the crop out again!" Orli commands. At the threat, Sean
obeys, glowering with anger.  

I scramble to my feet and snap at Sean.  Goddamnit, I've tried to be nice, but
he's being a prick. I was Orli's pet first, and I can't believe that he won't
accept that.  I bellow in anger at him, and Sean responds in kind, lunging towards
me.

Orli jerks Sean back and comments, "It looks like neither of you is going to be
satisfied until we establish a pecking order, yeah?  Quiet, both of you!  Stay!"  

Sean and I hunch down, glaring at each other. Orli ignores us and strolls over to
a table, pulling out some silicone lube from one of his hidden caches.

He looks at Sean and commands, "Come here."  

Sean scrambles to his hands and knees, and he crawls over to Orli's side in an eye
blink. Orli leans down and unclips the leash.  While I'm trying to figure out what
he has in mind, he applies lube to his hand and closes his fist around Sean's
cock.

Sean cries out, bucking forward.  Orli murmurs encouragements while Sean thrusts
mindlessly, trying to find release.  He brings Sean to the edge and then stops,
ignoring Sean's pitiful whine of frustration.

"Now it's your turn," Orli says, smirking at me. He removes my leash and I lick my
lips when he puts more lube on his hand.  I get into position without any
prompting, and Orli grabs my cock, twisting his hand along the length.

Fuck, he knows that drives me wild.  I bite my lip to avoid moaning, and Orli
whispers to me, "Mmm...That's it, puppy...fuck my hand. You love it when Daddy
strokes you like this, don't you?"

Shit.  Goddamnit, I shouldn't be turned on, but he's killing me by talking like
that. I hump his fist with abandon, blushing the entire time.

"Oh yeah...do it..." Orli purrs.  My body starts shuddering as I get close, and
Orli chooses that moment to let me go.

I growl at him, but Orli pets me on the head.  "Now, now... save that for Sean.
You'll need that to defend your rank."  Okay, I'm confused.  What in hell is he
talking about?

In answer to my unspoken question, Orli whispers, "You're going to fight him for
dominance. First pet to fuck the other wins."

Fight?  He's got to be shitting me...Christ, I just took a look at Sean.  There's
no mistaking the predatory gleam in his eyes.

I guess I don't have a choice.  I study Sean while Orli backs away, sizing up my
rival.  I notice Sean is doing the same, and the two of us start circling around
each other -- oiled muscles rippling as we move carefully on all fours, both of us
looking for an opening.  I can't hope to defeat Sean in a contest of pure brute
strength, so I'm going to have to rely on my speed.

Sean hits a rough patch of carpet and is distracted for a split second.  That's
all I need.  I pounce on him, snarling in fury.  Sean scurries out of my path at
the last minute, causing me to slam into the couch. Fuck!  He was bluffing.
However, that quick shuffle put him a little off-balance, and I seize the
opportunity to jump on top of him.

He rears up suddenly, growling in anger, and I'm thrown off, slamming without
grace into the floor.  The room spins from my skull impacting into the carpet, and
I roll onto my stomach, shaking my head to clear it.

Come on...come on...get back in there...Oof!  Shit, he's on top of me, putting his
hands over mine and using his full weight to hold me down.  I howl in rage at him,
and I push upward as hard as I can, trying to get free. Christ, his hold is too
firm, and I start aching inside when I realize that I can't move.

Sean bites my shoulder hard and I cry out softly. I can't help it...heat flushes
through my body and I go weak inside...I want him to take me now...want him to use
me...YES!

I scream as Sean rams his cock home, quivering as he fills me.  He doesn't waste
any time on niceties -- he pounds into me as hard as he can, showing me who's in
control.  I'm helpless in this position, and all I can do is cry out as he fucks
me, my skin scraping across the carpet as he ruts without any restraint.

He slams forward one final time, throwing his head back to roar in triumph as he
comes, his cock pulsing while he continues to thrust. I let out a moan as his
empties his load, shivering as the hot liquid splashes inside of me.

We're still panting hard when I hear the sounds of clothing being removed and the
familiar squish of lube being applied.  

"Get off of him," Orli says.  

Sean pulls out, and I protest, hungering to be filled.  I shouldn't have worried
--I soon feel Orli's body pressing against mine, and he rubs his erection against
my crack, leaving a trail of pre-come as he slides over my skin.

I whimper as he tortures me, the heat of his cock tracing a scorching path over my
overheated flesh.

Chuckling, Orli tugs on my hips, pulling me up onto my hands and knees.  "Just
watching you get fucked like that made me so hot," he purrs, bumping his dick
against my hole.

I push back, and he says with a husky laugh, "Such an overeager puppy..." before
he enters me with one brutal thrust. I shriek as he rams into me, feeling as if
I'm being turned inside out.

Orli doesn't give me a chance to recover before he starts fucking me brutally,
hitting my prostate with every stroke.  God, I'll never get tired of this... the
initial bite of pain that soon fades into supreme bliss.  The ache that travels
through my body as he enters me again and again...I just can't get enough, and I
meet each one of his thrusts, silently begging for more.

Noticing my eagerness, he hisses, "On the other hand, maybe you're just a
bitch...look at you, dripping like you're in heat...filled to the brim with hot,
slippery spunk...you just want to spread your legs and get fucked, don't you?" 

I make a small, needy noise in response and he says, "Yeah...you can't go without
cock for one second...you just want that hole of yours filled until there's come
trickling down your leg and you're sore as hell."  He pounds into me, and I cry
out, arching my back, desperate to rub my cock against something, anything to find
relief.  

Orli laughs and keeps up his merciless pace, his balls slapping against my ass,
each deep stroke sending jolts through my body.  I shiver, knowing that he's re-
establishing his ownership of me, claiming me, marking me as his...

His breath starts hitching and then Orli moans and plunges into me a final time,
screaming my name as he finds his release.  I squeeze his cock with my internal
muscles, groaning as I feel his spunk pouring into me, mixing with Sean's.
Fuck... I'm about to die now, I need to come so badly...

Orli's still trembling when he removes his softening cock and flips me over.
Before I can react, he grabs my drooling erection and stabs his tongue into my
ass.

Oh FUCK!  I cry out as Orli laps up the musky fluid in my hole, using his free
hand to jerk me off. I start thrashing from the dual assault, and he pushes in
deeper, simultaneously flicking his thumb over the head of my cock.

I let out an ear-splitting scream and arch up, chanting obscenities as I climax.
Orli continues to pump my cock until I collapse back onto the ground, keeping up
the rhythm until he milks me dry.

He brings his hand towards my mouth.  "Clean me," he says.  

I obediently lick every drop up; closing my eyes as I savor the taste, making a
show of extending my tongue as far as it will go. I manage to ignore the
temptation to suck his fingers into my mouth, even though we're close to
finishing. Once I swipe up the last bit, Orli unbuckles my collar and kisses me,
his eyes crinkling with delight.

"You were fucking fantastic," he says.  "I can't believe that you manage to stay
quiet the entire time."  

"Let me tell you about the time that I didn't speak for three months because of a
role I had."

"Bloody method actors," Orli says as he walks over and releases Sean.

As soon as he's free, Sean crushes Orli against his chest.  "Christ!  That was
exactly what I needed."

Orli says, "I think you gave Viggo a bit of a scare with the biting.  He looked
like he was about to faint."

I reply, "I was not!  Sean just startled me."

"Sorry about that, Vig.  But there's no better way to blow off steam than with a
good spanking," Sean says with a smirk.

"Uh, if you say so."  The idea of erotic pain still escapes me, but I'm not going
to question it if it works for Sean.

Orli looks over at me with concern.  "Are you doing okay?  It wasn't too weird,
was it?"

"Well, you did surprise me at first, but I figured that you wouldn't have
suggested it if you thought I couldn't handle it."

Orli scuffs the carpet with his foot.  "I actually wasn't too sure if you were
ready for this."

Sean snorts, "He's fine, you Southern softie.  Why don't we discuss this in depth
over food?  I'm starving."

Uh oh, I knew I forgot something this weekend. "Shit, we haven't had time to stock
the fridge."

Sean rolls his eyes.  "Bloody great hosts you are.  How about I go pick up some
takeaway after I have a shower? Sound good?"

"Sure," I say, picking up Orli's discarded leather pants. As usual, I have clean
up duty, so I get busy -- hanging up Orli's gear, packing things back into his
main toybox, and cleaning up any oil that got smeared on the carpet.

By the time I'm done, Sean's car is pulling out of the driveway. Damnit, and I
just remembered that I forgot to check my messages yesterday.  Oh well, no time
like the present.  I pick up Orli's phone and call my machine, entering in the
code so that I can retrieve my messages.

The first one is from Peter, asking questions about some of the script changes I
faxed to him two nights ago. The next one is from Ian, gently reminding us that
he's throwing a dinner party in a couple of days, and that we should think about
leaving the bedroom once in a while.

Wait, there's a third message?  I wonder who it is..."Hi Dad, Exene let me take
three days off of school.  I'll be flying down next week for Memorial Day weekend,
won't that be cool?"

Oh shit.  It's from Henry.

---end part 12





Author's Name: Lostiawen e-mail: changeling@planetx.org Fic Title: Boundaries
(13/20) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/VM

Genre: RPS Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Aniron, VOLA, Lirimaer.  All
others please ask.

Summary: Things take a turn for the worse.

Feedback: Yes, please.

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: angst

Author's Notes: This chapter was a bear to write, but it's finally done now.  And
yes, I have finally decided on how many chapters this whole fic is going to have.  

Many thanks to Salix for helping me iron the dialog out, and to Elizabeth for her
support and enthusiasm.  *mwah* 

And coincidentally enough, I finished this on Orlando's bday.  Happy bday,
Orlando!  

Posted Jan. 13, 2005

****

"Luv?  Are you okay?" Orli says, pulling me out of my state of shock. "What's up?"

"Henry's visiting next week," I say.

"That's fantastic!  I can't wait to be introduced to him!"  He notices me chewing
my lip.  "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know how I'm going to be able to face him."

"Huh?  What are you going on about?"

I can't believe Orli would ask such a dumbass question.  "Orli!  You just put me
on a leash and had me act like a dog!  What the fuck kind of father does that make
me?"

"What's the big deal?  It's not like we did it in front of him."

Oh...that's it.  There's no way I'm going to accept him flaunting our kinky sex
life around Henry. "You'd expose my son to that perverted shit?"  

His body tenses.  "What? I did *not* say that."

"Yes, you did."

"And may I point out that you've heartily participated in everything I suggested?
Don't be such a fucking hypocrite."

"*I'm* being a hypocrite?  It wasn't my idea to invite Sean over."

"Excuse me?  *Who* had been drooling over Sean's arse for ages?  And who almost
creamed their jeans when he did naughty things to the beer bottle?  You should be
glad I asked him to tease you," Orli replies, glaring at me.

"You set that up?  Shit, I should have figured -- you never asked me about it
first."

"Bloody hell, Viggo!  As your top I'm technically allowed to surprise you as I see
fit...but I've been doing things carefully with you.  I only called in Sean
because I knew that you wouldn't object."

"So I suppose that I can expect you to force me to my knees and tie me up in front
of Henry?  Is that what you're saying?"

"I never said that!  Why in fuck are you twisting everything I say into something
else, you twat?"

"I'm a twat because I'm concerned about my son?  Fine." I turn on my heel and open
the closet, retrieving my clothes.  

As I'm dressing, Orli says, "Wait? What in hell are you doing?"

God damnit!  Why does he have to be so dense?  "It's called leaving.  I obviously
can't have an intelligent conversation with you about this."

"What???  Fuck you!" he starts sputtering.  "Get the fuck out of my house!"

"I was already going before you started yelling. Jesus Christ, you *always* have
to get the last word in." I stalk out the door before he can reply, slamming it
behind me. If he's going to act like a petulant child, I'll just leave him to have
his temper tantrum by himself.

I get into my car and start it.  I have no idea where I'm going to go...all I know
is that I need some time alone.  I turn towards the countryside and drive, letting
the landscape roll by me.  The trees have lost their autumn leaves, and I immerse
myself in the sight, taking in the color changes and just appreciating the simple
beauty of it all.

The sun is low in the horizon when I finally pull off the road.  I wander into a
meadow in the distance, squatting down in the grass when I reach my destination.  

I'm facing west, and I smile as the sunset turns the sky into a panorama of soft
pastels and brilliant shades of orange.  I wish I had my camera with me, so that I
could capture the play of the fading light on the trees nearby.  The effect would
be stunning.

Sighing, my thoughts turn back to Orli.  I can't believe that he's being so obtuse
about Henry.  On the other hand, he's the baby of his family, so he's probably
never had to think of the effect that any of his actions would have on younger
relatives.

Shit, I should have realized this before we began playing, but I was so intrigued
by this new aspect of Orli's personality that I forgot about the outside world.
It's so easy to lose track of the fact that we're in our own bubble of reality
here in New Zealand, and I'm pretty sure that we can't go back to being vanilla.
Not now.  What a fucking mess this has turned out to be.

***

I groan as I struggle awake the next morning.  Alone. I couldn't figure out a
solution to my current dilemma and my mind just went in circles until late last
night. I wandered back to my house at that point, since I was getting nowhere.  I
don't even remember stumbling into my bed...God, I slept like shit.  I'm still
tired.

I need to do something else to take my mind off of things. Today looks like a good
day for a ride, so I get dressed and head for the stables.

Uraeus flicks his ears when he sees me, but he doesn't give me his usual
boisterous greeting, as if he senses that something's wrong with me.  When I walk
into his stall with his saddle, he rubs his nose against my face, looking at me
with concern.

"It's okay," I murmur, patting him.  "I just have a lot of things on my mind."

He bumps his head against me and nickers, shifting uncomfortably.  Damn, he must
be picking up on my stress.  I push everything aside and focus on maintaining a
calm demeanor, murmuring nonsense to Uraeus while I continue petting him.

Once he calms down, I grab all of his gear and I saddle him up.  Uraeus bobs his
head eagerly as I fasten down the last buckle...looks like he needs to blow off
some steam as much as I do.

Well, I can't disagree with him.  I swing into the saddle and urge him out.  Happy
to be able to cut loose, Uraeus is soon running across the plains at a full
gallop.

Yeah, I needed this...needed to feel the wind in my hair as the ground speeds past
me, needed to lose myself in the pulse of Uraeus' hoofbeats against the dirt.

Eventually, he stops to drink some water out of a brook, and that's when I hear
the sound of another rider coming closer.  Shit, don't tell me Orli followed me
out here.

I look up and breathe a sigh of relief when I see that it's Karl.  Well, let's
just hope that he's out for a quick ride and I can get rid of him.  I really don't
feel like talking to anyone.

Karl pulls up beside me and says, "Morning, Vig.  Where's your other half?"

"Um, sleeping in."

He frowns at me and says, "Don't take the piss with me. You look like shite warmed
over.  Did something happen?"

I run my fingers through my hair.  "We had a fight."

"Fuck.  Do you want to go out for a pint and bend my ear about it?"

"No...we just need some breathing room."

"Viggo..." Karl says, looking at me with concern. Fuck this, I absolutely do not
need anyone's pity right now.

"Everything's fine, Karl.  Thanks for asking."

Karl gazes at me skeptically.  "All right.  But if you need to talk, I'm free to
listen."  He gives me a pat on the shoulder.

"I'm sure everything will be fine on Monday." Karl decides to leave it at that,
and I say my goodbyes to him before I bring Uraeus back.

The rest of the day was pretty unremarkable.  I decided to just sit on my deck,
quietly observing everything around me, too distracted to write in my journal. I
didn't really move until nightfall, and once the light faded, I just went in and
brooded some more.

It's about midnight now, which means that I should give Henry a call.  I'm
dreading talking to him, but I need to get his flight information.  Besides, I
haven't talked to him since last week, and I need to hear his voice again.

I feel a pang of guilt as I dial Exene's house. Every time we've talked, I've
deliberately avoided mentioning my relationship with Orlando.  I really wanted to
save that bit of information until I could see him face to face.  And I guess my
initial wish to keep shielding him made it so easy for me to ignore the
implications of my little play sessions with Orli. However, now Henry's coming
over, and I just can't avoid it.

After a few rings, I hear the phone pick up. "Hello?" Henry says.

"Hey, how have you been?"

"Dad!  You got my message?" he says enthusiastically. So far, so good.

"Yeah.  It's great that managed to get a few more days off.  When are you
arriving?"

He rattles off his flight information and then proceeds to update me about his
week.  He's doing great in school, and his friends have asked him if he could
"bring back one of those cool swords you keep talking about."

I laugh.  "Security's pretty tight, so I don't think Peter will allow it.  But you
can check out Aragorn's sword, if you want."

"Really?  That's great!  How's everything going down there?"

"Crazy.  We've been filming the Edoras scenes, and Peter had this great set built
on top of a hill."

"Awesome!  Does that mean you were actually in Meduseld?"

I beam at Henry's enthusiasm.  Yeah, this was definitely worth flying out to New
Zealand for 15 months.  "Uh huh.  The WETA people went nuts with the horse motif
and just carved variations of it into everything.  I'm still stunned by the amount
of detail that's been worked into every object..."

"I bet that means that Orlando has to really pay attention so that he doesn't trip
on something, huh?"

My throat tightens as soon as Orli's name is mentioned. Our argument comes rushing
back to me.

"Dad?"

Damn.  I shouldn't be spacing out like this. "Sorry...another set of rewrites just
came in."

"Sounds like you're busy again.  Maybe I should hang up?"

Well, that backfired.  "You don't have to..."

"I'll be over there in a few days.  I think I can wait.  Don't worry about it."

I grin.  "All right.  I'll see if I can leave to pick you up.  If I can't make it,
I'll have Peter send someone."

"Cool.  See you soon."

"Bye, love you lots."

"Ew!  Don't get all mushy on me!  I'm not some *kid*."

I chuckle.  "All right, I'll see you soon.  Is that better?"

"Yeah.  Bye, Dad!"  Once I hear him hang up, a feeling of dread settles in.  I
hope Orli comes back to his senses tomorrow.

*** I could kick myself for my famous last words to Karl yesterday. To say that
Orli and Sean gave me a chilly reception when I walked into the Cuntebago Monday
morning is the understatement of the year.  I heard them talking quietly as I
approached, but once I came in, there was dead silence.  So much for hoping that
Orli would be reasonable.

Neither of them said anything to me while we were getting made up, and Orli
practically shot out of the trailer as soon as he was elfed.

Great.  Just fucking great.  Thank God I don't have too many scenes with him
today.  Sean obviously doesn't want to deal with me, either, so I take off for my
set once I'm ready.

Everyone gives me a wide berth, probably because they can tell that I'm really
pissed off and I need my space.  Which is definitely a good idea, because a sane
person *should* give me some distance today.

Of course, sane is something that Bernard isn't. When he sees the expression on my
face he says, "I spoke to Karl yesterday.  Are things all right with you and
Orlando?"

I make a mental note to slowly torture Karl before I kill him.  There's no way I
can dodge this question. I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh, "No, not really."

"What happened?"

So how do I do this without spilling details about our kinky sex life?  "Um, we
had an argument about certain things..."

"Things?"

"I'm sorry...it's really personal.  But it does concern our relationship and the
fact that Henry's visiting soon."  I'm hoping at this point that Bernard will take
the hint that I need to remain vague.

Fortunately, he picks up on the discomfort in my body language.  "I see...Well,
how did Henry react when you told him that you were in love?"

"Um, I haven't mentioned it yet."

Bernard looks at me like I've grown another head. "You haven't?  Are you daft?"

"Look, I didn't want to drop the bomb that his father is dating someone close to
his age over the phone; although that may be a moot point now. Orli doesn't want
to go near me with a ten foot pole."

Bernard sighs, "What a right mess."

"Tell me about it," I say, picking at a stray thread on my costume.

"Will the two of you be able to sort things out?" he says, squeezing my shoulder
for reassurance.

I close my eyes.  "I don't know."

---end part 13





Author's Name: Lostiawen e-mail: changeling@planetx.org Fic Title: Boundaries
(14/20) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/VM

Genre: RPS Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Aniron, VOLA, Lirimaer.  All
others please ask.

Summary: Continuing to hold out.

Feedback: Yes, please.

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: angst! Oh, and a little bit of bondage and D/S.

Beta : Salix

Author's Notes: Okay, I *really* have to apologize for the long wait...but the
angst continues.  Please don't shoot me, the muses wanted it this way.

However, because this chapter is angst-filled, Salix cracked the whip and said
that I really shouldn't release it unless I'm prepared to release the next chapter
in a reasonable timeframe.

So, Chapter 15 is in first draft format, and I will have it ready in a couple of
weeks.  The plan is also to be more regular with posting chapters.  Thanks to
everyone for your patience...angst ain't really my schtick, so it's been tough to
write.  

*huggles* to Salix to give me the kick in the butt I needed.

Posted Apr. 24, 2005


****

The end of the day comes, and it's pretty joyless.  Orli doesn't say a word to me
while we're in make-up, and once he's done, he runs over to the Hobbits' trailer.
Knowing him, he's probably going to drag them out for drinks and dancing. Sean
still isn't talking to me, but the glare he gives me would kill pretty much anyone
dead.  Guess we all need some space.

I drive home and bury myself in work.  It's the best way to avoid thinking about
anything.  God, how did we come to this?

No, don't think about that...concentrate...yeah, this scene would flow better if
Liv and I did it in Elvish...made a note there.  Hmmm, I think Aragorn should be
more hesitant in this one with Theoden.  He hasn't quite grown into the role of
King.

I forget about the passage of time, and when I finally look up, it's about 2 in
the morning.  Shit, I need to get some sleep.

I'm pretty exhausted from today and I pass out as soon as my head hits the pillow.
I'm drifting in space, in the comforting darkness...

Everything shifts and I'm now standing on the Lothlorien set in my costume.  Wait,
no...it's not a set.  The mallorn trees seem to go on infinitely.  Cascades of
water are spilling from the branches, breaking apart into tiny jewels before they
hit the ground.

I hear sweet, high voices singing in welcome, and I turn to see Orlando standing
beside me in his full Legolas costume.

I open my mouth to say something, but I'm having trouble forming words.  It
doesn't matter, though; Orli takes the initiative by grabbing my hair and yanking
my head back. 

My knees immediately turn into water, and I sink to the ground moaning.  Vines
snake out of nowhere, wrapping themselves around my wrists and ankles, yanking me
into the air and suspending me above the ground in a spread-eagled position.  I
struggle as hard as I can, but I'm immobilized.  I try to plead with Orli to let
me go, but my mouth won't work.

Orli's lips turn upward in a slight smile as he runs a hand down the front of my
leather jerkin.  Without saying a thing, he grabs the material and rips it clean
off my body.

I gasp in surprise, and I try to break free, but the vines are too strong.  Orli's
clothes just disappear, revealing an erection that would make most porn stars look
small.  

Oh fuck...there's no way I could take that.  I thrash around like hell, causing
Orlando to chuckle.  "Your struggles are in vain, human," he says in Legolas' rich
tones.

He spreads my cheeks open and purrs, "You are mine," before he rams his massive
cock inside of me.  I open my mouth and silently scream...but there's no pain
involved at all, just pure pleasure flooding my system.

I writhe, trying to get away...but I'm helpless... all I can do is take it while
he spears me on his throbbing length. I try to protest that I don't want this,
that I just want to make love to my sweet mohawked Elf Boy, but the jolts
traveling through me from Orli's hard thrusts short-circuit all of my thoughts,
driving me insane.

With a shudder, I surrender to him, and I find my voice.  I beg Orli to fuck me,
to take me and use me, sobbing out that I'll always be his whore...

Suddenly, I'm back in my bed, with my hand wrapped around my softening cock.  The
sheets have been kicked back, and there's a sticky mess covering my belly. 

Damnit.  I can't even get away from kink in my dreams. I refuse to analyze what
that was all about.  Get back to business, Viggo, clean up and get some sleep.

Okay, that's done.  Settle down back in bed...don't think about how good it felt
to have Orli give you the fucking of your life...no, don't think, you stupid
bastard...okay, better...falling back asleep again...

Orlando snuggles against me, pressing warm lips to my chest.  He looks adorable
with his unkempt curls tumbling down around his face, and his wide, vulnerable
eyes.

I tilt his chin up and claim his mouth with a slow kiss.  "I love you," I say.

His expression turns into one of pure anger.  "No, you don't. You have no clue
about how to sustain a relationship. Not that you've ever had a real one."  He
laughs bitterly. "You're the worst thing to ever walk into my life.  Hell, even
Jemma was better than you were."

"That's not true!" I protest.

"Piss off, Viggo.  You've ruined me completely; you've ruined Henry's life
completely...In fact, all you do is fuck up things for everyone else. You can't do
anything right.  You have no talent, your paintings are shit, and frankly, Peter
has finally figured out that you don't know what the hell you're doing with
Aragorn.  This production is going to go down in flames, and it's all *your*
fault."

I scream at him that none of this is true, and I'm abruptly back in my room,
covered in a cold sweat. Shit, what a horrible fucking nightmare.  What time is
it?  Great, it's still early.  And now the dog next door is barking... This is
going to be a long fucking night.

**** Morning in the Cuntebago is just all around shitty.  Orli gets scolded by
Tanya for the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes.  I can tell by the way the
light makes him wince that he's nursing a hell of a hangover.

Nice to see that I'm not the only one suffering here. I couldn't get back to sleep
at all...and I couldn't concentrate enough to write or paint.  I'm cranky as shit,
which doesn't lead to very charitable thoughts right now.

A little voice in the back of my head starts telling me that I wasn't being
unreasonable when I asked Orli to have some consideration for Henry's feelings;
after all, I've given him so much by agreeing to play...and goddamnit, I'm the one
who's in charge outside of the bedroom.  I'm the one who soothes his nerves after
a bad day...I'm the one who has to remain calm when the shit hits the fan.

Fuck this...he owes *me*.  He can drink until he pukes tonight, but I'm not doing
a damn thing until I get an apology.  I look over at Orli, and even through his
headache, he manages to glare balefully at me.  I know what he wants; and I'm not
giving it to him.

He could even try the puppy dog eyes, but that's not going to work -- I can out-
stubborn anybody.  It's a side effect of having to deal with Exene for ten years.

Julie comes in, walking as if the floor was made of candy glass. "Um,
Viggo...Peter wants you on set, is that okay?" she says timidly.

Christ, this shouldn't be spilling out onto everyone else, especially not the
assistants.  I give Julie my warmest smile. "Sure.  I'll be right out." I pick up
my sword and we stroll out of the Cuntebago.

As soon as we're outside, I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.  "And I'm sorry
that I've been so hard to work with for the last couple of days.  I have a few
things on my mind."

She blushes.  "Oh no, you've been fantastic as usual, really."

It's a convenient lie.  I've been a bastard, but I think only Sean, Karl, or
Bernard would tell me that to my face.

I see Peter in the middle of the usual chaos on the set. He spots me easily, and
after he approves some drawings from the design team, he comes over and we discuss
today's shots.  We have a fight with the Uruks, so Peter gives me a rundown of
what he would like to see.

Uh oh.  *We* have a fight.  Meaning myself, John, and Orli.  I'll definitely have
to keep my focus.

Once Peter is done talking to me, I notice that Orli has walked onto the set.  I
immediately make my way to the coffee pot, wanting to keep as much distance
between myself and Orlando.

I can still see Peter talking to Orli, gesturing and showing what he wants Legolas
to do.  Hope Orli can take it all in...he's not bouncing around like he normally
does when Peter describes an action scene to him.  Oh, stop it, Viggo.  You will
not feel guilty.

Looks like everything's ready; Peter's gesturing us to take our marks. I'm
surrounded by one pack of stunties, while Orli and John are surrounded by another.

"All right, action!" Peter says.

I swing my sword with all of my strength, barreling my way through wave after wave
of Uruk-Hai.  They try to overwhelm me, but I can hold my own.  I'm about to set
up for a close-up stunt when I hear a cry of pain.  Oh shit!  That was Orli's
voice.

"Cut!  We need a medic!"  Peter shouts.

I rush over, pushing my way past everyone. Once I'm through, I see that Orli is
slumped down on the ground, gripping his head with one hand. 

"Shit, I'm sorry, Vig," Sala says.  "He went right instead of left, and I clocked
him with my sword."  He looks extremely uncomfortable, as if he's afraid that I
might go ballistic on him for hurting Orli.

I clap Sala on the shoulder.  "Don't worry about it, accidents happen."  I go to
Orli's side, and he hasn't moved an inch.  His eyes are still squeezed shut, and
his face is twisted in pain.

Even though I'm still pissed off, I still don't want to see him getting hurt.
"Are you okay?" I murmur. I brush my fingers over his wig.  "Let me see..."  

Orli abruptly slaps my hand away and snarls, "Fuck off!  I *don't* need babying,
especially not from you."  

The anger in his voice makes my gut clench, and I feel like he stabbed me with a
knife.  I glower at him, mad as hell that he should treat me like this.  

I'm about to lay into him, but the medic has arrived now, and she pushes me to one
side.  She examines Orli for obvious signs of injury and then wiggles her hand in
front of his face.  "How many fingers do you see?"

"Two," he says correctly.

"All right," she says, helping Orli to his feet.  "I'm going to take you to make-
up, because I want to see if any skin is broken under that wig.  But I think
you're otherwise all right."

She tows Orli off the set, and Peter signals that he wants to talk to me.  Alone.

Great, just fucking great.  I'm pretty sure that I know what Peter has to say. I
follow him, and once I'm in his office, he says, "Viggo, most directors won't
allow on-set romances.  I've always been fine with the fact that you and Orlando
are a couple, but I can't have this production jeopardized by the way you two are
carrying on."

I hate being right.  "I'll take care of it, Peter.  Are you going to give Orli the
same talk?"

Peter nods.  "I'll have an assistant fetch him once the medic's done with him."

"Okay, thanks," I reply.

"You're welcome."  After I leave Peter's office, I find Julie and ask her if I
could make a call on her cell. She agrees, and lends me her phone.  

I thank her, and then I proceed to locate a spot that's somewhat private.  The
last thing I need is a nosy hobbit or crew member eavesdropping on me.

I eventually find a quiet area behind a few trailers, and I punch in Orli's number
once I'm sure the coast is clear.  

His voice mail activates with the usual long, babble filled greeting.  Okay,
Viggo.  Keep this short.  He doesn't have any patience for the usual stream of
consciousness message.  "Hey, Peter's probably talked to you by now.  I think we
should meet at the Green Parrot and work this out.  I get off at 9pm, and I'll
have a table for us."

There, done.  I hope we can work out something reasonable tonight.

***

My heart skips when I see Orli approaching the table, but then I feel that clench
in my gut again.  I have this niggling dread that this is not going to go well.

Orli must be feeling the same way; he looks pensive, as if he's afraid that I'm
going to bite his head off. He plops down and grabs the beer that's already
waiting for him.

"Thanks," he says, taking a sip from the bottle.

"Figured you needed some Dutch courage," I reply, gulping down some of my beer.

"Oh yeah, you always know what's best," Orli says, his voice dripping with
sarcasm.  "That's why we're not talking to each other."

"Fuck!  I didn't ask you here so that we could start arguing again!" I hiss.

Orli doesn't reply, he just starts picking at the label on his beer.  His eyes are
lowered, and I see doubt and regret flitting across his face.

"Look," I say carefully, "When...when we started, I didn't think about the
consequences.  Can we just go back to the way it was?"  

Orli's face darkens.  "There's no going back, Viggo. You know that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want a repeat of what happened with Jemma.  Either you fully
embrace what we're doing, or we end it.  I just can't deal with vanilla lovers any
longer."

"You don't leave me much choice, then...I'm sorry, Orlando," I say, putting my
beer down.  "I'll get my things tonight."

"Fine," he says, getting up and leaving.  And just like that, it's all over.

I really hate being right.

---end chapter 14





Author's Name: Lostiawen e-mail: changeling@planetx.org Fic Title: Boundaries
(15/20) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: OB/VM

Genre: RPS Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, More Than Mates, Aniron, VOLA, Lirimaer.  All
others please ask.

Summary: The aftermath

Feedback: Yes, please.

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.


Beta : Salix

Author's Notes: Well, here it is, a couple of days early.

Many, many thanks to my lovely beta, Salix, for kicking me in the butt and for
doing a bang up job in a short amount of time.  You rock!

Posted May 6th, 2005

****

Miserable doesn't even begin to describe how I feel as I get my things from Orli's
house. When I get back, I grab my bottle of Crown Royal and down shots until I
pass out on the sofa.

I don't have any more nightmares that night.  That's the good news.  The bad news
is that when I wake up, all of my muscles are aching and my head feels like it's
about to explode. I also think some sort of furry animal just crawled inside my
mouth and died.

Somehow, I drag my ass over to the bathroom to clean up.  Shit, I'm glad Aragorn
is supposed to look tired and worn, or else Tanya will flay me for the bags under
my eyes. I take a quick shower, grab my script and get ready for another day of
work.  

Well, at least that was the original plan.  Orli and I are both so out of it that
we blow a huge amount of takes.  Everyone's frustrated as hell, so Peter dismisses
the two of us after I tell him about what happened last night. I try to protest,
but he tells me that he can film some scenes of Sam and Frodo crawling around on
the rocks near Emyn Muil.

**** I've barely dragged myself home when my phone rings.  I grab it, thinking
that it's Peter calling.  "Hello?"

"Viggo?  Hey, it's Sean.  What's this bollocks about you and Orli being quits
now?"

Shit, Orli must have told him.  "It's true, we broke up last night."

There's a pause on the phone, and then Sean replies, "Shite.  It sounds like you
need a drink, mate.  Maybe several."

This better not be an excuse for him to lay into me.  "Uh, aren't you pissed off
at me?  You looked like you were going to rip my head off and shit down my neck on
Monday."    

I hear a snort at the other end. "Yeah, well...what was I to think?  I go for
takeaway after a great puppy play scene, and when I came back, Orli was ranting
about the fight you just had.  I wanted to spend the rest of the weekend having
some mind-blowing sex; but because of your row, I wound up having to play agony
aunt to a narked elf."

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

I start launching into a protracted apology, but Sean cuts me off. "Forget it,
that's water under the bridge.  You sound like you could use some company while
you get completely shit-faced."

The mention of drinking again makes me grimace. "Ugh.  I think I've had enough
booze.  I downed most of my scotch last night and now I've got a hell of a
hangover."

Sean makes a desultory noise.  "What kind of a Dane are you?  Elijah's little
sister can handle more than that. Come on, mate, it's just a beer.  Hair of the
dog, remember? And I'm going to keep on you until you say yes."

Damnit, he's in one of those moods.  He really will badger me until I give in.
"Fine.  I'll be over in a few."

"Actually, I'll pick you up.  I have to go out and restock anyway.  Besides, I
want to make sure that you don't run off into the woods or something."

Yeah, Sean knows me too well.  "All right.  Fine."

He chuckles.  "Goodbye, you daft bugger."

"Bye."

After I hang up, Sean drives over to my house in record time, and we swing by the
liquor store to pick up some beer. We then make our way back to his place, and
once we're inside, Sean motions to me to help myself to the alcohol while he
bustles around the kitchen.

I pop the cap off and take a long chug.  Ah, that really does hit the spot.
Still, I don't want to talk about the split, so I just park my ass on the couch
and start rambling about whatever comes to mind.

I stop when I hear a car pulling into the driveway. Hmmm, sounds familiar...oh
shit, that's Orli's car.  I'm about to give Sean hell when he gives me a withering
glare that kills any argument.

"Stay right where you are, Vig.  I'll beat your arse if I have to."  There's no
warmth in his voice, telling me that he won't accept any compromises. He's also
buffed out from doing all that rock climbing in the morning, so he really could
kick my ass with ease.

Just my fucking luck, I have to sit tight and obey him.

There's a knock on the door and Sean gives me another evil look before he goes
over to answer it.  Once the door is opened, Orlando flings himself at Sean,
crushing him in a bear hug.

"Fuck, man.  Thanks for the invite.  I need to yabber to someone who'll
understand..." Orli stops babbling at that moment because he's finally spotted me.
Shit, I know Orli -- his first impulse will be to run.

Sean probably realized this too, because he grabs Orli and hauls him into the
living room, tossing him onto the couch beside me.

Orli sputters indignantly, but Sean says, "You twats are going to sit here until
you work things out."

"What?  Sean, I *told* you that Viggo called me a sick bastard..." Orli whines.

"I did fucking not!" 

"SHUT IT!" Sean barks.  "Fuck!  You two are worse than my girls!  Sit the fuck
down and don't talk unless I ask you to."

Orli replies, "And what if I don't want to?"

An evil glint comes into Sean's eye.  "Then I'll have to fetch something from my
toy box...perhaps the new stuff that I bought during my last trip to London?"

Orli blanches and closes his mouth.

"Better," Sean says.  "Now, let's start from the beginning.  What happened after I
left, Viggo?"

"I checked my messages, and one of them was from Henry.  He's visiting this
weekend...and I'm not sure how I can face him after all that we did."

Sean looks at me with skepticism.  "Is that all? I doubt that Orli would toss you
out on your ear just for that..."

"No, Orli didn't seem concerned at all about what Henry would think about our
relationship.  In fact, he seemed to think that it was okay if we paraded our
kinky lifestyle in front of my son."

Orlando opens his mouth, but Sean makes a zipping motion.  "Vig, I heard Orli's
side of the story on Sunday...can you do me a big favor?"

Good old Sean.  I can always count on him to see the wiser side of things.
"Sure."

"Tell me *exactly* what Orli said that started the row."

"He said, 'What's the big deal?  It's not like we did it in front of him.' As if
my concerns didn't count at all."

I expect Orli to make an outburst, but he looks at me like I just kicked a wounded
puppy. Oh shit...I think I made a mistake.

"Viggo," Sean says, "Get your head out of your arse, you twat. You completely
overreacted.  Orli didn't say *anything* about doing it in front of Henry.  And
being into kink doesn't reflect on your ability to be a parent.  Shit, I was still
really active in the BDSM scene after Lorna was born."

While I'm trying to process this, Sean adds, "How in fuck do you think I met my
wives in the first place, you thick bastard?  You know I won't hook up with
vanilla people."

I'm stunned at this point, and I just open my mouth and close it, completely at a
loss for words.

Sean pats my shoulder.  "Look," he says.  "I know this new for you, and I know
this is frightening territory.  But honestly, do you really think that Orli would
do that in front of Henry?"

"No," I say in a small voice.  Shit, I'm a fucking idiot. "Orli...I'm so sorry..."

Orlando shifts uncomfortably and looks uncertain, as if he's not sure what to
think.

Sean says, "Christ, Viggo, it's not like you to fly off the handle like that.
What the fuck is going on in that head of yours?"

What else?  There isn't anything else.  Okay, there are little annoying habits
that Orli has, but that's not what's pissing me off...

Sean interrupts my wandering thoughts. "Think, damnit.  You don't usually just
blow up and sod off for no good reason."

I focus and wrack my brain, running through everything that's happened with our
relationship.  I flash back to that evil little voice yesterday in the Cuntebago.
"It's just...I've made so many changes for Orlando, and I don't feel like he's
being very understanding about what I really need from him when we play."  

Orli looks like he's about to say something, but one glare from Sean makes him
shut up.

"He makes rules and just changes them.  He never asked me about inviting you over.
And although I liked it, I wanted some more warning. He also told me that we would
strictly confine our playing to home, and that he'd always use my collar as a
signal that we were starting a scene.  But he's been gradually sliding on that --
when he was prepping me for fisting, he made me stick to a diet on the set."

Sean turns to Orli and says, "Did you?"

Orli sits up and glares. "It was for his own good, man!  I didn't want him eating
any little seeds because that would irritate everything. And Vig's come along so
fast that he doesn't need the whole definite signal thing, I mean, he can adapt as
well as any sub.  Fuck, he was so hungry for more that it was actually kind of
scary."

I interrupt, "Orli, I need that structure.  Some of this is still overwhelming.  I
haven't said anything because I thought I could deal with being surprised." I look
him straight in the eye.  "And you know what? I can't.  We're going too fast, and
I think we need to slow down.  In fact, I'm not even sure if we're going to see
each other after filming wraps.  You haven't said anything."

"Oh," Orli replies.  He goes silent again and nibbles his lip, as if he's taking
everything in.  "I'm sorry...I...fuck, I assumed that you were doing okay," he
mumbles before he sinks down into the cushions.

There's just dead air between us now, but my brain is working in overdrive.  I see
now that I was too much in love and too new to kink to bring up my issues.  I
guess I thought that as a sub, I had no say when Orli overstepped his rules. And
that when he pushed me too hard, it would make him happier if I just took it.

I also think that on a subconscious level, I was dreading what was going to happen
after we wrapped, so I just buried my head in the sand, not wanting to stir up
trouble and ruin our relationship before principal photography ended.

So instead, I just let everything pile up until I exploded.  Good move there,
Mortensen; I should have been honest from the beginning.  

I look at Orli and say, "I thought I was doing fine, too.  But I think I ignored
all of the things that were actually irritating me because I was too eager to
please you."

Orli runs his hand through his mohawk, still uncertain of things.  Poor baby, this
isn't easy.  

I look at him and say gently, "Orli, I think I'll be okay if you could just stick
to your rules...and ask me before we try anything new.  Please?  And I think we
need to moderate our pace a little more."

"Okay..." He looks at me with his soulful eyes.  "And shit, I hadn't given any
thought to what was going to happen after we're done filming. I just kind of
thought it would work out, you know?"

I kick myself again.  I should have figured that Orli would say that.  I wasn't
much better at his age -- your significant other isn't saying anything, so things
must be okay. After all, they would bring it up if something was bugging them,
right?  

Maybe I should change my job occupation to "complete dumbass".  I seem to be
overqualified for it right now.

I'm about to beat myself up more, but Orli's voice disrupts my wool-gathering.
"And while we're airing things out...I wanted to tell you that the
misunderstanding about Henry did nark me... but that 'perverted' comment on Sunday
was what really fucking hurt."

"That was an accident," I protest.  "I didn't mean to say it."

Sean says, "Viggo, shut the fuck up.  It's Orli's turn to talk."

I'm about to tell Sean to piss off, but I stop myself.  Damnit, he's right, I need
to clam up and hear Orli out.  I turn to look at Orlando again.  Oh my God, I
can't believe the pain that's showing on his face.  

His tongue darts out to nervously wet his upper lip before he speaks. "After Jemma
and I broke up, I should by all rights have been put off of trusting anyone.  She
killed me inside with all of her comments, made me feel like less than nothing...
but, like, I loved you enough to let you in, and then you..." his voice breaks and
he hugs his knees to his chest, looking incredibly small.  "I felt lower than dirt
after you said that..." His voice wavers, "I'm sorry about the ultimatum
yesterday, but I was so angry..."

Jesus Christ.  I now see what my outburst did.  Slowly, I extend my hand out.
"Oh, baby...what can I do to get you to forgive me?"

Tense moments pass, and then Orli clasps my hand in his. "Promise me that you'll
never call me sick, demented, or abnormal for liking kink.  Accept that this is
part of who I am."

"Oh, Orli...of course I do."

"And I'm in for the long haul, Viggo.  This isn't just a fling for me.  It never
was."

I look deep into his eyes, as he silently bares his soul to me, pouring everything
that he's been wanting to say into one look.  And with that one look, I can tell
that he'll do everything in his power to make this work.  "I believe you. I want
this to be permanent," I reply.

My heart soars when he gives me one of his megawatt smiles in response.  The grin
soon fades thought, and Orli says tentatively, "Er...and do you still want to
play?  You don't have to say yes if you don't want to, but I'd really like it if
you did. I mean, if you don't, I can find another person to play with, you know if
that's okay with you..."

I put my fingers over his lips to shush him.  "Yes," I purr. "I still want to be
yours."  I replace my fingers with my lips, kissing him as softly as I can manage.

He yields to me immediately, opening and sliding his tongue over mine.  God, I
missed the feel of his soft mouth against mine; his hands tangling in my hair, the
small whimpers he makes when I explore his mouth. I press him closer, trying to
pour how much I love him, how much I need him into my kiss.

I push my hands under his shirt and run my thumbs over his nipples.  I vaguely
hear Sean grunt something, but frankly, I don't give a shit right now.  Hope he
enjoys watching.

Orli isn't paying any attention, either.  He gasps and reaches for my crotch, but
I stop him.  "Let me do all the work," I murmur.  "I was the bigger asshole."  His
head is tilted back, and I can't resist leaning in to suck on the silky column of
his neck.

"Your arsehole is anything *but* big...oh God!" he moans as I latch onto the
hollow of his throat.  He quivers in my arms as I hike his t-shirt up, arching
towards me and silently begging for more.  

I drop kisses along his chest, pausing to admire how beautiful he is.  I know that
Orli's self-conscious about the size of his nipples, but to me, they're just
perfect.  I blow a puff of hot air at them, grinning when they furl into stiff
peaks. Orli lets out a plaintive whimper, and I swoop down, slowly running my
tongue over the hard nubs until he's writhing in my grasp.

"Viggo," he breathes, pressing his crotch to mine.  I'm not ready to relinquish my
new toy, though, so I lightly scrape my teeth over his nipples until he's clawing
at my shirt.

"Christ, fucking hurry up and fucking fuck me!" he growls.

I chuckle against his soft skin and continue to torment him.  Orli's eyes darken,
and he suddenly flips me over, pinning me down on the couch.

He snarls, "Fuck. Me. Now...or I swear to God that I'll tear your clothes off and
sit on your cock for the rest of the week."

That really isn't an effective threat, but I think if I laugh right now, I'm going
to regret it.  I whip his shirt off, and Orli grinds his erection against mine,
destroying whatever functioning brain cells I had left, replacing every thought
with pure lust.

I grab his ass and buck upward, pressing the lump in my pants against him.  He
moans and gyrates against me, increasing the friction until I almost cream my
pants.

Somewhere in the sex-crazed fog surrounding my mind, I finally realize that we
should have some privacy. Much as I hate to, we should stop dry humping each other
and go back to Orli's house.

I peer over Orli's shoulder, but the room is empty. That's weird...where did Sean
go?  While I'm looking around, I spot a note on the coffee table.  Hmm, that's
odd...

"Hey!  I didn't say to stop!" Orli pouts as I reach for the note.  "Seeeean, he's
being mean again..." he whines, turning his head around.  His protest dies on his
lips when he notices that we're the only ones here.  "Oi, where's Bean?"

I laugh and hand Orli the scrap of paper. "Looks like Sean made a discreet exit."

Orli looks carefully at it and reads, "'The lube's in the drawer next to the left
side of the couch.  I'll be back later tonight, after you're all shagged out.'"
He grins at me. "Pervy bastard."

I open the drawer, and sure enough, there's a bottle in there.  "Mmm, we'll have
to thank him later."  I help Orli to his feet before I strip him out of his jeans,
socks, and shoes.  I ditch the rest of my clothes in a matter of seconds, and then
I stand in front of Orlando, reaching down to lazily stroke my erection.

His tongue darts out, and he licks his lips, his eyes darkening as he watches my
every move. "See something you like?" I purr. 

Orli groans before he sits on the edge of the couch and spreads his legs open.
"Hell, yes.  I want you."

The sheer need in his voice causes my dick to twitch.  Grabbing the lube, I
promptly squeeze some gel onto my fingers and push two inside of him, gasping when
I feel how hot he is.  Orli lets out a deep, low cry and squeezes my fingers.
"Viggo, please..."

I spread the gel on my cock and slide into him, forcing myself to take my time.

"Oh fuck!" Orli moans, throwing his head back against the cushions. He looks so
damn sexy -- his cheeks are flushed, and his fingers are gripping the cushions
tightly as I slowly impale him.  "Yessss," he hisses.  "So good..."

"So hot," I groan as I touch bottom.  I pull back until the head of my cock almost
pops free and then I slide back in, reveling in the tightness squeezing my length.

"Viiiig," he pleads, but I keep him on edge, pushing into him with long, unhurried
strokes until he's thrashing underneath me.

I've pulled back again when Orli growls and finally locks his legs around my
waist.  He grabs my butt and slams me down, causing me to bury myself as deep as
possible inside of his tight hole.

My fragile control breaks and I clutch his hips, my fingers digging into his skin
as I fuck him without mercy, pounding into his sweet ass until he howls with each
stroke. Orli is shrieking like a banshee now, his wails increasing in volume as I
plunge into him; the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing loudly inside
the room.  I press myself against him and kiss him hard, stabbing my tongue into
his mouth at the same speed as my cock.

With a plaintive mewl, Orli tears his lips away. "Need to come," he moans,
"Please."

I reach down and grab his dripping prick.  "Show me, baby," I rasp, tugging on his
hard flesh.  "Shoot your hot load over me."

"Oh God, YES!" Orli screams as he bucks upward. His prick jerks in my hand and he
coats my chest with long, white streams.

I gasp as he clamps down around me, sending me over the edge.  I shove forward one
last time, coming inside of him and filling him with my spunk. Spots dance in
front of my eyes as he squeezes me, milking every last drop from my cock.  Every
muscle in my body shakes as the last shocks of my orgasm pass through me, and then
I collapse on top of him, completely drained.

We just lie there for a while, buzzing in the afterglow.  "That was fucking
fantastic." Orli finally says, breaking the silence.

I kiss his slender neck, lapping at the perspiration beaded on the surface.
"Mmm...gotta thank Sean for pointing us to his lube."

Orli lifts a floppy hand and runs it through my hair.  "Yeah, but I want to take
you home now.  I don't think even Sean would appreciate us fucking in his bed
without asking first."

Home.  I never thought I'd hear those words out of Orli's mouth again.  God, how
could I have let him go?

"Is that an order?" I say, teasing him.

Orli cups my chin in his hand and lifts my head so that I can look him in the eye.
His face softens and he says, "No, I don't have your collar here.  And I want to
do this right." He presses his forehead to mine.  "I'm terrible at talking about
this sort of thing, but I missed you so fucking much. I want to do everything I
can to make this relationship work."

I kiss the tip of his nose.  "So do I, baby.  So do I."

---end part 15