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Rating: NC-17
Paring: V/O/SB
Warnings: RPS Slash, M/M relationships, Spanking
Characters: Viggo/Orlando/Sean Bean/Hugo/Dom/Billy/Elijah
Feedback: Without it I shall perish in the fires of Mordor.
Beta: I want to say a special thank you to my very wonderful beta Knellis! Thank you for all your help and for kicking my butt into shape!
Archive: I would love it! Just let me know where it’s going so I can brag!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything, they belong to themselves. If only I did own them…
Summary: Pranks are played on the set and much fun is had, but what happens when someone lets a spur of the moment prank go too far?
Ch 3
Orli carefully got out of the shower and dried off. His muscles weren’t
quite as sore, but his heart still felt heavy. He sighed loudly as he
looked at his myriad cuts and bruises. Maybe Peter and Fran would be calmer tomorrow and he could talk to them then; although, if they would believe his version or not was yet to be seen. Wrapping the soft towel around his waist, he walked into the bedroom where he found Viggo sitting on the bed and Sean leaning on the large oak dresser. His heart pounded when he saw the looks on their faces. “This isn’t over, is it?” he asked forlornly.
“It’s far from over,” Viggo said as he pulled Orli down to sit beside him on the bed. Putting his arm around the slender shoulders, he said gently, “What you did today was stupid, Orlando, stupid and dangerous. You could have killed yourself.”
Orlando had yet to figure out how making a mess in the Rohan armory could have been hazardous to his health; his career maybe, but not his health. “I…”
“Your life is worth so much, yet you treat it so carelessly,” Sean
interrupted as he went to sit next to them, a paddle hidden in his hand
just out of Orli’s sight. “You have done a lot of reckless things since we have known you, like throwing yourself off of bridges and out of planes, but lately you have been just careless. We haven’t said anything because one, we didn’t know why you were doing it, and two, we had really hoped you would snap out of it, but you haven’t. This little episode with the knives today is it. What you did was dangerous, stupid, reckless, and careless. It is completely unacceptable, and you will be punished for it.”
Orli’s body stiffened. “Sean I didn’t…”
“Were you or were you not playing with the knives?” Viggo asked sternly.
Orlando hung his head and admitted, “I was tossing them into the air and catching them.”
“Like Peter has told you time and time again not to do,” Viggo interjected.
“Then you chased the hobbits around with them? Orlando, you could have hurt someone!” Sean yelled.
The hobbits! The fucking hobbits had gotten to Viggo and Sean! “No, I
didn’t chase anyone, Sean! I… No!”
Viggo had lost all patience and pulled Orli roughly over his knees.
Ignoring the colorful protest being thrown his way, he removed the towel from around the slim waist, baring the round backside. “Do not lie to us, Orlando!” he growled as he landed three hard, quick blows. Having decided earlier that Orli’s punishment needed to be more severe than a spanking with a bare hand, Sean handed Viggo the paddle.
“Stop it!” Orli cried, as he tried to get away. Even though both men were now restraining him, he continued to struggle and fight for his freedom until he received a stinging blow that made him scream and his body become rigid.
“Stop fighting,” Sean said, trying to calm him. “We are only doing this
because we love you and don’t ever want to lose you.” The struggling
lessened. “You will lay here and take your punishment. I want you to
remember with each stroke how much we love you and why we are doing this.”
Viggo pushed the suddenly complaisant body farther over his knee, bringing the soft, round globes to the perfect level for his spanking; the softest part of the skin exposed and vulnerable. “You will get twenty licks from each of us.”
“That’s forty!” Orli screamed, and tried to get to his feet.
“That’s right, Orlando, but you have got to learn that this has to stop!” Sean yelled. When the struggling did not cease, he added impatiently, “Would you care to make it sixty?”
Orli let his body go limp in defeat. The first few blows let him know that this was not going to be a quick and easy punishment. Viggo’s blows were landed with precision and accuracy, aimed at just the right areas to cause the most pain. He yelped and cried out a couple of times, but fought to keep himself under control. The more blows that landed, the more he tried to squirm away from them. ‘Think of other things. Think of Orcs. Think of…’ “Ow!” ‘Think of what? Anything but the pain!’ he thought to himself. He almost sobbed when Viggo stilled the paddling.
“Why are you being punished?”
“Because no one will fucking listen to me!” he ground out.
Every muscle in Viggo’s body tensed at the answer, and he landed three
swats with all his strength. Orli screeched and put his hands behind him to try and protect his abused flesh, which earned him a hard smack across the hands with the paddle causing him to quickly draw them back. “You admitted to using the knives in a way you were told not to do, and Dom said that they were begging you not to chase them with them as well! Hell, even Peter and Fran kicked you off the set, Orlando!” he snapped as he started spanking again.
Oh, he would make the hobbits suffer! He couldn’t really hold Vig, Sean, Peter or Fran responsible for their actions because they had been so misled, but the hobbits… Oh, how they would pay! “I do not deserve this and I won’t say that I do, no matter what you do to me,” he said with all the conviction he could muster, from someone in his position.
“I have never seen you this stubborn,” Viggo said, as he finished. He stood a now sobbing Orli on his feet and scolded him when he cried out at the movement. “Shush,” he said, as he lowered him over Sean’s lap.
Hell would have many forms this night, and right now its form was Sean. He was nowhere near as gentle as Viggo had been. Each blow caused Orlando to lurch forward and cry out. Trying to gain some sort of control over himself, he gripped the quilt in his hands as tightly as he could. No matter how hard he tried to keep from it, he began to beg Sean to stop.
Sean landed the last two strokes to the red, hot, swollen backside, and
sighed. He hated this, but Orli had to learn that his life was important and that he couldn’t go around taking unnecessary risks. “It’s over now, little one,” he soothed, as he rubbed the boy’s back.
Viggo knelt by Orli’s head and ran his fingers through the soft Mohawk that was now damp with sweat. After prying his hands from the quilt, the older man kissed each white knuckle. He watched the lithe body tremble and hitch, and realized that Orlando was sobbing without making a sound, a testament to how much pain he was in, both physical and emotional. “Come on, love,” he soothed as he lifted him into his arms. It was a total shock when he felt the shaky arms go around his neck. Even after all of this, Orlando still wanted his comfort. Gently, he laid him face down on the fluffy pillows, then laid down beside him. “It’s okay. It’s over now, baby.”
Sean, who had left the room when Viggo took Orlando, returned with a large gel ice pack wrapped in a towel. He climbed onto the bed and lay on the other side of Orlando. “This is going to be cold, little one, but it will help with the pain and swelling.” He placed the pack over the crimson backside as Orli yelped and squirmed. “Shhh, try and relax,” he soothed.
Orli cringed as the ice met heated flesh. God, his ass hurt so badly he
thought he was going to die. No, he wanted to die. Never in all of his life had he ever received such discipline, even though there were times he deserved it. This, however, was not one of those times. He felt Viggo and Sean stroking his back and sides and heard their whispered words of comfort and love. He was so exhausted from his ordeal that he slipped into a restless sleep.
Viggo looked at Sean over Orli’s head, when he was sure his lover was a
sleep. “Sean, maybe we were too hard on him. His ass is already bruising and…”
“We were too hard on him, but he has to understand that we love him too
much to lose him.”
“Promise me, here and now, that no matter what, we will never be this
brutal again. Even if we have to extend punishments for a few days instead of all at once.” Tears slid down Viggo’s face and landed in Orli’s hair. “What if he hates us now? What if this had the opposite effect we wanted it to have?”
Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door.
Ch 4
Viggo opened the door to a rather odd sight - three very uncomfortable
looking hobbits and an angry Elf Lord. “What can we do for you?”
“We need to speak to Orli,” Dom said, after being prompted by Hugo.
“He isn’t up for guests right now,” Sean said, as he stepped up beside Viggo.
“I think the two of you need to hear this,” Hugo explained. After being
waved in, the hobbits all took seats in the den while the men stood. “I was on my way home when I heard Orli had been in an accident. I thought I would stop by the hobbit’s trailer to see if they knew if he’d been hurt, since the two of you were off today. When I arrived I overheard the last bit of a phone conversation that I assume was to one of you.” Sean nodded his head. “It was the conversation after that call that caused me a great deal of concern.”
“I don’t understand,” Viggo said.
“They were laughing about getting Orlando into trouble and wondering what kind of punishment he would be receiving.”
“I’ll admit that tattling is childish, but what Orlando did was dangerous and stupid. I’m glad Dom told us about it,” Sean defended.
“Sean, Orlando didn’t do anything,” Hugo interjected. “They were playing a joke on him.” Viggo sank bonelessly into the nearest chair.
“A joke?” Sean growled. The hobbits all cringed. “I want the fucking truth right now!”
After what seemed like hours to the hobbits of pleading for their lives, but was really only a few minutes, the tale was told. Sean and Viggo were enraged. “We meant no harm,” Elijah added. “We already told Peter and Fran, and they aren’t upset with Orli anymore.”
“Since he is asleep, if you would just tell him we are sorry? Then we will just be on our way,” Dom said, optimistically.
Viggo laughed. Not a happy laugh, but a laugh that sent chills down the
spines of everyone in the room. “Oh Dom,” he said, clasping a hand over his shoulder. “Stick around for a while. Sean and I have some things we would like to discuss with you.”
“Where is Orli?” Hugo asked. “He deserves to see this.”
“He is in the bedroom, but…” Sean hesitated.
“I’m not sure he’s up to it,” Viggo said sorrowfully.
“Not up for what?” Orli asked sleepily from the doorway.
Viggo and Sean went to him. “You shouldn’t be up, love,” Viggo said placing a kiss on his head.
“Or have these on,” Sean added, tugging at the loose sweats causing Orli to hiss.
Hugo raised an eyebrow at the sight of Orli. His eyes were red and puffy, he was walking funny, and the hiss when Sean pulled on the sweats all led him to a very desolate conclusion; he was too late. He had hoped to stop something like this from happening. “Orlando, come here.” When he didn’t move, Hugo demanded, “Now!”
Orli looked to Vig and Sean, then limped hesitantly to Hugo, every step
like hot daggers piercing his flesh. When he reached Hugo, he couldn’t
bring himself to meet the man’s intense gaze, so he looked at the floor. “Yes?”
“Your friends have come to tell you something.”
Orlando crossed his arms angrily. “I don’t want to talk to them.”
Hugo looked at Viggo and Sean, who bore similar expressions of guilt and shame, and took note of how Orli was shifting his weight from foot to foot to try to relieve some of the pressure on his backside. “No, I’m sure you don’t, child.” Leading him to one of the overstuffed chairs, he continued, “Viggo and Sean wish to have a discussion of sorts with them and I thought you might enjoy watching. Go on, sit down.”
Orlando’s heart stopped and his eyes bugged out at those two words. “No, I… I…”
“Can’t?” Hugo asked. He couldn’t help but laugh when Orli’s face flushed brightly. “Let’s get these off,” he said, tugging at the ties on the sweats.
“Hugo!” Orli squeaked in a very unmanly way as he slapped his hands away.
Sean caught on to what Hugo was trying to do, and nodded, agreeing that
what he was doing was right. The hobbits needed to see what they were
partially responsible for. “Orlando, it’s okay. Let him do it.”
“But…”
“We all have the same parts,” Hugo soothed, as he dropped the sweats to the floor and helped him step out of them. Tears fell from Orli’s eyes and his face burned red when the hobbits gasped, and he unconsciously moved his hands to try and cover his front. Hugo pulled him into a tight hug to help ease some of the discomfort of being bare, and inspected the damage to his ass. He gave Viggo and Sean a hard look, then turned to Elijah. “Get me a sheet from the linen closet.” Viggo told him where it was and he quickly returned, handing it to Hugo who promptly wrapped it around Orli’s shoulders. “Let’s sit down.”
Orli buried his face in Hugo’s shoulder. “I c..ca..can’t,” he sniffled.
Hugo lifted the boy’s head until he was looking into his eyes. “Trust me?” Orli nodded. He turned Orli to where they would be facing the sofa when they sat so the young man could see the ‘discussions’ about to take place. “Give me this,” he said, turning the sheet to where Orli’s backside was exposed again and lifted him up into his arms.
Orli gasped and latched on to his neck, his body stiffened, preparing for the pain he was sure was about to hit him. Much to his surprise there was little pain involved. Hugo had his legs positioned so that only his thighs and his lower back were touching the chair. “Ok?” he asked, and Orli nodded his head as he made sure the sheet was covering him completely.
Viggo knelt down beside them and placed a pillow behind Orli’s shoulders. “Better?” Orli smiled and nodded his head. Viggo kissed the back of his hand. “I’m sorry, Orlando. I’m so sorry.” Tears were brimming in his eyes.
“It’s okay, Vig,” he soothed, pulling the older man into a gentle, loving kiss.
“No, it’s not!” Viggo said, breaking the kiss and laying his head on Orli’s chest.
“You were lied to, Viggo,” he said, giving the hobbits a death glare as he stroked his lover’s back.
Sean walked over and knelt next to Viggo, too. He knew how much he was
hurting for the punishment they’d dealt out, and now to find out it was
because of a lie? He knew exactly how he was feeling. “Viggo, love, come on,” he soothed. He could feel the pent up emotion radiating from him.
Hugo placed his hand under Viggo’s chin, and lifted his head just as he had done to Orlando’s. “You have business to attend to right now, so pull yourself together. There will be time later to purge your guilt.”
Viggo’s eyes sparkled with tears as he looked at Hugo. He hadn’t realized until now how much he truly embodied Elrond. Taking a deep, calming breath, he said, “You’re right, there are other things that have to come first.” Standing, he leaned down and placed a kiss on Orli’s lips. When he felt him return the kiss, he deepened it. It became so impassioned, that when they broke for lack of air, Orli was a boneless puddle in Hugo’s lap, his pain completely forgotten.
Rating: NC-17
Paring: V/O/SB
Warnings: RPS Slash, M/M relationships, Spanking
Characters: Viggo/Orlando/Sean Bean/Hugo/Dom/Billy/Elijah
Feedback: Without it I shall perish in the fires of Mordor.
Beta: I want to say a special thank you to my very wonderful beta Knellis! Thank you for all your help and for kicking my butt into shape!
Archive: I would love it! Just let me know where it’s going so I can brag!
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything, they belong to themselves. If only I did own them…
Summary: Pranks are played on the set and much fun is had, but what happens when someone lets a spur of the moment prank go too far?
Ch 3
Orli carefully got out of the shower and dried off. His muscles weren’t
quite as sore, but his heart still felt heavy. He sighed loudly as he
looked at his myriad cuts and bruises. Maybe Peter and Fran would be calmer tomorrow and he could talk to them then; although, if they would believe his version or not was yet to be seen. Wrapping the soft towel around his waist, he walked into the bedroom where he found Viggo sitting on the bed and Sean leaning on the large oak dresser. His heart pounded when he saw the looks on their faces. “This isn’t over, is it?” he asked forlornly.
“It’s far from over,” Viggo said as he pulled Orli down to sit beside him on the bed. Putting his arm around the slender shoulders, he said gently, “What you did today was stupid, Orlando, stupid and dangerous. You could have killed yourself.”
Orlando had yet to figure out how making a mess in the Rohan armory could have been hazardous to his health; his career maybe, but not his health. “I…”
“Your life is worth so much, yet you treat it so carelessly,” Sean
interrupted as he went to sit next to them, a paddle hidden in his hand
just out of Orli’s sight. “You have done a lot of reckless things since we have known you, like throwing yourself off of bridges and out of planes, but lately you have been just careless. We haven’t said anything because one, we didn’t know why you were doing it, and two, we had really hoped you would snap out of it, but you haven’t. This little episode with the knives today is it. What you did was dangerous, stupid, reckless, and careless. It is completely unacceptable, and you will be punished for it.”
Orli’s body stiffened. “Sean I didn’t…”
“Were you or were you not playing with the knives?” Viggo asked sternly.
Orlando hung his head and admitted, “I was tossing them into the air and catching them.”
“Like Peter has told you time and time again not to do,” Viggo interjected.
“Then you chased the hobbits around with them? Orlando, you could have hurt someone!” Sean yelled.
The hobbits! The fucking hobbits had gotten to Viggo and Sean! “No, I
didn’t chase anyone, Sean! I… No!”
Viggo had lost all patience and pulled Orli roughly over his knees.
Ignoring the colorful protest being thrown his way, he removed the towel from around the slim waist, baring the round backside. “Do not lie to us, Orlando!” he growled as he landed three hard, quick blows. Having decided earlier that Orli’s punishment needed to be more severe than a spanking with a bare hand, Sean handed Viggo the paddle.
“Stop it!” Orli cried, as he tried to get away. Even though both men were now restraining him, he continued to struggle and fight for his freedom until he received a stinging blow that made him scream and his body become rigid.
“Stop fighting,” Sean said, trying to calm him. “We are only doing this
because we love you and don’t ever want to lose you.” The struggling
lessened. “You will lay here and take your punishment. I want you to
remember with each stroke how much we love you and why we are doing this.”
Viggo pushed the suddenly complaisant body farther over his knee, bringing the soft, round globes to the perfect level for his spanking; the softest part of the skin exposed and vulnerable. “You will get twenty licks from each of us.”
“That’s forty!” Orli screamed, and tried to get to his feet.
“That’s right, Orlando, but you have got to learn that this has to stop!” Sean yelled. When the struggling did not cease, he added impatiently, “Would you care to make it sixty?”
Orli let his body go limp in defeat. The first few blows let him know that this was not going to be a quick and easy punishment. Viggo’s blows were landed with precision and accuracy, aimed at just the right areas to cause the most pain. He yelped and cried out a couple of times, but fought to keep himself under control. The more blows that landed, the more he tried to squirm away from them. ‘Think of other things. Think of Orcs. Think of…’ “Ow!” ‘Think of what? Anything but the pain!’ he thought to himself. He almost sobbed when Viggo stilled the paddling.
“Why are you being punished?”
“Because no one will fucking listen to me!” he ground out.
Every muscle in Viggo’s body tensed at the answer, and he landed three
swats with all his strength. Orli screeched and put his hands behind him to try and protect his abused flesh, which earned him a hard smack across the hands with the paddle causing him to quickly draw them back. “You admitted to using the knives in a way you were told not to do, and Dom said that they were begging you not to chase them with them as well! Hell, even Peter and Fran kicked you off the set, Orlando!” he snapped as he started spanking again.
Oh, he would make the hobbits suffer! He couldn’t really hold Vig, Sean, Peter or Fran responsible for their actions because they had been so misled, but the hobbits… Oh, how they would pay! “I do not deserve this and I won’t say that I do, no matter what you do to me,” he said with all the conviction he could muster, from someone in his position.
“I have never seen you this stubborn,” Viggo said, as he finished. He stood a now sobbing Orli on his feet and scolded him when he cried out at the movement. “Shush,” he said, as he lowered him over Sean’s lap.
Hell would have many forms this night, and right now its form was Sean. He was nowhere near as gentle as Viggo had been. Each blow caused Orlando to lurch forward and cry out. Trying to gain some sort of control over himself, he gripped the quilt in his hands as tightly as he could. No matter how hard he tried to keep from it, he began to beg Sean to stop.
Sean landed the last two strokes to the red, hot, swollen backside, and
sighed. He hated this, but Orli had to learn that his life was important and that he couldn’t go around taking unnecessary risks. “It’s over now, little one,” he soothed, as he rubbed the boy’s back.
Viggo knelt by Orli’s head and ran his fingers through the soft Mohawk that was now damp with sweat. After prying his hands from the quilt, the older man kissed each white knuckle. He watched the lithe body tremble and hitch, and realized that Orlando was sobbing without making a sound, a testament to how much pain he was in, both physical and emotional. “Come on, love,” he soothed as he lifted him into his arms. It was a total shock when he felt the shaky arms go around his neck. Even after all of this, Orlando still wanted his comfort. Gently, he laid him face down on the fluffy pillows, then laid down beside him. “It’s okay. It’s over now, baby.”
Sean, who had left the room when Viggo took Orlando, returned with a large gel ice pack wrapped in a towel. He climbed onto the bed and lay on the other side of Orlando. “This is going to be cold, little one, but it will help with the pain and swelling.” He placed the pack over the crimson backside as Orli yelped and squirmed. “Shhh, try and relax,” he soothed.
Orli cringed as the ice met heated flesh. God, his ass hurt so badly he
thought he was going to die. No, he wanted to die. Never in all of his life had he ever received such discipline, even though there were times he deserved it. This, however, was not one of those times. He felt Viggo and Sean stroking his back and sides and heard their whispered words of comfort and love. He was so exhausted from his ordeal that he slipped into a restless sleep.
Viggo looked at Sean over Orli’s head, when he was sure his lover was a
sleep. “Sean, maybe we were too hard on him. His ass is already bruising and…”
“We were too hard on him, but he has to understand that we love him too
much to lose him.”
“Promise me, here and now, that no matter what, we will never be this
brutal again. Even if we have to extend punishments for a few days instead of all at once.” Tears slid down Viggo’s face and landed in Orli’s hair. “What if he hates us now? What if this had the opposite effect we wanted it to have?”
Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door.
Ch 4
Viggo opened the door to a rather odd sight - three very uncomfortable
looking hobbits and an angry Elf Lord. “What can we do for you?”
“We need to speak to Orli,” Dom said, after being prompted by Hugo.
“He isn’t up for guests right now,” Sean said, as he stepped up beside Viggo.
“I think the two of you need to hear this,” Hugo explained. After being
waved in, the hobbits all took seats in the den while the men stood. “I was on my way home when I heard Orli had been in an accident. I thought I would stop by the hobbit’s trailer to see if they knew if he’d been hurt, since the two of you were off today. When I arrived I overheard the last bit of a phone conversation that I assume was to one of you.” Sean nodded his head. “It was the conversation after that call that caused me a great deal of concern.”
“I don’t understand,” Viggo said.
“They were laughing about getting Orlando into trouble and wondering what kind of punishment he would be receiving.”
“I’ll admit that tattling is childish, but what Orlando did was dangerous and stupid. I’m glad Dom told us about it,” Sean defended.
“Sean, Orlando didn’t do anything,” Hugo interjected. “They were playing a joke on him.” Viggo sank bonelessly into the nearest chair.
“A joke?” Sean growled. The hobbits all cringed. “I want the fucking truth right now!”
After what seemed like hours to the hobbits of pleading for their lives, but was really only a few minutes, the tale was told. Sean and Viggo were enraged. “We meant no harm,” Elijah added. “We already told Peter and Fran, and they aren’t upset with Orli anymore.”
“Since he is asleep, if you would just tell him we are sorry? Then we will just be on our way,” Dom said, optimistically.
Viggo laughed. Not a happy laugh, but a laugh that sent chills down the
spines of everyone in the room. “Oh Dom,” he said, clasping a hand over his shoulder. “Stick around for a while. Sean and I have some things we would like to discuss with you.”
“Where is Orli?” Hugo asked. “He deserves to see this.”
“He is in the bedroom, but…” Sean hesitated.
“I’m not sure he’s up to it,” Viggo said sorrowfully.
“Not up for what?” Orli asked sleepily from the doorway.
Viggo and Sean went to him. “You shouldn’t be up, love,” Viggo said placing a kiss on his head.
“Or have these on,” Sean added, tugging at the loose sweats causing Orli to hiss.
Hugo raised an eyebrow at the sight of Orli. His eyes were red and puffy, he was walking funny, and the hiss when Sean pulled on the sweats all led him to a very desolate conclusion; he was too late. He had hoped to stop something like this from happening. “Orlando, come here.” When he didn’t move, Hugo demanded, “Now!”
Orli looked to Vig and Sean, then limped hesitantly to Hugo, every step
like hot daggers piercing his flesh. When he reached Hugo, he couldn’t
bring himself to meet the man’s intense gaze, so he looked at the floor. “Yes?”
“Your friends have come to tell you something.”
Orlando crossed his arms angrily. “I don’t want to talk to them.”
Hugo looked at Viggo and Sean, who bore similar expressions of guilt and shame, and took note of how Orli was shifting his weight from foot to foot to try to relieve some of the pressure on his backside. “No, I’m sure you don’t, child.” Leading him to one of the overstuffed chairs, he continued, “Viggo and Sean wish to have a discussion of sorts with them and I thought you might enjoy watching. Go on, sit down.”
Orlando’s heart stopped and his eyes bugged out at those two words. “No, I… I…”
“Can’t?” Hugo asked. He couldn’t help but laugh when Orli’s face flushed brightly. “Let’s get these off,” he said, tugging at the ties on the sweats.
“Hugo!” Orli squeaked in a very unmanly way as he slapped his hands away.
Sean caught on to what Hugo was trying to do, and nodded, agreeing that
what he was doing was right. The hobbits needed to see what they were
partially responsible for. “Orlando, it’s okay. Let him do it.”
“But…”
“We all have the same parts,” Hugo soothed, as he dropped the sweats to the floor and helped him step out of them. Tears fell from Orli’s eyes and his face burned red when the hobbits gasped, and he unconsciously moved his hands to try and cover his front. Hugo pulled him into a tight hug to help ease some of the discomfort of being bare, and inspected the damage to his ass. He gave Viggo and Sean a hard look, then turned to Elijah. “Get me a sheet from the linen closet.” Viggo told him where it was and he quickly returned, handing it to Hugo who promptly wrapped it around Orli’s shoulders. “Let’s sit down.”
Orli buried his face in Hugo’s shoulder. “I c..ca..can’t,” he sniffled.
Hugo lifted the boy’s head until he was looking into his eyes. “Trust me?” Orli nodded. He turned Orli to where they would be facing the sofa when they sat so the young man could see the ‘discussions’ about to take place. “Give me this,” he said, turning the sheet to where Orli’s backside was exposed again and lifted him up into his arms.
Orli gasped and latched on to his neck, his body stiffened, preparing for the pain he was sure was about to hit him. Much to his surprise there was little pain involved. Hugo had his legs positioned so that only his thighs and his lower back were touching the chair. “Ok?” he asked, and Orli nodded his head as he made sure the sheet was covering him completely.
Viggo knelt down beside them and placed a pillow behind Orli’s shoulders. “Better?” Orli smiled and nodded his head. Viggo kissed the back of his hand. “I’m sorry, Orlando. I’m so sorry.” Tears were brimming in his eyes.
“It’s okay, Vig,” he soothed, pulling the older man into a gentle, loving kiss.
“No, it’s not!” Viggo said, breaking the kiss and laying his head on Orli’s chest.
“You were lied to, Viggo,” he said, giving the hobbits a death glare as he stroked his lover’s back.
Sean walked over and knelt next to Viggo, too. He knew how much he was
hurting for the punishment they’d dealt out, and now to find out it was
because of a lie? He knew exactly how he was feeling. “Viggo, love, come on,” he soothed. He could feel the pent up emotion radiating from him.
Hugo placed his hand under Viggo’s chin, and lifted his head just as he had done to Orlando’s. “You have business to attend to right now, so pull yourself together. There will be time later to purge your guilt.”
Viggo’s eyes sparkled with tears as he looked at Hugo. He hadn’t realized until now how much he truly embodied Elrond. Taking a deep, calming breath, he said, “You’re right, there are other things that have to come first.” Standing, he leaned down and placed a kiss on Orli’s lips. When he felt him return the kiss, he deepened it. It became so impassioned, that when they broke for lack of air, Orli was a boneless puddle in Hugo’s lap, his pain completely forgotten.
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Date: 2006-01-26 05:19 am (UTC)I'm glad Viggo and Sean are seeing the light about those bad hobbit boys. I wouldn't want to be in their places right now....
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