Crime and Punishment
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vigorliTitle: Crime and Punishment (1/4)
Authors: the awesome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
indigo17 and invisible_dream!
Rating: NC-17 baby!
Warnings: a shitload of kink; you name it, we got it
Beta: the totally sweetrazzleslash who can find stray commas like no other (*hides in shame*)
Disclaimer: we only wish this was 100% true...
A/N: product of a very twisted MSN conversation over the span of...2...3 nights was it? lol
Chapter One: What The Fuck Is That?
Viggo, despite what other people thought, was quite sober. He was also, in accordance to what other people thought, watching Orlando. That is, he was watching Orlando flirt. Orlando was flirting with Beanie; Beanie seemed to be flirting back, as one was wont to do when a god such as Orlando turned his charm on someone.
Everyone else (and by this, we mean hobbits) was, of course, placing bets. They bet on anything and everything; whether or not Dom could score, how long Elijah could stand on one leg for, whether or not Sir Ian could out groove Orlando. Whoever bet “yes” was, sadly, beaten by the tantalizing movement of hips and arms and legs that was pure Orlando.
Tonight was just like every other night that the Fellowship stepped into the midst of Wellington on a Friday evening. It was no different; there was drinking and there were bets. Tonight’s main bet: how long it would take for Bean to drag Orlando into the men’s toilet.
Viggo had not bet. There was one simple reason for this: he knew the answer. The answer, as Viggo knew, would be never. It would be never simply because Orlando had already been claimed – by Viggo. The sight that lay before him, therefore, did not worry him. It made him plan revenge.
After about half an hour, Viggo had formulated a plan in his mind. All that was left to do was to implement it. And the time to do so was now. Finishing off the last bit of his drink, he stood up and wandered over to where Orlando and Beanie were standing. Orlando was making idle conversation, laughing and occasionally touching Beanie on the arm. Viggo could tell he was enjoying that…perhaps a bit too much. Viggo grabbed Orlando by the arm and with some excuse to Beanie, dragged Orli away and out of the club.
“Viggo…what the fuck?” Orlando exclaimed as he was forced back to Viggo’s car.
“We’re leaving.” Viggo’s answer was clipped and cold. He quickly pushed Orlando into his car, got in, and began to drive home. It was silent the entire time. Orlando desperately wanted to know what was going on, but was too afraid to ask. He had never seen Viggo this way before.
When they pulled into Viggo’s driveway, Viggo ordered Orlando out of the car. Obediently, he followed Viggo up the walk and into the house. Once inside, Viggo ordered Orlando to go upstairs and wait for him.
“But, Vig—”
“Just do it!” Quickly, Orli scampered up the stairs and into their bedroom to wait. Viggo was being so dominant. While quite shocking, Orlando was quite turned on by it. He sat on the bed and imagined what Viggo planned on doing to please him tonight. That brought a smile on his face.
“What is so amusing?” came a very cold voice from the doorway. Viggo was back. Viggo didn’t look amused, not in the least. Orlando’s smile quickly faded. Viggo walked closer to the bed, carrying a bag of…something with him. What its contents were, Orlando couldn’t say. Viggo set the bag down alongside the bed and repeated his earlier question.
“N—nothing,” Orli stammered. He looked at Viggo reproachfully trying to guess what exactly was going on in his boyfriend’s mind.
“Strip.” The order caught him off guard.
“What?”
“I said strip.” Viggo was serious. Orlando tentatively lifted his shirt over his head and cautiously stood from the bed. He eyed Viggo again, making sure he wasn’t just playing some kind of joke. He fumbled with his belt, trying to get it unfastened. Viggo let out a frustrated groan, suddenly grabbed Orli and pulled him closer.
In no time, Viggo had Orlando naked and pushed him down onto the bed. Viggo reached into the bag he brought in earlier and produced two silk scarves. Straddling Orli, he began to secure each wrist to the bedposts. Once finished, he got off the bed and surveyed Orli, who was beginning to struggle to get free.
“Vig…what the fuck?”
“You’ve been an extremely bad boy tonight, Orlando.”
“What the hell are you going on about? It was your idea to go out tonight.” Orlando argued. What was Viggo’s problem tonight?
“Was it also my idea for you to flirt with Sean?” Orli’s eyes went wide and a burst of anger ran through him.
“Flirt with Sean! What are you talking about? Why would I do that?”
“I really don’t know, Orlando; but you were. And I think you need to be taught a lesson.” Viggo had now removed his shirt, standing only in the tightest pair of jeans imaginable. Orli let out a small moan as he stared at his lover’s body (and the now prominent bulge in his pants). If by lesson, Viggo meant sex, then Orli was the happiest boy on earth right now.
“Viggo…I don’t know how you got the idea that I was flirting with—”
“Enough! You’ve done enough talking for one night.” With that, Viggo reached into the bag again, pulling out a ball gag. Again, Orli’s eyes went wide; before he could protest, Viggo had Orli gagged. He stepped back and admired his handiwork. “You need to learn, Orlando, just who you belong to. This flirtatious nature of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one day. You are mine and it’s time you realized that.” Viggo’s voice was low and husky. Despite his current situation, Orli couldn’t help but be turned on.
Ever so slowly, Viggo began to unzip his jeans. He slid them down over his muscled legs, all the while watching Orli’s reaction. Viggo could see that Orlando was aroused…very aroused. Orlando groaned at the sight of his lover wearing nothing underneath his jeans. Once rid of the offending garment, Viggo crawled back onto the bed and straddled Orli.
Viggo ran his hands along Orli’s body, causing his lover to shiver. He leaned over to run his tongue along Orli’s hot flesh, teasing and biting at his already taut nipples.
It was all Orlando could do to control himself. He loved the feel of Viggo’s hands caressing his body; and Viggo’s tongue made him writhe in pleasure. He was just toying with me. I knew he couldn’t be serious. Orli began to relax a little and relish in the pleasure Viggo was giving him. Instinctively, he raised his hips off the bed, grinding their erections together. That elicited a moan from both men. Abruptly, Viggo’s actions stopped and he sat back up.
“That’s not how it works, Orlando. I make the decisions tonight,” Viggo reminded. Once again, Viggo reached for his little bag. When he sat back up, he was holding two more scarves and something Orlando didn’t recognize. Viggo slid off the bed and proceeded to tie Orlando’s legs in a spread-eagle position. “You’re not allowed to do anything unless I say. That includes moving.”
Once Orlando was secure, Viggo climbed back on the bed and rested in between his lover’s legs. He grabbed Orli’s cock and began to stroke it. He squeezed, causing Orli to moan and close his eyes. Perfect.
Orlando’s eyes snapped open as he felt something being placed on his cock. He looked at Viggo, wild-eyed, trying to figure out, again, what he was doing.
“Do you know what this is Orlando?” Viggo asked as if he was asking a small child. Orlando shook his head in reply. “This is a cock ring. It’s to prevent you from…getting off before I want you to.” Orlando’s face was a picture of sheer panic. How can Viggo do this to me? Has he gone mad!?
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll take it off; but not before you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand me?” Frantically, Orlando nodded his head. This was going to be torture.
Authors: the awesome
indigo17 and invisible_dream!Rating: NC-17 baby!
Warnings: a shitload of kink; you name it, we got it
Beta: the totally sweet
razzleslash who can find stray commas like no other (*hides in shame*)Disclaimer: we only wish this was 100% true...
A/N: product of a very twisted MSN conversation over the span of...2...3 nights was it? lol
Chapter One: What The Fuck Is That?
Viggo, despite what other people thought, was quite sober. He was also, in accordance to what other people thought, watching Orlando. That is, he was watching Orlando flirt. Orlando was flirting with Beanie; Beanie seemed to be flirting back, as one was wont to do when a god such as Orlando turned his charm on someone.
Everyone else (and by this, we mean hobbits) was, of course, placing bets. They bet on anything and everything; whether or not Dom could score, how long Elijah could stand on one leg for, whether or not Sir Ian could out groove Orlando. Whoever bet “yes” was, sadly, beaten by the tantalizing movement of hips and arms and legs that was pure Orlando.
Tonight was just like every other night that the Fellowship stepped into the midst of Wellington on a Friday evening. It was no different; there was drinking and there were bets. Tonight’s main bet: how long it would take for Bean to drag Orlando into the men’s toilet.
Viggo had not bet. There was one simple reason for this: he knew the answer. The answer, as Viggo knew, would be never. It would be never simply because Orlando had already been claimed – by Viggo. The sight that lay before him, therefore, did not worry him. It made him plan revenge.
After about half an hour, Viggo had formulated a plan in his mind. All that was left to do was to implement it. And the time to do so was now. Finishing off the last bit of his drink, he stood up and wandered over to where Orlando and Beanie were standing. Orlando was making idle conversation, laughing and occasionally touching Beanie on the arm. Viggo could tell he was enjoying that…perhaps a bit too much. Viggo grabbed Orlando by the arm and with some excuse to Beanie, dragged Orli away and out of the club.
“Viggo…what the fuck?” Orlando exclaimed as he was forced back to Viggo’s car.
“We’re leaving.” Viggo’s answer was clipped and cold. He quickly pushed Orlando into his car, got in, and began to drive home. It was silent the entire time. Orlando desperately wanted to know what was going on, but was too afraid to ask. He had never seen Viggo this way before.
When they pulled into Viggo’s driveway, Viggo ordered Orlando out of the car. Obediently, he followed Viggo up the walk and into the house. Once inside, Viggo ordered Orlando to go upstairs and wait for him.
“But, Vig—”
“Just do it!” Quickly, Orli scampered up the stairs and into their bedroom to wait. Viggo was being so dominant. While quite shocking, Orlando was quite turned on by it. He sat on the bed and imagined what Viggo planned on doing to please him tonight. That brought a smile on his face.
“What is so amusing?” came a very cold voice from the doorway. Viggo was back. Viggo didn’t look amused, not in the least. Orlando’s smile quickly faded. Viggo walked closer to the bed, carrying a bag of…something with him. What its contents were, Orlando couldn’t say. Viggo set the bag down alongside the bed and repeated his earlier question.
“N—nothing,” Orli stammered. He looked at Viggo reproachfully trying to guess what exactly was going on in his boyfriend’s mind.
“Strip.” The order caught him off guard.
“What?”
“I said strip.” Viggo was serious. Orlando tentatively lifted his shirt over his head and cautiously stood from the bed. He eyed Viggo again, making sure he wasn’t just playing some kind of joke. He fumbled with his belt, trying to get it unfastened. Viggo let out a frustrated groan, suddenly grabbed Orli and pulled him closer.
In no time, Viggo had Orlando naked and pushed him down onto the bed. Viggo reached into the bag he brought in earlier and produced two silk scarves. Straddling Orli, he began to secure each wrist to the bedposts. Once finished, he got off the bed and surveyed Orli, who was beginning to struggle to get free.
“Vig…what the fuck?”
“You’ve been an extremely bad boy tonight, Orlando.”
“What the hell are you going on about? It was your idea to go out tonight.” Orlando argued. What was Viggo’s problem tonight?
“Was it also my idea for you to flirt with Sean?” Orli’s eyes went wide and a burst of anger ran through him.
“Flirt with Sean! What are you talking about? Why would I do that?”
“I really don’t know, Orlando; but you were. And I think you need to be taught a lesson.” Viggo had now removed his shirt, standing only in the tightest pair of jeans imaginable. Orli let out a small moan as he stared at his lover’s body (and the now prominent bulge in his pants). If by lesson, Viggo meant sex, then Orli was the happiest boy on earth right now.
“Viggo…I don’t know how you got the idea that I was flirting with—”
“Enough! You’ve done enough talking for one night.” With that, Viggo reached into the bag again, pulling out a ball gag. Again, Orli’s eyes went wide; before he could protest, Viggo had Orli gagged. He stepped back and admired his handiwork. “You need to learn, Orlando, just who you belong to. This flirtatious nature of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one day. You are mine and it’s time you realized that.” Viggo’s voice was low and husky. Despite his current situation, Orli couldn’t help but be turned on.
Ever so slowly, Viggo began to unzip his jeans. He slid them down over his muscled legs, all the while watching Orli’s reaction. Viggo could see that Orlando was aroused…very aroused. Orlando groaned at the sight of his lover wearing nothing underneath his jeans. Once rid of the offending garment, Viggo crawled back onto the bed and straddled Orli.
Viggo ran his hands along Orli’s body, causing his lover to shiver. He leaned over to run his tongue along Orli’s hot flesh, teasing and biting at his already taut nipples.
It was all Orlando could do to control himself. He loved the feel of Viggo’s hands caressing his body; and Viggo’s tongue made him writhe in pleasure. He was just toying with me. I knew he couldn’t be serious. Orli began to relax a little and relish in the pleasure Viggo was giving him. Instinctively, he raised his hips off the bed, grinding their erections together. That elicited a moan from both men. Abruptly, Viggo’s actions stopped and he sat back up.
“That’s not how it works, Orlando. I make the decisions tonight,” Viggo reminded. Once again, Viggo reached for his little bag. When he sat back up, he was holding two more scarves and something Orlando didn’t recognize. Viggo slid off the bed and proceeded to tie Orlando’s legs in a spread-eagle position. “You’re not allowed to do anything unless I say. That includes moving.”
Once Orlando was secure, Viggo climbed back on the bed and rested in between his lover’s legs. He grabbed Orli’s cock and began to stroke it. He squeezed, causing Orli to moan and close his eyes. Perfect.
Orlando’s eyes snapped open as he felt something being placed on his cock. He looked at Viggo, wild-eyed, trying to figure out, again, what he was doing.
“Do you know what this is Orlando?” Viggo asked as if he was asking a small child. Orlando shook his head in reply. “This is a cock ring. It’s to prevent you from…getting off before I want you to.” Orlando’s face was a picture of sheer panic. How can Viggo do this to me? Has he gone mad!?
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll take it off; but not before you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand me?” Frantically, Orlando nodded his head. This was going to be torture.
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Date: 2004-10-08 05:28 am (UTC)*awaits the whip cracking and whimpering!*
Dom Viggo is the ultimate!
*smooches and delivers a case of spoons, not stolen from the cafeteria* ;)
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Date: 2004-10-08 05:32 am (UTC)*hugtackles you and smooches you senseless*
...ahem...
anyhoo...TONS more kinky goodness on the way.