ext_252832 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
myr-juhl.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
vigorli2006-05-27 12:44 pm
myr-juhl.livejournal.com) wrote in vigorli2006-05-27 12:44 pm
FIC: $100.000 3/5 V/O NC-17
Title: $100,000 © 2006 by Myr Juhl
Part: 3/5
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan
*** WARNINGS *** Chapters are rated NC-17 and contains through out the series: * Dark issues * Graphic Male slash * Manipulation /non-con (matter of opinion) * Enchanting * Telepathy * Voyeurism *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bee_ta_baby
Summary: During vacation, Orlando agrees to be paid $100,000 if he spends a week with a total stranger. Smut, smut and utterly smut.
Timeline: March 2004
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 3
by Myr
Afterwards, Orlando took a closer look at the clothes. The shirt was cream coloured silk. Orlando would definitely look different. He would never have bought these clothes himself, but he had to admit he looked good in them. His pants were skin-tight, low riding, black, shiny latex pants. He screwed himself into the pants and panted slightly. They were VERY tight. Looking at himself in the mirror, he could tell the pants revealed everything. The pointy hipbones, the flatness of his stomach, abs, treasure trail, the roundness of his arse.
He turned and looked over his shoulder at his reflection in the full sized mirror. Very nicely, the fabric supported said arse. He put a finger to his butt. The digit pressed the latex in between his cheeks creating an evident display of the crack. He pulled upwards, watching his own performance with increased interest. He turned back around. The confines of his package, even in its soft state, were impressive. He realised he’d possibly get a hard on several times during the evening and he wouldn’t be able to conceal it, Viggo had insisted on the shirt staying unbuttoned. Everyone present at the party would be able to see his erection. What would they think? Would they be turned on by it? By him? He supposed Viggo was quite aware of that possibility when he bought the pants. Orlando cupped his cock through the latex, shook it for fun, and owned him his first hard on of the evening.
/As long as you’re game, partner. I’m too. Perhaps I should manipulate Viggo, and see how he reacts if I pretend to let others get a piece of my arse...? Just to make Viggo jealous. Wouldn’t we like that?/ Orlando closed his eyes and smiled. Oh, he’d love to make Viggo jealous. He could already imagine, how possessively he’d be fucked as soon as they could excuse themselves. He moaned out loud, feeling how hard he was under his hand. He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror. His erection was enormous in those pants by now. He wished Viggo could see him like this. He felt beautiful, strong, and erotic. He bit his lip and rubbed slowly adding pressure from his palm and then he pulled the zipper and went to the bathroom to relieve himself.
He came back to his room looking flustered. He looked into the mirror.
/Hi there! You just had a good wank. I see it in your eyes, mate./ He lowered his eyelashes looking as wanton as he felt. He turned around still eyeballing himself. He spread his legs and felt the fabric stretch impossibly tighter across his naked arse. He grabbed his butt cheeks. He squeezed the tight mounds; watching the contrast between a line of un-tanned skin peep up from the waistband of the pants and his tanned hand. He then focused on the shirt, which he picked up and put on. He began doing the buttons but then remembered not to. Bit by bit he unbuttoned the shirt. Slowly, he rubbed his nipples through the silk. It felt wonderfully cool and stirred his groin anew. He wished so passionately Viggo was here yet again, doing this to him. Letting Orlando sink into the frame of Viggo's body. He needed Viggo. Had needed him ever since he looked into his eyes yesterday on the square. Viggo knowing what he wanted, when he wanted it, could only be an advantage.
“STOP!” he ordered himself out loud, or he’d be exhausted from wanking even before the party got started. He went to the bathroom with gritted teeth. He had a feeling the night would be a little bit complicated no matter how erotic it seemed from the outside. Finally, he was finished wanking and washing up again, he suddenly became aware of the contents of the bathroom. He examined the various cupboards. There was a surprisingly amount of make-up and Orlando applied some. He smiled as he did a dramatic, yet subtle facial. He loved the lines he’d added to his eyes. His lashes were astonishing long and curved. His lips were painted pink and looked inviting for a blowjob. He shook his head.
/I look like a bloody horny callboy. A slut./ He grabbed the sink a few seconds breathing quietly. /Who are you kidding Bloom? That’s what you are. Fucking Julia Roberts... When the week is over however, Viggo will throw me out. Deal effectuated./ He closed his eyes. /Don’t fall in love. It’s just sex. It’s just sex.../ Then he looked into the mirror again.
“I don’t do this on a weekly basis,” the man had said. This was surely an exceptional one-time stand? But maybe he could convince Viggo they might have something more in common... Again, he shook his head. /The guy’s twice your age. What could he possibly want other than my arse. Snap out of it, Orlando. You’re just entertainment worth $100,000./ He sighed and jolted away from the mirror in disgust.
He went to his room again and lay on the bed. His thoughts had calmed down somewhat and he slept for about half an hour, when another maid knocked on the door telling him his presence was required. He put on soft leather sandals and went to the junction of the staircase. The grey-haired maid motioned for him to follow her to the other corridor and again, he marvelled at the collection hanging on the walls. Only the collection on these walls was sex toys; again from any age and thinkable corner of the world. Orlando swallowed. He wasn’t too keen on this, and hoped this was purely a collection - not for practical or actual use. The toys looked safely positioned. As if they hadn’t been used for many years.
The maid knocked at a door. Then she opened it, excused herself, and left. Orlando approached and entered the room. This was Viggo’s master bedroom. Orlando was surprised how austere the room was decorated. Viggo himself looked stunning. He was dressed in off-white latex pants and black silken shirt, only his was buttoned. Orlando smiled glad. He felt a profound happiness at the thought of them being dressed alike but showing off their differences.
Orlando’s cock twitched and rapidly grew harder, /Down boy!/ he scolded it teasingly, but he didn’t really want it to soften. He wanted Viggo to see the effect he had on him. Viggo turned and his facial expression showed the obvious, that he knew of Orlando’s erection before he saw it.
Orlando gasped at the hunger in the man’s eyes matching his own. They didn’t touch each other; just stood there watching the fire in their eyes. Finally, Viggo neared the young man. “How badly do you want me?”
“You already know...” Orlando answered with passion darkening his voice.
“Knowing isn’t as hot as hearing your words telling me. So tell me, Orlando Bloom. How much do you ache for me?” He bent his head and placed a kiss right under a burning earlobe.
“I...” Orlando swallowed and closed his eyes reflexively. “If there had been time, you could take me right here and now.”
Viggo laughed, “This I know already. I’m talking about the other stuff buried in the back of your head. The stuff that will make you come by only thinking about it.”
Orlando groaned not knowing what Viggo was talking about. “I... I... have no idea... I...”
“Orlando,” Viggo murmured, “I’ll give you a clue. There are no restrooms downstairs. You will not be allowed to use the restrooms upstairs for wanking anymore tonight. You got that?”
“Ooohhh!” Orlando shook in need. “What? Why?” he asked frustrated that Viggo didn’t touch him.
Viggo smiled. “But if you’d like, you can ask any guest of a helping hand.” Then Viggo stepped away from him.
“Coming?”
Orlando grimaced pointing at his hard on. "I can’t believe you’re asking this of me! You know I wouldn’t like to be fondled by someone else.”
Viggo came back and embraced the young man gently. “And that is actually true. You don’t, so this really requires that you use your imagination to get release.” He kissed Orlando on the lips and left the room. Orlando worried his thumb and went after him. Fuck! He really felt how utterly young he still was, although he’d just passed his 27th birthday last week.
Downstairs everything looked beautiful, like one of those parties held by the Carrington's in ‘Dynasty’, but this was definitely another clientele of guests. Orlando could see that the clothes he wore had been perfectly chosen by Viggo. He didn’t feel self-conscious at all. He went about trying to find Viggo, but he was nowhere in sight. A servant offered him a flute of champagne. He downed it too quickly and had to sit for a while as the dizzying effect took over.
Then he got to his feet and mingled some more. He felt eyes on his body constantly and yes, some managed to pat his bum and coincidental hands graced his groin when he passed, but he didn’t feel threatened. He felt erotic and interesting. He had a hard on from time to time and when hands graced his cock, he just smiled and continued. But, he didn’t need to wank yet. He needed Viggo.
“Oh, who is this adorable, little, juicy fuck toy?” a high-pitched voice purred in Orlando’s ear. Orlando wanted to continue, but the owner of the voice grabbed his arm. Orlando frowned and pulled his arm to get free, but the man held harder, hurting him.
“Let go of me.”
“I had no idea our kind host provided entertainment. For later,” the man insinuated.
/Fuck, Viggo. Don’t do this to me. Where are you?/ Orlando glanced nervously around the many guests who had taken interest in his dilemma. The man grabbed his other arm too. Orlando felt anger rise within him and with a fast move, he twisted his arms free. He backed away and into somebody else. He spun around ready for the new conflict only to look into Viggo’s stony eyes.
Viggo addressed the other man, “This lovely boy is Orlando. And keep your sticky fingers off him. He is a guest in my house this week. Be nice. Orlando, this is a business partner of mine: Brock Dexter.” Orlando just nodded and felt the man’s eyes glued to his groin. Even his name sounded like a character from ‘Dynasty’.
“Well-hung and horny. Just the way I like them,” Dexter laughed, and suddenly he reached out to grab a hold of Orlando’s bulge. Faster than Orlando could react, Viggo held Dexter’s wrist in his hand. He growled in a low and dangerously tone of voice, “Keep you hands off him, or didn’t you hear me the first time?”
As soon as Viggo let go, Dexter threw his hands in the air. “Sorry, Viggo. Just kidding.” Then he winked at Orlando and mingled.
“Not funny,” Orlando whispered and looked away. Viggo put his arms around him and kissed him. They stood in the middle of the room and Viggo kissed him. Orlando smiled and felt loved.
/This has to mean something to you Viggo. Please. Do you like me?/ Viggo held him tighter, and Orlando somehow knew that was important, as if Viggo answered in his favour. Yes. He did like him.
Then Viggo’s lips slowly retreated with a delicious slurpy sound, and his eyes slid across Orlando’s face, throat, chest and he slowly ground his erection into Orlando’s. The young man tried hard to keep a straight face. He was trapped in Viggo’s embrace, which wasn’t a bad thing. At least it was Viggo, but he suddenly felt very hot and uncomfortable when he realised that the guests pressed in on them until he literally couldn’t go anywhere. He felt a panic attack build up and frantically looked into Viggo’s eyes. The man frowned but otherwise did nothing to stop his or his guests’ actions.
Orlando felt Viggo pull him impossibly closer and he squeezed his eyes close. He felt hands on him, and Viggo kissed him again very demandingly. Combined with sighs and multiple hands, Orlando fled away into a world where he didn’t have to deal with the groping, only Viggo’s almost draining kisses, as if he was seeking his very soul.
Suddenly, he was certain he heard Viggo’s voice in his head, /Ask them to leave you alone, Orlando./ But that wasn’t possible. It was one thing that his lover read his thoughts, but Orlando had never heard other people’s thoughts. When had he become a recipient of telepathy? Flashes of the sex they had shared yesterday passed between them and had him twitch in Viggo’s arms, desperately trying to do what Viggo’s thoughts told him. He willed the many intrusive hands away by sheer thought and suddenly the hands retreated as if the owners of said hands also were able to hear his thoughts. When the guests returned to mingle as nothing had happened, Orlando felt Viggo’s hands on his erection. He gasped in a mixture of want and needing air and coming down from the assaults on his brain. What the fuck did he care, if they saw him take pleasure from Viggo? He was ready to go down right there on the floor, and to his surprise, Viggo motioned for him to open his fly. Orlando looked into Viggo’s eyes knowing his own eyes were huge with desire.
/Fuck me Orlando. Right here in front of all these people,/ Viggo’s voice rasped in his inner ear. Orlando latched onto his mouth and kissed him hungrily. Viggo freed himself and pushed down his white latex pants to step out of them. Orlando looked incredibly at the half-naked man. He shot a glance at the other guests who returned to eagerly glare at them with horny almost predatory looks; clearly considering them top of the entertainment food chain. Did they even know Viggo was their host? Viggo grabbed his chin and had him focus. /Fuck me,/ his eyes said, and suddenly the man ripped his black silk shirt making buttons fly around. Orlando laughed nervously; he would never have thought Viggo would do these things. He knew he would never, ever have done them himself until this minute. He pushed Viggo on his knees and positioned himself behind him. His eyes caught Mr. Dexter’s who practically had his jaw agape to catch every detail.
Then he freed his erection and sat a few seconds trying to figure out, how they had come to this so fast.
/Is this how you want it, Orlando?/ Viggo asked him. Orlando closed his eyes focusing on Viggo’s thoughts. He was painfully aroused, but he also understood he was caught up by the thrill of it; looking at Viggo on his knees with a lot of eyes resting on him, he suddenly got up and managed to direct his cock back behind the fly.
“No. It’s not how I want you,” he replied verbally. Viggo got up as well and with a strange haunting expression on his face, he took hold of Orlando’s hand and in his naked state, he accompanied the younger man to his master bedroom.
Viggo lay down on his back. As soon as Orlando had undressed, he buried his nose in Viggo’s crotch sliding his hands up his lover's chest. Then he motioned his palms back to rub caressingly his inner thighs. He opened his mouth and slowly let the engorged flesh into his mouth; sliding back, he blew air on the moist skin. Viggo writhed and grabbed the sheets as he closed his eyes. Orlando nibbled at the head and licked the edge thoroughly. He liked it very much himself, being so sensitive there. Grabbing Viggo’s cock, he began moving his hand up and down adding twists as he played, shifting between jerks and licks. Soon, Viggo was leaking precome and Orlando retreated. He noticed the massaging gel on the floor and knew it wasn’t there only for a rub down and quickly snatched it. He soon covered his cock generously with the slippery substance, while stroking his shaft just to test the hard texture. Viggo groaned at the sight and eagerly lifted his legs to rest them at Orlando’s shoulders, when the younger man repositioned himself in front of Viggo. He leaned a bit forward and was about to put a finger inside his lover, when Viggo shook his head.
“We don’t need fingers you and I. We open up to each other by the sheer force of will. And I do want you to take me.”
Orlando smiled wickedly and gradually, he slid inside Viggo’s tight, tight channel. The man winced a bit but didn’t try preventing Orlando’s intrusion. He wriggled concentrated around Orlando’s cock helping him to get better and faster impaled, and Orlando understood, it must have been years ago since Viggo last bottomed. The raw enjoyment was evidently written all over his face. He began chanting his name over and over, and to Orlando that had to be the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. He began thrusting and changed angles making Viggo roll his eyes to the back of his head when his prostate was graced repeatedly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re killing me.”
“I don’t hope so... Viggo,” Orlando stressed, “I intend to fuck your brains out all night like you did to me yesterday.”
“Ooooh! Revenge?” Viggo replied gasping for breath as Orlando began trusting forcefully into his body. He groaned noisily and laughed out loud.
“Is that the best you can do, lover?”
Orlando retreated, grabbed Viggo, and turned him around. Viggo didn’t fight him and was now on his knees. Orlando pressed his face hard into the surface and re-entered his body. He knew he was acting violently and it turned him on. Viggo’s teasing submission turned him on, and he fucked him into the mattress eliciting almost hysterical roars of intense pleasure from Viggo. He sought Viggo’s mind and was granted access to fantasies that blew Orlando away in rapid built up fire. He thought he would soon erupt in heavy spurts but the orgasm went on forever. He was delirious in prolonged ecstasy and felt like drowning in a void only having Viggo’s mind as guide.
Finally, as his stamina was running out, he suddenly came violently. Crawling up to Viggo, he was enclosed in his arms. Viggo was shaking, too, and his body felt cold and clammy.
“Are you all right?” Orlando asked, feeling almost comatose himself.
Viggo didn’t say anything, but Orlando felt warmth grace his brain and he smiled lazily.
“What time is it?”
“Around 6.30 in the morning.”
Orlando frowned. What did he mean 6.30 in the morning? He closed his eyes. He’d only managed to shag Viggo once. Disappointed, he rolled off the man, resting his arm over his eyes.
Viggo chuckled and shook his arm. “What’s the matter?”
“Leave me alone. I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”
“And why is that stud?”
“Stop it.”
“Orlando - You did fuck me all night. One. Fucking. Long. Incredible. Fuck.”
Orlando’s arm flew away and he sat up staring incredulously at Viggo. “What?”
Viggo turned serious and repeated, “You fucked me long and hard all night, Orlando. To you, it probably felt like one never-ending orgasm, but I think I came constantly. I don’t know which is best. But my ass is absolutely abused in the best sense of the word,” he smirked.
Orlando’s face split in a glorious smile. “So I did fuck you all night? I didn’t feel time moved.” Viggo nodded and turned around for the young man to inspect his rear. Orlando took a good look at the result of their insanely activities, and he was awed that Viggo wasn’t hurt more that this. A tiny tear of the ring muscle.
“Need stitches?” he asked worrying his lip.
Viggo laughed, “No - I’m cherishing my wounds of passion.” Suddenly he was quiet and looking at Orlando with a serious expression. “Would you have come with me even if I hadn’t offered you the money?”
“Maybe...” Orlando answered looking away. “No way telling now, I suppose,” he shrugged.
“I’m sorry I offered you the money. It must have freaked you out.”
Orlando looked back at him intensely, “On second thought, I know I would have. I knew it even before you stated your wish and I was scared to death because I knew I’d go with you.”
Viggo sighed relieved, “As I just knew it.” He pointed at his chest. “I felt it like a kick in the gut when I saw you on the square. I just couldn’t believe it.”
Orlando smiled. “Yeah... that was rather interesting on the square. I couldn’t figure out how you could hear me.” He smiled seductively and Viggo groaned and kissed his soul mate. Orlando crushed him into a tight embrace and gave what he had in returning the fierce kiss.
/Am I?/ he asked, /Am I your soul mate?/
/I believe you are. We are completely in tune with each other. We even share the same blood type./
Orlando let go for a moment. “How would you know?”
Viggo pointed at the young man’s brain, “I searched for the information in your box of precious thoughts and memories.”
“Yeah - an annoying habit of yours.” Then he became quiet. It was as if a veil removed itself for him and Viggo’s mind was present like an open door.
/Search,/ he heard Viggo say in his head, and Orlando went on an astonishing cruise inside Viggo’s ancient mind.
TBC...
My groups:
My Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Library for stories only by Bee and Myr: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Box_of_Tales/ or group posts http://www.livejournal.com/users/box_of_tales/
Slash stories dedicated to actor Jared Leto or his movie characters: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JaredLetoSF/
Slash stories dedicated to Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen or his movie characters: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MadsMikkelsenSF/
LJ Community for Brother To Brother Cest (Leto, Farrell & Mikkelsen): http://www.livejournal.com/users/bro_2_bro/
hit Counter
Part: 3/5
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan
*** WARNINGS *** Chapters are rated NC-17 and contains through out the series: * Dark issues * Graphic Male slash * Manipulation /non-con (matter of opinion) * Enchanting * Telepathy * Voyeurism *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Beta:
bee_ta_babySummary: During vacation, Orlando agrees to be paid $100,000 if he spends a week with a total stranger. Smut, smut and utterly smut.
Timeline: March 2004
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 3
by Myr
Afterwards, Orlando took a closer look at the clothes. The shirt was cream coloured silk. Orlando would definitely look different. He would never have bought these clothes himself, but he had to admit he looked good in them. His pants were skin-tight, low riding, black, shiny latex pants. He screwed himself into the pants and panted slightly. They were VERY tight. Looking at himself in the mirror, he could tell the pants revealed everything. The pointy hipbones, the flatness of his stomach, abs, treasure trail, the roundness of his arse.
He turned and looked over his shoulder at his reflection in the full sized mirror. Very nicely, the fabric supported said arse. He put a finger to his butt. The digit pressed the latex in between his cheeks creating an evident display of the crack. He pulled upwards, watching his own performance with increased interest. He turned back around. The confines of his package, even in its soft state, were impressive. He realised he’d possibly get a hard on several times during the evening and he wouldn’t be able to conceal it, Viggo had insisted on the shirt staying unbuttoned. Everyone present at the party would be able to see his erection. What would they think? Would they be turned on by it? By him? He supposed Viggo was quite aware of that possibility when he bought the pants. Orlando cupped his cock through the latex, shook it for fun, and owned him his first hard on of the evening.
/As long as you’re game, partner. I’m too. Perhaps I should manipulate Viggo, and see how he reacts if I pretend to let others get a piece of my arse...? Just to make Viggo jealous. Wouldn’t we like that?/ Orlando closed his eyes and smiled. Oh, he’d love to make Viggo jealous. He could already imagine, how possessively he’d be fucked as soon as they could excuse themselves. He moaned out loud, feeling how hard he was under his hand. He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror. His erection was enormous in those pants by now. He wished Viggo could see him like this. He felt beautiful, strong, and erotic. He bit his lip and rubbed slowly adding pressure from his palm and then he pulled the zipper and went to the bathroom to relieve himself.
He came back to his room looking flustered. He looked into the mirror.
/Hi there! You just had a good wank. I see it in your eyes, mate./ He lowered his eyelashes looking as wanton as he felt. He turned around still eyeballing himself. He spread his legs and felt the fabric stretch impossibly tighter across his naked arse. He grabbed his butt cheeks. He squeezed the tight mounds; watching the contrast between a line of un-tanned skin peep up from the waistband of the pants and his tanned hand. He then focused on the shirt, which he picked up and put on. He began doing the buttons but then remembered not to. Bit by bit he unbuttoned the shirt. Slowly, he rubbed his nipples through the silk. It felt wonderfully cool and stirred his groin anew. He wished so passionately Viggo was here yet again, doing this to him. Letting Orlando sink into the frame of Viggo's body. He needed Viggo. Had needed him ever since he looked into his eyes yesterday on the square. Viggo knowing what he wanted, when he wanted it, could only be an advantage.
“STOP!” he ordered himself out loud, or he’d be exhausted from wanking even before the party got started. He went to the bathroom with gritted teeth. He had a feeling the night would be a little bit complicated no matter how erotic it seemed from the outside. Finally, he was finished wanking and washing up again, he suddenly became aware of the contents of the bathroom. He examined the various cupboards. There was a surprisingly amount of make-up and Orlando applied some. He smiled as he did a dramatic, yet subtle facial. He loved the lines he’d added to his eyes. His lashes were astonishing long and curved. His lips were painted pink and looked inviting for a blowjob. He shook his head.
/I look like a bloody horny callboy. A slut./ He grabbed the sink a few seconds breathing quietly. /Who are you kidding Bloom? That’s what you are. Fucking Julia Roberts... When the week is over however, Viggo will throw me out. Deal effectuated./ He closed his eyes. /Don’t fall in love. It’s just sex. It’s just sex.../ Then he looked into the mirror again.
“I don’t do this on a weekly basis,” the man had said. This was surely an exceptional one-time stand? But maybe he could convince Viggo they might have something more in common... Again, he shook his head. /The guy’s twice your age. What could he possibly want other than my arse. Snap out of it, Orlando. You’re just entertainment worth $100,000./ He sighed and jolted away from the mirror in disgust.
He went to his room again and lay on the bed. His thoughts had calmed down somewhat and he slept for about half an hour, when another maid knocked on the door telling him his presence was required. He put on soft leather sandals and went to the junction of the staircase. The grey-haired maid motioned for him to follow her to the other corridor and again, he marvelled at the collection hanging on the walls. Only the collection on these walls was sex toys; again from any age and thinkable corner of the world. Orlando swallowed. He wasn’t too keen on this, and hoped this was purely a collection - not for practical or actual use. The toys looked safely positioned. As if they hadn’t been used for many years.
The maid knocked at a door. Then she opened it, excused herself, and left. Orlando approached and entered the room. This was Viggo’s master bedroom. Orlando was surprised how austere the room was decorated. Viggo himself looked stunning. He was dressed in off-white latex pants and black silken shirt, only his was buttoned. Orlando smiled glad. He felt a profound happiness at the thought of them being dressed alike but showing off their differences.
Orlando’s cock twitched and rapidly grew harder, /Down boy!/ he scolded it teasingly, but he didn’t really want it to soften. He wanted Viggo to see the effect he had on him. Viggo turned and his facial expression showed the obvious, that he knew of Orlando’s erection before he saw it.
Orlando gasped at the hunger in the man’s eyes matching his own. They didn’t touch each other; just stood there watching the fire in their eyes. Finally, Viggo neared the young man. “How badly do you want me?”
“You already know...” Orlando answered with passion darkening his voice.
“Knowing isn’t as hot as hearing your words telling me. So tell me, Orlando Bloom. How much do you ache for me?” He bent his head and placed a kiss right under a burning earlobe.
“I...” Orlando swallowed and closed his eyes reflexively. “If there had been time, you could take me right here and now.”
Viggo laughed, “This I know already. I’m talking about the other stuff buried in the back of your head. The stuff that will make you come by only thinking about it.”
Orlando groaned not knowing what Viggo was talking about. “I... I... have no idea... I...”
“Orlando,” Viggo murmured, “I’ll give you a clue. There are no restrooms downstairs. You will not be allowed to use the restrooms upstairs for wanking anymore tonight. You got that?”
“Ooohhh!” Orlando shook in need. “What? Why?” he asked frustrated that Viggo didn’t touch him.
Viggo smiled. “But if you’d like, you can ask any guest of a helping hand.” Then Viggo stepped away from him.
“Coming?”
Orlando grimaced pointing at his hard on. "I can’t believe you’re asking this of me! You know I wouldn’t like to be fondled by someone else.”
Viggo came back and embraced the young man gently. “And that is actually true. You don’t, so this really requires that you use your imagination to get release.” He kissed Orlando on the lips and left the room. Orlando worried his thumb and went after him. Fuck! He really felt how utterly young he still was, although he’d just passed his 27th birthday last week.
Downstairs everything looked beautiful, like one of those parties held by the Carrington's in ‘Dynasty’, but this was definitely another clientele of guests. Orlando could see that the clothes he wore had been perfectly chosen by Viggo. He didn’t feel self-conscious at all. He went about trying to find Viggo, but he was nowhere in sight. A servant offered him a flute of champagne. He downed it too quickly and had to sit for a while as the dizzying effect took over.
Then he got to his feet and mingled some more. He felt eyes on his body constantly and yes, some managed to pat his bum and coincidental hands graced his groin when he passed, but he didn’t feel threatened. He felt erotic and interesting. He had a hard on from time to time and when hands graced his cock, he just smiled and continued. But, he didn’t need to wank yet. He needed Viggo.
“Oh, who is this adorable, little, juicy fuck toy?” a high-pitched voice purred in Orlando’s ear. Orlando wanted to continue, but the owner of the voice grabbed his arm. Orlando frowned and pulled his arm to get free, but the man held harder, hurting him.
“Let go of me.”
“I had no idea our kind host provided entertainment. For later,” the man insinuated.
/Fuck, Viggo. Don’t do this to me. Where are you?/ Orlando glanced nervously around the many guests who had taken interest in his dilemma. The man grabbed his other arm too. Orlando felt anger rise within him and with a fast move, he twisted his arms free. He backed away and into somebody else. He spun around ready for the new conflict only to look into Viggo’s stony eyes.
Viggo addressed the other man, “This lovely boy is Orlando. And keep your sticky fingers off him. He is a guest in my house this week. Be nice. Orlando, this is a business partner of mine: Brock Dexter.” Orlando just nodded and felt the man’s eyes glued to his groin. Even his name sounded like a character from ‘Dynasty’.
“Well-hung and horny. Just the way I like them,” Dexter laughed, and suddenly he reached out to grab a hold of Orlando’s bulge. Faster than Orlando could react, Viggo held Dexter’s wrist in his hand. He growled in a low and dangerously tone of voice, “Keep you hands off him, or didn’t you hear me the first time?”
As soon as Viggo let go, Dexter threw his hands in the air. “Sorry, Viggo. Just kidding.” Then he winked at Orlando and mingled.
“Not funny,” Orlando whispered and looked away. Viggo put his arms around him and kissed him. They stood in the middle of the room and Viggo kissed him. Orlando smiled and felt loved.
/This has to mean something to you Viggo. Please. Do you like me?/ Viggo held him tighter, and Orlando somehow knew that was important, as if Viggo answered in his favour. Yes. He did like him.
Then Viggo’s lips slowly retreated with a delicious slurpy sound, and his eyes slid across Orlando’s face, throat, chest and he slowly ground his erection into Orlando’s. The young man tried hard to keep a straight face. He was trapped in Viggo’s embrace, which wasn’t a bad thing. At least it was Viggo, but he suddenly felt very hot and uncomfortable when he realised that the guests pressed in on them until he literally couldn’t go anywhere. He felt a panic attack build up and frantically looked into Viggo’s eyes. The man frowned but otherwise did nothing to stop his or his guests’ actions.
Orlando felt Viggo pull him impossibly closer and he squeezed his eyes close. He felt hands on him, and Viggo kissed him again very demandingly. Combined with sighs and multiple hands, Orlando fled away into a world where he didn’t have to deal with the groping, only Viggo’s almost draining kisses, as if he was seeking his very soul.
Suddenly, he was certain he heard Viggo’s voice in his head, /Ask them to leave you alone, Orlando./ But that wasn’t possible. It was one thing that his lover read his thoughts, but Orlando had never heard other people’s thoughts. When had he become a recipient of telepathy? Flashes of the sex they had shared yesterday passed between them and had him twitch in Viggo’s arms, desperately trying to do what Viggo’s thoughts told him. He willed the many intrusive hands away by sheer thought and suddenly the hands retreated as if the owners of said hands also were able to hear his thoughts. When the guests returned to mingle as nothing had happened, Orlando felt Viggo’s hands on his erection. He gasped in a mixture of want and needing air and coming down from the assaults on his brain. What the fuck did he care, if they saw him take pleasure from Viggo? He was ready to go down right there on the floor, and to his surprise, Viggo motioned for him to open his fly. Orlando looked into Viggo’s eyes knowing his own eyes were huge with desire.
/Fuck me Orlando. Right here in front of all these people,/ Viggo’s voice rasped in his inner ear. Orlando latched onto his mouth and kissed him hungrily. Viggo freed himself and pushed down his white latex pants to step out of them. Orlando looked incredibly at the half-naked man. He shot a glance at the other guests who returned to eagerly glare at them with horny almost predatory looks; clearly considering them top of the entertainment food chain. Did they even know Viggo was their host? Viggo grabbed his chin and had him focus. /Fuck me,/ his eyes said, and suddenly the man ripped his black silk shirt making buttons fly around. Orlando laughed nervously; he would never have thought Viggo would do these things. He knew he would never, ever have done them himself until this minute. He pushed Viggo on his knees and positioned himself behind him. His eyes caught Mr. Dexter’s who practically had his jaw agape to catch every detail.
Then he freed his erection and sat a few seconds trying to figure out, how they had come to this so fast.
/Is this how you want it, Orlando?/ Viggo asked him. Orlando closed his eyes focusing on Viggo’s thoughts. He was painfully aroused, but he also understood he was caught up by the thrill of it; looking at Viggo on his knees with a lot of eyes resting on him, he suddenly got up and managed to direct his cock back behind the fly.
“No. It’s not how I want you,” he replied verbally. Viggo got up as well and with a strange haunting expression on his face, he took hold of Orlando’s hand and in his naked state, he accompanied the younger man to his master bedroom.
Viggo lay down on his back. As soon as Orlando had undressed, he buried his nose in Viggo’s crotch sliding his hands up his lover's chest. Then he motioned his palms back to rub caressingly his inner thighs. He opened his mouth and slowly let the engorged flesh into his mouth; sliding back, he blew air on the moist skin. Viggo writhed and grabbed the sheets as he closed his eyes. Orlando nibbled at the head and licked the edge thoroughly. He liked it very much himself, being so sensitive there. Grabbing Viggo’s cock, he began moving his hand up and down adding twists as he played, shifting between jerks and licks. Soon, Viggo was leaking precome and Orlando retreated. He noticed the massaging gel on the floor and knew it wasn’t there only for a rub down and quickly snatched it. He soon covered his cock generously with the slippery substance, while stroking his shaft just to test the hard texture. Viggo groaned at the sight and eagerly lifted his legs to rest them at Orlando’s shoulders, when the younger man repositioned himself in front of Viggo. He leaned a bit forward and was about to put a finger inside his lover, when Viggo shook his head.
“We don’t need fingers you and I. We open up to each other by the sheer force of will. And I do want you to take me.”
Orlando smiled wickedly and gradually, he slid inside Viggo’s tight, tight channel. The man winced a bit but didn’t try preventing Orlando’s intrusion. He wriggled concentrated around Orlando’s cock helping him to get better and faster impaled, and Orlando understood, it must have been years ago since Viggo last bottomed. The raw enjoyment was evidently written all over his face. He began chanting his name over and over, and to Orlando that had to be the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. He began thrusting and changed angles making Viggo roll his eyes to the back of his head when his prostate was graced repeatedly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re killing me.”
“I don’t hope so... Viggo,” Orlando stressed, “I intend to fuck your brains out all night like you did to me yesterday.”
“Ooooh! Revenge?” Viggo replied gasping for breath as Orlando began trusting forcefully into his body. He groaned noisily and laughed out loud.
“Is that the best you can do, lover?”
Orlando retreated, grabbed Viggo, and turned him around. Viggo didn’t fight him and was now on his knees. Orlando pressed his face hard into the surface and re-entered his body. He knew he was acting violently and it turned him on. Viggo’s teasing submission turned him on, and he fucked him into the mattress eliciting almost hysterical roars of intense pleasure from Viggo. He sought Viggo’s mind and was granted access to fantasies that blew Orlando away in rapid built up fire. He thought he would soon erupt in heavy spurts but the orgasm went on forever. He was delirious in prolonged ecstasy and felt like drowning in a void only having Viggo’s mind as guide.
Finally, as his stamina was running out, he suddenly came violently. Crawling up to Viggo, he was enclosed in his arms. Viggo was shaking, too, and his body felt cold and clammy.
“Are you all right?” Orlando asked, feeling almost comatose himself.
Viggo didn’t say anything, but Orlando felt warmth grace his brain and he smiled lazily.
“What time is it?”
“Around 6.30 in the morning.”
Orlando frowned. What did he mean 6.30 in the morning? He closed his eyes. He’d only managed to shag Viggo once. Disappointed, he rolled off the man, resting his arm over his eyes.
Viggo chuckled and shook his arm. “What’s the matter?”
“Leave me alone. I’m embarrassed enough as it is.”
“And why is that stud?”
“Stop it.”
“Orlando - You did fuck me all night. One. Fucking. Long. Incredible. Fuck.”
Orlando’s arm flew away and he sat up staring incredulously at Viggo. “What?”
Viggo turned serious and repeated, “You fucked me long and hard all night, Orlando. To you, it probably felt like one never-ending orgasm, but I think I came constantly. I don’t know which is best. But my ass is absolutely abused in the best sense of the word,” he smirked.
Orlando’s face split in a glorious smile. “So I did fuck you all night? I didn’t feel time moved.” Viggo nodded and turned around for the young man to inspect his rear. Orlando took a good look at the result of their insanely activities, and he was awed that Viggo wasn’t hurt more that this. A tiny tear of the ring muscle.
“Need stitches?” he asked worrying his lip.
Viggo laughed, “No - I’m cherishing my wounds of passion.” Suddenly he was quiet and looking at Orlando with a serious expression. “Would you have come with me even if I hadn’t offered you the money?”
“Maybe...” Orlando answered looking away. “No way telling now, I suppose,” he shrugged.
“I’m sorry I offered you the money. It must have freaked you out.”
Orlando looked back at him intensely, “On second thought, I know I would have. I knew it even before you stated your wish and I was scared to death because I knew I’d go with you.”
Viggo sighed relieved, “As I just knew it.” He pointed at his chest. “I felt it like a kick in the gut when I saw you on the square. I just couldn’t believe it.”
Orlando smiled. “Yeah... that was rather interesting on the square. I couldn’t figure out how you could hear me.” He smiled seductively and Viggo groaned and kissed his soul mate. Orlando crushed him into a tight embrace and gave what he had in returning the fierce kiss.
/Am I?/ he asked, /Am I your soul mate?/
/I believe you are. We are completely in tune with each other. We even share the same blood type./
Orlando let go for a moment. “How would you know?”
Viggo pointed at the young man’s brain, “I searched for the information in your box of precious thoughts and memories.”
“Yeah - an annoying habit of yours.” Then he became quiet. It was as if a veil removed itself for him and Viggo’s mind was present like an open door.
/Search,/ he heard Viggo say in his head, and Orlando went on an astonishing cruise inside Viggo’s ancient mind.
TBC...
My groups:
My Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Library for stories only by Bee and Myr: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Box_of_Tales/ or group posts http://www.livejournal.com/users/box_of_tales/
Slash stories dedicated to actor Jared Leto or his movie characters: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JaredLetoSF/
Slash stories dedicated to Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen or his movie characters: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MadsMikkelsenSF/
LJ Community for Brother To Brother Cest (Leto, Farrell & Mikkelsen): http://www.livejournal.com/users/bro_2_bro/
hit Counter