Fic: The Bed Trick 1/3
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vigorliTitle: The Bed Trick 1/3
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gooseygandy
Beta:kkbean
Pairing: OB/VM, mention EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Elijah asks Orlando to do him a favor
Disclaimer: Not mine!
A/N: I read Tristan and Isolde in my King Arthur class, which got me daydreaming about Viggo and Orlando, and thus inspired this fic based very very loosely on the bed trick Isolde and her servant played on King Mark
Elijah ran down one of the many halls of Gondor Castle, tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t care about the looks he received as he all but shoved people out of his way. He didn’t care that newly made lords, such as himself, were not supposed to be seen as anything other than calm and collected.
“Watch where you are going, young man!” someone called after him. Elijah paid the older woman no heed as he dashed around a corner. Reaching his destination, he burst into a room, startling the lone occupant inside.
“Orlando!” Elijah gasped, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it, his chest heaving. Orlando, who had been reading in a chair, dropped his book and rushed over to the stricken young man.
Orlando was Elijah’s personal servant and although the two were only four years apart, Orlando had been his personal servant for eleven years, since Elijah was ten years old. He had become more Elijah’s friend and confidant than formal servant over the years.
Now, Elijah was twenty-one and had just been married to Lord Viggo, the lord of Gondor Castle and its surrounding villages. It was an arranged marriage between Elijah’s parents and Lord Viggo to strengthen the alliance between Gondor and the Shire, a small territory out in the country.
“Milord! What ails you? Why are you crying?” Elijah flung himself at his servant and friend, nearly knocking him over.
“Lor-Lord Viggo wa-wants t-to co-co-con-consum-consum–” Elijah blubbered, wrapping his arms in a strangle hold around Orlando’s neck. “He wants to fuck me!” he wailed, dissolving into noisy sobs. Struggling to hold nearly all Elijah’s weight and to breathe, Orlando stumbled over to his cot and sat down, bringing Elijah into his lap.
He ran his fingers through the distraught man’s hair, fighting not to roll his eyes. Elijah could be such a drama queen.
“Of course Lord Viggo wants to consummate your marriage, Elijah. How else did you expect this night to play out?”
Elijah sniffled, rubbing his nose on Orlando’s shirt. “I thought Lord Viggo would see how tired I was after the celebration and feast and let me sleep. But after we left the great hall, he told me…” Elijah paused for effect. Orlando waited patiently for him to go on, rubbing his back gently. “He told me he wanted to see me in his room after I changed into my nightclothes!” He burst into tears again, burying his head in Orlando’s neck.
Orlando couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling this time. Elijah knew what was expected of him tonight. If he and Lord Viggo didn’t join together tonight, their marriage would not be valid. It was true that Elijah had only known Viggo for a week and there was a considerable age difference between the two, but that’s how a lot of marriages were.
Just last month, Elijah’s cousin had an arranged marriage to the dreadful Lord of Mordor, who was known for his harsh and cruel demeanor. At least Lord Viggo was known for his kindness and just manner. Lord Viggo seemed very nice; at least he did when Orlando had seen him speaking to Elijah. He had even pulled Orlando aside on several occasions to speak with him about Elijah’s well being and his views on their upcoming marriage. Lord Viggo seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say and Orlando found himself looking forward to the brief moments he spent with the man.
“Milord, you are very lucky to be married to Lord Viggo. He is considerate, kind, polite, and cares about your feelings a great deal. He should certainly make for a most generous lover.” Elijah jerked his head up and pushed himself away from Orlando.
“How dare you say that!” he yelled, his cheeks turning red, “How dare you take his side! I thought we were friends! I thought I could trust you to protect me from him when you know my heart and body belongs to another!” Orlando’s eyes flared and Elijah clapped a hand over his mouth, his red cheeks draining of color.
“You told me you were ending your affair with Dominic. Once your engagement was announced you told me you were going to stop seeing him.” Orlando’s voice was low and controlled with barely concealed anger. Elijah had been seeing the stable boy, Dominic back in the Shire, who had followed Elijah to Gondor to care for his horse, Merry. Elijah had promised Orlando that he was going to stop sleeping with Dominic. If Lord Viggo found out about their affair or found out that Elijah was no longer a virgin, the wedding would be off and the alliance would be shot to pieces.
Elijah’s eyes filled with tears again and his bottom lip began to tremble. “I couldn’t do it, Orli,” he whispered, falling to his knees, “I tried, I tried so hard to. Every time I planned to tell him we could no longer be together, I couldn’t. I’d look into his eyes and see that I was going to break his heart; I was going to ruin the best thing that I ever had. I’m sorry, Orlando, but I love him.” Elijah dropped his head into his hands and cried.
Orlando blinked back his own tears and knelt beside him. He gathered him into his arms again, rocking him back and forth.
“What do you propose we do, Elijah? Lord Viggo is going to know you’re not a virgin.” Elijah’s shoulders started to shake and he cried harder.
“I know, b-but I d-d-don’t know wh-what to do a-about it.” Elijah suddenly stopped crying and jumped to his feet.
“He’s going to know I’m not a virgin, but he’ll also know that I’m involved with someone else. Lord Viggo’s a very perceptive man; he’s going to know in the way that I’ll flinch whenever he tries to touch me that another person is involved.” Elijah started to pace the room, “What am I going to do? How can I get him to not consummate the marriage?” He glanced at Orlando, still kneeling on the floor. His eyes lit up as the wheels began turning in his head.
“We’re about the same build, aren’t we, Orlando?” he didn’t pause for Orlando to answer, “We’re both slight, you’re a bit taller than me, but not by too much. Your hair may be a problem, though,” he muttered, almost to himself.
Orlando wasn’t following him. Why would it matter if their bodies were alike?
“What are you saying, Elijah?” he asked, standing up to stop the young man from pacing. “What does that matter?”
“It’s going to be dark, isn’t it, inside the bedroom?” Elijah asked. Orlando nodded. “Well, Lord Viggo’s not going to be able to see me very well. He probably won’t see me at all; it’ll all be by touch and feel. He hasn’t felt me before, not in bed, and who’s to say he’s not going to know the difference between, say, me and you?” Orlando’s eyes narrowed, not liking where Elijah was going with this.
“Are you saying you want me to go to bed with Lord Viggo instead of you?”
Elijah nodded slowly, “You are a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Elijah!” Orlando cried, shaking the young man’s shoulders. “I cannot consummate your marriage for you! If Lord Viggo is as perceptive as you say, he will definitely know that it is me and not you!” That was the most preposterous idea Orlando had ever heard.
Yet why did his cheeks flush with sudden desire rather than embarrassment? Why did the prospect of going to bed with Lord Viggo make his breath shorten and his hands sweaty? It wasn’t as if Orlando had lusted after the man in the week that he had been at Gondor Castle with Elijah; fantasized about him taking him as his husband and taking him to bed instead of Elijah.
“Our accents are different, Elijah, our hair, our eyes, our height. Lord Viggo will notice.” He would just keep making excuses and then he wouldn’t have to confront his desire, only to have it taken away from him once the night was over.
“You won’t have to speak to him,” Elijah argued, “and he won’t see your eyes and he has no reason to touch your hair,” he raised his hands and placed them on Orlando’s cheeks, “Please, Orlando, please do this for me, just this one night. I promise, just one night is all I ask of you.”
Orlando’s shoulders slumped as he looked into Elijah’s impossibly large blue eyes. The young man was pouting and that face was impossible to resist.
“Please, Orlando,” his voice quieted, “Don’t make me fuck up this alliance. This alliance is all the Shire has to protect itself. Please,” his voice was but a whisper.
“Fine,” Orlando sighed, dropping his head, “I will sleep with Lord Viggo tonight.”
Elijah squealed and jumped into Orlando’s arms, knocking them over backwards to land on Orlando’s bed.
“Thank you, Orlando!” He planted kisses all over Orlando’s face while simultaneously trying to hug the life out of him. Orlando couldn’t help laughing at Elijah’s relief. He may have put up the tiniest of a fight, but he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his master. Elijah had him wrapped around his little finger, but Orlando wouldn’t have it any other way. He cared for him too much.
Gently, Orlando pried Elijah off of his body and sat them up. “What do I need to do to prepare for Lord Viggo?” he asked. Elijah gave him one more kiss on the cheek and stood up, “You’ll need to change into my nightclothes,” he grabbed Orlando’s hand and pulled him up as well. “You can change in my room and then we’ll both go to Lord Viggo’s bedchamber.”
Elijah opened the door and took him out into the hallway, walking in the direction of his room. “Lord Viggo told me he was going to be waiting in his lounge, so I’ll pop my head in to tell him I’m ready, you’ll hop into bed, and Bob’s your uncle, Fanny’s your aunt, my marriage is consummated.”
Orlando shook his head; sometimes he wondered why he cared for his master so much.
TBC
Author:
gooseygandyBeta:
kkbeanPairing: OB/VM, mention EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Elijah asks Orlando to do him a favor
Disclaimer: Not mine!
A/N: I read Tristan and Isolde in my King Arthur class, which got me daydreaming about Viggo and Orlando, and thus inspired this fic based very very loosely on the bed trick Isolde and her servant played on King Mark
Elijah ran down one of the many halls of Gondor Castle, tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t care about the looks he received as he all but shoved people out of his way. He didn’t care that newly made lords, such as himself, were not supposed to be seen as anything other than calm and collected.
“Watch where you are going, young man!” someone called after him. Elijah paid the older woman no heed as he dashed around a corner. Reaching his destination, he burst into a room, startling the lone occupant inside.
“Orlando!” Elijah gasped, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it, his chest heaving. Orlando, who had been reading in a chair, dropped his book and rushed over to the stricken young man.
Orlando was Elijah’s personal servant and although the two were only four years apart, Orlando had been his personal servant for eleven years, since Elijah was ten years old. He had become more Elijah’s friend and confidant than formal servant over the years.
Now, Elijah was twenty-one and had just been married to Lord Viggo, the lord of Gondor Castle and its surrounding villages. It was an arranged marriage between Elijah’s parents and Lord Viggo to strengthen the alliance between Gondor and the Shire, a small territory out in the country.
“Milord! What ails you? Why are you crying?” Elijah flung himself at his servant and friend, nearly knocking him over.
“Lor-Lord Viggo wa-wants t-to co-co-con-consum-consum–” Elijah blubbered, wrapping his arms in a strangle hold around Orlando’s neck. “He wants to fuck me!” he wailed, dissolving into noisy sobs. Struggling to hold nearly all Elijah’s weight and to breathe, Orlando stumbled over to his cot and sat down, bringing Elijah into his lap.
He ran his fingers through the distraught man’s hair, fighting not to roll his eyes. Elijah could be such a drama queen.
“Of course Lord Viggo wants to consummate your marriage, Elijah. How else did you expect this night to play out?”
Elijah sniffled, rubbing his nose on Orlando’s shirt. “I thought Lord Viggo would see how tired I was after the celebration and feast and let me sleep. But after we left the great hall, he told me…” Elijah paused for effect. Orlando waited patiently for him to go on, rubbing his back gently. “He told me he wanted to see me in his room after I changed into my nightclothes!” He burst into tears again, burying his head in Orlando’s neck.
Orlando couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling this time. Elijah knew what was expected of him tonight. If he and Lord Viggo didn’t join together tonight, their marriage would not be valid. It was true that Elijah had only known Viggo for a week and there was a considerable age difference between the two, but that’s how a lot of marriages were.
Just last month, Elijah’s cousin had an arranged marriage to the dreadful Lord of Mordor, who was known for his harsh and cruel demeanor. At least Lord Viggo was known for his kindness and just manner. Lord Viggo seemed very nice; at least he did when Orlando had seen him speaking to Elijah. He had even pulled Orlando aside on several occasions to speak with him about Elijah’s well being and his views on their upcoming marriage. Lord Viggo seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say and Orlando found himself looking forward to the brief moments he spent with the man.
“Milord, you are very lucky to be married to Lord Viggo. He is considerate, kind, polite, and cares about your feelings a great deal. He should certainly make for a most generous lover.” Elijah jerked his head up and pushed himself away from Orlando.
“How dare you say that!” he yelled, his cheeks turning red, “How dare you take his side! I thought we were friends! I thought I could trust you to protect me from him when you know my heart and body belongs to another!” Orlando’s eyes flared and Elijah clapped a hand over his mouth, his red cheeks draining of color.
“You told me you were ending your affair with Dominic. Once your engagement was announced you told me you were going to stop seeing him.” Orlando’s voice was low and controlled with barely concealed anger. Elijah had been seeing the stable boy, Dominic back in the Shire, who had followed Elijah to Gondor to care for his horse, Merry. Elijah had promised Orlando that he was going to stop sleeping with Dominic. If Lord Viggo found out about their affair or found out that Elijah was no longer a virgin, the wedding would be off and the alliance would be shot to pieces.
Elijah’s eyes filled with tears again and his bottom lip began to tremble. “I couldn’t do it, Orli,” he whispered, falling to his knees, “I tried, I tried so hard to. Every time I planned to tell him we could no longer be together, I couldn’t. I’d look into his eyes and see that I was going to break his heart; I was going to ruin the best thing that I ever had. I’m sorry, Orlando, but I love him.” Elijah dropped his head into his hands and cried.
Orlando blinked back his own tears and knelt beside him. He gathered him into his arms again, rocking him back and forth.
“What do you propose we do, Elijah? Lord Viggo is going to know you’re not a virgin.” Elijah’s shoulders started to shake and he cried harder.
“I know, b-but I d-d-don’t know wh-what to do a-about it.” Elijah suddenly stopped crying and jumped to his feet.
“He’s going to know I’m not a virgin, but he’ll also know that I’m involved with someone else. Lord Viggo’s a very perceptive man; he’s going to know in the way that I’ll flinch whenever he tries to touch me that another person is involved.” Elijah started to pace the room, “What am I going to do? How can I get him to not consummate the marriage?” He glanced at Orlando, still kneeling on the floor. His eyes lit up as the wheels began turning in his head.
“We’re about the same build, aren’t we, Orlando?” he didn’t pause for Orlando to answer, “We’re both slight, you’re a bit taller than me, but not by too much. Your hair may be a problem, though,” he muttered, almost to himself.
Orlando wasn’t following him. Why would it matter if their bodies were alike?
“What are you saying, Elijah?” he asked, standing up to stop the young man from pacing. “What does that matter?”
“It’s going to be dark, isn’t it, inside the bedroom?” Elijah asked. Orlando nodded. “Well, Lord Viggo’s not going to be able to see me very well. He probably won’t see me at all; it’ll all be by touch and feel. He hasn’t felt me before, not in bed, and who’s to say he’s not going to know the difference between, say, me and you?” Orlando’s eyes narrowed, not liking where Elijah was going with this.
“Are you saying you want me to go to bed with Lord Viggo instead of you?”
Elijah nodded slowly, “You are a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Elijah!” Orlando cried, shaking the young man’s shoulders. “I cannot consummate your marriage for you! If Lord Viggo is as perceptive as you say, he will definitely know that it is me and not you!” That was the most preposterous idea Orlando had ever heard.
Yet why did his cheeks flush with sudden desire rather than embarrassment? Why did the prospect of going to bed with Lord Viggo make his breath shorten and his hands sweaty? It wasn’t as if Orlando had lusted after the man in the week that he had been at Gondor Castle with Elijah; fantasized about him taking him as his husband and taking him to bed instead of Elijah.
“Our accents are different, Elijah, our hair, our eyes, our height. Lord Viggo will notice.” He would just keep making excuses and then he wouldn’t have to confront his desire, only to have it taken away from him once the night was over.
“You won’t have to speak to him,” Elijah argued, “and he won’t see your eyes and he has no reason to touch your hair,” he raised his hands and placed them on Orlando’s cheeks, “Please, Orlando, please do this for me, just this one night. I promise, just one night is all I ask of you.”
Orlando’s shoulders slumped as he looked into Elijah’s impossibly large blue eyes. The young man was pouting and that face was impossible to resist.
“Please, Orlando,” his voice quieted, “Don’t make me fuck up this alliance. This alliance is all the Shire has to protect itself. Please,” his voice was but a whisper.
“Fine,” Orlando sighed, dropping his head, “I will sleep with Lord Viggo tonight.”
Elijah squealed and jumped into Orlando’s arms, knocking them over backwards to land on Orlando’s bed.
“Thank you, Orlando!” He planted kisses all over Orlando’s face while simultaneously trying to hug the life out of him. Orlando couldn’t help laughing at Elijah’s relief. He may have put up the tiniest of a fight, but he knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his master. Elijah had him wrapped around his little finger, but Orlando wouldn’t have it any other way. He cared for him too much.
Gently, Orlando pried Elijah off of his body and sat them up. “What do I need to do to prepare for Lord Viggo?” he asked. Elijah gave him one more kiss on the cheek and stood up, “You’ll need to change into my nightclothes,” he grabbed Orlando’s hand and pulled him up as well. “You can change in my room and then we’ll both go to Lord Viggo’s bedchamber.”
Elijah opened the door and took him out into the hallway, walking in the direction of his room. “Lord Viggo told me he was going to be waiting in his lounge, so I’ll pop my head in to tell him I’m ready, you’ll hop into bed, and Bob’s your uncle, Fanny’s your aunt, my marriage is consummated.”
Orlando shook his head; sometimes he wondered why he cared for his master so much.
TBC
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