Fic: The Bed Trick 2/3
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vigorliTitle: The Bed Trick 2/3
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gooseygandy
Beta:kkbean
Pairing: OB/VM, mention EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
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
A/N 2: Previous parts are f-locked. If you wish to see them, leave a comment here and I'll add you.
previous parts
Lord Viggo glanced at the clock sitting on the mantle of his fireplace. It had been nearly an hour since he had given his young husband leave to change into his nightclothes. It wasn’t as if he was a sex hungry fiend, but the hour was getting late and Viggo liked to be in bed by at least midnight so he could wake early the next morning.
As if reading his thoughts, the door to his bedchamber opened and Elijah poked his head through.
“I–I’m ready for you, sir,” the young man told him, his eyes impossibly large and his bottom lip quivering. Viggo smiled warmly at his nervous tone.
“Thank you, Elijah,” he made sure his voice was low and gentle, so as to not frighten his husband, “Why don’t you get into my bed and I will join you in a couple minutes?” Elijah nodded, retreating his head and closing the door with a snap.
Viggo frowned; Elijah had looked so frightened of him. Viggo knew he had given no reason for the young man to feel frightened, always speaking to him with kind words and warm tones, keeping his touches restrained to a hand on his shoulder or a soft ruffling of the hair. Viggo closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of his chair, mentally preparing himself to soothe and calm Elijah as one would with a skittish colt.
* * *
Elijah walked over to Lord Viggo’s large bed and placed a kiss on Orlando’s forehead, who was already situated under the covers. Orlando took his hand from beneath the duvet and grasped Elijah’s in a nervous grip.
“Thank you so much, Orli,” Elijah whispered, not wanting his voice to carry into the next room, “Lord Viggo will take care of you, I made sure to sound extra nervous and frightened when I told him I was ready.” He winked, squeezing Orlando’s hand. Orlando did his best to smile and brought Elijah’s hand up to kiss it.
“I would do anything for you, milord,” he said quietly, succeeding in keeping his voice from wavering and belaying how nervous he actually felt. In truth, Orlando was glad he was lying down. His legs felt shaky and surely would not be able to hold his weight if he were standing.
Elijah gave him one last smile, and exited the room through a door opposite to the one leading to the lounge. Orlando drew in a shaky breath, leaned over the bed, and blew out the candle sitting on the nightstand.
The room plunged into darkness, the only light coming from a gap in the curtains of a large window on the other side of the room. Orlando’s breath quickened and his eyes widened, trying to see in the dark room. He feared that if Viggo didn’t come in soon, his nerves would get the best of him and he would jump ship.
Before Orlando had time to ponder about his situation, the door to the lounge opened and he saw the silhouette of Lord Viggo step into the room. The door was shut quickly and Orlando could barely make out the lord walking over to the bed.
Orlando sat up, thankful that the room was in fact dark enough to hide his identity. He could see Viggo’s form, but not any distinguishing features.
“I know you are nervous, Elijah,” Viggo spoke suddenly, startling Orlando, “But I promise you I’ll try to make this as pleasurable for you as I can.” Orlando felt the bed dip as Viggo kneeled on it.
Orlando nodded his head, not wanting to speak and blow the whole ruse. He could scarcely see Viggo’s form lean toward him and jumped when a hand touched his cheek.
“Sorry,” Viggo whispered, his breath wafting over Orlando’s face. Orlando stiffened, not realizing how close the man was. He jumped again when soft lips touched his own.
At first Orlando didn’t respond, he felt Viggo’s tongue against the seam of his mouth, but kept his lips closed. Then, Viggo’s hand moved from his cheek to wrap around the back of his neck. Orlando gasped and Viggo’s tongue slid into his open mouth.
Orlando’s eyes slipped shut and he let himself melt into the kiss. The first touch of Viggo’s tongue to his ignited such a fire in his body that he shivered violently and arched up against the lord’s body. Viggo’s tongue explored his mouth, sweeping over the backs of his teeth, flicking over the roof of his mouth, tangling with his own.
Orlando had never felt anything like that in his life. He’d never been kissed like that before. Sure, he and Elijah had kissed each other chastely on the mouth, but there were never any tongues involved.
Viggo sucked Orlando’s lower lip into his mouth, nipping it lightly before releasing it. He planted open mouth kisses across Orlando’s jaw and down his neck, letting his tongue sweep over his pulse point. Orlando felt shifting on the bed and then Viggo’s body was pressing down on his own, settling his weight across his hips.
Orlando yelped and squirmed as he felt something hard and warm poking into his thigh. If that was Viggo’s cock, he was in serious trouble. He felt huge! How the hell was he supposed to fit inside his body?
Viggo chuckled above him and placed a kiss on his nose. “It’s just me, you don’t need to worry.” Orlando snorted and disagreed silently. He bloody well did have to worry when Viggo would be sticking that thing into his arse.
Viggo’s weight shifted again as he got up on his knees. Orlando barely saw him strip off his nightshirt and drop it off the side of the bed. His breath caught in his throat. There was just enough light coming through the curtains that Orlando could make out Viggo’s sculpted chest and well-defined stomach. This was no obese, power hungry lord; this was a sweet and generous man who had an amazing body.
Out of his own volition, Orlando’s hands reached up to spread across Viggo’s chest, feeling a light smattering of hair that his eyes couldn’t see. There was a sudden intake of breath when one of his fingers passed over a nipple. Curiously, Orlando repeated the action and got the same result accompanied by a moan. Viggo softly grasped his wrists and pushed them back onto the bed.
“Can I see you?” he asked, huskily, “Can I undress you?” Swallowing nervously, Orlando nodded. When Viggo made no move, he realized he couldn’t see him.
“Yes,” he whispered as quietly as he could. Viggo wouldn’t be able to detect an accent from one simple word, could he? No indication was given as Viggo helped Orlando to sit up. His hands ghosted over his shoulders and down his sides before gathering his nightshirt in his fingers and pulling it over his head.
Orlando fought the urge to cover himself, feeling slightly more at ease in the dark of the room, but praying that Viggo wouldn’t notice that he wasn’t as skinny as Elijah or that his torso was longer. He let out a shaky breath as two hands pushed him to lie back down.
The lord straddled him, letting him feel his naked erection against his stomach. Orlando twitched at the contact and could feel himself blushing with embarrassment. He wasn’t even hard yet and Viggo was already leaking. He was too nervous and afraid at being found out to be aroused by the naked man above him. He hoped Viggo wouldn’t be disappointed if he couldn’t achieve an erection.
“You are so beautiful,” Viggo whispered, bending down to place a kiss in the middle of Orlando’s chest. Orlando rolled his eyes. If he could barely see Viggo, Viggo would see even less of him since he was in the shadows. How could he tell whether he was beautiful or not? Perhaps he was just trying to make him feel more at ease.
Light kisses were planted all over Orlando’s chest, tickling him and causing him to shift and wiggle. Viggo’s mouth moved over his nipple, closed lips brushing over it briefly. Orlando stiffened at the spark that shot straight to his groin. The mouth moved down toward his belly, opening, and suddenly blowing a loud, wet raspberry against his skin.
Orlando shrieked with surprised laughter, bucking up at the tickling sensation. Viggo laughed with him, fingers digging into his sides to produce more laughter. Orlando swatted at his head and thrust his hips up, trying to dislodge the man, but to no avail. The tickling continued and Orlando soon became breathless and lightheaded from laughter.
“Stop!” he gasped, finally, arms flailing and legs kicking in the sheets. Viggo thankfully relented, running soothing hands over Orlando’s quivering stomach. Orlando let out a last giggle and lay still. Viggo pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth.
“That was just to loosen you up. You are way too tense, my dear.” Orlando’s heart melted at the consideration Viggo took of his feelings. But just as soon as his heart warmed, a cold sadness filled him. Viggo was not being aware of his feelings, but of Elijah’s. Viggo would never know how kindly he treated Orlando, or what words of comfort he spoke to him instead of his husband.
“I wish to see more of your lovely body,” Viggo spoke, “I am going to light some candles.” He made to get up, but Orlando stopped him with a frightened, “No!” before he could stop himself. He clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide with fear. Surely Viggo would know that he was not Elijah now. Maybe, just maybe, the volume of his shout would cover up his distinguishing accent.
“Do you not wish to see me as well? Am I that repulsive to you?” Orlando could clearly hear the hurt in Viggo’s voice. “Or is it you that you do not wish for me to see? You are not hiding something, are you, Elijah?” He deliberately put emphasis on the name. Orlando shook his head desperately, hoping that Viggo would see him.
“Are you hiding something from me? Perhaps a mark that shows that you are not the virgin you claim to me?” Viggo’s tone was accusatory now. Orlando closed his eyes and bit his tongue against the words he so wanted to say. Yes! Elijah was not a virgin, and had sent Orlando in his place for Viggo to love and care for. Love me! Care for me!
“Answer me, husband!” Viggo shook Orlando’s shoulders forcefully. Orlando opened his mouth to speak, praying that he sounded similar to Elijah.
“No, my lord, I am not hiding anything,” he paused to take a deep, stuttering breath, “I–I just feel terribly vulnerable under your gaze, lying naked as I am. I–I fear you will n–not like what you see, my lord.”
A moment passed where Viggo didn’t say anything. Orlando held his breath in apprehension, thinking that the silence meant he had blown his cover. He opened his mouth to apologize, and possibly beg for his and Elijah’s lives, but lips descended upon his, effectively cutting off his train of thought.
Orlando gasped as desire once again swept through his body. He could feel himself become semi-erect as Viggo ran his hands over his body and sucked his tongue into his mouth. Fingers ran over his nipples, making him moan and shudder, his body arching against Viggo’s. He started to become lightheaded as the kiss went on and his air supply ran out, although he did not wish for it to end. Viggo, however, must have been feeling the same effects and released Orlando’s mouth, laying his forehead against Orlando’s. They both panted into each other’s open mouths, catching their breath.
“I understand, love, I felt the same way my first time. I wanted to be taken in the dark, scared that I would displease my master should he see my nakedness in the light,” he pressed a light kiss to Orlando’s cheek, “Unfortunately, I was not granted my wish for darkness and indeed my master was not pleased with my body. He spared me no mercy and took me quite forcefully.” Orlando felt Viggo’s shame and lifted his head to kiss his lips reassuringly. Funny how Viggo was in charge, yet Orlando felt that he needed comfort and acceptance as much as he did. He felt Viggo smile against his lips and smiled in return before dropping his head back to the pillow beneath him.
“Alas, I will not take you that way. I shall show you mercy and as much pleasure as I am capable of making you feel.” Again, Orlando marveled at Viggo’s character. He would not have expected a man to be abused such as he had to turn out into someone so loving and caring. It was then that Orlando fell in love with the lord, staring in wonder into his eyes, glittering in the dim light.
Orlando wanted to cry. He should have remained emotionless and as unfeeling as he could be. He could not love Lord Viggo; under no circumstances could he allow himself to love Elijah’s husband. He could not allow his feelings to get in his way of carrying out the deception. He would only end up heartbroken come morning when he and Elijah would switch places and Orlando would no longer have any reason to be intimate with Viggo again.
“Will you allow me to show you the pleasure that comes with making love?” Viggo asked, breaking Orlando from his thoughts. Orlando barely let the word, “yes” slip from his mouth before Viggo’s lips were on his again, no longer gentle and tender, but searing and passionate. Viggo’s tongue briefly made contact with his before he moved his kisses down Orlando’s jaw and to his neck, sucking and biting lightly.
Orlando cried out softly at a particularly hard bite between his neck and collarbone, but Viggo soothed away the hurt with a flat tongue and a twirling lick. Viggo moved on to his chest, pressing moist kisses to his skin. Orlando was given no warning when Viggo suddenly sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing over the peak.
“Oh, God!” Orlando gasped, hips jerking up involuntarily. White hot fire shot straight to his groin, his cock hardening fully. Viggo bathed his nipple in small kitten licks, his fingers pinching and tweaking the other one making Orlando twitch and moan.
Orlando’s hands ran through Viggo’s hair, feeling its softness, but mostly holding his head to his chest. Who knew his nipples were so sensitive? Orlando let his eyes fall shut as Viggo switched to his other nipple, giving it the same attention as his fingers brushed over the one previously in his mouth.
Orlando felt as if he were on fire. Viggo’s licks and nips were slowly driving him mad. His cock lay against his stomach, leaking, and begging for contact. Slowly, Orlando lifted his hips up, not sure what was allowed during such carnal acts, and rubbed himself against Viggo.
The friction against his cock was magnificent, making Orlando throw his head back in pleasure. He could feel Viggo’s erection next to his and the thought sent even more pleasure spiraling through his body. Orlando whimpered and thrashed his head from side to side. He felt like he was going mad, between Viggo’s ministrations on his nipples and the pressure on his cock. Orlando felt a wave begin to build inside of him.
“V–Viggo!” Orlando gasped, his hands moving to Viggo’s shoulders.
“Mm?” the vibration against his nipple nearly sent him over the edge. Orlando scrunched his eyes together, trying desperately to stave off his climax. He didn’t know if coming was all right; he didn’t know if Viggo would like it or not.
“I–I,” Orlando licked his lips, “I th–think I’m going t–to come,” he warned, tugging at Viggo’s head to get him to stop. He felt Viggo’s lips spread into a smile before he gave a particularly nasty pinch to one nipple and a bite to the other.
Orlando wailed as the wave inside of him crested and he went over the edge, hips bucking frantically and spurting come all over Viggo’s groin. Viggo continued to lick and touch his nipples, making his pleasure seem never-ending.
He shook and trembled as he slowly came down from the high, not realizing that Viggo had laid his head on his shoulder and he was toying with his hair. “Oh my God,” Orlando breathed, when he had caught his breath. He definitely had never felt anything like that before. He had never come so hard in his life; and he had certainly never come from just touching his nipples.
Viggo chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, snapping Orlando out of his daze. He immediately sat up, knocking Viggo off him, and pulled the duvet over his body. How could he have been so stupid, coming all over Viggo like that? That, more than anything, probably offended the lord right down to his soul.
“Milord, I am sorry,” Orlando bowed his head, reverting back to his own accent. He had surely ruined everything now. Viggo would be so disgusted by him that he wouldn’t want to sleep with him anymore, and then he would realize that Orlando was not his husband, he was just a lowly servant who couldn’t control himself. A tear slipped down Orlando’s cheek.
“What are you sorry for, angel?” Viggo asked softly, lifting Orlando’s head with two fingers under his chin. Even though Orlando couldn’t see him, he knew Viggo was staring into his eyes. He tried to drop his head again, but Viggo wouldn’t let him.
“I am sorry, milord, for…for soiling you with my shame,” he succeeded in bowing his head again, “I should have waited for your order, milord, I should have been able to control myself.”
“Oh, angel,” Viggo said softly and gathered Orlando into his arms, cradling his head against his chest. Orlando wanted to fight him, he did not deserve comfort, but he didn’t want to offend the man anymore.
“Angel, what you have done is not shameful, nor is it dirty,” Viggo explained kindly, petting his hair, “It is normal for those who are not used to such touches to spend themselves at simple touches,” he pressed a kiss to his curls. Orlando had forgotten all about his role as Elijah and relaxed into Viggo’s arms.
“There is just one thing I am curious about,” Viggo went on, moving Orlando to lie back down. Orlando tensed, immediately coming back into the role he was supposed to be playing. Was he going to ask why his hair was suddenly curly? Or perhaps why he spoke with a different accent? Orlando closed his eyes and waited for the hammer to fall.
“I am curious why you addressed me as ‘milord’ when you apologized. You have never used that formal name for me,” Orlando gulped nervously, “You have always addressed me as ‘Lord Viggo,’ or recently just ‘Viggo.’”
Orlando cleared his throat, “Forgive me my…Viggo, I did not want to offend you, so I used the most formal name to call you as a sign of respect.” He hoped his accent didn’t sound too false.
“You do not need to worry about offending me, angel,” Viggo straddled Orlando’s body again, one knee on either side of his hips, “Especially in this room, there is hardly a thing you can do in here that will offend me.” Orlando rolled his eyes. Viggo was bloody wrong about that one. He’d bet his right arm that Viggo would be offended if he found out he was not Elijah.
“Now let’s see about making you feel good again,” Viggo whispered huskily, tracing a finger down Orlando’s chest, making him shiver, “And you need not worry about control,” his mouth followed his finger, kissing a line down toward his navel,” I plan to make you come as many times as you can tonight.” Orlando groaned, feeling his cock begin to swell again with renewed passion.
TBC
Author:
gooseygandyBeta:
kkbeanPairing: OB/VM, mention EW/DM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU
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
A/N 2: Previous parts are f-locked. If you wish to see them, leave a comment here and I'll add you.
previous parts
Lord Viggo glanced at the clock sitting on the mantle of his fireplace. It had been nearly an hour since he had given his young husband leave to change into his nightclothes. It wasn’t as if he was a sex hungry fiend, but the hour was getting late and Viggo liked to be in bed by at least midnight so he could wake early the next morning.
As if reading his thoughts, the door to his bedchamber opened and Elijah poked his head through.
“I–I’m ready for you, sir,” the young man told him, his eyes impossibly large and his bottom lip quivering. Viggo smiled warmly at his nervous tone.
“Thank you, Elijah,” he made sure his voice was low and gentle, so as to not frighten his husband, “Why don’t you get into my bed and I will join you in a couple minutes?” Elijah nodded, retreating his head and closing the door with a snap.
Viggo frowned; Elijah had looked so frightened of him. Viggo knew he had given no reason for the young man to feel frightened, always speaking to him with kind words and warm tones, keeping his touches restrained to a hand on his shoulder or a soft ruffling of the hair. Viggo closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of his chair, mentally preparing himself to soothe and calm Elijah as one would with a skittish colt.
* * *
Elijah walked over to Lord Viggo’s large bed and placed a kiss on Orlando’s forehead, who was already situated under the covers. Orlando took his hand from beneath the duvet and grasped Elijah’s in a nervous grip.
“Thank you so much, Orli,” Elijah whispered, not wanting his voice to carry into the next room, “Lord Viggo will take care of you, I made sure to sound extra nervous and frightened when I told him I was ready.” He winked, squeezing Orlando’s hand. Orlando did his best to smile and brought Elijah’s hand up to kiss it.
“I would do anything for you, milord,” he said quietly, succeeding in keeping his voice from wavering and belaying how nervous he actually felt. In truth, Orlando was glad he was lying down. His legs felt shaky and surely would not be able to hold his weight if he were standing.
Elijah gave him one last smile, and exited the room through a door opposite to the one leading to the lounge. Orlando drew in a shaky breath, leaned over the bed, and blew out the candle sitting on the nightstand.
The room plunged into darkness, the only light coming from a gap in the curtains of a large window on the other side of the room. Orlando’s breath quickened and his eyes widened, trying to see in the dark room. He feared that if Viggo didn’t come in soon, his nerves would get the best of him and he would jump ship.
Before Orlando had time to ponder about his situation, the door to the lounge opened and he saw the silhouette of Lord Viggo step into the room. The door was shut quickly and Orlando could barely make out the lord walking over to the bed.
Orlando sat up, thankful that the room was in fact dark enough to hide his identity. He could see Viggo’s form, but not any distinguishing features.
“I know you are nervous, Elijah,” Viggo spoke suddenly, startling Orlando, “But I promise you I’ll try to make this as pleasurable for you as I can.” Orlando felt the bed dip as Viggo kneeled on it.
Orlando nodded his head, not wanting to speak and blow the whole ruse. He could scarcely see Viggo’s form lean toward him and jumped when a hand touched his cheek.
“Sorry,” Viggo whispered, his breath wafting over Orlando’s face. Orlando stiffened, not realizing how close the man was. He jumped again when soft lips touched his own.
At first Orlando didn’t respond, he felt Viggo’s tongue against the seam of his mouth, but kept his lips closed. Then, Viggo’s hand moved from his cheek to wrap around the back of his neck. Orlando gasped and Viggo’s tongue slid into his open mouth.
Orlando’s eyes slipped shut and he let himself melt into the kiss. The first touch of Viggo’s tongue to his ignited such a fire in his body that he shivered violently and arched up against the lord’s body. Viggo’s tongue explored his mouth, sweeping over the backs of his teeth, flicking over the roof of his mouth, tangling with his own.
Orlando had never felt anything like that in his life. He’d never been kissed like that before. Sure, he and Elijah had kissed each other chastely on the mouth, but there were never any tongues involved.
Viggo sucked Orlando’s lower lip into his mouth, nipping it lightly before releasing it. He planted open mouth kisses across Orlando’s jaw and down his neck, letting his tongue sweep over his pulse point. Orlando felt shifting on the bed and then Viggo’s body was pressing down on his own, settling his weight across his hips.
Orlando yelped and squirmed as he felt something hard and warm poking into his thigh. If that was Viggo’s cock, he was in serious trouble. He felt huge! How the hell was he supposed to fit inside his body?
Viggo chuckled above him and placed a kiss on his nose. “It’s just me, you don’t need to worry.” Orlando snorted and disagreed silently. He bloody well did have to worry when Viggo would be sticking that thing into his arse.
Viggo’s weight shifted again as he got up on his knees. Orlando barely saw him strip off his nightshirt and drop it off the side of the bed. His breath caught in his throat. There was just enough light coming through the curtains that Orlando could make out Viggo’s sculpted chest and well-defined stomach. This was no obese, power hungry lord; this was a sweet and generous man who had an amazing body.
Out of his own volition, Orlando’s hands reached up to spread across Viggo’s chest, feeling a light smattering of hair that his eyes couldn’t see. There was a sudden intake of breath when one of his fingers passed over a nipple. Curiously, Orlando repeated the action and got the same result accompanied by a moan. Viggo softly grasped his wrists and pushed them back onto the bed.
“Can I see you?” he asked, huskily, “Can I undress you?” Swallowing nervously, Orlando nodded. When Viggo made no move, he realized he couldn’t see him.
“Yes,” he whispered as quietly as he could. Viggo wouldn’t be able to detect an accent from one simple word, could he? No indication was given as Viggo helped Orlando to sit up. His hands ghosted over his shoulders and down his sides before gathering his nightshirt in his fingers and pulling it over his head.
Orlando fought the urge to cover himself, feeling slightly more at ease in the dark of the room, but praying that Viggo wouldn’t notice that he wasn’t as skinny as Elijah or that his torso was longer. He let out a shaky breath as two hands pushed him to lie back down.
The lord straddled him, letting him feel his naked erection against his stomach. Orlando twitched at the contact and could feel himself blushing with embarrassment. He wasn’t even hard yet and Viggo was already leaking. He was too nervous and afraid at being found out to be aroused by the naked man above him. He hoped Viggo wouldn’t be disappointed if he couldn’t achieve an erection.
“You are so beautiful,” Viggo whispered, bending down to place a kiss in the middle of Orlando’s chest. Orlando rolled his eyes. If he could barely see Viggo, Viggo would see even less of him since he was in the shadows. How could he tell whether he was beautiful or not? Perhaps he was just trying to make him feel more at ease.
Light kisses were planted all over Orlando’s chest, tickling him and causing him to shift and wiggle. Viggo’s mouth moved over his nipple, closed lips brushing over it briefly. Orlando stiffened at the spark that shot straight to his groin. The mouth moved down toward his belly, opening, and suddenly blowing a loud, wet raspberry against his skin.
Orlando shrieked with surprised laughter, bucking up at the tickling sensation. Viggo laughed with him, fingers digging into his sides to produce more laughter. Orlando swatted at his head and thrust his hips up, trying to dislodge the man, but to no avail. The tickling continued and Orlando soon became breathless and lightheaded from laughter.
“Stop!” he gasped, finally, arms flailing and legs kicking in the sheets. Viggo thankfully relented, running soothing hands over Orlando’s quivering stomach. Orlando let out a last giggle and lay still. Viggo pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth.
“That was just to loosen you up. You are way too tense, my dear.” Orlando’s heart melted at the consideration Viggo took of his feelings. But just as soon as his heart warmed, a cold sadness filled him. Viggo was not being aware of his feelings, but of Elijah’s. Viggo would never know how kindly he treated Orlando, or what words of comfort he spoke to him instead of his husband.
“I wish to see more of your lovely body,” Viggo spoke, “I am going to light some candles.” He made to get up, but Orlando stopped him with a frightened, “No!” before he could stop himself. He clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide with fear. Surely Viggo would know that he was not Elijah now. Maybe, just maybe, the volume of his shout would cover up his distinguishing accent.
“Do you not wish to see me as well? Am I that repulsive to you?” Orlando could clearly hear the hurt in Viggo’s voice. “Or is it you that you do not wish for me to see? You are not hiding something, are you, Elijah?” He deliberately put emphasis on the name. Orlando shook his head desperately, hoping that Viggo would see him.
“Are you hiding something from me? Perhaps a mark that shows that you are not the virgin you claim to me?” Viggo’s tone was accusatory now. Orlando closed his eyes and bit his tongue against the words he so wanted to say. Yes! Elijah was not a virgin, and had sent Orlando in his place for Viggo to love and care for. Love me! Care for me!
“Answer me, husband!” Viggo shook Orlando’s shoulders forcefully. Orlando opened his mouth to speak, praying that he sounded similar to Elijah.
“No, my lord, I am not hiding anything,” he paused to take a deep, stuttering breath, “I–I just feel terribly vulnerable under your gaze, lying naked as I am. I–I fear you will n–not like what you see, my lord.”
A moment passed where Viggo didn’t say anything. Orlando held his breath in apprehension, thinking that the silence meant he had blown his cover. He opened his mouth to apologize, and possibly beg for his and Elijah’s lives, but lips descended upon his, effectively cutting off his train of thought.
Orlando gasped as desire once again swept through his body. He could feel himself become semi-erect as Viggo ran his hands over his body and sucked his tongue into his mouth. Fingers ran over his nipples, making him moan and shudder, his body arching against Viggo’s. He started to become lightheaded as the kiss went on and his air supply ran out, although he did not wish for it to end. Viggo, however, must have been feeling the same effects and released Orlando’s mouth, laying his forehead against Orlando’s. They both panted into each other’s open mouths, catching their breath.
“I understand, love, I felt the same way my first time. I wanted to be taken in the dark, scared that I would displease my master should he see my nakedness in the light,” he pressed a light kiss to Orlando’s cheek, “Unfortunately, I was not granted my wish for darkness and indeed my master was not pleased with my body. He spared me no mercy and took me quite forcefully.” Orlando felt Viggo’s shame and lifted his head to kiss his lips reassuringly. Funny how Viggo was in charge, yet Orlando felt that he needed comfort and acceptance as much as he did. He felt Viggo smile against his lips and smiled in return before dropping his head back to the pillow beneath him.
“Alas, I will not take you that way. I shall show you mercy and as much pleasure as I am capable of making you feel.” Again, Orlando marveled at Viggo’s character. He would not have expected a man to be abused such as he had to turn out into someone so loving and caring. It was then that Orlando fell in love with the lord, staring in wonder into his eyes, glittering in the dim light.
Orlando wanted to cry. He should have remained emotionless and as unfeeling as he could be. He could not love Lord Viggo; under no circumstances could he allow himself to love Elijah’s husband. He could not allow his feelings to get in his way of carrying out the deception. He would only end up heartbroken come morning when he and Elijah would switch places and Orlando would no longer have any reason to be intimate with Viggo again.
“Will you allow me to show you the pleasure that comes with making love?” Viggo asked, breaking Orlando from his thoughts. Orlando barely let the word, “yes” slip from his mouth before Viggo’s lips were on his again, no longer gentle and tender, but searing and passionate. Viggo’s tongue briefly made contact with his before he moved his kisses down Orlando’s jaw and to his neck, sucking and biting lightly.
Orlando cried out softly at a particularly hard bite between his neck and collarbone, but Viggo soothed away the hurt with a flat tongue and a twirling lick. Viggo moved on to his chest, pressing moist kisses to his skin. Orlando was given no warning when Viggo suddenly sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue playing over the peak.
“Oh, God!” Orlando gasped, hips jerking up involuntarily. White hot fire shot straight to his groin, his cock hardening fully. Viggo bathed his nipple in small kitten licks, his fingers pinching and tweaking the other one making Orlando twitch and moan.
Orlando’s hands ran through Viggo’s hair, feeling its softness, but mostly holding his head to his chest. Who knew his nipples were so sensitive? Orlando let his eyes fall shut as Viggo switched to his other nipple, giving it the same attention as his fingers brushed over the one previously in his mouth.
Orlando felt as if he were on fire. Viggo’s licks and nips were slowly driving him mad. His cock lay against his stomach, leaking, and begging for contact. Slowly, Orlando lifted his hips up, not sure what was allowed during such carnal acts, and rubbed himself against Viggo.
The friction against his cock was magnificent, making Orlando throw his head back in pleasure. He could feel Viggo’s erection next to his and the thought sent even more pleasure spiraling through his body. Orlando whimpered and thrashed his head from side to side. He felt like he was going mad, between Viggo’s ministrations on his nipples and the pressure on his cock. Orlando felt a wave begin to build inside of him.
“V–Viggo!” Orlando gasped, his hands moving to Viggo’s shoulders.
“Mm?” the vibration against his nipple nearly sent him over the edge. Orlando scrunched his eyes together, trying desperately to stave off his climax. He didn’t know if coming was all right; he didn’t know if Viggo would like it or not.
“I–I,” Orlando licked his lips, “I th–think I’m going t–to come,” he warned, tugging at Viggo’s head to get him to stop. He felt Viggo’s lips spread into a smile before he gave a particularly nasty pinch to one nipple and a bite to the other.
Orlando wailed as the wave inside of him crested and he went over the edge, hips bucking frantically and spurting come all over Viggo’s groin. Viggo continued to lick and touch his nipples, making his pleasure seem never-ending.
He shook and trembled as he slowly came down from the high, not realizing that Viggo had laid his head on his shoulder and he was toying with his hair. “Oh my God,” Orlando breathed, when he had caught his breath. He definitely had never felt anything like that before. He had never come so hard in his life; and he had certainly never come from just touching his nipples.
Viggo chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, snapping Orlando out of his daze. He immediately sat up, knocking Viggo off him, and pulled the duvet over his body. How could he have been so stupid, coming all over Viggo like that? That, more than anything, probably offended the lord right down to his soul.
“Milord, I am sorry,” Orlando bowed his head, reverting back to his own accent. He had surely ruined everything now. Viggo would be so disgusted by him that he wouldn’t want to sleep with him anymore, and then he would realize that Orlando was not his husband, he was just a lowly servant who couldn’t control himself. A tear slipped down Orlando’s cheek.
“What are you sorry for, angel?” Viggo asked softly, lifting Orlando’s head with two fingers under his chin. Even though Orlando couldn’t see him, he knew Viggo was staring into his eyes. He tried to drop his head again, but Viggo wouldn’t let him.
“I am sorry, milord, for…for soiling you with my shame,” he succeeded in bowing his head again, “I should have waited for your order, milord, I should have been able to control myself.”
“Oh, angel,” Viggo said softly and gathered Orlando into his arms, cradling his head against his chest. Orlando wanted to fight him, he did not deserve comfort, but he didn’t want to offend the man anymore.
“Angel, what you have done is not shameful, nor is it dirty,” Viggo explained kindly, petting his hair, “It is normal for those who are not used to such touches to spend themselves at simple touches,” he pressed a kiss to his curls. Orlando had forgotten all about his role as Elijah and relaxed into Viggo’s arms.
“There is just one thing I am curious about,” Viggo went on, moving Orlando to lie back down. Orlando tensed, immediately coming back into the role he was supposed to be playing. Was he going to ask why his hair was suddenly curly? Or perhaps why he spoke with a different accent? Orlando closed his eyes and waited for the hammer to fall.
“I am curious why you addressed me as ‘milord’ when you apologized. You have never used that formal name for me,” Orlando gulped nervously, “You have always addressed me as ‘Lord Viggo,’ or recently just ‘Viggo.’”
Orlando cleared his throat, “Forgive me my…Viggo, I did not want to offend you, so I used the most formal name to call you as a sign of respect.” He hoped his accent didn’t sound too false.
“You do not need to worry about offending me, angel,” Viggo straddled Orlando’s body again, one knee on either side of his hips, “Especially in this room, there is hardly a thing you can do in here that will offend me.” Orlando rolled his eyes. Viggo was bloody wrong about that one. He’d bet his right arm that Viggo would be offended if he found out he was not Elijah.
“Now let’s see about making you feel good again,” Viggo whispered huskily, tracing a finger down Orlando’s chest, making him shiver, “And you need not worry about control,” his mouth followed his finger, kissing a line down toward his navel,” I plan to make you come as many times as you can tonight.” Orlando groaned, feeling his cock begin to swell again with renewed passion.
TBC
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Date: 2006-11-10 10:14 pm (UTC)xx
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Date: 2006-11-11 04:13 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the next part!
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Date: 2006-11-11 06:04 pm (UTC)*bounces around* *excited what will happen in the next part*
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