Fic: The Bed Trick 3/3
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vigorliTitle: The Bed Trick 3/3
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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
“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.
Viggo let his tongue dip in and out of Orlando’s navel, mimicking what was soon to come. He moved down to nuzzle the dark curls surrounding Orlando’s semi-erect cock, grasping them in his teeth and pulling gently, making Orlando gasp. His mouth traveled down further and he gave the head of his cock a curious lick.
“No!” Orlando shrieked, sitting up. He tried pushing Viggo away from his cock, but to no avail. One of Viggo’s hands came to push Orlando back down while the other rubbed soothing circles on his stomach.
“It’s all right, angel,” Viggo whispered before engulfing his cock into his mouth. Orlando keened loudly, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of him. He had heard rumors of this act done between lovers, but he never actually believed that someone would want to put their mouth there. It was so dirty and uncivilized! Apparently Viggo had other thoughts about this act as he bobbed his head up and down his cock.
Orlando soon became dizzy with pleasure. His cock was trapped in a warm and moist heat that felt all too good. Even though Viggo said that nothing he could do would offend him, Orlando was afraid that he was going to come faster than he did the first time. And coming in Viggo’s mouth, Orlando felt, was too filthy to even consider as an option. He decided, however, that when he was ready to come, he would just tell Viggo and he would lift his head so as not to get anything in his mouth. Coming to this conclusion, Orlando lifted his head to watch Viggo’s moving head, determined to enjoy himself.
“Oh, oh, Viggo!” Orlando cried, thrusting his hips up and pushing himself further into the man’s mouth. He moaned in protest when one of Viggo’s hands came to lie across his stomach, holding his hips down. He shrieked a moment later, when his other hand came to play with his bollocks while his tongue licked a stripe up the sensitive underside of his cock.
Orlando felt the now familiar wave start to build up inside him and he released one hand from its death grip on the sheets to tug lightly at Viggo’s hair. Viggo did not relent; if anything, he stepped up his actions, swallowing Orlando’s cock to the root and sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing.
Orlando let out another wail, the wave growing bigger and moving faster. He felt his bollocks draw up against his body and pulled more firmly on Viggo’s hair. Fingers slipped lower to press against his perineum, making Orlando jerk with pleasure.
“Viiiiiiggo!” Orlando gasped, just like he had before. The man didn’t stop sucking him, but raised his eyes to look questionably at him.
“I–I’m going to come again!” Viggo let Orlando’s cock go with a wet pop and smiled wickedly at him.
“I want you to come, angel,” he twirled his tongue around the head of his cock, making Orlando squeeze his eyes shut and pant. “I want you to come in my mouth.” With that, Viggo dove back down onto his cock, sucking him as hard as he could and sliding a finger down to tease at his opening.
Orlando knew he was lost when those words came out of Viggo’s mouth. Unable to keep his head raised any longer, he let it drop back on the pillow. He shouted as Viggo removed the arm from around his stomach and drove his hips up, fucking Viggo’s mouth with his cock.
The pleasure was becoming too much, Orlando’s hands tightened simultaneously on Viggo’s hair in the sheet as the tip of Viggo’s finger breached his entrance, triggering his release. Orlando pumped his hips up, completely out of his control, spending himself into Viggo’s mouth. His orgasm seemed much more powerful than the first one, the pleasure lasting longer, sending Orlando flying high to ride it out. His hips continued to thrust lazily into Viggo’s mouth, even though he had nothing left to spend and his cock was softening.
Finally, his hips fell back to the bed and his one hand released Viggo’s hair while the other let go of the sheet. He was still gasping for breath when Viggo gave his cock one last parting lick and slithered up his body to kiss him.
Orlando moaned and wrapped his legs around Viggo’s as he tasted himself in Viggo’s mouth. He thought the taste would be revolting or disgusting, but he found it strangely erotic and arousing, making his cock twitch dryly against Viggo’s stomach.
The man above him chuckled and ended the kiss. “Seems like you just can’t get enough,” he laughed. Orlando blushed and shifted uncomfortably. He did not know how his body could react so soon after coming. Maybe it was his inexperience and Viggo was making fun of him for it. Orlando buried his head in the other man’s neck, not wanting to be laughed at.
“Hey, now,” Viggo stroked the back of his head, “I thought we agreed on not feeling shameful.” Orlando mumbled unintelligibly into the warmth of Viggo’s neck, once again embarrassed at how he reacted to everything. Viggo gently pulled his head from his neck, “What was that, love?”
Orlando dared not look at Viggo’s face; instead he stared at the duvet gathered between their bodies, his fingers fiddling with a corner. “You tell me to not feel shame, but then you laugh at me as well,” he answered softly, “I do not know what I am supposed to feel when you confuse me so.”
“Dear boy,” just like before, Viggo raised his head so they could look at each other in the dark, “I am not laughing at you, angel, I am simply marveling at how sensitive you are. I have never before had a lover who is as responsive as you are. You amaze me, my dear.”
Orlando silently groaned and mentally smacked himself over the head. How many more times was he going to fuck this up? How many more times was he going to confuse Viggo’s reactions to his actions? Surely, Elijah would not have been this naïve in the marriage bed, even if he had been a virgin. Viggo must have figured this out by now, yet he still didn’t question who Orlando claimed to be. Either Viggo wasn’t as perceptive as Elijah claimed him to be, or he was just waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Orlando was drawn out of his thoughts by Viggo once again pushing him to lie down. He briefly wondered how many times this was going to occur as well. “We are going to try something a little different now, angel,” Viggo spoke to him as he leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed a vial of oil. “I want you to bring your knees up so your feet are flat on the bed and spread your legs as far as they can go.”
A blush immediately spread across Orlando’s cheeks. He hesitated; even though Viggo gave him nothing to be afraid of, he still feared opening himself up into such a vulnerable position.
“Don’t be shy, love,” Viggo tutted, placing the vial on the bed and helping Orlando to raise his knees. Orlando made a small sound in the back of his throat as Viggo spread his legs apart, opening himself up for the world to see.
“Much better,” Viggo sighed. Orlando didn’t think so at all. If he hadn’t felt naked before under the lord’s gaze, he sure did now. Nothing was hidden on his body. His cock lay flaccid between his balls, his stomach rose and fell in trembling breaths, his opening was just visibly between his slightly parted cheeks. He felt an insane urge to snap his legs shut and cover himself, but Viggo’s hands on his knees, rubbing soothingly, stopped him.
“What’s the matter, angel?” Viggo asked, “Why are you crying?” Orlando was surprised at the question. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt wetness smearing when Viggo wiped a finger down his cheek. He shook his head, not sure, but opened his mouth to let out a sob, tears flowing freely from his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? When did he turn into an emotional git?
When Viggo’s acceptance of him mattered so much. When Orlando could not possibly stand the thought of rejection by this man. When he needed for the lord to love him and his body for who he was, not who he was pretending to be.
Orlando was hysterical now, sobbing loudly. His nose was running and he was beginning to hiccough and he knew he must look disgusting to Viggo, but he couldn’t seem to stop. He turned his head to cry into the pillow, wishing desperately that Viggo could just disappear. He wished Viggo didn’t have to see the repulsive mess he made, wailing and crying like a girl.
Viggo did not disappear, however. Instead, he placed kiss after kiss on Orlando’s sodden cheeks, whispering reassurances and endearments into his ear. Orlando shook his head when Viggo told him he was beautiful and lovely. He wanted to cry out, “You are thinking of someone else! Elijah is beautiful, Orlando is not!” but he did not.
Very slowly, Orlando began to calm down, the flow of his tears dwindling and hiccoughing only every other breath. Viggo continued to whisper to him, now making “shushing” noises and nuzzling his ear. A warm hand rubbed circles over his chest as he fought to control his breathing. “That’s better,” Viggo murmured, “You’re almost there.” He pressed a kiss just below his ear and Orlando took a deep, shuddering breath, finally calm.
Viggo sat up, slowly, still rubbing his chest and keeping his other hand on Orlando’s cheek. “Want to tell me what that was all about, love?” he asked cautiously. Orlando turned his head back to the front and shook his head, not wanting to answer the question. “I need you to tell me, love, otherwise, how are we supposed to have a successful relationship if we can’t be honest with each other?” Viggo cajoled. Orlando squeezed his eyes shut at fresh tears that threatened to fall at the word “relationship.” There was no relationship between him and Viggo and there was going to be no relationship between them.
Orlando knew he needed to answer the question as if they were in a relationship, answer it like Elijah would. He took another deep breath in an attempt not to cry again. “When you asked me to…to spread my legs, I felt so vulnerable under you gaze,” he paused, he was in danger of being overwhelmed by his feelings again, “I was overcome by a sudden fear that you would not like what you saw, that you would reject me and my body.”
“Angel, I could never, never reject you or your body,” Viggo said seriously, looking at Orlando with glittering eyes, “Even in this dark room, I can see how beautiful you are, I can feel how beautiful you are.” Orlando sniffed in disagreement. “I would not lie to you,” Viggo went on, “Never before have I felt skin as soft as yours,” he knelt over Orlando to caress his shoulders, “Never before have I touched a body with so little hair,” he ran his hands over Orlando’s chest, “Never before have I been with a body so fit and sculpted,” the hands ran over his stomach now, slowly moving lower, “And never before have I felt so aroused by just touching instead of seeing.” One hand went to grasp Orlando’s flaccid length, slowly pumping it and the other hand took Orlando’s and wrapped it around his own hard length.
“Feel how hard I am,” Viggo growled huskily, making Orlando shiver, “Feel the desire you awaken in me.” He slid his hand up and down his cock. Orlando mimicked his movements, trying to remember that this was just like wanking, but at a different angle. Once he got a rhythm going, Orlando marveled at the velvety feel of Viggo’s length. He was so soft there, but still so hard Orlando could hardly fathom it.
He licked his lips as Viggo sped up his stroking, bringing him once again to full hardness. The lord grabbed the vial of oil, forgotten on the bed covers, and used his teeth to uncork it. “I am going to prepare you to take me now,” he said gruffly and moved out of Orlando’s grasp. Orlando whined in disappointment as Viggo’s cock withdrew from his hand. “Another time, my dear,” Viggo promised, giving a small laugh. He kissed Orlando on the forehead before kneeling down between his still spread legs.
“I’m going to open you up so you will be ready to take me,” Viggo explained, “It will burn at first, but the oil will ease the way.” Orlando swallowed nervously and gripped the duvet with anxious hands. Viggo took his hand off his cock for a moment to pour oil onto his other hand before returning it, making his eyes flutter. Orlando jumped as a wet finger wormed its way between his cheeks and probed at his entrance.
“Relax,” Viggo leaned forward to lick the head of his cock. Orlando jumped again at the unexpected action, but immediately sank back into the bed groaning. Viggo’s warm, wet mouth distracted him and before he knew it, his cock was halfway engulfed in Viggo’s mouth and there was a finger up his arse.
Orlando let out a pained sound and tried to squirm away from the unwanted intrusion. Viggo’s finger felt huge! He was really starting to worry how Viggo was going to fit inside him without tearing him apart. The finger moved uncomfortably and Orlando was on the verge of telling Viggo to stop when he sucked Orlando completely into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” Orlando cried, arching his back. With his free hand, Viggo pressed his hips back down, further impaling him on his finger. Orlando wiggled at the sensation, but he was becoming used to it. The finger still felt strange, but it was no longer painful. Then, Viggo crooked his finger.
The pleasure blindsided Orlando. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he let out a howl that he was sure could be heard in the heavens. His body convulsed and shook like an electric shock had run through it.
“What was that?” Orlando gasped when he could able to speak again. His mind was still cloudy from the jolt of unexpected pleasure. Viggo laughed softly and tapped the spot inside him again. Another howl ripped itself free of Orlando’s throat as his body went into another pleasurable spasm. “That,” Viggo replied, “was your prostate.” His finger curled and hit the spot again, making Orlando twist in the sheets and pant harshly.
“You have got to stop or I will surely come again.” Orlando was surprised he could be that comprehensive after the strange explosion of pleasure inside him. “Yes sir,” Viggo chortled, “Does this mean you’re ready for a second finger?” Orlando bit his lip, unsure. While one finger didn’t feel so bad now, he was still a bit apprehensive about adding a second. But then Viggo resumed sucking his cock, his tongue doing wicked things to the head and he forgot all about fingers.
“Yes!” he whimpered, threading one hand into Viggo’s hair. He needed something to anchor himself if Viggo was going to be hitting his prostate again. More oil was poured onto his entrance and then a second finger slowly pushed into him. Orlando bit his lip, expecting more pain, but other than just an unnatural feeling of being stretched, it didn’t hurt. He relaxed a little as Viggo scissored and twisted his fingers, being mindful to stay away from his prostate.
Pretty soon, Viggo added a third finger and Orlando’s hand tightened in his hair at the strain. Three fingers were just bordering on painful, but it wasn’t that uncomfortable that Orlando felt the need to stop the man’s actions. He lifted his hips a little to ease the pressure and inadvertently pushed his cock deeper into Viggo’s mouth. He let out a little sigh of pleasure. He pumped his hips slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock moving wetly in an out of the lord’s mouth. He barely noticed the fingers moving inside him and jerked when they pushed against his prostate.
Orlando shook and gasped, pleasure building up so fast inside him that he squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth, willing himself not to come. When the pleasure subsided, he lifted his head to glare at Viggo. “Not funny,” he growled through gritted teeth. Viggo took his mouth out of his cock and withdrew his fingers from his arse, laughing again. “You enjoyed it though, didn’t you?” he asked, slithering up his body. He ground his hips down, making their cocks rub against each other in delicious contact.
Orlando closed his eyes and moaned, lifting his own hips to increase the friction. Much to his dismay, Viggo lifted his body away and pushed Orlando’s legs up so his knees were in line with his shoulders.
“I want you to get me ready for you,” Viggo said, taking one of Orlando’s hands and pouring the remaining oil into it, “Rub it on my cock.” Orlando shivered and his hands shook as the mood suddenly became serious. He wrapped his oil-slick hand around Viggo, stroking up and down his length. Viggo moaned and leaned down to take his lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue thrust immediately into Orlando’s mouth as he continued to stroke him.
Very soon, Viggo removed his hand and positioned his cock against Orlando’s entrance. He ended the kiss with a final nip to his bottom lip and whispered hotly in his ear, “Tell me if it gets to be too much and I’ll stop.” Orlando nodded and steeled himself for the pain he knew was unavoidable, no matter how much he had been prepared.
With a deep breath from both of them, Viggo began to push slowly, but steadily into Orlando’s body. Orlando’s eyes watered at the burn of Viggo’s head breaching his entrance, but let out no sound. Viggo forged ahead, pushing himself halfway in before stopping. “Are you all right, angel?” he asked, petting Orlando’s hair. Orlando gasped, not able to speak, his face scrunched tight with tension. “Just relax,” Viggo reminded him, reaching down to take his now soft cock in his hand. Orlando blew out a shuddering breath and nodded for Viggo to go on.
As Viggo pushed the last few inches into his body, Orlando tried to concentrate on the hand on his cock. He was slowly becoming hard again, but the pain of Viggo in his arse proved to be quite distracting. Finally, Viggo touched bottom and held himself completely still, panting at the effort. “That’s it, angel, you’ve got all of me.”
Orlando had his eyes squeezed shut. He had never felt so full before. The pain was beginning to ease off, the pressure gradually decreasing. He shifted his hips for a better position, causing Viggo to move inside of him. His eyes fluttered open in surprise as the movement made his hole contract against Viggo, drawing him further in.
Viggo let out a harsh sound and took his hand off Orlando’s cock to still his hips. “Don’t move unless you are ready for me to move as well,” he warned him through clenched teeth. That put Orlando in a dilemma. Half of him wanted Viggo to stay still, because that was safe, there was no more pain, just the constant feeling of being full. The other half desperately wanted Viggo to move. He was insanely curious what it would feel like, however apprehensive if he would feel pleasure or pain.
Orlando decided to just grab the bull by the horns and pray that he had a good ride. “You can move,” he said softly. He felt a puff of air hit his face as Viggo let out a breath he was apparently holding. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” Viggo instructed, “And put your hands on my shoulders.” Orlando did as he was told, letting out a small yelp as Viggo slid into him deeper when he raised his legs.
“Ready?” Viggo asked.
“Yes.”
Painstakingly slow, Viggo withdrew half of his length before pushing it back in in the same slow manner.
“Viggo!” Orlando cried as his cock inadvertently nudged his prostate. Pleasure swept through his body, rolling in continuous waves around him. Viggo withdrew a little further and pushed in a little harder, moaning softly. Little animalistic grunts spewed from Orlando’s mouth as Viggo repeated his actions over and over.
“Tell me what you feel,” Viggo commanded breathlessly, leaning down to lick a stripe up Orlando’s neck.
“I feel – oh God – you make me feel – uh – like nothing I’ve ever – ah, ah! – felt before. I feel as though I’m on fire, your cock – ooh – is burning a fire within me,” words tumbled from Orlando’s mouth in between moans and whimpers. His thighs shook as Viggo continued to pump into him. The contact on his prostate was maddening; Viggo would hit it twice, once on his way in and again on his way out. Orlando felt himself teetering dangerously on the edge of orgasm, but felt that there was something missing. His cock desperately needed to be touched.
He shook his head back in forth and thrust his hips up awkwardly, trying to rub his rock hard cock against Viggo’s belly for some much needed friction. “Please,” Orlando begged when Viggo gently pushed his hips back down yet again. “What do you want?” Viggo growled into his ear, nipping at his lobe. Orlando’s entire body trembled with need. “Please,” he gasped, “Please touch me!”
He nearly screamed when Viggo worked a hand between their sweating bodies and wrapped it around Orlando’s drooling cock. It only took a few tugs for Orlando to come massively. His orgasm built up in a sudden rush and shattered around him, making his body convulse in throes of ecstasy.
“Vi–Viggo!” Orlando sobbed, the pleasure overcoming him. His back came off the bed and froze, arched, as his cock exploded, coming all over Viggo’s hand and their stomachs. Orlando continued to cry out, the force of his orgasm still wracking his body. Viggo helped to draw it out by striking his prostate over and over until he had to beg for mercy.
“St–stop!” he wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks, “It’s…it’s too much!” he fell limply back to the bed and shook. Viggo slowed down his thrusts, but didn’t stop, keeping Orlando in a daze. He brought his hand up to Orlando’s mouth, rubbing his fingers against his lips.
“Clean me,” he said gruffly. Without question, Orlando sucked two of Viggo’s fingers into his mouth, tasting himself for the first time. He was strangely salty, mixed with another flavor he couldn’t identify, but all in all, he didn’t taste too bad. And it was strangely arousing for him to be sucking his come off Viggo’s fingers.
Orlando moaned, feeling his cock twitch and start to harden again as he licked the rest of Viggo’s hand free. “That’s my boy,” Viggo growled, beginning to thrust with renewed vigor, “You are insatiable.” Orlando’s moans increased in volume as Viggo’s thrusts increased in speed and force until he was all but slamming into him.
He bit his lip, trying to hold back the sounds issuing from his mouth. He didn’t know it was possible that he could get so aroused, that his cock would harden so quickly after coming. Pain became a thing of the past, as he could only feel pleasure built on top of more pleasure. It was addicting and he wanted more of it.
Grabbing Viggo’s face, Orlando held it still and smashed his lips against the lord’s in a hungry, desperate kiss. Tongues dueled and teeth clashed, chests rubbed against each other and hands tangled in hair, but Orlando still wanted more. He could scarcely breathe from the force of Viggo’s thrusts, but he refused to stop kissing Viggo. He bit at his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and then running a soothing tongue over the hurt.
Viggo was the one to break the kiss, tearing himself away with great effort. Orlando whined in disappointment and tried to kiss him again, only to be stopped by Viggo moving out of the way. “Kiss me, Viggo!” He tried to capture Viggo’s lips again, only to fail once more.
“I want you to touch yourself,” Viggo purred, “Touch yourself, and then I’ll kiss you.”
Orlando’s head swam at Viggo’s words, but he obeyed mindlessly. He took up his burning arousal and stroked himself slowly in counterpoint to Viggo’s fast movements. His own touch nearly sent him spiraling over the edge, but he just barely managed to control himself. A particularly hard thrust made Orlando yelp and grip himself harder.
“Are you going to come again?” Viggo asked, his eyes glittering with excitement in the dim light. Orlando couldn’t answer, the pleasure building up to unbearable levels again. He stroked himself faster, twisting his wrist at the top, his hips matching Viggo’s movements.
“Answer me,” Viggo commanded, adding his hand to Orlando’s, “Are you going to come?”
“Yes!” Orlando wailed, “Yes!” Viggo swooped down and covered his mouth with his own, tongue plunging immediately into his mouth. Orlando’s wail was muffled by Viggo’s lips as he came for a second time, his free hand flailing for purchase, legs kicking, eyes rolling. His climax never seemed to end as Viggo mercilessly rocked himself into his body.
Tears streamed down Orlando’s face, the sensations rolling through his body too much to bear. He released Viggo’s lips only to draw a quick sobbing breath before latching onto them again, needing something to anchor himself from the maddening pleasure. He didn’t know how much he could take before he went insane. He didn’t even know if one could be driven insane from pleasure.
“Please,” he begged against Viggo’s lips, “Please come, it’s too much!” Viggo lifted his head much to Orlando’s chagrin, who wept at the loss. He didn’t try to hide his tears now, he couldn’t, he was too far gone. He was just barely aware of Viggo’s never-ending thrusts. Every touch he felt, every sensation was all blurring together in one massive blanket of ecstasy that covered his entire body.
But then, Viggo hoisted his legs over his shoulders and pounded into him with all his strength. Orlando crashed back to reality with a deafening cry. His body was shaking with over-arousal, his cock, unbelievably, was hard again, and Viggo was fisting him as he slammed into his body, loud groans accompanying his own.
“Come for me!” Viggo all but shouted, sweat dripping off his face to fall onto Orlando’s nose. Orlando shook his head. He hadn’t even noticed the wetness between them and the sweat-soaked sheets beneath him. He had been lost in a haze of pleasure.
He could see everything clearly now, Viggo’s face, wet with sweat or tears, he wasn’t sure, his length moving rapidly in and out of his body, his hand blurring on his cock. “Come for me!” Viggo cried again, shaking him out of his reverie. Again, Orlando shook his head. He didn’t think it was possible for him to come a third time.
“Come with me!” Viggo barked, pounding into him, if possible, harder and faster. A high-pitched keening built up in Orlando’s throat as Viggo’s hips jerked erratically, his rhythm faltering. He twisted his hand around the head of Orlando’s cock, desperate to bring him off as well.
“Orlando!” Viggo roared out his climax, pumping his seed into Orlando, and that, interestingly enough, sent Orlando over the edge one last time. He screamed to the heavens as his orgasm tore through him, his hole contracting against Viggo’s still spurting cock, his own twitching dryly in defeat. Orlando felt the world around him grow dim, the pleasure too much for him to handle. His voice gave out, and with a final shudder, Orlando passed out into the encompassing darkness.
* * *
The first thing Orlando became aware of when he came back to himself was a wet cloth running over his stomach. He kept his eyes closed, floating on a cloud of contentment. Soon, the cloth was taken away, and a hand came to caress his face, stroking his features with barely there strokes. The next thing he became aware of was a voice, calling to him.
“Orlando…Orlando…” Orlando’s cloud disappeared from beneath him and he came crashing down to earth. Viggo was calling him by his name, his name, not Elijah’s. Orlando’s eyes snapped open and he was startled to see Viggo’s face above his, bathed in a soft yellow light.
“Oh, God,” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. Orlando scrambled to sit up and noticed two candles lit on the bedside table. Viggo moved out of his way as he pulled the duvet over his naked body and brought his knees up to his chest, wincing at the soreness he felt in his lower regions. He didn’t dare look at the lord, not wanting to see his angry, murderous face at having found out he had a different bed companion than he had expected. He briefly wondered why he hadn’t been beheaded yet.
“Orlan–” Viggo started to say, but Orlando cut him off, springing off the bed and falling to his knees on the floor, hands behind his back, head down, eyes on the floor, the perfect picture of submission and respect.
“Forgive me, my Lord Viggo,” Orlando said hoarsely, his throat sore from screaming, “I meant not to deceive you in the way that you think. I only meant to protect my lord and master, Elijah. He came to me in tears after the wedding, begging me to take his place in the marriage bed. I could not disobey him, my lord,” he talked quickly, not giving a chance for Viggo to speak, “I ask for no mercy other than to spare Lord Elijah’s life and let me take his punishment with my own.” Orlando kept his head down in a show of servitude, not wanting to offend Viggo by gazing at him.
“Stand,” Viggo said softly, not moving from the bed. Keeping his eyes lowered and his hands behind his back, Orlando stood, as commanded. He fought the urge to cover his nakedness. “Come sit on the bed,” Viggo then requested. Orlando sat down, grimacing as he did so, legs underneath him, head still bowed to the lord, maintaining his position of submission.
“Raise your head and look at me.” Orlando almost disobeyed him. Surely the lord would not want to be dirtied by being under the gaze of a lowly, deceitful servant. However, Orland did as he was told and looked upon the man. He was surprised when he saw his face wasn’t contorted in anger. His features were instead soft and relaxed and he was looking at Orlando as if he cared for him. Mentally, Orlando shook his head. The very idea that Lord Viggo cared for him was preposterous.
“Orlando,” Viggo shuffled closer, reaching a hand out to him. Orlando flinched, expecting to be struck. “Orlando,” Viggo said again, running his hand through Orlando’s curls, “I am not going to punish you or Elijah for what happened tonight. I knew who you were when I came into this room tonight.”
Orlando stared at Viggo, dumbstruck. If he had known who he was, why had he still slept with him? Why hadn’t he bid him leave and demanded Elijah’s presence?
“I know you are confused,” Viggo ran the back of his hand down Orlando’s cheek, making him shiver, despite himself, “Lay back with me and I will explain.” Viggo arranged himself underneath the covers, leaning back against the headboard, holding the covers open for a spot next to him. Hesitantly, Orlando crawled over to him and let Viggo position him so he was underneath the duvet as well and his head was resting on his chest, fingers, once again, running through his hair.
“Just two days after you and your master came to Gondor Castle, I stumbled upon Elijah and his horsekeeper in an…uncompromising position,” Viggo sounded sad instead of angry, which confused Orlando even more.
“Lord Viggo–” Orlando started to raise his head, but was held back down gently.
“Please wait until I am finished to apologize on anyone’s behalf, plead for a life to be spared, or say anything that you think needs to be said.” Orlando was a bit surprised at Viggo’s brusque attitude, but wisely didn’t say another word and let the man amble on, “When I caught my fiancé and his young lover, I was not angry with them, but I was a bit sad. I watched the two only long enough to see that their caresses and heated kisses were fuelled by love, not lust.”
“I was sad because I knew then that I would never make Elijah happy in my castle. I did not expect the young man to love me and care for me, but I had hoped that I would be able to make him happy. If I confronted Elijah and confessed that I knew about his affair, he would despise me, and then our marriage would be filled with distrust and contempt.”
“So I kept my mouth shut and prayed that Elijah would trust me enough to tell me about his affair. I wanted him to tell me so I would not have to force him to lay with me this night. I knew sleeping with me would break his heart, and he would become bitter and cold toward the world, no longer the pure, spiritful soul that he is now. I must admit, I have been in a sort of depression for the past week, but I did have one idea that would not make Elijah detest me should I confront him about his relationship with the horsekeeper.”
“I would suggest to him that we keep an open, albeit covert relationship. He could continue to be with his lover, as long as they were discreet about their meetings and such, and I would be able to seek out a lover as well. That is why I did not dismiss you when I realized it was you who was in my bed instead of Elijah.”
Orlando raised himself up on his arms to look at Viggo. The only reason that he wasn’t kicked out of bed was because Viggo wanted to sleep with him? Orlando couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt. He thought Viggo would be a man to value his mind more than his body. Apparently he was wrong.
“You slept with me just because you think you do not have to be loyal to Elijah?” Tears welled up in his eyes, but he blinked them back, not wanting Viggo to see how affected he was by his words.
Viggo sat up as well and placed both hands on Orlando’s face, “Not at all! I slept with you because I was afraid you would turn away from me if I told you the truth at first. If I kept you believing that I thought you were Elijah, I felt I had a better chance to win your heart.”
“My–my heart? I am not sure I understand, my lord.” Orlando took Viggo’s hands off his face and placed them back on the bed. Viggo couldn’t care for a servant like him. It was unheard of. Elijah he could understand because he was still young and relatively inexperienced in love and life, but Viggo had experienced a great deal more. He had loved, lived, ruled…there was no way he would even look twice at a servant like Orlando.
“I love you, Orlando,” Viggo said in all honesty, staring into Orlando’s eyes, “When your lord introduced us the first day you arrived, I wished that I could have been taking you as my husband instead of Elijah. Elijah is a lovely young man, but you are lovelier. I have never seen one so dedicated and genuinely happy to serve his master. You make life beautiful, Orlando, with your smile, your words, your touches.”
“So everything you said before, calling me ‘angel’ and ‘beautiful,’ were you talking to me or Elijah?” Orlando let his head drop to stare at the covers, his hands fiddling with a corner.
“I was talking to you,” Viggo insisted, raising Orlando’s head with two hands just under his jaw, “I was always talking to you. The moment I sat on this bed, I knew you were not Elijah. I could smell you.” Orlando smiled a little. “And of course the first time I touched you,” Viggo’s hand moved up to his cheek, “that just confirmed who you were. No one has skin as soft as yours. I wish I could give you the world, Orlando. I would give it to you in a heartbeat, but I only have myself to love and cherish you.”
Orlando grinned and placed a chaste kiss on Viggo’s lips. “I don’t need the world,” he told Viggo, kissing him again, “I just need you. I love you as well.” Viggo’s smile could have brightened the darkest cave on the darkest side of the earth.
“I have waited so long to hear you say that.”
Orlando laughed, “One week is really that long to you?”
“One day without your love is too long.”
Orlando pushed Viggo to lie down on the bed and curled up next to him, his head back on his chest. “I couldn’t agree more,” he said with a small yawn. He pulled the covers over both their bodies.
“What say we give Elijah a bit of a scare tomorrow morning when he comes looking for me and sees us sleeping together?” Orlando asked, looking up to grin mischievously at his lover. Viggo chuckled and wrapped his arms around him. “I think that is an excellent idea, lover.” Orlando’s grin faded away as his eyelids became droopy and heavy with sleep. He tangled his legs with Viggo’s and yawned again. It had been a very eventful night, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. Orlando closed his eyes. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispered. Viggo mumbled a “goodnight” as well and the lord and the servant drifted off to sleep, no longer separated by titles or false identities, but tied together by love.
Fin.
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
“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.
Viggo let his tongue dip in and out of Orlando’s navel, mimicking what was soon to come. He moved down to nuzzle the dark curls surrounding Orlando’s semi-erect cock, grasping them in his teeth and pulling gently, making Orlando gasp. His mouth traveled down further and he gave the head of his cock a curious lick.
“No!” Orlando shrieked, sitting up. He tried pushing Viggo away from his cock, but to no avail. One of Viggo’s hands came to push Orlando back down while the other rubbed soothing circles on his stomach.
“It’s all right, angel,” Viggo whispered before engulfing his cock into his mouth. Orlando keened loudly, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of him. He had heard rumors of this act done between lovers, but he never actually believed that someone would want to put their mouth there. It was so dirty and uncivilized! Apparently Viggo had other thoughts about this act as he bobbed his head up and down his cock.
Orlando soon became dizzy with pleasure. His cock was trapped in a warm and moist heat that felt all too good. Even though Viggo said that nothing he could do would offend him, Orlando was afraid that he was going to come faster than he did the first time. And coming in Viggo’s mouth, Orlando felt, was too filthy to even consider as an option. He decided, however, that when he was ready to come, he would just tell Viggo and he would lift his head so as not to get anything in his mouth. Coming to this conclusion, Orlando lifted his head to watch Viggo’s moving head, determined to enjoy himself.
“Oh, oh, Viggo!” Orlando cried, thrusting his hips up and pushing himself further into the man’s mouth. He moaned in protest when one of Viggo’s hands came to lie across his stomach, holding his hips down. He shrieked a moment later, when his other hand came to play with his bollocks while his tongue licked a stripe up the sensitive underside of his cock.
Orlando felt the now familiar wave start to build up inside him and he released one hand from its death grip on the sheets to tug lightly at Viggo’s hair. Viggo did not relent; if anything, he stepped up his actions, swallowing Orlando’s cock to the root and sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing.
Orlando let out another wail, the wave growing bigger and moving faster. He felt his bollocks draw up against his body and pulled more firmly on Viggo’s hair. Fingers slipped lower to press against his perineum, making Orlando jerk with pleasure.
“Viiiiiiggo!” Orlando gasped, just like he had before. The man didn’t stop sucking him, but raised his eyes to look questionably at him.
“I–I’m going to come again!” Viggo let Orlando’s cock go with a wet pop and smiled wickedly at him.
“I want you to come, angel,” he twirled his tongue around the head of his cock, making Orlando squeeze his eyes shut and pant. “I want you to come in my mouth.” With that, Viggo dove back down onto his cock, sucking him as hard as he could and sliding a finger down to tease at his opening.
Orlando knew he was lost when those words came out of Viggo’s mouth. Unable to keep his head raised any longer, he let it drop back on the pillow. He shouted as Viggo removed the arm from around his stomach and drove his hips up, fucking Viggo’s mouth with his cock.
The pleasure was becoming too much, Orlando’s hands tightened simultaneously on Viggo’s hair in the sheet as the tip of Viggo’s finger breached his entrance, triggering his release. Orlando pumped his hips up, completely out of his control, spending himself into Viggo’s mouth. His orgasm seemed much more powerful than the first one, the pleasure lasting longer, sending Orlando flying high to ride it out. His hips continued to thrust lazily into Viggo’s mouth, even though he had nothing left to spend and his cock was softening.
Finally, his hips fell back to the bed and his one hand released Viggo’s hair while the other let go of the sheet. He was still gasping for breath when Viggo gave his cock one last parting lick and slithered up his body to kiss him.
Orlando moaned and wrapped his legs around Viggo’s as he tasted himself in Viggo’s mouth. He thought the taste would be revolting or disgusting, but he found it strangely erotic and arousing, making his cock twitch dryly against Viggo’s stomach.
The man above him chuckled and ended the kiss. “Seems like you just can’t get enough,” he laughed. Orlando blushed and shifted uncomfortably. He did not know how his body could react so soon after coming. Maybe it was his inexperience and Viggo was making fun of him for it. Orlando buried his head in the other man’s neck, not wanting to be laughed at.
“Hey, now,” Viggo stroked the back of his head, “I thought we agreed on not feeling shameful.” Orlando mumbled unintelligibly into the warmth of Viggo’s neck, once again embarrassed at how he reacted to everything. Viggo gently pulled his head from his neck, “What was that, love?”
Orlando dared not look at Viggo’s face; instead he stared at the duvet gathered between their bodies, his fingers fiddling with a corner. “You tell me to not feel shame, but then you laugh at me as well,” he answered softly, “I do not know what I am supposed to feel when you confuse me so.”
“Dear boy,” just like before, Viggo raised his head so they could look at each other in the dark, “I am not laughing at you, angel, I am simply marveling at how sensitive you are. I have never before had a lover who is as responsive as you are. You amaze me, my dear.”
Orlando silently groaned and mentally smacked himself over the head. How many more times was he going to fuck this up? How many more times was he going to confuse Viggo’s reactions to his actions? Surely, Elijah would not have been this naïve in the marriage bed, even if he had been a virgin. Viggo must have figured this out by now, yet he still didn’t question who Orlando claimed to be. Either Viggo wasn’t as perceptive as Elijah claimed him to be, or he was just waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Orlando was drawn out of his thoughts by Viggo once again pushing him to lie down. He briefly wondered how many times this was going to occur as well. “We are going to try something a little different now, angel,” Viggo spoke to him as he leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed a vial of oil. “I want you to bring your knees up so your feet are flat on the bed and spread your legs as far as they can go.”
A blush immediately spread across Orlando’s cheeks. He hesitated; even though Viggo gave him nothing to be afraid of, he still feared opening himself up into such a vulnerable position.
“Don’t be shy, love,” Viggo tutted, placing the vial on the bed and helping Orlando to raise his knees. Orlando made a small sound in the back of his throat as Viggo spread his legs apart, opening himself up for the world to see.
“Much better,” Viggo sighed. Orlando didn’t think so at all. If he hadn’t felt naked before under the lord’s gaze, he sure did now. Nothing was hidden on his body. His cock lay flaccid between his balls, his stomach rose and fell in trembling breaths, his opening was just visibly between his slightly parted cheeks. He felt an insane urge to snap his legs shut and cover himself, but Viggo’s hands on his knees, rubbing soothingly, stopped him.
“What’s the matter, angel?” Viggo asked, “Why are you crying?” Orlando was surprised at the question. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt wetness smearing when Viggo wiped a finger down his cheek. He shook his head, not sure, but opened his mouth to let out a sob, tears flowing freely from his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? When did he turn into an emotional git?
When Viggo’s acceptance of him mattered so much. When Orlando could not possibly stand the thought of rejection by this man. When he needed for the lord to love him and his body for who he was, not who he was pretending to be.
Orlando was hysterical now, sobbing loudly. His nose was running and he was beginning to hiccough and he knew he must look disgusting to Viggo, but he couldn’t seem to stop. He turned his head to cry into the pillow, wishing desperately that Viggo could just disappear. He wished Viggo didn’t have to see the repulsive mess he made, wailing and crying like a girl.
Viggo did not disappear, however. Instead, he placed kiss after kiss on Orlando’s sodden cheeks, whispering reassurances and endearments into his ear. Orlando shook his head when Viggo told him he was beautiful and lovely. He wanted to cry out, “You are thinking of someone else! Elijah is beautiful, Orlando is not!” but he did not.
Very slowly, Orlando began to calm down, the flow of his tears dwindling and hiccoughing only every other breath. Viggo continued to whisper to him, now making “shushing” noises and nuzzling his ear. A warm hand rubbed circles over his chest as he fought to control his breathing. “That’s better,” Viggo murmured, “You’re almost there.” He pressed a kiss just below his ear and Orlando took a deep, shuddering breath, finally calm.
Viggo sat up, slowly, still rubbing his chest and keeping his other hand on Orlando’s cheek. “Want to tell me what that was all about, love?” he asked cautiously. Orlando turned his head back to the front and shook his head, not wanting to answer the question. “I need you to tell me, love, otherwise, how are we supposed to have a successful relationship if we can’t be honest with each other?” Viggo cajoled. Orlando squeezed his eyes shut at fresh tears that threatened to fall at the word “relationship.” There was no relationship between him and Viggo and there was going to be no relationship between them.
Orlando knew he needed to answer the question as if they were in a relationship, answer it like Elijah would. He took another deep breath in an attempt not to cry again. “When you asked me to…to spread my legs, I felt so vulnerable under you gaze,” he paused, he was in danger of being overwhelmed by his feelings again, “I was overcome by a sudden fear that you would not like what you saw, that you would reject me and my body.”
“Angel, I could never, never reject you or your body,” Viggo said seriously, looking at Orlando with glittering eyes, “Even in this dark room, I can see how beautiful you are, I can feel how beautiful you are.” Orlando sniffed in disagreement. “I would not lie to you,” Viggo went on, “Never before have I felt skin as soft as yours,” he knelt over Orlando to caress his shoulders, “Never before have I touched a body with so little hair,” he ran his hands over Orlando’s chest, “Never before have I been with a body so fit and sculpted,” the hands ran over his stomach now, slowly moving lower, “And never before have I felt so aroused by just touching instead of seeing.” One hand went to grasp Orlando’s flaccid length, slowly pumping it and the other hand took Orlando’s and wrapped it around his own hard length.
“Feel how hard I am,” Viggo growled huskily, making Orlando shiver, “Feel the desire you awaken in me.” He slid his hand up and down his cock. Orlando mimicked his movements, trying to remember that this was just like wanking, but at a different angle. Once he got a rhythm going, Orlando marveled at the velvety feel of Viggo’s length. He was so soft there, but still so hard Orlando could hardly fathom it.
He licked his lips as Viggo sped up his stroking, bringing him once again to full hardness. The lord grabbed the vial of oil, forgotten on the bed covers, and used his teeth to uncork it. “I am going to prepare you to take me now,” he said gruffly and moved out of Orlando’s grasp. Orlando whined in disappointment as Viggo’s cock withdrew from his hand. “Another time, my dear,” Viggo promised, giving a small laugh. He kissed Orlando on the forehead before kneeling down between his still spread legs.
“I’m going to open you up so you will be ready to take me,” Viggo explained, “It will burn at first, but the oil will ease the way.” Orlando swallowed nervously and gripped the duvet with anxious hands. Viggo took his hand off his cock for a moment to pour oil onto his other hand before returning it, making his eyes flutter. Orlando jumped as a wet finger wormed its way between his cheeks and probed at his entrance.
“Relax,” Viggo leaned forward to lick the head of his cock. Orlando jumped again at the unexpected action, but immediately sank back into the bed groaning. Viggo’s warm, wet mouth distracted him and before he knew it, his cock was halfway engulfed in Viggo’s mouth and there was a finger up his arse.
Orlando let out a pained sound and tried to squirm away from the unwanted intrusion. Viggo’s finger felt huge! He was really starting to worry how Viggo was going to fit inside him without tearing him apart. The finger moved uncomfortably and Orlando was on the verge of telling Viggo to stop when he sucked Orlando completely into his mouth.
“Oh, God!” Orlando cried, arching his back. With his free hand, Viggo pressed his hips back down, further impaling him on his finger. Orlando wiggled at the sensation, but he was becoming used to it. The finger still felt strange, but it was no longer painful. Then, Viggo crooked his finger.
The pleasure blindsided Orlando. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he let out a howl that he was sure could be heard in the heavens. His body convulsed and shook like an electric shock had run through it.
“What was that?” Orlando gasped when he could able to speak again. His mind was still cloudy from the jolt of unexpected pleasure. Viggo laughed softly and tapped the spot inside him again. Another howl ripped itself free of Orlando’s throat as his body went into another pleasurable spasm. “That,” Viggo replied, “was your prostate.” His finger curled and hit the spot again, making Orlando twist in the sheets and pant harshly.
“You have got to stop or I will surely come again.” Orlando was surprised he could be that comprehensive after the strange explosion of pleasure inside him. “Yes sir,” Viggo chortled, “Does this mean you’re ready for a second finger?” Orlando bit his lip, unsure. While one finger didn’t feel so bad now, he was still a bit apprehensive about adding a second. But then Viggo resumed sucking his cock, his tongue doing wicked things to the head and he forgot all about fingers.
“Yes!” he whimpered, threading one hand into Viggo’s hair. He needed something to anchor himself if Viggo was going to be hitting his prostate again. More oil was poured onto his entrance and then a second finger slowly pushed into him. Orlando bit his lip, expecting more pain, but other than just an unnatural feeling of being stretched, it didn’t hurt. He relaxed a little as Viggo scissored and twisted his fingers, being mindful to stay away from his prostate.
Pretty soon, Viggo added a third finger and Orlando’s hand tightened in his hair at the strain. Three fingers were just bordering on painful, but it wasn’t that uncomfortable that Orlando felt the need to stop the man’s actions. He lifted his hips a little to ease the pressure and inadvertently pushed his cock deeper into Viggo’s mouth. He let out a little sigh of pleasure. He pumped his hips slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock moving wetly in an out of the lord’s mouth. He barely noticed the fingers moving inside him and jerked when they pushed against his prostate.
Orlando shook and gasped, pleasure building up so fast inside him that he squeezed his eyes shut and ground his teeth, willing himself not to come. When the pleasure subsided, he lifted his head to glare at Viggo. “Not funny,” he growled through gritted teeth. Viggo took his mouth out of his cock and withdrew his fingers from his arse, laughing again. “You enjoyed it though, didn’t you?” he asked, slithering up his body. He ground his hips down, making their cocks rub against each other in delicious contact.
Orlando closed his eyes and moaned, lifting his own hips to increase the friction. Much to his dismay, Viggo lifted his body away and pushed Orlando’s legs up so his knees were in line with his shoulders.
“I want you to get me ready for you,” Viggo said, taking one of Orlando’s hands and pouring the remaining oil into it, “Rub it on my cock.” Orlando shivered and his hands shook as the mood suddenly became serious. He wrapped his oil-slick hand around Viggo, stroking up and down his length. Viggo moaned and leaned down to take his lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue thrust immediately into Orlando’s mouth as he continued to stroke him.
Very soon, Viggo removed his hand and positioned his cock against Orlando’s entrance. He ended the kiss with a final nip to his bottom lip and whispered hotly in his ear, “Tell me if it gets to be too much and I’ll stop.” Orlando nodded and steeled himself for the pain he knew was unavoidable, no matter how much he had been prepared.
With a deep breath from both of them, Viggo began to push slowly, but steadily into Orlando’s body. Orlando’s eyes watered at the burn of Viggo’s head breaching his entrance, but let out no sound. Viggo forged ahead, pushing himself halfway in before stopping. “Are you all right, angel?” he asked, petting Orlando’s hair. Orlando gasped, not able to speak, his face scrunched tight with tension. “Just relax,” Viggo reminded him, reaching down to take his now soft cock in his hand. Orlando blew out a shuddering breath and nodded for Viggo to go on.
As Viggo pushed the last few inches into his body, Orlando tried to concentrate on the hand on his cock. He was slowly becoming hard again, but the pain of Viggo in his arse proved to be quite distracting. Finally, Viggo touched bottom and held himself completely still, panting at the effort. “That’s it, angel, you’ve got all of me.”
Orlando had his eyes squeezed shut. He had never felt so full before. The pain was beginning to ease off, the pressure gradually decreasing. He shifted his hips for a better position, causing Viggo to move inside of him. His eyes fluttered open in surprise as the movement made his hole contract against Viggo, drawing him further in.
Viggo let out a harsh sound and took his hand off Orlando’s cock to still his hips. “Don’t move unless you are ready for me to move as well,” he warned him through clenched teeth. That put Orlando in a dilemma. Half of him wanted Viggo to stay still, because that was safe, there was no more pain, just the constant feeling of being full. The other half desperately wanted Viggo to move. He was insanely curious what it would feel like, however apprehensive if he would feel pleasure or pain.
Orlando decided to just grab the bull by the horns and pray that he had a good ride. “You can move,” he said softly. He felt a puff of air hit his face as Viggo let out a breath he was apparently holding. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” Viggo instructed, “And put your hands on my shoulders.” Orlando did as he was told, letting out a small yelp as Viggo slid into him deeper when he raised his legs.
“Ready?” Viggo asked.
“Yes.”
Painstakingly slow, Viggo withdrew half of his length before pushing it back in in the same slow manner.
“Viggo!” Orlando cried as his cock inadvertently nudged his prostate. Pleasure swept through his body, rolling in continuous waves around him. Viggo withdrew a little further and pushed in a little harder, moaning softly. Little animalistic grunts spewed from Orlando’s mouth as Viggo repeated his actions over and over.
“Tell me what you feel,” Viggo commanded breathlessly, leaning down to lick a stripe up Orlando’s neck.
“I feel – oh God – you make me feel – uh – like nothing I’ve ever – ah, ah! – felt before. I feel as though I’m on fire, your cock – ooh – is burning a fire within me,” words tumbled from Orlando’s mouth in between moans and whimpers. His thighs shook as Viggo continued to pump into him. The contact on his prostate was maddening; Viggo would hit it twice, once on his way in and again on his way out. Orlando felt himself teetering dangerously on the edge of orgasm, but felt that there was something missing. His cock desperately needed to be touched.
He shook his head back in forth and thrust his hips up awkwardly, trying to rub his rock hard cock against Viggo’s belly for some much needed friction. “Please,” Orlando begged when Viggo gently pushed his hips back down yet again. “What do you want?” Viggo growled into his ear, nipping at his lobe. Orlando’s entire body trembled with need. “Please,” he gasped, “Please touch me!”
He nearly screamed when Viggo worked a hand between their sweating bodies and wrapped it around Orlando’s drooling cock. It only took a few tugs for Orlando to come massively. His orgasm built up in a sudden rush and shattered around him, making his body convulse in throes of ecstasy.
“Vi–Viggo!” Orlando sobbed, the pleasure overcoming him. His back came off the bed and froze, arched, as his cock exploded, coming all over Viggo’s hand and their stomachs. Orlando continued to cry out, the force of his orgasm still wracking his body. Viggo helped to draw it out by striking his prostate over and over until he had to beg for mercy.
“St–stop!” he wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks, “It’s…it’s too much!” he fell limply back to the bed and shook. Viggo slowed down his thrusts, but didn’t stop, keeping Orlando in a daze. He brought his hand up to Orlando’s mouth, rubbing his fingers against his lips.
“Clean me,” he said gruffly. Without question, Orlando sucked two of Viggo’s fingers into his mouth, tasting himself for the first time. He was strangely salty, mixed with another flavor he couldn’t identify, but all in all, he didn’t taste too bad. And it was strangely arousing for him to be sucking his come off Viggo’s fingers.
Orlando moaned, feeling his cock twitch and start to harden again as he licked the rest of Viggo’s hand free. “That’s my boy,” Viggo growled, beginning to thrust with renewed vigor, “You are insatiable.” Orlando’s moans increased in volume as Viggo’s thrusts increased in speed and force until he was all but slamming into him.
He bit his lip, trying to hold back the sounds issuing from his mouth. He didn’t know it was possible that he could get so aroused, that his cock would harden so quickly after coming. Pain became a thing of the past, as he could only feel pleasure built on top of more pleasure. It was addicting and he wanted more of it.
Grabbing Viggo’s face, Orlando held it still and smashed his lips against the lord’s in a hungry, desperate kiss. Tongues dueled and teeth clashed, chests rubbed against each other and hands tangled in hair, but Orlando still wanted more. He could scarcely breathe from the force of Viggo’s thrusts, but he refused to stop kissing Viggo. He bit at his bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and then running a soothing tongue over the hurt.
Viggo was the one to break the kiss, tearing himself away with great effort. Orlando whined in disappointment and tried to kiss him again, only to be stopped by Viggo moving out of the way. “Kiss me, Viggo!” He tried to capture Viggo’s lips again, only to fail once more.
“I want you to touch yourself,” Viggo purred, “Touch yourself, and then I’ll kiss you.”
Orlando’s head swam at Viggo’s words, but he obeyed mindlessly. He took up his burning arousal and stroked himself slowly in counterpoint to Viggo’s fast movements. His own touch nearly sent him spiraling over the edge, but he just barely managed to control himself. A particularly hard thrust made Orlando yelp and grip himself harder.
“Are you going to come again?” Viggo asked, his eyes glittering with excitement in the dim light. Orlando couldn’t answer, the pleasure building up to unbearable levels again. He stroked himself faster, twisting his wrist at the top, his hips matching Viggo’s movements.
“Answer me,” Viggo commanded, adding his hand to Orlando’s, “Are you going to come?”
“Yes!” Orlando wailed, “Yes!” Viggo swooped down and covered his mouth with his own, tongue plunging immediately into his mouth. Orlando’s wail was muffled by Viggo’s lips as he came for a second time, his free hand flailing for purchase, legs kicking, eyes rolling. His climax never seemed to end as Viggo mercilessly rocked himself into his body.
Tears streamed down Orlando’s face, the sensations rolling through his body too much to bear. He released Viggo’s lips only to draw a quick sobbing breath before latching onto them again, needing something to anchor himself from the maddening pleasure. He didn’t know how much he could take before he went insane. He didn’t even know if one could be driven insane from pleasure.
“Please,” he begged against Viggo’s lips, “Please come, it’s too much!” Viggo lifted his head much to Orlando’s chagrin, who wept at the loss. He didn’t try to hide his tears now, he couldn’t, he was too far gone. He was just barely aware of Viggo’s never-ending thrusts. Every touch he felt, every sensation was all blurring together in one massive blanket of ecstasy that covered his entire body.
But then, Viggo hoisted his legs over his shoulders and pounded into him with all his strength. Orlando crashed back to reality with a deafening cry. His body was shaking with over-arousal, his cock, unbelievably, was hard again, and Viggo was fisting him as he slammed into his body, loud groans accompanying his own.
“Come for me!” Viggo all but shouted, sweat dripping off his face to fall onto Orlando’s nose. Orlando shook his head. He hadn’t even noticed the wetness between them and the sweat-soaked sheets beneath him. He had been lost in a haze of pleasure.
He could see everything clearly now, Viggo’s face, wet with sweat or tears, he wasn’t sure, his length moving rapidly in and out of his body, his hand blurring on his cock. “Come for me!” Viggo cried again, shaking him out of his reverie. Again, Orlando shook his head. He didn’t think it was possible for him to come a third time.
“Come with me!” Viggo barked, pounding into him, if possible, harder and faster. A high-pitched keening built up in Orlando’s throat as Viggo’s hips jerked erratically, his rhythm faltering. He twisted his hand around the head of Orlando’s cock, desperate to bring him off as well.
“Orlando!” Viggo roared out his climax, pumping his seed into Orlando, and that, interestingly enough, sent Orlando over the edge one last time. He screamed to the heavens as his orgasm tore through him, his hole contracting against Viggo’s still spurting cock, his own twitching dryly in defeat. Orlando felt the world around him grow dim, the pleasure too much for him to handle. His voice gave out, and with a final shudder, Orlando passed out into the encompassing darkness.
* * *
The first thing Orlando became aware of when he came back to himself was a wet cloth running over his stomach. He kept his eyes closed, floating on a cloud of contentment. Soon, the cloth was taken away, and a hand came to caress his face, stroking his features with barely there strokes. The next thing he became aware of was a voice, calling to him.
“Orlando…Orlando…” Orlando’s cloud disappeared from beneath him and he came crashing down to earth. Viggo was calling him by his name, his name, not Elijah’s. Orlando’s eyes snapped open and he was startled to see Viggo’s face above his, bathed in a soft yellow light.
“Oh, God,” The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. Orlando scrambled to sit up and noticed two candles lit on the bedside table. Viggo moved out of his way as he pulled the duvet over his naked body and brought his knees up to his chest, wincing at the soreness he felt in his lower regions. He didn’t dare look at the lord, not wanting to see his angry, murderous face at having found out he had a different bed companion than he had expected. He briefly wondered why he hadn’t been beheaded yet.
“Orlan–” Viggo started to say, but Orlando cut him off, springing off the bed and falling to his knees on the floor, hands behind his back, head down, eyes on the floor, the perfect picture of submission and respect.
“Forgive me, my Lord Viggo,” Orlando said hoarsely, his throat sore from screaming, “I meant not to deceive you in the way that you think. I only meant to protect my lord and master, Elijah. He came to me in tears after the wedding, begging me to take his place in the marriage bed. I could not disobey him, my lord,” he talked quickly, not giving a chance for Viggo to speak, “I ask for no mercy other than to spare Lord Elijah’s life and let me take his punishment with my own.” Orlando kept his head down in a show of servitude, not wanting to offend Viggo by gazing at him.
“Stand,” Viggo said softly, not moving from the bed. Keeping his eyes lowered and his hands behind his back, Orlando stood, as commanded. He fought the urge to cover his nakedness. “Come sit on the bed,” Viggo then requested. Orlando sat down, grimacing as he did so, legs underneath him, head still bowed to the lord, maintaining his position of submission.
“Raise your head and look at me.” Orlando almost disobeyed him. Surely the lord would not want to be dirtied by being under the gaze of a lowly, deceitful servant. However, Orland did as he was told and looked upon the man. He was surprised when he saw his face wasn’t contorted in anger. His features were instead soft and relaxed and he was looking at Orlando as if he cared for him. Mentally, Orlando shook his head. The very idea that Lord Viggo cared for him was preposterous.
“Orlando,” Viggo shuffled closer, reaching a hand out to him. Orlando flinched, expecting to be struck. “Orlando,” Viggo said again, running his hand through Orlando’s curls, “I am not going to punish you or Elijah for what happened tonight. I knew who you were when I came into this room tonight.”
Orlando stared at Viggo, dumbstruck. If he had known who he was, why had he still slept with him? Why hadn’t he bid him leave and demanded Elijah’s presence?
“I know you are confused,” Viggo ran the back of his hand down Orlando’s cheek, making him shiver, despite himself, “Lay back with me and I will explain.” Viggo arranged himself underneath the covers, leaning back against the headboard, holding the covers open for a spot next to him. Hesitantly, Orlando crawled over to him and let Viggo position him so he was underneath the duvet as well and his head was resting on his chest, fingers, once again, running through his hair.
“Just two days after you and your master came to Gondor Castle, I stumbled upon Elijah and his horsekeeper in an…uncompromising position,” Viggo sounded sad instead of angry, which confused Orlando even more.
“Lord Viggo–” Orlando started to raise his head, but was held back down gently.
“Please wait until I am finished to apologize on anyone’s behalf, plead for a life to be spared, or say anything that you think needs to be said.” Orlando was a bit surprised at Viggo’s brusque attitude, but wisely didn’t say another word and let the man amble on, “When I caught my fiancé and his young lover, I was not angry with them, but I was a bit sad. I watched the two only long enough to see that their caresses and heated kisses were fuelled by love, not lust.”
“I was sad because I knew then that I would never make Elijah happy in my castle. I did not expect the young man to love me and care for me, but I had hoped that I would be able to make him happy. If I confronted Elijah and confessed that I knew about his affair, he would despise me, and then our marriage would be filled with distrust and contempt.”
“So I kept my mouth shut and prayed that Elijah would trust me enough to tell me about his affair. I wanted him to tell me so I would not have to force him to lay with me this night. I knew sleeping with me would break his heart, and he would become bitter and cold toward the world, no longer the pure, spiritful soul that he is now. I must admit, I have been in a sort of depression for the past week, but I did have one idea that would not make Elijah detest me should I confront him about his relationship with the horsekeeper.”
“I would suggest to him that we keep an open, albeit covert relationship. He could continue to be with his lover, as long as they were discreet about their meetings and such, and I would be able to seek out a lover as well. That is why I did not dismiss you when I realized it was you who was in my bed instead of Elijah.”
Orlando raised himself up on his arms to look at Viggo. The only reason that he wasn’t kicked out of bed was because Viggo wanted to sleep with him? Orlando couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt. He thought Viggo would be a man to value his mind more than his body. Apparently he was wrong.
“You slept with me just because you think you do not have to be loyal to Elijah?” Tears welled up in his eyes, but he blinked them back, not wanting Viggo to see how affected he was by his words.
Viggo sat up as well and placed both hands on Orlando’s face, “Not at all! I slept with you because I was afraid you would turn away from me if I told you the truth at first. If I kept you believing that I thought you were Elijah, I felt I had a better chance to win your heart.”
“My–my heart? I am not sure I understand, my lord.” Orlando took Viggo’s hands off his face and placed them back on the bed. Viggo couldn’t care for a servant like him. It was unheard of. Elijah he could understand because he was still young and relatively inexperienced in love and life, but Viggo had experienced a great deal more. He had loved, lived, ruled…there was no way he would even look twice at a servant like Orlando.
“I love you, Orlando,” Viggo said in all honesty, staring into Orlando’s eyes, “When your lord introduced us the first day you arrived, I wished that I could have been taking you as my husband instead of Elijah. Elijah is a lovely young man, but you are lovelier. I have never seen one so dedicated and genuinely happy to serve his master. You make life beautiful, Orlando, with your smile, your words, your touches.”
“So everything you said before, calling me ‘angel’ and ‘beautiful,’ were you talking to me or Elijah?” Orlando let his head drop to stare at the covers, his hands fiddling with a corner.
“I was talking to you,” Viggo insisted, raising Orlando’s head with two hands just under his jaw, “I was always talking to you. The moment I sat on this bed, I knew you were not Elijah. I could smell you.” Orlando smiled a little. “And of course the first time I touched you,” Viggo’s hand moved up to his cheek, “that just confirmed who you were. No one has skin as soft as yours. I wish I could give you the world, Orlando. I would give it to you in a heartbeat, but I only have myself to love and cherish you.”
Orlando grinned and placed a chaste kiss on Viggo’s lips. “I don’t need the world,” he told Viggo, kissing him again, “I just need you. I love you as well.” Viggo’s smile could have brightened the darkest cave on the darkest side of the earth.
“I have waited so long to hear you say that.”
Orlando laughed, “One week is really that long to you?”
“One day without your love is too long.”
Orlando pushed Viggo to lie down on the bed and curled up next to him, his head back on his chest. “I couldn’t agree more,” he said with a small yawn. He pulled the covers over both their bodies.
“What say we give Elijah a bit of a scare tomorrow morning when he comes looking for me and sees us sleeping together?” Orlando asked, looking up to grin mischievously at his lover. Viggo chuckled and wrapped his arms around him. “I think that is an excellent idea, lover.” Orlando’s grin faded away as his eyelids became droopy and heavy with sleep. He tangled his legs with Viggo’s and yawned again. It had been a very eventful night, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. Orlando closed his eyes. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispered. Viggo mumbled a “goodnight” as well and the lord and the servant drifted off to sleep, no longer separated by titles or false identities, but tied together by love.
Fin.
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