Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: EB/OB, VM/OB, VM/SB/EB/OB

Summary: Just an excuse for a Tax Day kinky smutfest with guys in leather. 

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: AU, PWP.  The teeny amount of plot is crackish. Lots of kink - for this chapter: Roleplaying, knifeplay, simulated non-con, BDSM.  By the way, it´s late, so excuse the sloppy editing. 

Disclaimer: Argh.  My muses went into hiding, so I wasn´t able to completely finish my Tax Day fic.  Beth has completely corrupted me, so this chapter is just BanaBloom.  Next chapter will have the full monty with all four guys. 

And yes, some of the scenes were inspired by Orlando´s VMan pics.  How can you look at them and not be inspired? So, Beth. ..just for you -- wild haired, cursing Orlando getting mauled by Eric in biker gear.  Enjoy!

Posted April 16th, 2007. 

Viggo woke up groggily at first, but then he noticed the time and bolted upright. 

He shook the blanket-covered lump right next to him. "Orli! Wake up! It´s 8:45!" 

Orlando groaned something incomprehensible. Viggo couldn´t determine if it was "bugger off" or "pass the mustard sauce".

Knowing Orli, it was probably an insult. Viggo nudged Orlando with his foot and said, "Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom, we have to be at the accountant´s in half an hour. Get your skinny ass out of bed, now." 

The blankets stirred and an upraised finger popped out from underneath the quilt. Viggo rolled his eyes -- it was too fucking early to deal with attitude. Time to haul out the big guns. 

"Get out of the fucking bed now, boy!"  he barked out in his toppish voice. 

The sheets practically exploded upward as Orlando leaped out of the bed and scurried around to kneel on the floor. He bowed his head and whispered, "I´m sorry." 

Viggo reached down and patted Orli´s long hair. "Better. Now, we´re going to shower, get dressed, and go to our appointment. Understood?" 

"Yes, sir," Orlando replied. 

"Get the water hot," Viggo barked out. Orlando wasted no time in dashing at a mad clip into the bathroom, although he knocked over a lamp, the nightstand, and almost upset the toy box in the process. 

Some days, Viggo wondered if he should have gotten a dog instead of a sub. A dog would probably cause less damage than Orlando did, and it wouldn´t argue with him as much. On the other hand, dogs can´t give blow jobs...

His brain continued to wander as he made his way into the shower. Steam filled the room, and Viggo guessed that Orlando was waiting with the soap and the body pouf. 

"You can relax, baby," he said before he pulled back the curtain. 

Orlando´s subservient expression turned into a large frown. He tossed the body pouf at Viggo and blew a raspberry at him. "What the fuck, Vig? Why start up a scene if you aren´t going to play?" 

Viggo grabbed the soap and began lathering himself up. "You know, if certain boyfriends would set the alarm like they were supposed to last night, I wouldn´t have to disappoint them in the morning." 

"And when certain boyfriends say they´re sadists, that doesn´t mean that they can do a bait and switch," Orlando grumbled. "You´d think that after five fucking years together, you´d wouldn´t be such a cunty top." 

Viggo blinked. Had it really been that long? It seemed like yesterday when Sean had introduced Orlando to him. It was a rocky start at first, Viggo had just terminated his contract with Karl, and wasn´t really looking for a new sub. 

Something about Orlando just clicked with Viggo, and they wound up having a pretty heavy session that night. One session became many, and they eventually fell in love. 

Of course, the object of his affections was pouting like no one´s business right now. Viggo smiled and rubbed his thumb over Orli´s bottom lip. 

"I´m sorry, but we have to do this, you know," Viggo said quietly. 

"Why?" 

"Because our taxes have gotten really complicated this year. If you wanted to fill out an EZ form, you shouldn´t have had that successful one-man show, or bought the house with me." 

Orlando poked Viggo in the chest. "Yeah? And is it my fault that someone dropped a posh commission into your lap?" 

Viggo had finished rinsing off at this point, so he jumped out of the shower and was about to retort when he heard his cell phone ringing. Cursing, he dashed out of the shower and scooped it off of a nearby table. "Hello?" 

A familiar voice answered. "Viggo, it´s David. Um, Craig can´t make his appointment with you...one of his big clients is getting audited, and it´s going to be a mess to sort out. I´m sorry, but he can´t really take on any new cases at the moment." 

"Thanks, Dave."  Viggo was unhappy to say the least after he said his goodbyes to Dave and hung up. What were they going to do now? 

Orlando came out with a towel and started drying Viggo off. "You´ve got that face again. Bad news?" 

"Yeah...we have to find a new accountant. Fuck! And we have only a week left! Where in hell are we going to find someone to do our taxes?" 

Orlando chuckled. "You´re just nutters. Use your brain, man! Call up every single one of our friends and see if they can recommend a number cruncher!" 

Viggo brightened up and proceeded to follow Orlando´s suggestion. Sadly, the phone tree failed them this time. Everyone they knew was out. Viggo was almost at the end of his rope when his cell phone chirped again. 

He recognized the number immediately. "Hey Sean, thanks for getting back to us." 

Sean replied, "Tell me that after I give you the news." 

That didn´t sound good. "No dice, then?" 

"Sorry, mate. I don´t really have any recommendations. But I have some good news -- a friend of mine is visiting. You know, the one that Orli´s been perving after?" 

Viggo held his tongue to avoid blurting out Eric´s name. Orlando had met Eric at one of Sean´s play parties, and since then, he had never stopped talking about how much he wanted to sub for him. Unfortunately, Eric was in an exclusive relationship at the time. 

It was pretty odd then, that Sean was mentioning Eric... unless he was free. Viggo tried to keep himself from smiling. 

"All right," he said casually. "He wants to meet me for lunch? Chulada Grill at noon okay?" 

"Got it," Sean replied. "I´ll bring Eric." 

"Thanks, Sean. See you."  After Sean hung up, Viggo tried to remain nonchalant. 

To his relief, Orlando seemed oblivious. "So...we have a few hours?"  he purred, winding his arms around Viggo´s neck. 

Viggo kissed Orlando. His voice was low and husky when he replied, "That´s right. Now, get on your knees." 

***

The Chulada Grill was busy as usual when Viggo arrived at 12:10 pm. 

"Oi!"  Sean called out, waving at him. He had picked a table tucked away in a far corner, away from the rest of the crowd. Viggo also knew that service was incredibly slow at this hour. Thus, they could carry on a quiet conversation without being overheard or interrupted. Eric was sitting in the seat next to Sean, and he smiled at Viggo as he approached. 

"Sorry," Viggo said. "It´s all Orlando´s fault." 

"Guess you´ll have to punish him for that, eh?"  Sean chuckled. He gestured at the waitress and asked her to refresh their empty basket of chips. 

After she left, Eric leaned over and said, "So, Orlando wants to play with me?" 

Viggo nodded. "He´s been hot for it every since he saw you." 

"That´s an understatement."  Sean took a sip of his beer and grunted in annoyance. "More like he yabbers on and on and on about how he´d love for you to bend him over and fuck him into next Sunday." 

Eric almost snorted the water he was drinking out of his nose. "Even though I wasn´t free? Cheeky lad." 

"Yeah. But if you´re up for it, we can make him eat his words. All of us," Viggo replied. 

Eric seemed puzzled. "What did you have in mind, mate?" 

Viggo noticed that the waitress was busy attending to other people, so he leaned in closer and whispered, "I was thinking of setting up a little role-playing : helpless, uptight pretty boy wanders into a biker bar. Orlando´s been on my ass to set up a foursome, and I´d like you to be in it." 

Sean whistled and said, "Fine by me, Vig. I´d love to have Orlando again." 

"Ditto...except for the ´having Orlando again´ part, seeing as how I haven´t even touched him yet," Eric replied. 

Viggo laughed. "You´ll enjoy it, I promise. He´s got a voracious appetite." 

Eric took a pull on his margarita and said, "So I´ve heard. Anything I should know in particular?" 

"He loves being taken against his will, and you get first crack at him." 

"First crack? My God, you´re generous. What do I owe you?”

"Think of it as a welcoming gift." 

Eric was about to say something, but the waitress had reappeared, having finally attended to the huge number of customers in the restaurant. She took their orders and then whisked off to the kitchen. 

After she left, Eric said, "Any hot spots I should know about?" 

Viggo replied, "His nipples are pretty sensitive. And he goes weak in the knees if you bite him hard at the base of his neck." 

Sean laughed. "I told you, Vig...the lad has a vampire fixation." 

"It sounds like it."  Eric pulled out his Blackberry and said, "So...now we have to get into messy details. I need to know his limits and his safeword." 

Viggo noticed that their corner of the restaurant was now filling up with people. "I´ll get into all the other specifics with you after lunch." 

Sean said, "One last thing -- I know of a place that has a great set-up for this kind of a scene. And knowing you, Vig, I guess you´ve already picked out what we´re going to wear?" 

"Yeah," Viggo replied. "And a lot of cows are going to be really unhappy with me." 

***

Viggo straightened his leather cap and grinned at Sean and Eric. They were a sight -- all of them had leather pants, boots, and a biker cap. He had to admit, he loved the cut of the pants...they clung to everything, so tight that the garments may as well have been bonded to their skin. 

Sean and Viggo had both decided to add in a white wife beater and a heavy leather jacket decorated with studs and zippers to their costumes. Eric, on the hand, decided to be shirtless. The only thing he was wearing besides the pants was a cropped leather vest. 

The garment was open, and he had applied oil to his skin, making him look so drop dead sexy that Viggo was tempted to jump him. Of course, besides the fact that Orlando would be pissed off to no end, there was the problem that Eric never bottomed. 

Viggo looked at his surroundings in appreciation. Sean wasn´t kidding when he said that he knew of a dungeon that could accommodate this scene. The room they was definitely convincing as a dingy biker hangout. 

Only a few of the lights worked, all of the chairs were run down and looked aged, and the paint on the walls was blistered and peeling; whatever was still intact was decorated with graffiti. Several empty beer bottles had been added for effect, as well as discarded cigarette butts, crumpled newspapers, and what looked like used drug paraphernalia. 

The room also had a pool table, and a Harley racing bike perched on its center stand. Unlike the rest of the furnishings, the motorcycle was shiny and polished; custom painted flames in orange and yellow decorated the gas tank, accenting the skull and crossbones design near the top. 

They had decided to shoot a few rounds of pool while they were waiting for Orlando. Viggo had told Orli only the necessary details -- what he was going to wear, where he was supposed to show up and when, the basic set up of the scene, and that he needed to be well-lubed before he even set foot in the room. 

The sound of the door opening caught their attention. Orlando stepped inside, dressed in a button down shirt and dress slacks that were held up by suspenders. He kept his long hair in check with a small elastic band, and he looked nervous. 

Viggo snapped immediately into character and made a loud wolf whistle. "Hey guys, check out what the cat dragged in." 

Eric stalked up to Orlando and got into his personal space. He stood as tall as possible, towering over Orlando´s smaller form. Viggo grinned and leaned against the wall, knowing that he and Sean were in for a hell of a show. 

"What´s a pretty little thing like you doing here?"  Eric said. His eyes traveled over the length of Orlando´s body, appraising him like a side of meat. 

Orlando shuffled his feet and replied, "Um, my car broke down...d-do you have a phone that I could use?" 

"What do I get out of it?"  Eric purred. He inched closer to Orlando, until their faces were almost touching. 

Orlando´s quaking was visible. "I-I could pay you for your trouble." 

Eric suddenly grabbed Orlando and slammed him against the wall. "Money isn´t what I want, bitch."  He brought his right knee up and pushed it under Orlando´s crotch. "Not when you´ve got such a sweet little arse." 

Orlando´s eyes went as wide as saucers. "No!"  he yelled out. He pushed hard against Eric´s chest, trying to free himself. 

Eric´s hand slid down his right leg and he reached into his boot. He pulled out a switchblade and flicked it open. 

He held the weapon close to Orlando´s cheek and hissed, "Stop wiggling, or I´ll cut you." 

Orlando trembled and he replied in a tiny voice, "Please don´t hurt me." 

"Then play nice and don´t move," Eric said. He scraped the blade gently along the side of Orlando´s neck, keeping the pressure so light that Viggo couldn´t even see a mark. The cold metal whispered over Orlando´s flesh, sweeping down and pausing at the small dip in the neckline of his shirt. Orlando bit his lip through it all, and small tremors traveled through his body. 

Sean yelled out, "Oi, the little slut likes that, Eric." 

"I don´t!"  Orlando protested, even though the bulge in the crotch of his slacks was unmistakable. Despite Eric´s previous threat, Orlando tried to push him away again. 

Eric captured Orlando´s wrists in one of his big hands and slammed them upward, pinning them above Orlando´s head. "You´re a stupid bugger."  His eyes darkened and he said, "Now we´re going to do this the hard way." 

The blade slipped under Orlando´s neckline and Eric tugged it to the side, slicing across the shoulder of the dress shirt. Orlando trembled as the knife cut through the cloth, but he didn´t otherwise flinch, holding absolutely still while Eric worked. 

When Eric reached a suspender, he veered the knife downward. He continued in this fashion, cutting until the front of the shirt hung at Orlando´s waist in ribbons. The sleeves had been weakened so much that they had fallen off. 

Eric brushed the tattered cloth aside and purred, "Now, that´s a tasty sight." 

He reached up, letting the cold blade glide across the smooth expanse of Orlando´s chest. A pitiful whimper escaped Orlando´s lips, but although his entire body was quaking, Viggo knew that Orlando had yet to reach his limits. 

Eric leaned closer and ran his tongue along the outside of Orlando´s ear. His voice was low as he said, "Hold very, very still for this next bit, or you´re really not going to enjoy life. You got that?" 

Orlando nodded dumbly, and Eric shifted back, giving himself some room before he pushed the blade through a loose fold of cloth near the crotch of Orlando´s pants. 

"No!"  Orlando squeaked. 

"Shut it or you´ll lose your bollocks!"  Eric snarled back. He sliced through the fabric in an arc, working until he had removed the material covering Orlando´s crotch. 

Orlando whimpered as his cock sprung free from its confines. Eric swiped his thumb through the moisture oozing out of the tip and brought his hand to his mouth. 

"Look at this, you´re dripping," he purred before he slowly licked his thumb clean. He ran the blade along the side of one of Orlando´s suspenders. "You want my cock, don´t you?" 

"No..." Orlando said, but there was no venom in his protest. His voice was weak and breathy. 

Eric grinned and placed the switch blade at the edge of the hole he had just cut, right above the spot where the inseam joined. He then moved his hand backwards, slicing open the back seam. He stopped when he reached the waistband. 

Before Orlando could let out another protest, Eric grabbed the edge and yanked hard. The cloth tore with a loud rip, baring Orlando´s ass. His lubed hole glistened in the low light. 

"Stop it!"  Orlando shrieked. He started to kick, but Eric blocked each blow easily. "Let me go, you fucking madman!" 

"Mad?"  Eric´s eyes darkened. He sheathed the knife back inside of his boot before he reached up and jerked open the zipper on his pants. "*That* was the wrong thing to say." 

Realization dawned in Orlando´s eyes and he panicked. He fought as hard as he could, but Eric barreled into him, slamming him back against the wall. 

"You little shite," Eric growled as he pulled his hard cock out. He released Orlando´s wrists so that he could shift his grip much lower. 

"No!"  Orlando´s arms flailed as he tried to shove Eric´s bulky form away. His protests grew louder as Eric cupped his ass and lifted him up. 

"Stop...ahhhhh!"  Orlando´s last statement died into a loud cry as Eric slammed upward, impaling himself in one stroke. 

"Yeah, hot and tight...just like I thought," Eric grunted. He ripped Orlando´s hair tie off and bit down on the slender neck, growling before his hips started pistoning. 

Viggo watched Orlando´s hands give one weak push at Eric´s vest before his head lolled backwards and he moaned. Each hard thrust from Eric sent a visible shockwave through his body, bouncing him against the wall until his hair was flying wildly around his face. 

The charms around Orlando´s neck dangled low, accenting the tantalizing valley between his pecs. Sweat was beading over his smooth flesh and his suspenders grazed across his nipples, causing them to peak. 

The sight almost caused Viggo to cream his pants, and he noticed that Sean was in a similar state. Much as he wanted to have Sean blow him to relieve his frustration, he couldn´t break character right now. He reached down and adjusted himself, patiently waiting for the scenario to play out. 

"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"  Eric spoke the endearment with nothing but pure sarcasm. He rolled his hips and grinned when Orlando cried out again. 

"Fuck...you..." Orlando panted out. Eric responded by pulling back almost all the way and then slamming forward, causing a moan reminiscent of a ten dollar whore to spill from Orlando´s lips. 

"You´re the one getting fucked, bitch. Look at you... you´ve got a fucking puddle on your trousers."  He thrust hard again and Orlando cried out so loud that it echoed off the walls. 

"Oh God, stop..." Orlando whimpered. Eric changed the angle of his hips and gave Orlando two swift jabs, leaning down at the same time to bite down hard on the base of his neck again. 

Orlando keened at the top of his lungs and he clutched Eric´s shoulders hard. His long legs wrapped around Eric´s hips and he arched back, his surrender complete. 

Eric wasted no time and picked up the pace, his hips slamming up in a punishing rhythm. Sweat gleamed off of his oiled skin, rolling down the bulging muscles of his arms. They flexed and strained as he pushed into Orli, filling him over and over again. His leather pants creaked with each thrust, and Viggo admired how they clung to every inch of Eric´s ass and thighs, accenting every curve as he pounded into Orlando´s willing body. 

Orlando was thrashing like a wildcat beneath Eric, begging and urging him on. He had stopped fighting and let Eric claim him, let himself be used however Eric wanted. He looked at Eric, uncontrolled lust simmering behind his vulnerable gaze. 

Suddenly, Eric threw his head back and roared, bucking into Orlando several times before he sagged down. He somehow managed to pull out before he set Orlando back onto his feet. 

That was Sean´s cue. He pulled a cable tie off one of the shelves and pounced on Orlando before he could react, yanking his arms back and slipping the plastic loop over his wrists. 

As Sean pulled it tight, Orlando spat out, "Fuck you! Haven´t you wankers had enough?" 

Viggo gestured and Sean obeyed his signal, dragging Orlando towards the bike. He stalked up to Orlando and said with quiet menace. "We haven´t even begun." 

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