Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

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

Summary: Sex over a motorcycle (and more). 

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: AU, PWP.  The teeny amount of plot is crackish, schmoop. Lots of hardcore kink - DP, BDSM, explicit language, roleplay, simulated non-con, PC rimming, and a swordfight in Orlando´s mouth. 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of this really happened.  The author is not associated with or is implying anything about the sexual preferences or the lives of the people depicted within. 

Author´s Notes: Witness le smutbomb.  Sorry for taking so long, but RL has the worst timing in the world. 

The swordfight popped into my head after Jo wrote something about me in her LoTR spotlight forum.  And then my horny muses just went to town. ..

Posted May 19, 2007. 

The fight seemed to go out of Orlando when he heard Viggo´s threat. He stopped resisting and he focused his attention on Viggo, looking at him with an expression that was as vulnerable as a new born fawn´s. 

"Please...have mercy."  Viggo didn´t reply. He nodded in Sean´s direction instead when he heard the quiet, shaky words. 

Sean picked up on Viggo´s cue and took over. He leaned closer and snarled in Orlando´s ear, "Mercy? You´re barmy if you think we´d let a tasty little morsel like you scarper off." 

"I don´t...FUCK!"  The last word was choked out because Sean had shifted his grip and abruptly jammed two of his fingers deep inside Orlando´s still-sensitive passage. 

Viggo reached down and cupped Orlando´s balls in one hand, rolling the heavy sacs while he used the other to trace light, swirling patterns over Orli´s hard cock. Orlando whimpered in Sean´s arms. 

"You definitely fuck...and you like it."  Sean said in a husky purr that made Orlando´s dick jump. He made no attempt to stroke Orlando any further, he just left his fingers in place while he talked. "I can feel how slick and hot you are from Eric´s spunk. You just wanted to spread yourself wider when he was hammering into your arse, didn´t you?" 

"N-no," Orlando replied. Sean looked at Viggo and his lips curled up in an evil smirk. The muscles in his wrist flexed and Orlando let out an ear-splitting wail. His slim form shook and he rolled his hips forward with frantic movements, thrashing as he tried to free his arms from the cable-tie holding them together. 

"Liar...one touch on your sweet spot and you´re trying to hump Viggo´s fist."  He ran his tongue down the column of Orlando´s throat. "I think you like being our bitch." 

Orlando mewled and shook his head without much conviction. "No..."

"Really? Then you won´t mind if we keep playing with you."  He pulled his fingers back and pushed them in again, eliciting another helpless cry. "Say that you´re our bitch and we´ll let you come." 

"No...oh God, stop..." Orlando moaned. Sean ignored him and continued to pump his fingers, brushing each time across Orlando´s prostate. Each swirl broke down Orlando´s resistance, until he started writhing out of control. His steadily leaking cock was turning an angry purple. 

"You´re enjoying yourself too much."  Sean froze in place and chuckled when Orlando tried to push back. When Orlando whined, Sean glared at him and said, "You know what you need to do." 

"I won´t..." Orlando protested. 

"Oh really?"  Sean pushed in a third finger. 

"Ahhh!"  Orlando shrieked. "Please...I´ll be your bitch, just don´t leave me hanging!" 

"Much better," Sean replied. He pulled his wet digits out and licked them clean, keeping his eyes locked with Viggo´s as his tongue traveled over the pads in a lazy, decadent swirl. 

Viggo´s throat went dry. Sean knew exactly what effect this was having on him, the bastard. Sean cleaned off the last drop and swiped his tongue over his lips before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiv. He carefully cut the last of Orlando´s clothes off his body before he put the knife back into his jeans and started manhandling Orlando again. 

Orlando remained meek while Sean hauled him over to the motorcycle, the only indication of resistance he gave was a small yelp when Sean tossed him over the seat. Without the use of his arms to balance, Orli landed in an ungainly position -- sprawled across the leather cushion with his ass pointed up. 

Sean twined his fingers in Orlando´s unruly hair and jerked his head back, exposing his neck. "Now, get that pretty mouth of yours to work. If I like the way you suck Viggo´s cock, you can get off." 

Finally. Viggo was about ready to burst every seam in his pants. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his raging erection, pausing to slowly fist it. 

Orlando´s eyes widened when he saw the size of Viggo´s prick and that spurred his next action. When Viggo stepped forward, Orlando tried to boost himself to his feet as fast as he could manage. If Sean hadn´t been prepared, the momentum would have knocked him off, allowing Orli to escape. Instead, Sean grabbed Orli´s bound wrists and slammed the willowy body back onto the seat, leaning in with his weight to insure that Orlando stayed pinned. 

"You lying little shite," Sean growled. He shifted his grip in order free up a hand while Orlando was squirming. He popped the button on his leather pants and worked his erection free from the tight confines. 

Orlando must have sensed what was happening, because he began to thrash around. "I changed my mind. I can´t do this, man!" 

Sean ignored him and pulled out a sachet of lube from his pocket. He was unhurried as he spread the gel on his shaft. 

"No takebacks, bitch. You´re going to pay for trying to weasel out."  The cold tone in Sean´s voice made Viggo shiver. Orlando was in for a rough ride. 

Sean carried out his threat in spades. He didn´t bother with any niceties -- he lined himself up and then plunged in hard, burying himself up to the hilt in one heart-stopping stroke. 

"Nooo! Stop it!"  Orlando screamed at the top of his lungs. 

"Take my cock, you little whore."  Sean ground out between his teeth. He thrust in at a relentless pace, not allowing Orlando any respite. 

Orli cried out as Sean pounded into him without mercy, soft moans mixed in with his weak pleas for Sean to stop. They fell on deaf ears; Sean continued to piston his hips, adding in a roll at the apex of his thrusts that caused Orlando to mewl in a soft, helpless voice. 

Viggo felt another bolt of lust course through his body as he watched Sean erode Orlando´s resistance bit by bit. The needy sounds spilling from Orli´s mouth were almost enough to make him come right there. 

Viggo stole a glance over in Eric´s direction, and he noticed that Eric had found his second wind. Eric was observing the erotic tableau in front of him with his undivided attention, slowly rubbing his palm over his renewed hard-on. He had stripped off everything except his vest, and his oiled muscles shone with a soft glow under the light. 

"Oi, Viggo? Fancy a spit roast?"  Sean called out. Viggo grinned and doffed his heavy jacket before he stepped forward, slapping his cock against Orlando´s cheek. 

Orlando grimaced and turned his face away. Sean noticed this and his hand snaked up to grab Orlando´s jaw. "Behave or I´ll wipe the lube off and fuck you dry." 

Orlando bowed his head in defeat. "I´ll be good," he replied in a small voice. 

Sean let go and said, "You know what to do."  He continued to pump into Orlando, each thrust bumping the two of them against the motorcycle. 

Orlando voiced a small whimper before he parted his lips and wrapped them around the head of Viggo´s dick. He began to suck with a gentle pressure, letting his tongue flicker against the head. 

A movement behind Orlando caught Viggo´s attention. Sean was gesturing, using one of their established signals to indicate that he wanted to ask a question. Viggo looked down and saw that Orlando had his eyes closed. He was unlikely to open them soon, so he motioned for Sean to proceed. 

Sean lifted his hands up and pointed both index fingers towards each other before he pushed them together. His eyebrow quirked upward and he flicked his gaze down at Orlando. 

So that was what he wanted to do next. Viggo nodded and mouthed out, "Just say when." 

After acknowledging Viggo´s response, Sean pulled back, continuing the movement until just the tip of his prick remained inside Orlando. 

Before Orli could complain, Sean said, "Now." 

The two of them slid forward, breeching Orlando simultaneously. Orlando groaned deep in his throat, quivering as both of them continued on until they touched bottom. 

The effect was galvanizing. Orlando´s whole body tensed and his cry of protest sent shocks that went straight to Viggo´s dick. Sean resumed the punishing rhythm he had established before, each thrust pushing Orlando forward and causing his nose to bury itself into Viggo´s pubic hair. Orlando wiggled, trying to pull his head back, but Sean tightened his grip on Orli´s curls and jabbed him with a vicious roll of the hips whenever he tried to resist. 

Viggo had no intention of remaining still. He grabbed Sean´s arm to brace himself and started rocking, burying himself deep in that moist heat. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of Sean´s glistening cock disappearing between the cheeks of Orlando´s ass, which inflamed him so much that the tempo of his thrusts increased until he was pounding in as hard as Sean was. He was pushing in too fast for Orlando to suck him, but he felt a hot tongue pressing against the underside of his prick, sending fire leaping through his veins as he slid back and forth. 

As they continued, Orlando´s thrashing began to still, and his protests had softened into quiet whimpers. He arched up and moaned in appreciation while Sean and Viggo sawed into his body at an unrelenting pace, filling him over and over again. 

"That´s it..." Sean´s voice had dropped down to a rumbling purr. He combed his fingers through Orlando´s sweaty curls. "I knew you were just dying to be filled with cock." 

Orlando nodded vigorously and rotated his hips. He increased the suction around Viggo´s dick while he voiced his need as best as he could with his mouth full. 

Sean leaned forward and licked the shell of Orlando´s ear. "You want even more, don´t you?"  Orli bobbed his head up and down in response, which caused Sean to chuckle. 

Sean stilled his movement and turned his head towards the corner where Eric was sitting. "You heard the little cunt, mate. Stop jerking off and get your arse over here." 

"Fuck you," Eric replied without heat. He gave himself one last squeeze before he got to his feet, prowling over to join Viggo with a deliberate, predatory gait in his long strides, each of his well-defined muscles rippling as he approached. 

Viggo had to keep himself from drooling before he pulled out. It wasn´t an easy task -- the sight of Orlando´s swollen lips and his melting, limpid gaze tempted him to stay where he was. However, Viggo kept himself focused, paying no heed to the myriad of distractions thrown his way. 

"No!"  Orli whined when Viggo popped free. His tongue flickered out, seeking some sort of contact. He was tense now, and every action had an air of frantic desperation. 

"Christ," Eric said. "Boy´s a total whore." 

Sean smacked Orlando´s ass and laughed. "That he is."  Before Orlando could say anything Sean nipped his ear and purred, "I bet you´re just dying to spread yourself open for all of us -- letting me and Viggo ram into you until you can´t tell where my cock begins and his ends. You won´t be satisfied until we´ve filled you so full of come that it spills out of that slaggy hole of yours and dribbles down your leg." 

Orlando mewled and trembled in Sean´s arms. "Oh God, yes..."

"Then get to work on the two of them." 

A low moan issued from Orlando´s throat and his tongue darted out. He lapped at the head of Eric´s shaft before he delved his tongue into the slit, teasing out the drops of pre-come that were rapidly forming. 

Eric´s eyes rolled back into his head. "Yeah, use that whore mouth of yours. Lick my cock, bitch." 

Sean began to rock forward again, keeping his pace slow so that Orli wouldn´t lose his tenuous perch on the motorcycle. Orlando gave Eric´s cock one last swirl before he turned his head and wrapped his lips around the head of Viggo´s erection, grazing his teeth around the prominent ridge as he sucked. 

Viggo groaned and let Orlando work on him this time. He lost himself in the sensation of having that wetness surround him, on the kittenish licks ghosting around his throbbing prick. 

He was vaguely aware that someone else had entered his personal space. His lust fogged brain took forever to register that Eric was beside him, nudging his dick at the side of Orlando´s mouth. 

The decadent sucking around him hesitated, and Orlando looked at Eric, his gaze widening in surprise. Eric frowned at Orlando. "Did I say you could stop?" 

Before Viggo´s could figure out what Eric meant, the other man had pushed forward, breeching Orlando´s mouth and sliding his shaft in alongside Viggo´s. 

Fire immediately leaped in Viggo´s veins and his head fell back as he was overwhelmed. His brain cells fused and all he could think of was the heat and feel of Eric´s hardness sliding along his own...the decadent slurping noises Orlando was making... and fuck, watching Orlando´s ass quiver as Sean picked up the pace, ramming into him fully; his cock splitting those round cheeks open as all of them used Orlando for their pleasure. 

Orli mewled and writhed between them, letting them do as they wanted to his yielding body to slake their lust. He was a decadent sight -- his bound, willowy frame splayed out across the leather seat of the motorcycle, his lush mouth stretched to the limit as it devoured both Eric´s and Viggo´s cocks, and Sean´s thumbs spreading his pink hole open as he pounded without mercy into the hot channel. 

Sean´s rhythm abruptly faltered and the knuckles of his hands turned white. "Gonna come..." he panted out. He squeezed Orlando´s cheeks together and groaned, hips plunging in with jerky, deep thrusts before he went rigid. He arched back, every muscle frozen, his mouth opening in a soundless cry before he jabbed forward once more and collapsed over Orlando. 

Viggo head was spinning as he watched Sean pull his softening erection out. It was his turn now to be in charge, and he knew exactly what he wanted. Time for the big finale. 

He popped himself out of Orlando´s mouth and said, "Let´s give this bitch what he´s been aching for." 

"Wha..." Orlando said after Eric followed suit. Viggo didn´t let Orli finish his sentence; he yanked Orlando to his feet before he could speak again and dragged him over to the pool table. 

Eric scrambled ahead of Viggo and cleared a space on the green felt. "You get bottom," Viggo said. 

"Fine by me," Eric said before he boosted himself up onto the table and rolled onto his back. Viggo handed him some more lube and Eric squeezed a generous amount over his hard-on, running his hand up and down his large shaft. 

Orlando whimpered and twisted in Viggo´s arms. His cock was dripping like mad and the skin was stretched taut over the engorged head. 

"Patience," Viggo said. He could tell Orlando was about to burst, so tried to keep away from any hot spots. He placed his other hand on Orlando´s hip to keep him from moving. 

"Get a good look at what´s going to be reaming you."  His lowered his voice an octave, knowing the effect it had on Orlando. 

On cue, Orlando began shaking like a leaf. His breathing became shallower, and his eyes dilated. Viggo continued to speak, making sure that each word was a husky caress. "Yeah...you can almost taste his cock in your throat, can´t you?" 

"God..." Orlando moaned. His eyes fluttered shut briefly, but he opened them again, mesmerized by the sight of Eric stroking himself. He let out a small moan when Eric reached down to cradle his heavy balls. 

"Do you want his prick?"  Viggo let his fingers dance lightly over Orlando´s erection, touching just enough to keep him on edge. 

"Fuck...yes..." Orlando sounded breathless, and his eyes fluttered shut as he melted against Viggo´s chest. Smiling, Viggo lifted Orlando´s pliant body up onto the table and had him straddle Eric´s hips, holding him up so that he hovered just over Eric´s waiting shaft. 

He reached up to touch one of the peaked brown discs on Orlando´s chest. "Tell me how much."  He circled his fingers around the sensitive nub, listening to the pitiful sounds that poured out of Orlando´s throat. 

"I need it so badly...want to feel his huge cock spearing me open, fucking me until I go blind..."

"Good," Viggo growled before he nodded in Eric´s direction. 

Taking his cue, Eric slammed up, impaling Orlando in one deep thrust. 

Orlando cried out at the top of his lungs and threw his head back. "YES!"  His cries faded into loud moans as Eric pounded into him, the clap of flesh against flesh accompanying each shove upward. 

While Orlando was occupied, Viggo squeezed out the last of the lube onto his throbbing erection. He needed to be as slick as possible for this next part. 

He clambered onto the table and said, "One second, Eric." 

Eric nodded and paused, holding Orlando up. Viggo planted a foot next to Eric´s hip and placed a hand on Orlando´s shoulder for leverage. 

"What are you doing?"  Orlando groaned out. 

"What do you think?"  Viggo asked before he nudged his straining cock at Orlando´s hole. 

"Fuck, no! That´s too much! Stop! Ohhhh..." The complaint faded into a soft whimper as Viggo breeched the guardian ring. He gritted his teeth together as he worked the head of his prick into Orlando´s ass. Even with Orli trying to help by relaxing as much as possible, Viggo still felt like his cock was being flattened. He needed to be careful at this point, so he shut out any sensation and tried to concentrate. 

Orlando´s moans had progressively gotten louder and he was writhing in Eric´s grasp. Moisture was welling non-stop from Orlando´s shaft and it dribbled into a puddle on Eric´s stomach. 

As Viggo continued rocking, the motion caused Orlando´s cock to rub against Eric´s slippery flesh. Eric´s arms were shaking as he tried to hold Orli in place, but the tension in his muscles betrayed the fact that it was taking all of his willpower to resist pounding into the hot, tight vise surrounding him. 

Orlando was cursing up a blue streak at the top of his voice, stringing the words together until they were almost incomprehensible. His breath started to hitch and Viggo knew that meant Orli was close to orgasm. 

He stopped pushing in and said, "We´re not done with you, bitch. Eric, keep him from losing it." 

Eric clamped a hand around the base of Orlando´s prick and squeezed. "No..." Orlando whined. 

"Shut up."  Viggo said. He turned a deaf ear to his usual turn-ons -- Orlando´s soft cries, his wild thrashing. This next part required care, so he focused on the mechanics of what he was doing as he continued to work his way in, delving in gently and waiting until the crushing grip around his prick eased up before he inched forward. It seemed to take forever, but he kept progressing at a snail´s pace, not wanting to hurt Orlando. Finally, he felt himself touching bottom. 

Viggo sighed in relief and released the iron grip he had on his concentration. 

The erotic overload hit him all at once. Unable to keep quiet, Viggo cried out at the top of his voice as he was flooded with the sensation of Eric´s hard cock pressing and sliding against his own; the feeling enhanced tenfold by the almost unbearably tight flesh around him. 

Instinct took over, and he shoved into Orlando with deep, jabbing thrusts. He could still feel Sean´s hot load from earlier, slicking his every movement as he plunged in, bumping and grinding against Eric. He could feel Eric matching him thrust for thrust, their groans mingling together as they pushed into Orlando. 

The air now reeked of sweat, leather, and come as they pounded into him in tandem. Orlando undulated between their sweat-slick bodies, his cries rising in volume until he was shouting at the top of his lungs. He spasmed with each double plunge as if an electric current had jolted his lithe frame, tossing his long hair around his face until the messy strands obscured his features. 

Reality slipped away from Viggo -- he was lost in a haze, only thinking of how fucking good it felt to bury himself deep...no, deeper...to feel another hot cock pressing and rubbing against his own...

Then Orlando´s voice seeped in through the erotic fog around his mind. "Please...oh God...please... I need to feel your spunk inside of me...mark me as your fucktoy, please..."

The desperation in Orlando´s shameless begging sent Viggo over the edge. He slammed forward one last time, roaring as he spurted and filled Orli with hot liquid. 

White light blotted out Viggo´s sight, and he felt as if he was soaring towards the sky. He floated in pure bliss for an unmeasurable amount of time before the world started coalescing around him again. As Viggo came back to himself, an almost painful jolt rolled through him because Eric was still pistoning away, continuing to rub against his oversensitive flesh. 

"Stop..." Eric complied with his request, and Viggo tried to steady himself as he pulled out, keeping the pace languid so that Orlando wouldn´t get hurt. 

When the last of his cock was eased free, he noticed that Orlando was whimpering softly. Tension radiated out of every square inch of Orli´s flesh as he teetered on the brink of release. 

Amused, Viggo ran his finger along the length of Orlando´s crack, brushing against the stretched flesh of his entrance. "Looks like someone´s got a bad case of purple balls." 

"Please...I need to come," Orlando moaned. 

Viggo´s answering laugh was cruel. "Tough shit. We get to use you however we want, when we want, and for as long as we want."  His voice was cold and unforgiving when he spoke again. "You can move now, Eric; but don´t let him get off." 

Orlando groaned in frustration when Eric continued his feverish thrusting upward, keeping his grip tight on Orlando´s cock. 

Viggo noticed some white fluid dribbling out of Orlando´s entrance as he bobbed up and down. Each snap of Eric´s hips caused more to trickle out, leaving a shiny trail on his prick. 

It was too tempting for Viggo to resist. He slid off the table and pushed his head between Eric´s legs, eagerly lapping at the drops. Eric gasped in response and he bucked faster, cursing while Viggo licked him. The taste was incredible – a heady brew of Orlando mixed in with Eric and Sean. Viggo didn´t think he could get tired of it. 

He continued to swirl his tongue until he noticed that Eric´s rhythm was faltering. A smirk touched his lips before he lowered his head and took one of Eric´s balls into his mouth. He sucked greedily, rolling his tongue around the heavy sac. 

"Christ!"  Eric yelled before he arched off the table. He jabbed Orlando twice in rapid succession, roaring as he came for the second time. 

Eric´s shining, slick muscles rippled as he rode out his climax, and then he flopped back, letting go of Orlando´s engorged cock. 

"Please," Orlando mewled in a strained voice. He was trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Fuck...oh God...I need to come so badly...please..."

Viggo scrambled back onto the table and kneeled between Eric´s spread legs. He worked an arm in between Eric and Orlando´s chests, and pulled Orlando up, not stopping until Orli´s head lolled against his shoulder. Eric was still buried inside Orli, and he was still alert enough to flex his pelvis, causing his still hard dick to twitch against Orlando´s prostate. 

A half-strangled sob escaped Orlando´s throat. "Can´t take any more...let me come, pleasepleaseplease..."

Viggo tried to sound reluctant. "All right," he said. He noticed that Sean had straightened his clothes out and tucked himself back in. "Sean, you want one last feel?" 

"If I can find a sodding space," he grumbled. He wound up clambering onto a spot beside Eric´s hip. 

He stared at Orlando´s gleaming chest and said, "Mmm, I see what needs attention." 

Orlando squeaked when Sean latched onto one of his nipples, tonguing and nipping the sensitive peaks. 

"Oh God," Orli moaned. "Too much..."

"Just a little bit longer," Viggo said before he snaked his hand down and wrapped it around Orlando´s swollen cock. 

Orlando shrieked and bucked forward, pushing frantically into the tunnel of Viggo´s fist. "So fucking good..." he panted out. 

Viggo pumped his hand a few more times and violent tremors shook Orlando´s form. "Oh God...Viggo, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"  he babbled. 

Viggo pitched his voice down to a low rasp, "That´s it...come for me, bitch. I want to see you hit yourself in the face with your spunk, and then I´ll lick it off your cheeks while it drips down.”

His hand blurred over Orlando´s overheated flesh, tugging and squeezing. Shudders wracked Orli´s frame with each stroke, and his cries grew in volume as he continued to pump his hips, thrusting with mindless abandon. 

When Viggo heard that tell-tale hitch in Orlando´s voice, he leaned over and bit down hard on the skin at the base of Orli´s slender throat. 

"Fucking Christ! VIGGO!"  Orlando lurched back, his entire body spasming. His cock jerked in Viggo´s grasp, splattering long, ropey white strands of liquid against his chest and neck. 

Orlando froze in that position for several seconds, quivering in Viggo´s arms before his eyes rolled back into head and he sagged down, limp as a jellyfish. 

"Whoa, is he okay?"  Eric said. 

Sean replied, "He always passes out if he´s had a really good ride. Scared the shite out of me the first time he did it." 

"Help me get him over to the room," Viggo said. The three of them managed to co-ordinate enough to detach Orlando from Eric and lift him off the pool table. 

Sean pushed aside a pile of broken chairs that was leaning against one of the walls, revealing a door behind it. Each room in the dungeon had an adjoining area associated with it. It was a place to stash supplies and street clothes; plus it came with a full bathroom and a bed for the subs to rest on. 

Viggo guided Eric over to the bed and they set Orlando down on top of the soft cotton sheets. 

"I´ll take over from here," Viggo said. "You guys get dressed and we´ll meet you at Molly Malone´s." 

"Okay," Sean said. He gave Viggo a peck on the cheek. "That was one of the best scenes I´ve been in. Thanks, Vig." 

Eric clapped Viggo on the back. "Sean took the words right out of my mouth. That was completely mind blowing." 

"Thanks," Viggo said. "But I couldn´t have done it without you guys."  While Eric and Sean were getting cleaned up, Viggo fished out the bag of supplies that he had stashed underneath the bed earlier. 

He pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the cable tie around Orlando´s wrists, pausing to inspecting the reddened flesh for any signs of damage. Satisfied that the welts weren´t too deep, Viggo pulled out a container of wipes from his bag and used them to clean Orlando´s sticky body. 

He took his time, wiping up the spunk, lube, and sweat coating Orlando´s skin. He swiped the cloth over Orlando carefully, his reverent touches the complete opposite of the hard, brutal personality he had to assume earlier. 

They were alone by the time Orlando´s eyes fluttered open. "Hey you," Viggo said. "How are you feeling?" 

Orlando´s lips curled into a lazy smile. "Sore as fuck... and satisfied as hell. That was so utterly fantastic, man." 

Viggo stroked Orli´s dark curls and gave him a sweet, tender kiss. "You did good, especially considering Eric´s size. I pushed you pretty hard today.´

"Mmm...and I love you for it."  Orlando kissed the tip of Viggo´s nose. "I´m so lucky to have you." 

"I´m lucky to have *you*, baby."  He hugged Orlando and said, "Come on, let´s hit the showers. Eric and Sean are expecting us." 

"Right now? Can´t I have my usual post-scene nap?" 

"I don´t think this room is rented for that long, and it wouldn´t be polite to Sean and Eric."  Viggo replied. "Come on, get your lazy ass out of bed." 

"Lazy? You´re not the person who has an arsehole that feels like a cruise ship parked in it."  The pout was back again in full force. 

Viggo rolled his eyes. Orlando tended to get cranky if he was denied his nap. "And said person could take my entire fist and still be begging for more. Listen, babe, we should meet them, it´s partly business related." 

Orlando sucked on his bottom lip and frowned. "It is? How?" 

"When we were setting up the scene, I found out that Eric´s an accountant. He can help us with our taxes." 

Orlando suddenly became a whirlwind of motion that would put a tornado to shame. "What the fuck are you waiting for, man? Hot accountants await us!"  Orlando yelled out before he made a beeline for the showers. 

Viggo heard the rattle of the faucet and then the rush of water. He shook with laughter as he retrieved a bottle of Flying Fox out of his bag. Orlando had a one-track mind, but it was fun to exploit it. He paused to fish out the other necessary bath supply; namely, the pouf, and then made his way to the showers. 

The curtain pulled back once Viggo stepped in, revealing a very wet and utterly delectable looking Orlando. "You´re late," he purred. 

For once, Viggo was glad that his recovery time wasn´t what it used to be. Otherwise, they´d never get out of here. 

Viggo ignored the gigantic pout that greeted him when he began to soap up Orlando´s back instead of responding to his come on. "At least I got you motivated to get out of bed." 

"Hey man, if all accountants were as hot as Eric, taxes would get done in January. If there´s anything the world needs, it´s more smashing looking accountants."  He giggled and said, "Of course, if they *all* looked like Eric, they´d have to make Tax Day a sex holiday." 

Viggo laughed out loud. “I wouldn´t complain. Sex holidays would be a definite plus. You´re a genius, Orli.”

Orlando blew a raspberry at him. “Then write your congressman, you daft cunt. Let´s see if we can turn Tax Day´s bloody image around.”

“You´re nuts.”

A wicked gleam sparked in the depths of Orlando´s brown eyes. “If you succeed, I´ll agree to that Lucifer role-playing thing you wanted to do.”

Viggo almost dropped the bottle of gel. “W-what?”

“You heard me...are we on?”

Wheels were already turning in Viggo´s head. “Get that priest´s outfit ready, Orli. I´ll make you eat your words.”

It would probably never happen, but in Viggo´s mind, what was the use of living if you played it safe and dull the entire time? People needed to have things turned on their ear once in a while, and upsetting the natural balance of things was something Orlando excelled at. 

He smiled again, grateful that he had the love of this very special man. He couldn´t conceive of being with anyone else, and frankly, he didn´t want to. 

THE END

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