Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Warnings: this is for the whole series - BDSM, harshlanguage, toy use, extreme kink (specifics will be posted per chapter)

Summary: Viggo discovers a new side to Orlando...

Archive: Please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

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: After the positive response Elizabeth and I received for "Mango, Squash, and Kink," I decided to try this re-spin on "Rewarded" with a different ViggOrli couple.  As co-conspirator for that series, I felt that there were too many tasty scenarios to just let one couple have fun with our ideas.  :)

Many, many thanks to Elizabeth for her encouragement and for blessing this series. 

Originally posted Sept.  5th, 2003

"Cut! That´s it for today, people!" 

I run the back of my hand over my forehead. Our days have been getting pretty long and exhausting now, but I feel a new surge of energy as I meet Orli´s eyes. 

I beam at him as he trudges over. He´s so damn beautiful, and I feel that giddy, I´ve-got-a-new-love thrill jumping through my body as I watch him walk up to me. We´ve officially been a couple for a mere two weeks, but really, we´ve been together for about a month total. 

Compared to my marriage, that´s barely a drop in the bucket, but we feel so right together that I bet you a year out from now, I´ll still get that weak in the knees feeling when Orli gives me one of his megawatt smiles. 

Most of the Fellowship thought it was inevitable that we´d get together. We became close friends pretty quickly, and after Orli broke up with his girlfriend Jemma, he came over to my place to cry on my shoulder. I insisted that he spend the night in my bed, because of his back, while I slept on the couch. 

We still had to go to work, so I spent time with him while we were waiting for everyone to get set up, comforting him as best I could. After we wrapped, he asked if he could stay at my house for a few days, since his own had too many painful memories. 

I agreed, and we stayed up most of the night talking with each other. This pattern repeated itself, and the few days stretched out into a week. The week became two weeks, then three. 

Then came that fateful night. We were watching a movie after dinner, and Orli was draped over me, as usual. During the course of the movie, his casual petting of my hair drifted down to my neck, arousing me beyond all belief. I turned to look at him, and saw desire and tenderness shining in his gaze. He took my breath away, and as I was drowning in those beautiful chocolate brown eyes, he drew me closer for a kiss. 

The kiss inevitably led to more. We spent a wonderful night together, but I´m not stupid. Knowing that Orli was still on the rebound, I wanted to take things slowly, which he agreed to. At least I tried to. After two weeks, it was pretty apparent that we were head over heels in love with each other. 

"Hey, Vig! Time to beat it out of here!"  he says, wrapping an arm around my waist and interrupting my reverie. "Unless you *like* being dirty." 

I smile. "All right. But let´s shower and spend the night at your place." 

His grin fades a bit. "My place?" 

"It´s only fair. You´ve been practically living at mine for the last two months, and your house is closer. Staying there will save us about twenty minutes of travel, and I need to catch up on whatever sleep I can." 

Orli smiles sheepishly at me. That boundless energy of his extends to the bedroom, and I can never sleep when I´m with a new lover, so we´re usually still up when the sun rises. I´m pretty used to going without rest for extended periods of time, but Orli´s taxing my limits. Not to mention that we have an early make-up call tomorrow. 

"Besides, I´d like to try something that we can only do at your house," I say. 

Orli´s eyebrows shoot up. "What?" 

"It´s a surprise," I purr. 

He pouts immediately. I keep my voice throaty and say, "You´ll love it, I promise."  The pout turns into one of his wonderful smiles and he says, "If you´re going to talk like *that*, then why are we wasting time yapping here?" 

I see him sprint off towards costuming, and I shake my head. He´s irrepressible sometimes, and I love him for it. 

By the time I get out of make-up, he´s waiting outside the Cuntebago, tapping his toe impatiently. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him until his knees turn to water. He whimpers softly as we part. 

"Sorry I kept you waiting," I say. "Did that make up for it?" 

"More than enough. I´ll drive." 

"Okay."  Something bugs me about that, but I forget what it is. 

After we hop into his car, I suddenly remember why this is a bad idea. Orli drives like a maniac whenever sex is in the equation. I think I carved new furrows into his "Oh Shit!"  handles on the way back. 

However, he´s going to be very, very smug if I let him know that, so as he pulls into the driveway, I relax my death grip and try to look nonplussed. 

I shouldn´t have worried. Orli just scampers out of the car and is in his house before I´ve finished pulling out all of my crap from the backseat. 

Shaking my head, I walk into his front door, but there´s no sign of him. Where the fuck...hmm, judging by that loud crash, it sounds like he´s tearing through the bedroom. 

I close the door behind me, and I hear Orli shout, "Don´t come back here yet, Vig, this room´s a disaster area!" 

I shake my head as I look around his messy house. I´d hate to see what he calls a disaster area, because I can barely tell that he has a floor in his living room. I hope to God that he´s not growing new lifeforms in his fridge. 

I put Anduril down on a mound of paper that I *think* is covering a table. Fuck, I can´t put my script down around here; it´ll get sucked into the massive piles of random stuff decorating everything. 

"Orli! I´m not a neat freak. Don´t worry about straightening up." 

"Two seconds, Vig..."

"Orli," I say warningly as I start down the hallway. I really, really want to take a shower right now, and I´m feeling a bit impatient. 

"Done!"  he says as I stop outside the partially closed door. 

I push it open and I blink. Clothes are still all over the floor and the bed is still unmade. There are a bunch of scripts in a heap on one side of it, and carcasses of consumed beers and sodas are still decorating the nightstand. 

I´d really hate to see what this room looked like before. I´m about to open my mouth to thank him when I see a large box sticking out a bit haphazardly from underneath the bed. 

"What that?"  I ask. 

Orli shuffles a bit and says, "Um, nothing."  He kneels down and pushes it further under the bed. 

That´s odd. We´ve always been really open with each other. "Do you want to talk about it?" 

Orli looks me in the eye and says, "Viggo, I want to ask you a favor."  I can tell by the sound of his voice that he´s completely serious about his request. 

"Anything." 

"Please don´t look in the box. There´s stuff in there that´s very private. Stuff I can´t share with you right now." 

He looks very pained. Shit, there must be letters, photos, and other things from Jemma in there. 

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss him until I can feel his toes curling. "I promise. And thank you for cleaning up." 

Orli looks a bit dazed, so I kiss him again until his knees buckle. "Let´s take a shower," I purr. 

Well, that was enough to snap Orli out of his daze. I´ve never seen anyone strip that fast, and I swear he teleported into the bathroom. 

As I leisurely take off my clothes, I can hear him running the shower. I know it´s going to take a while for the hot water to kick in, and I hear Orli cursing at the heater because it´s being sluggish. 

By the time I finish and walk in, the bathroom is filled with steam. Perfect. 

I pull back the curtain and grin at Orli. He´s basking in the stream of hot water pouring out from the shower, and he looks utterly delectable with the water beading on his skin and the mohawk plastered to his skull. 

"Took you long enough," he says cheekily, sticking his tongue out as I step into the tub. 

"I wanted to make sure that you got to the hot water first. You need it for your back." 

He flings his wet body against me, "And you are the most considerate boyfriend on Earth. You deserve a nice snog for that."  His lips meet mine, and I open my mouth, capturing his tongue with my own and sucking gently on it. 

He moans sweetly, and I slide my tongue into his mouth, exploring the soft folds. Orli´s body is slick from the water, and I run my hands over his soft skin, feeling the heat radiating from him. He presses himself closer, and I angle ourselves so that the water is cascading over both of us, warming us until we´re both flushed. 

He protests when I break our kiss, but I smile at him mischievously as I pick up the bar of soap. I work it between my hands until I have a huge amount of lather and then I reach down and slowly soap up his cock, feeling it harden almost immediately in my hands. 

Orli whimpers and grips my shoulders, wobbling briefly before he starts thrusting in my hand. I slick my thumb over the head, listening to his small cries. 

"More," he breathes. 

I smile and begin nibbling on his neck as my hand starts stroking his cock. Something in the shower rack catches my eye and I grin from ear to ear. 

Orli´s looking at me quizzically, and I say, "You keep lube in the shower?" 

"I´m a growing boy with needs," he says dryly. 

I kiss him lightly. "Don´t be mad. I just love that you´ve made my life easier."  I rinse off my hands, grab the lube, and pour some of the liquid onto my fingers. Just like I figured. Silicone-based. 

I soap up my left hand again and wrap it around Orli´s cock. He gasps and his head falls back onto the tiles, as I slickly pull on the velvety skin. 

As I´m pumping his shaft, I nudge one of my fingers at his entrance. He shamelessly parts his legs, letting out another long moan as I slide a finger into him. 

Fuck, he´s so hot and tight inside. He´s eagerly pushing his hips down, so I slide another finger in and start pumping them while I continue to work his cock. 

His mouth is open now, and he´s panting raggedly. I know he´s not going to last long, so I twist my wrist as my hand works him rapidly, curling my fingers forward at the same time. 

He convulses immediately, arching up as he comes with a breathy cry. I continue pumping him until he starts to soften and then I lean in to kiss his lush mouth. 

He slides his tongue over mine, making some delightful noises as I gently tease it. He whines again when I have to come up for air. 

"That was just to take the edge off," I say as I rinse my hand clean. "Now here´s your surprise."  I reach behind him and unhook the massager head. 

Orli grins. "I like the way you think." 

"Just you wait."  I change the settings so that it pulses water and then I spin Orli around. As if he´s read my mind, he bends over, bracing himself against the wall with his hands. I run the hot water down his spine, following the spray with my fingers. I finally stop when I reach that perfect ass of his, letting the water cascade over his round cheeks. 

"Vig," he breathes as he arches his back, trembling. 

I drop to my knees and angle the water at the crack of his butt. I hear him moan again, and I gently pull his cheeks apart, swirling the massager head so that the pulsing water hits his entrance. 

Orli sighs and pushes his hips back in a blatant demand for more. I pull my hand back a bit, so that the streams hit the small of his back before they sheet down over his ass and down the cleft, causing Orli to make some very appreciative noises. As he´s purring, I lean in and slowly run my tongue over the tiny pucker, catching some of the water as I circle around. 

He stiffens up, quivering and moaning. I continue tracing around the pink opening, splashing the hot water around, feeling the wetness drip from my beard. As Orli´s fingernails start digging into the tiles, I stab my tongue deep into him. 

He gurgles incoherently, and he´s pressing back, urging me to go deeper. I oblige him, plunging my tongue in as far as it will go and licking him open. 

He squirms and practically comes apart underneath my tongue. The increasing volume of his whimpers and his writhing is making my cock throb out of control. I need to be in him, now. I pull back and replace the shower head before I quickly grab the lube and slick up my erection. 

Orli´s panting now, and he looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes pleading with me. I add some lube to my fingers and ease one into him. 

He cries out and he says raggedly, "Now...Vig, need you now," looking at me with those irresistible puppy dog eyes. To illustrate his point, he pushes his ass back until it´s gently nudging against me. 

Needing no more prompting, I slide into him, making the two of us sharply inhale. God...he always feels so good. I start a slow pace, and Orli arches like a cat, purring softly. Mmm, he´s so sweet...oh fuck, the conniving little imp has decided I´m not going fast enough and he´s rotating his ass around. Shit...he knows that drives me crazy. 

As if on cue, Orli gyrates again and squeezes my cock as hard as he can. Whatever thoughts I had just completely fly out the door and I start slamming into him. He mewls loudly and pushes back to meet each one of my thrusts. 

"Harder!"  he yells as he reaches down to stroke his cock, gyrating his ass obscenely. That snaps the last of my rapidly fraying control and I just start pistoning into him, his loud moans of encouragement driving me into a frenzy. 

I keep up the hard pace until he suddenly screams my name and clamps down on me as his orgasm washes over him. 

That´s enough to send me over the edge, and I bury myself deep inside him before I climax, my entire body shuddering. 

My head´s still spinning as I come down, and I have to brace myself against the tiles to keep from falling over. Orli pulls himself off my cock and he whimpers at the loss. I´d join him in complaining, but I´m still trying to steady myself. 

He leans over and kisses me sweetly. "Thank you." 

I´m still having trouble talking, so Orli picks up the soap and starts trying to get the lube off of my cock. Strangely enough, it comes off pretty easily. 

I blink at him and he says, "C´mon Vig, I go through bottles of this stuff. It would be really daft of me if I didn´t also have soap that works well on it." 

"Bottles? Isn´t your cock sore from jerking off that much?" 

He bats at my hair and says, "Wanker! It´s a figure of speech." 

Oh right. Shit, I must be more tired than I thought. "Sorry, I think you blew out my brain." 

Orli laughs and starts washing the rest of me. I finally reconnect with my synapses and I start washing him, too. I´m really exhausted now, and Orli looks pretty beat, so we just clean up quickly, instead of trying to grope each other again. 

***

While we snuggle in bed afterward, I lightly kiss Orli´s lips. "That was great, baby. I love fucking in the shower." 

Orlando laughs and says, "Well, I´m glad to indulge you."  He snuggles his head on my chest and I run my fingers through his mohawk. "Anything else you´d love to do, old man, or do you want to surprise me?" 

"Mmm...I´ve had my chance. I think it´s fair for me to do one of yours. What do you fantasize about, Orlando?"  I grin at him, wondering what that devious little mind of his would cook up. He´s got a very active imagination, and I´m sure he has plenty of ideas. 

What I´m not prepared for is Orli stiffening up slightly. I pet his mohawk some more and say, "Orli, I won´t be offended."  I pull him up to look deep into his eyes. "You can tell me anything...I´m not naive."  Poor elf boy, he´s probably shy about something racy, like fucking in a drive-in. 

Orli´s gaze is steady as he says, "I´d love to push you to your knees, tie your hands behind your back, and have you suck me off." 

What? Did I just hear him right? I´m glad that I´m an actor, otherwise my mouth would be hanging open right now. 

Orlando continues, "That box that´s under the bed? That´s equipment that I´ve been accumulating for years. Ever since I first started topping."  He looks at me again, and I know that he´s afraid that I´ll say something hurtful. 

I stroke his cheek and say, "I´m sorry, Orli, I´m just not into kinky sex. Is that all right?" 

He says cautiously, "How do I know that you´re not telling me what you just said to make me feel better?" 

Oh God, I have to make sure I state this right. "I swear to you that I have no problem with anything. I promise." 

Orli hops out of bed and says, "Tell me that again after you´ve looked into the box."  Before I can stop him, he´s pulled it out and flipped open the lid. 

"Orli?"  I say as I look at the contents. 

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end part 1