Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OB/VM

Summary: Orli pulls out his next surprise. 

Archive: Mirrormere, VOLA.  All others please ask. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: fisting depicted in this chapter, as well as wanking, exhibitionism, toy use, bondage, coarse language, and a dash of angst. 

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: This chapter is all for Ani, hope you enjoy! I tried to stick in a bunch of your favorite kinks, hope it was worth the wait and all of the teasing.  :)

Hugs to Salix for her support, even if you do encourage distracting bunnies.  :)

And many, many hugs and kisses to Elizabeth for providing inspiration and her insanity. 

By the way, the piece of anime I refer to really does exist.

Posted Nov.  2, 2004.

I´m trying to make my latest additions to the script when I hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. Minutes later, a warm bundle of excited Orli jumps onto the bed and deposits himself in my lap. 

"Miss me?"  he says, bouncing up and down. 

I kiss him on the tip of the nose. "Always." 

"I´m just glad that you don´t mind me clubbing with the Hobbits," he says while he takes off his sweat-drenched shirt. He looks at the clock and squeaks, "Christ! Is it *really* 1 am? I thought I left early!" 

"That is early for you." 

"Not when I have a make-up call at 5! Fuck!"  Orli grumbles. I smile with sympathy -- I know that he´s going to be too wound up to sleep for at least a couple of hours. He´s always buzzing with energy after he´s been out, and it takes him a while to calm down. 

"Anything I can do to help you relax?" 

Orli winds his arms around my neck. "You could do your homework," he says with a sensual purr. 

As soon as he mentions "homework", my cock hardens. He gave me my assignment earlier in the week, and I can´t wait to please him. 

Grinning, Orli leans over and pulls out the toybox. He flicks the latch open, and picks out a large dildo. I´m quaking with anticipation when he hands it to me along with a bottle of lube. 

"Go on," he says, reclining on his side. "Show me." 

I put my script aside and flip the cap open. After I squeeze out some gel onto my fingers, I spread my legs as far apart as they will go, giving Orli a good view of my shaved crotch. I push a finger in, gasping at the contact, and immediately craving more. Quivering, I prep myself, using my free hand to pull myself as open as possible. Orli licks his lips and unzips his fly, moaning as he palms his hard erection. 

"That´s right," Orli purrs, stroking himself. "Show me how much of a cock whore you are." 

I whimper, arching back as he talks. Damnit, he knows just how to arouse me with that sexy voice of his. 

"Hungry for more, slut?" 

"Yes," I groan, pushing another finger in, but avoiding my prostate. His orders -- I´m not allowed to touch that area unless I´m using the dildo. 

"You know what to do," he says, squeezing his cock until a drop of pre-come appears at the tip. 

Eyes fluttering, I grab the toy and ease it inside. This one is bigger than last night´s dildo, and I have to work it in carefully. After a few moments, I gasp as my muscles yield, letting out a hiss of pleasure as the firm silicone glides in and touches bottom. 

"You´re so needy," Orli continues. "Can´t be satisfied unless you´re being filled with a hot dick. You want some of this, don´t you?"  He squeezes his erection again, bringing it almost within reach. 

"Please," I whimper, turning so that I can rub against him. 

Orli scoots away in the blink of an eye and smiles mischievously at me. "Uh uh...you know what you should be doing." 

Moaning, I stroke my dripping cock, working my erection while I move the dildo inside of me, pushing it in as much as I can take before I buck upward, screwing my fist. 

Orli says, "God, I love watching you fuck yourself like that...seeing you spread your legs as wide as possible..." His breath hitches as his hand picks up speed. "I just want to throw you down right now and slam into your tight arse until you´re screaming my name..."

"Oh fuck..." Christ, he´s killing me with that voice of his. I can feel the tension thrumming in my entire body. "Orlando..." I choke out, jabbing the toy over my sweet spot until I´m writhing out of control on the bed. 

Orli´s hand is a blur now, and he´s tugging on his balls with his other hand. God, he looks so decadent...arching back, his tongue darting over his parted lips, looking at me with those bedroom eyes...fuck, I can´t hold it in any longer...

"That´s it...come for me," Orli husks. "I want to see you shoot your load all over yourself...and then I´m going to feed it back to you." 

"Oh God, YES!"  I scream as his sinful words tip me over the edge, feeling myself splatter all over my stomach and hand as my orgasm rips through me. 

Seconds later, Orlando lets out a breathy moan and his entire body stiffens. He then cries out, and I see his cock pulse, spurting hot liquid over his fingers. 

I watch as he rides out the aftershocks of his climax, enjoying how beautiful he looks in the throes of pleasure. A final shudder passes through him, and he slumps down in a boneless heap. I resist the urge to reach up and touch his cheek since he hasn´t indicated that we´re done. I wait, and soon enough, Orli drifts back down to reality. He immediately scoops my come up with his fingers and offers up his wet digits. 

I grab his hand, lapping up every single drop with enthusiasm. I keep my eyes locked with his as I lick his flesh clean, watching the last embers of desire flare in his gaze. After I give his hand a final, wet swipe; Orli smashes his lips against mine, his tongue coiling around my own, plundering my mouth until I´m dizzy. 

When we break for air, he grins like an idiot and says, "Brilliant."  I chuckle and he sticks his tongue out at me. "Piss off, you. You´re on cleanup duty tonight for making fun of me." 

"I´m always on cleanup duty whenever we play," I point out, letting out a little moan as I pull the dildo out. "Unless you´re changing our whole relationship dynamic? Are you going to become my elf bitch?" 

"Cheeky," he grouses while he attempts to push me off the mattress. "Go on, get that lot cleaned up. I´m knackered and I want to get some sleep." 

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I jump out and head for the bathroom. Once everything´s cleaned off, I come back, glaring when I notice that Orli has snuggled under the blankets on *my* side of the bed. 

I clear my throat. Orli blinks and tries his best innocent look on me. "What?" 

"Why do you always take the warm spot?"  I reply. 

"Because I´m always freezing my arse off, that´s why," he says, blowing a raspberry at me. 

I contemplate starting another pillow fight, but I really should get some sort of sleep. Shaking my head, I go over to the other side and get into the bed, spooning myself against Orli´s back, sighing with contentment as I wrap my arms around him. 

Once I settle down, I´m about to reach over and turn off the light when he says, "Vig, have you talked to Sean yet?" 

You know, I really didn´t want to talk about that. That just killed my post-orgasmic buzz. I stop cuddling with him and sit upright. "I was going to wait until the weekend." 

Orli flips over and scowls at me. "Damnit! It´s been almost a week, Vig, and Sean´s going to be flying out to England soon. Haven´t you dealt with the fact that your working relationship won´t get cocked up if he comes over to play with us?" 

Shit! Doesn´t he understand that I still need time? It´s not every day that you have your co-worker and friend erotically humiliate you. How can I do that and then act like nothing´s wrong the next morning? "Stop telling me what to do, elf boy." 

"And you told me to kick you in the arse if you act odd around Sean. Well, I´m kicking, and you´re doing shite!" 

"I said that I´ll handle this my own way." 

"But you shouldn´t..."

"Orlando! Just because you´re my top doesn´t mean that you can dictate what I do with the rest of my life! Why don´t you just fuck off?" 

Orli says quietly, "Fine. If you´re going to be pissy, I´d rather that you not sleep in the bed tonight." 

"What?" 

He tosses a pillow at me. "This is my bed. You can crash on the couch or go home, but fuck if I´m going to let you spend the night next to me." 

Shit. I want to argue more, but the cold look in Orli´s eyes tells me that this conversation is over. Tucking the pillow under my arm, I wander out into the living room and settle in. The couch is actually pretty comfy, but I toss and turn during the few hours left before we have to leave for work, getting no rest whatsoever. 

***

"Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hyn ú-... ortheri. Natha daged aen!" 

"Cut!"  Peter barks. "Orlando? Your accent is still a bit too British. Could we try it again?" 

"Shite!"  Orli says, running his hand through his wig. "I´m sorry, Peter; my brain´s just gone on holiday. I´ll get it right on the next take." 

Peter looks a bit worried and I don´t blame him. Both Orli and I look like shit, and Joanie clucked at the dark circles under his eyes. Neither of us said anything to each other this morning, and we´ve been keeping our distance from each other. 

We try another couple of takes, and Orli just can´t seem to get his delivery right. I´m not surprised, he´s always had a bitch of a time with these lines, and his Elvish is always the first thing to slip when he gets distracted. He also has a hard time looking me in the eye while we´re shooting this scene. However, when he does manage to force his gaze to meet mine, there´s more hurt in his expression than anger, which is definitely not the emotion that Peter was aiming for. 

"Bugger!"  Orli hisses when he blows another take. "Goddamnit, I´m *so* sorry about this. I thought I nailed it down during rehearsals..."

Peter claps his shoulder. "It´s all right, Orlando. Why don´t we all take a quick break and let your head clear?" 

Orli nods and wanders off the set, looking miserable. I see him grab his jacket, and fumble in his pocket for his cigarettes. Fuck, this is all my fault. He never smokes in the middle of the day unless he´s upset. I follow him as he disappears around the corner, hoping that he´ll let me talk. 

Knowing that Orli is oblivious as hell when he´s like this, I knock on the nearest surface first. Sure enough, he almost jumps out of his skin before he turns around. 

Poor baby. God, I really feel like a total shit now. That´s it; I´ve made up my mind. "Hey. Got a minute?" 

"Yeah, sure," Orli says as he lights up, resting his back against the trailer and not bothering to look at me. 

Fuck. Well, here goes nothing. "Um...I´m sorry about last night. You´re right, I´ve been dragging my ass. Forgive me?" 

Orli turns his head and his face lights up with that wonderful megawatt smile of his. "Of course I do, silly human!" 

Oh shit, knowing Orli, his next move will be to throw himself at me and hug me like a koala bear. Sure enough, I see him holding his arms out. 

I back away with phenomenal speed. "Orli! Stop!" 

"Huh?" 

I point to the cigarette dangling from his lips. 

Orli blinks and then says, "Oh, right. Sorry! Guess I´d better put this out, yeah?"  He locks his eyes with mine, and butterflies form in my stomach at the lust permeating his half-lidded gaze. My cock jumps in my pants as he takes a long drag on the cigarette, his cheeks hollowing obscenely as he sucks the hell out of it. 

With deliberate movements, he tosses the cigarette on the ground and pounces on me, sealing his lips over my own. I open for him, and he exhales into my mouth. God, my head spins as I taste Orli, his sweetness mixing with the acrid flavor of nicotine; feeling it curl over my tongue and form an addicting, heady brew. 

I suck on Orli´s bottom lip as we part, the escaping wisps of smoke blending in with our mingling breaths. He whimpers, pressing closer to me, and I run my hands over his back, wishing that I could feel his naked skin instead of the leather tunic he´s wearing. 

The spell is shattered by an assistant bellowing out our names somewhere in the distance. Shit, back to work. I give Orli a final kiss before I touch my forehead to his. 

"Ready to try it again?"  I say. 

"Yeah," Orli whispers. He kisses me on the nose and walks over to grind out the smoldering cigarette butt. "Let´s get back to work, filthy human." 

I smile at him. We´re going to be okay. 
***

Ah, time for lunch. Good. I walk over to Orli and give him a peck on the cheek. "I´m going to run out on an errand, okay? Save me something?" 

"Sure. What do you fancy today?" 

"You know me -- as long as it resembles food, I´ll eat it." 

Orli crinkles his nose. "Ew. I wish you´d get your tongue checked. You´re, like, always noshing on the food in the canteen that no one else will touch because it looks scary." 

"As if you´ve ever complained about what I stick in my mouth," I murmur, nuzzling his throat and pressing against his body. Mmm, he always smells good. 

"Fuck! Don´t get me started while I´m wearing these leggings! Bernard will never let me hear the end of it if I show up with a hard-on," Orli says, squirming against me. 

I laugh and smack him on the butt. "All right, I´ll let you go to lunch. But don´t bitch that I never do any favors for you." 

Orli sticks his tongue out before he bounces over to the canteen. "See you in a bit!"  he calls over his shoulder. 

I grin like an idiot before I head back to my trailer. My keys are in my jeans somewhere around here... ah, there they are. Shit, now I need something to cover up my costume...hmm, maybe it´s still in the coat rack... no, no, no...there it is! I grin as I pull out the huge cloak that Orli bought for me after I caught a lot of hell for trying to leave in my Aragorn gear a few months ago. 

I throw it on, and no one complains when I leave the set. Thank God...it just seemed fucking ridiculous to take everything off the last time just for a short trip to buy flowers for the Cuntebago. 

I drive into the first liquor store I can find and pick up two six packs of beer. Once I´ve paid for everything, I head back and stash everything in the fridge. Sean won´t be in here until the end of the day -- he´s off shooting with another unit. But that´s okay, I need to run my small plan for tonight by Orli first. 

***

When Sean arrives at the Cuntebago, he does his usual and chats only with Orli. Well, usual for the past week. When I started actively avoiding him, he took the hint and decided to give me some space. 

Orli says, "Sean, do you mind hanging out for a bit and keeping me company?" 

"No problem," Sean replies. 

"Thanks, man," Orli says, beaming. 

I let the two of them chat until Orli´s been de-elfed and the make-up artists clear out. Once they leave, Orli bounces up to my make-up chair and gives me a peck. "I´ll leave you two now," he says before he leaves, shooting a quick wink at Sean. 

Sean looks puzzled. "What the fuck?" 

"Just hang on a minute."  I run over to the fridge and retrieve the beer. When I return, I plop it down in front of him. "Your favorite. As a peace offering." 

"Peace offering? For what?" 

"For me being such a shit this past week." 

Sean says, "You were? Huh, I didn´t notice -- you´ve always been an obnoxious bastard." 

"Fucker." 

"Twat," he says, popping open his beer and holding it up for a toast. 

I open another bottle, and I tap it against Sean´s before we both take deep chugs. He gives me that devilish grin of his when he finishes, indicating that all´s forgiven. 

"So...do you have time to drop by before you leave?"  I ask. 

"Wish I did, Vig. Fran added a few more last minute scenes and the solicitor gave me a mountain of paperwork to go through before I fly back. Can I take a raincheck?" 

Damn. Serves me right for waffling. Oh well, at least I have something to look forward to in a couple of weeks. "Of course you can," I say before I give him a hug. 

***

Time flies pretty fast as I get caught up in the never ending cycle of work, coming home to review Aragorn´s lines, and putting on a show for Orli every evening. And he was right; I do have an exhibitionistic stream a mile wide. I really get off on playing with myself in front of him, and I´m sure that my enthusiasm has affected Orli. More than once, he´s interrupted me so that he could fuck me into the mattress instead. 

The dildos have gradually been getting thicker and thicker, but Orli still hasn´t revealed why he wants me to do this. I´m trying not to be impatient, but damnit, I wonder how long he´s going to keep me waiting. 

My question is answered after a couple of weeks. Orli insists on making breakfast that morning, which I´m happy to let him do since I´m running behind. 

When I sit down, though, there´s a bowl of fruit salad waiting for me. "Is this to tide me over while you finish up my omelet?"  I ask. 

Orli smiles. "Nope. That´s your breakfast." 

"Excuse me?" 

"That´s your breakfast." 

Fuck, it´s too early in the morning for pranks. "Does this have something to do with the fact that I conspired with Dom to put petroleum jelly on your arrows yesterday?" 

Orli shakes his head. "No. In fact, I want you to only eat fruits, vegetables, and whole grains today. Absolutely no meat, nuts, seeds, or fatty foods. And after dinner tonight, you´re fasting." 

"Did you fall and hit your head this morning?" 

Orli suddenly turns on his toppish voice. "That´s an order, you hear me? You *will* stick to this diet for the next two days." 

I bristle. What the fuck? "You said that we´d never mix work with play. If I follow your directions, it´ll bleed right over into filming." 

"Unfortunately, this can´t be helped. Now, eat your breakfast."  Noticing my intense glare, Orli comes closer and strokes my face. "Come on, Vig," he coos. "I know you love your meat, but trust me on this one? Please? It´ll be worth your while, I promise." 

Damnit, he´s turning on the puppy dog eyes. "All right, I give! But don´t expect me to like it." 

"You don´t have to, luv. You just have to obey," he says, his face breaking into a cheeky grin. 

***

"Hey, Viggo! What´s with the rabbit food?"  Dom says when I sit down to lunch with my salad. "I thought our ranger enjoyed nothing more than a hearty slab of meat." 

Great. Just what I was afraid of. "I thought I´d try something different." 

Orli settles down next to me with his generous helping of fettucini alfredo, and I try not to drool all over his plate. Goddamnit, he *knows* that I can´t have any. I´ve said it once and I´ll say it again. Evil fucking elf. 

Billy snickers. "Your salad isn´t even smothered in dressing like you usually have it. Looks like elven food." 

"Yeah, Viggo´s elf-whipped," Dom chimes in. 

"Shut the fuck up," I growl. Of course, Dom and Billy tease me without mercy through lunch, and Orli lets them get away with it. Whatever he has planned had better fucking be worth it, or I´m going to wring his neck when this is over. 

Just to avoid going nuts, I throw myself completely into Aragorn for the rest of the day. The ordeal I had to go through at lunch puts an edge to my performance that makes Peter incredibly happy. 

When we wrap for the day, Orli loops his arm through mine and pulls me close. "You were brilliant," he whispers. "Your anger at Theoden was just fantastic." 

I hiss back, "That´s because I was pissed as hell and I just channeled it for my scenes." 

"Oh, and why were you narked?"  Orli asks innocently while he´s taking a bite out of a decadent looking truffle. 

I grind my teeth. "Sadist." 

"Why thank you, luv."  He pats me on the cheek and seems unaffected by the fact that I´m giving him a stare that would freeze Kilauea over. "Now, now. You just have to hold on until tomorrow afternoon. Trust me, it´ll be worth it." 

"It had better be." 

Orli kisses me on the cheek. "I haven´t disappointed you yet, have I?" 

Damn, why does he always have to be right about that? "No, you haven´t. Come on, let´s go home." 

***

"All right, everyone...mission accomplished! That´s a wrap!" 

We all cheer at Peter´s announcement. He had promised to let us all off early if everything went smoothly today. Well, it did, which means that we get the afternoon off. 

Orli snuggles against me and says, "Now we get to see exactly how patient you are." 

"Excuse me?" 

He purrs, "When we get home, I want you to go out and take a walk on the beach for about half an hour. After you get back, you´ll see what I´ve been prepping you for." 

Fuck! Orli just knows me too well. I won´t go into detail about how many speed records I broke to get home. Let´s just say that I almost pissed the make-up artists off with my treatment of my wig, and several New Zealanders flipped me off while I was on the freeway. 

And, of course, now I get to hurry up and wait. Orli´s disappeared into the bedroom, which means that I need to vacate the house right now. Oh well, there could be worse things to do than walk on the beach. 

It´s slightly overcast today, and I let the wind ruffle through my hair. Orli´s lucky that he was given that particular house -- I´ll never get tired of smelling the salt from the ocean; or just watching the waves crash on the rocks, the water beating on the stone in an age-old rhythm, carving and shaping the unyielding material over time. I lose myself for a while, enjoying the stillness and the absence of noises from the modern world. Soon enough, though, I glance at my watch and I notice that my half hour is up. 

I practically sprint home, slowing down when I reach the door. After I let myself in, I notice Orli´s waiting for me in the living room. Oh, holy hell...he´s wearing black leather pants that are split completely up each side; the only thing holding it together is an elaborate criss-cross network of laces. To complete the picture, he´s also wearing a leather and spandex tank top that laces up the front in a similar fashion. 

The whole outfit is tight as sin, and I just want to suck on the bits of exposed flesh that are peeking out. Crap, he´s trying to kill me. 

Orli growls, "Take your clothes off and kneel." 

Like any well-trained sub, I obey without question. A shiver runs through my body when Orli strides behind me and locks my collar around my neck. 

"Now, off to the loo with you. I hooked up a shower shot for you to rinse off with. Come back to the bedroom after you´ve cleaned up." 

I don´t waste any time hopping into the shower and getting myself ready. As I´m drying myself, I avoid touching my aching cock. I want to save it all for Orli tonight. 

I stroll into the bedroom and I see some sort of bowl sitting on a stool at the foot of the bed. There´s a pillow covered with a thick towel on the mattress and a couple of latex gloves are laid out. 

"Onto the bed with you, stomach down. Put your hips on the pillow," Orli says. 

He doesn´t have to tell me twice. I scramble up on the bed and position myself. Orli grabs my wrists and fastens a set of leather cuffs on them. I´m trembling as he joins them together with a long strand of chain that he hooks around a post in the headboard. 

My cock starts leaking when I hear the snap of latex on his hand. Mmm, sounds like I´m in for some sweet torture tonight. 

The bed dips as he climbs in beside me, and I can feel his fingers ghosting over my spine. He purrs, "Do you know what I´m going to do to you tonight, slut?" 

"No," I whimper, tugging on my bonds. 

"I´m going to fuck you with my hand." 

A bolt of lust shoots straight to my cock, mixed with a small amount of fear. For how slight he is, Orli´s hands are actually pretty big. I try to shake off my jitters, reminding myself that I always can call my safeword if he goes too far. 

"Are you ready?"  he says, rubbing his gloved fingers over my hole. 

"Yes," I whisper. Despite myself, though, I start clenching. 

"Relax..." Orli says in a soothing voice, caressing me with his bare left hand. Shit, I just can´t chase the thought away of how much it´s going to hurt. 

A hot breath on my ass suddenly grabs my attention. Before I can even moan, Orli peels my cheeks apart and starts lapping around my entrance with his wet tongue. 

Sparks cascade through my nerves, and I push back, moaning for more contact. I convulse as he stabs his tongue inside of me, setting me on fire. 

Just as I´m about to cry out for more, I feel Orli moving away. My loud protest at being abandoned ends in a choked sound as he breaches me with a well-lubed finger. Oh God...so good... The small coil of tension within me has made me acutely aware of everything. His breath ghosting across my butt, the feather light touches skimming over my back. 

"That´s it," he purrs, adding another one. 

Damnit. I´m trying to fuck myself on his fingers, but I don´t have any leverage. "Patience...you´ll get what you want soon enough," he says. 

A third finger is added, and I come out of my haze long enough to realize what´s coming next. I start clenching again, but Orli distracts me by brushing his fingers over my sweet spot. 

"Orlando..." I moan out. I start biting my lip out of anxiousness, and Orli responds by rubbing my prostate again. 

"You´re doing great," he coos. "Don´t worry; the dildo you last practiced with was a lot bigger." 

He continues to talk in a soft, calm voice, rubbing my back with his free hand while he carefully twists his digits inside of me. I moan and try to buck against him, rattling the chain. 

"There we go...are you dying to be filled?"  I´m incoherent at this point, and all I can do is mewl in response. He leans down and licks my ear. "I know you want it...you´re so hot that my fingers feel like they´re getting scorched."  Another shock runs through my body. "You´re practically dripping right now...go on, tell me what you want." 

"Please," I gasp out, "Give me more." 

"So eager," he says with a husky laugh. 

He wiggles a fourth finger in, pulling his hand back slightly to make room. I keep my breathing even, that is, until a huge jolt sizzles through all of my nerves. Oh fucking shit, all of his digits are gliding over my prostate now. 

A loud whimper escapes my throat, and Orli says, "Oh yeah, you like this, don´t you? You just can´t get enough inside of your hot little arse...you´re so fucking shameless." 

His fingers swirl over my sweet spot again, and I scream at the top of my lungs. As much as I can, I try to push back, only to have the motion thwarted by my bonds. 

He chuckles. "Is my slut still hungry?" 

"Yes...oh please," I moan. 

"Then don´t move," he hisses. 

There´s a small push and I wince as I feel my hole stretching. Oh God, he´s pushing his thumb in. Orli notices the resistance and pulls back for a bit, letting me settle down. Once I manage to calm myself, he tries again, that last digit entering at a measured pace. 

Christ, it feels like parts of me are splitting off, spinning into the void. It takes everything I have to not thrash around...fuck, the pressure on my sweet spot is incredible, and I just feel myself starting to come apart at the seams. 

Orli´s dropping lazy kisses along my spine. "Ready for the last of it?" 

Quaking, and not trusting my voice, I nod. Using his free hand, Orli adds more lube and slowly presses forward. I keep exhaling, trying to remain placid while my hole expands to its limits... fuck, that´s too much...I´m about to tell Orli to stop, but then he pushes past the guardian ring...

"Fuck!"  I cry out, shuddering as the rest of his hand sinks into me. 

"Can you feel it?"  he says in a throaty voice. "I´m in up to my wrist." 

I just nod dumbly. Oh my God, he´s all the way inside of me...and it´s the most fucking incredible feeling in the world. I´m so full, touching so much of him all at once. The realization that Orli is literally holding my life in his hands and the knowledge that I´m surrendering to an incredible degree to him just reduces my brain to putty. 

Something sparks on another level, and I just feel connected to him by more than my five senses. I can´t describe it...it´s almost as if I can tell what emotions are going through him right now, what he´s thinking...everything. 

"I´m going to move," Orli says before he rotates his hand by a slight amount, curling his fingers into a fist. 

Oh my God, what was that? I just feel like I´ve mainlined a huge quantity of adrenaline. I´m climbing higher, soaring, my senses spinning out of control...oh God, more... more, Orlando...I can´t register anything that he´s saying...all I can think about is flying...yes, more... oh fuck Orli...fuck fuck...ohGodfuckingyes...ORLI! 

Everything suddenly splinters into little shards around me. I scream for what seems like an eternity, as my orgasm builds upon itself, snowballing until I explode in a blast of pure euphoria...and then the world goes black. 

***

"Viggo, are you okay, luv?"  Orli´s voice says, piercing through the darkness. 

Oh man...I feel like I´ve been through a wringer. My ass is sore as hell...hmmm, I´m not tied up any longer, and I´m lying on my back now. Orli´s snuggled up next to me, petting my hair. 

"I´m fine," I croak. 

"I´m so chuffed," Orli says. "I wasn´t sure if you could take it all." 

"I wasn´t sure, either. Thank you, baby, it was definitely worth the wait."  I hug him, feeling a residual tingle throughout my body. "God, I love you so much!" 

Orli´s still smiling, and I know what he´s thinking -- he really can´t put into words how much trust and openness passed between us during the scene. "I love you, too," he replies, but I know that he means so much more; he´s so happy that it looks like he´s about to burst from sheer joy. 

I nuzzle the sweat-damp skin on his neck, inhaling his scent and cherishing it. A thought occurs to me. "Um, did you get a chance to come?" 

He nods. "Wanked myself after I worked my hand back out. You were out for quite a long time. Although I didn´t have a chance to clean everything up."  He nods towards the lube he used. 

I glance over. God, the stuff is almost the consistency of melted caramel. "Orli, where in hell did you get lube that thick?"  I ask, curious about it. 

"Oh man, that´s right, you haven´t seen it before," he says. He reaches under the bed, pulls out a plastic bottle and assumes the voice of a television announcer. "This is J-Lube, a powdered concentrate that turns into slippery goo when you add water."  He gestures at it like one of the models showcasing the prizes on "The Price is Right."  "It´s quite cost efficient, and it´s the lube of choice for pervy drama students on a budget." 

I snicker. "Okay, babe, thanks for the commercial. Where do you get this stuff?" 

"Veterinary supply houses," Orli deadpans. 

"Uh huh," I reply, staring into his eyes. I wait for him to giggle and tell me he´s kidding, but he just calmly looks at me. Oh shit...he *isn´t* kidding. 

My jaw drops open and Orli falls over laughing. "God, I love it when you gawp like that, Vig! It´s true... the vets use it when they examine horses." 

"Fuck! I am *never* going to look at Uraeus the same way again." 

Orli chuckles. "And we should move our arses and shower, because we´re due at Elijah´s in an hour for Movie Night." 

"Oh no, I´m not going anywhere," I say firmly. 

***

"Viggo! It´s about fucking time!"  Elijah says as he opens the door. 

Yeah, despite the fact that I really wanted to stay home, Orli had his way. He generally does. Damn those puppy dog eyes. 

"Oi! Looks like someone had some fun this afternoon! The ranger is walking funny," Dom says. 

Billy snickers, "Had a good rogering, eh? Although I never thought Orli would be on top." 

Shit. I was hoping that I could disguise the fact that I´m really bow-legged right now. Figures that my co-stars could detect when I´m acting. 

"Oh, sod off, you cunts!"  Orli replies. "Of *course* I´m on top. Viggo can´t resist my gigantic trouser snake." 

"Ew! Too much information!"  Elijah says, clapping his hands over his ears. 

"Gigantic, my arse. We all know that Viggo´s quite large," Dom says. 

"We do?"  Billy replies. 

Dom looks embarrassed. "Well, um, yeah. Shite, didn´t you see ´Indian Runner´, Bills?" 

Orli interrupts, "Why in fuck did you rent that one out? Having designs on my man?" 

"Uh...well, you know how the Yank blokes get the wind up about doing full frontal scenes. I heard about Viggo´s, and I wanted to see if it was a myth or not." 

"And who told you?"  I ask. 

"Um...Philippa." 

Orli chuckles. "Figures. She´s got it bad for you, Vig." 

Elijah lifts his hands up. "Are we done now? I´d like to fucking start the tape before it gets late." 

I squeeze Orli´s delectable ass, which causes him to yelp and forget about pretty much anything he´s said. "Yeah, go ahead and play the movie," I say. 

As we head towards the living room, Dom sidles up to me. "So, no details?"  he whispers. 

I shake my head. "It was incredible, and that´s all I´m going to say. It was almost transcendental..."

Dom rolls his eyes. "Spare me from the mushy, romantic shite." 

"I don´t think you´d believe Viggo anyway," Orli says, kissing me on the lips. Figures that he would eavesdrop. "Come on, let´s settle down and watch a movie." 

"Let´s do that," I reply. Of course, it´s Elijah´s turn to pick the movies, which means that it could be anything. 

"So, what are you inflicting on us tonight?"  Orli asks as he cuddles next to me on the couch. 

"You´ll see," Elijah says with an evil grin. Uh oh, I have a feeling that he´s in one of *those* moods. 

Orli whispers in my ear, "Bugger! I hope he didn´t bring something fucked up again. I couldn´t decide whether to laugh or to toss my cookies the last time he provided the entertainment." 

I try to avoid smirking at Orlando´s distress. Elijah had gotten a hold of a piece of Japanese animation that was...interesting. "It wasn´t that bad, the giant demonic penis cannons showed a lot of creativity." 

"*You* are also seriously nutters. And whatever he brought tonight is probably more of the same. Shite, why couldn´t he pick something normal?" 

"Because none of us are." 

Orli giggles. "Yeah, I suppose you´re right. And I wouldn´t have it any other way." 

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