Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OB/SB/VM

Warnings: Some pretty harsh humiliation play (don´t say I didn'twarn you), simulated rape, role-playing, cream facial, coarse language, snowballing, and tongues meet floors. 

Summary: Giving Sean a going away present. 

Archive: Mirrormere, VOLA.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Always appreciated.

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: Sorry for the length, but this chapter has one of the nastiest and not very sexy pieces of humiliation play that I´ve ever written. 
I originally didn´t mean for it to come out that way, but that´s where my muses led me.  It´s something that had to be explored, since men tend to get into humiliation play, and not all of it is nice. 

That said, the reason why this chapter is so long is because I didn´t want to leave people hanging after the intense scene. 

Many thanks to Salix for her suggestions and ideas, and a big smooch goes to Elizabeth for encouraging me to run with this thing.  Thank you for supporting me and preventing me from toning it down, babe. 

And yeah, I know, Orli kills coffee makers.  But I started the series before that little tidbit came out. 

Posted Oct.  17, 2005

Sean is grinning from ear to ear when we stumble into the Cuntebago for our morning call. "Looks like someone´s had a good night. Do you need a soft cushion for your chair, Vig?" 

I feel a slight tingle in my groin as I replay parts of last night´s role-playing. "Fuck you," I say without heat. "My ass is fine." 

"But he´s got carpet burn all over his back and his shoulders are a wee bit sore," Orli adds with a knowing smirk. "And I gave him a hell of a bruise on his hip." 

"Ah, young love..." Sean says, fluttering his eyelashes. 

"Shut it, you wanker! Vig just wanted a bit of rough and tumble." 

Sean´s grin widens. "I´m not surprised. He grabs every opportunity he can to wrestle with me." 

Okay, I´d better divert this conversion before they start talking about me as if I´m not here. I squeeze Orli in a bear hug and push up his sleeve. "Would you believe that these skinny little arms can toss me around like nobody´s business? When Orli jumped me last night, he slammed me to the ground using some sort of judo hold before I could lay a finger on him." 

Sean doesn´t even react. "Nope, not surprised at all. They teach classes on how to do that sort of thing in the BDSM community." 

"What?" 

Orli beams when he sees my confused expression. Evil fucking elf. "You wouldn´t believe how many big, burly men really love the idea of tiny women overpowering them. It sounded like something I could use, so I took lessons as soon as I could free up the time. And it was cool, man, I was the tallest one there." 

"That´s because you were the only bloke," Sean remarks. 

"Cunt," Orli growls. 

"Sod off." 

Before the argument can degenerate more, the door creaks open, signaling the fact that Tanya´s arriving. The three of us scatter and vault into our chairs. It´s best not to incur the wrath of your make-up artist; otherwise you´ll wind up looking like a drag queen. 

When Tanya steps in, we all smile at her, trying to look as innocent as possible. She groans and says, "I know you three have been up to something. One of these mornings, I´m going to catch you three arsing around, and then there´s going to be hell to pay." 

"We weren´t doing anything," Orli says. 

"Uh huh, right," she replies, taking our wigs off the shelf and inspecting them. While she´s setting up, I chuckle to myself, imagining what would have happened if we had been less alert. 

"What´s so funny, Viggo?"  she asks. 

"Oh, nothing."  Some things are best left unsaid, and I´m sure our earlier conversation qualifies as one of them. 

****

I start losing track of the days -- everything is just crashing down at a frantic pace. The script changes are now affecting huge chunks of the movie, fights still need to be blocked out and aren´t even close to being done, there are sets that still haven´t been built, and several key moments don´t even exist on paper. And I´m not even counting the CGI that has to go into all three films. Everyone´s working non-stop to make it happen, and I pitch in when I can between takes -- helping the crew lug stuff around, cleaning up; whatever I can do to make things go faster. 

The breakneck pace just increases my need to play, but with our crowded schedules it´s hard for us to find the time to do it. We wind up just setting aside Tuesdays every week to do a scene, rain or shine, which usually means that we´re zombies on Wednesdays. 

Frankly, I find it more relaxing than sleep, although Tanya always bitches at us the next day for the dark circles under our eyes. Just to keep the peace, I show up every Wednesday morning with a box of Swiss truffles. 

Our routine is interrupted one day when Sean stumbles into the Cuntebago later than usual. He looks dejected, but before I can ask what´s wrong, he says, "Well, it´s official. Pete says that I´m filming my last scene next week." 

Orlando looks crestfallen. "Fuck, already? Feels like you just got here, mate." 

"We only have three months left, it makes sense," Sean replies. 

My stomach sinks. We´ve been living in each other´s pockets for so long here that it feels like a dream. But the fact that Sean is leaving just bursts the comfortable bubble that I´ve been floating in and brings some hard facts back to reality. One of which is that Orli and I will have to do a lot of thinking as to how we´re going to maintain a long distance relationship. 

I wish to God I could go with him to India after we wrap, but it wouldn´t be fair to Henry. Unfortunately, this means that it´s going to be a long while before we see each other again. I already know that Orli´s signed up for three films, and more offers keep coming down the pike on a frightening basis. 

Sean´s yelp of surprise interrupts my wool-gathering. I look up to see what´s grabbed his attention, and my face cracks into a wide smile when I see that that Orli has deposited himself into Sean´s lap. 

"I´m going to miss you, you daft bastard," Orli murmurs, throwing his arms around Sean and hugging him tightly. "We had some good times, yeah? Once you thawed out when we were trapped together after that landslide, that is." 

"Shite, don´t remind me about it," Sean says. 

Orli sticks his tongue out. "Sod off. It wasn´t that bad, was it?" 

Sean holds up his hand and begins to tick points off with his fingers. "Let´s see, you were in an exclusive relationship with a vanilla person, so you either tortured me with dull locker room talk about how great it was to shag on the couch instead of the bed or else you´d tell me about how Jemma got daring once and decided to play with chocolate body paint; you´d get squiffy after two glasses of wine and then you´d sing off-key; and you´re a noisy bugger when you wank." 

Orli gives Sean an evil glare. "I am *not* noisy," he growls. "Am I, Vig?"  He says, looking to me for support. 

I bite down on my lip, trying very, very hard not to laugh or even snort. If I do, I´m a dead man. I waggle my head mutely, knowing that if I open my mouth, I´ll just lose it. 

"Oh *thanks*," Orli says, pouting. "Don´t make me come over there and slam your arse into the ground." 

Before I can give Orli a comeback, he squeaks in surprise. I´m about to ask him what´s wrong when the door bangs open and Tanya appears. 

"All right, time for you to stop being cuddly," she says without batting an eyelash. Of course, I didn´t expect her to -- Orli´s pretty infamous for lap crawling. I think the only person in the Fellowship that he hasn´t sat on is John. 

Orlando shoots his best puppy dog eyes in her direction. "But I just got comfortable, luv. Can´t I stay here a while longer?" 

Tanya sighs. "No. I need to get to work or Carolyn will have my arse in a sling. Don´t even try pouting, Orlando, you know that I´m used to it by now."  When Orli doesn´t move, she flips her wrist up and glances at her watch. "You have two minutes to get off Sean or else you´re going to have frosted pink lips and glitter eyeliner today." 

Orli shoots me a quick "help" look and flicks his eyes quickly to the side. Following his gaze, I see that Sean looks really flustered. In fact...shit, I recognize that expression because I´ve had it myself; something´s gotten Sean hot and bothered, leaving him with an embarrassing erection. 

Tanya clears her throat again, giving Orli the Glare of Death. I need to distract her. Now. Reaching into my bag, I fish out this morning´s offering of truffles. 

"Tanya, could you possibly start working on me, first? I´ll hand feed you chocolate if that´s what it takes." 

She spots the box and beams at me. "Now there´s a bribe that I can get behind."  She sidles up to me and picks up my wig. "Could you start with the raspberry creme one first?" 

"Your wish is my command," I say with such deference that she giggles. While she´s transforming me to Aragorn, I dutifully pop truffles into her mouth, trying not to get melted chocolate all over my fingers. 

Now that she´s occupied, I replay our earlier conversation, trying to figure out what caused Sean to sport some serious wood. Let´s see...they joked about the landslide incident, then Sean teased Orli... and then Orli threatened to slam me into the ground... That must be it. I almost grin to myself; I love it when Orli pins me down, so I don´t blame Sean for getting hard at the thought. 

Using my peripheral vision, I notice that Orli has climbed out of Sean´s lap. He starts bouncing around the Cuntebago, chattering at his usual five million miles a minute until Tanya´s done with me. He then launches himself into his chair, settling down as Tanya pulls out his elf ears from a bag. 

While she´s applying them, she says in a playful tone, "Well that certainly took you long enough to get unglued from Sean. Don´t tell me that you´re shopping for another boyfriend?" 

"Nah, those Northerners are too rough on delicate me. I´ll stick with my smelly ranger." 

"That´s natural musk, Elf Boy," I grumble back. 

Orlando turns his nose up and sniffs the air with delicacy. "Oh, is that what you call it? I don´t know about you, but I think your costume is getting pretty manky. If Aragorn were real, I´m sure he´d rinse it more often than you have." 

Sean adds, "If you ask me, Viggo is taking this authenticity thing way over the top. I heard that he crawled through horse shite yesterday." 

"Ewww!"  Orli says. 

I try to avoid looking smug. I knew that it wouldn´t be long before that little incident spread on the grapevine. While it´s true that I did accidentally stick my arm and chest in some crap, the costuming people came in right afterward and cleaned the spots as best as they could. I asked everyone to keep quiet about getting the stain treated, because a wicked idea was forming in my mind. 

Orli´s not too swift on some things, and it looks like this happens to be one of them. Guess he doesn´t remember what happened later in the day. Oh well, it´s just a matter of waiting...

After a few minutes, I see a flash of insight sparking in Orli´s eyes. Here it comes...Three, two, one... 

Orli turns to me and his eyes narrow. "Wait...you did this yesterday? Didn´t you bear hug me after we wrapped?" 

"What´s the matter, baby? I brushed it off beforehand," I reply, grinning evilly at him. 

Tanya immediately backpedals away from his chair. I brace myself for the inevitable explosion, but all Orli does is give me one of his megawatt smiles. 

"You´ve got an odd sense of humor, luv," he says, giggling. "Good one, though." 

My jaw almost hangs open in shock. Did body snatchers kidnap Orli and replace him with a pod person? He should be tackling me, cursing at the top of his voice and telling me that I´m a bloody fucking cunt. 

"What?"  Orli says with complete innocence. 

"Aren´t you pissed off?"  I stammer. 

Orli gets out of his chair and I brace myself for an attack. It doesn´t come, though. He just strolls over and gives me a peck on the cheek. "My temper´s always gotten me into trouble so I thought that I should try a hand at controlling it." 

My brain refuses to accept that Orli is being calm, so I look over in Sean´s direction. He shakes his head, indicating that he´s as clueless as I am. I´m still suspicious, though, so I keep an eye on Orli while we get made up, expecting him to do something once I let my guard down. He remains serene throughout the entire process, and doesn´t even dwell on my prank, which makes me even *more* worried. 

This is going to be a long day. 

***

I´m talking to Dom about how we want to approach our scene together when he looks behind me. "Oi, our poncy elf´s back on set," he says. 

My face pales. "Fuck!"  I grab Dom by the shoulder and hustle him around a corner. "Quick, we need to hide." 

Dom´s completely puzzled. "Did you have a row this morning?" 

"No, worse. Remember what happened yesterday while we were filming those scenes for Pelennor Fields?" 

Dom snorts. "Remember? I was the one who asked you how you could´ve missed that bloody great horse pat."  A slow grin spreads on his face. "What did you do to Orli? I figured you were up to something when you asked us to stay mum about getting it cleaned off." 

"Just a little bait and switch. I let him be his usual affectionate self and then waited for someone to tell him that I was coated in crap yesterday." 

Dom snickers. "I don´t envy you a single bit right now, mate. You know that you should never get on the bad side of a narked elf." 

No kidding. The last time I crossed Orli, I wound up with a trailer full of dead fish and fake shit; not that I let any previous repercussions stop me this time. Guess this is why Liv said once that we make the perfect couple because we´re at the same maturity level. 

I let out a huge sigh. "That´s the problem. He isn´t angry at all." 

"What?" 

"He just laughed it off, and he´s actually been extra affectionate whenever he sees me." 

As soon as I say this, Dom blinks. "Orli didn´t happen to hit his head last night?" 

"No." 

"And space aliens didn´t kidnap him and scramble his brains with an anal probe?" 

"No...and I don´t think that his long lost twin is taking his place today. I don´t know why he´s acting the way he is." 

Dom rubs his chin and sinks deep into thought. "Well, since anal probes and twins are out... all I can think of is that he´s plotting something over the top. You´re dead meat, Vig." 

Fuck, I was hoping that he wouldn´t say that. "I told him later that I was perfectly clean when I hugged him, but I don´t think he believed me." 

"And I don´t want to get caught in the blast radius when he gets you," Dom says. He thinks for a bit and then smiles at me. "I know, why don´t I get the rest of the Hobbits together and we can drag him off to the clubs tonight? And I bet that Billy and me can con him into a game of Tig or something until we wrap." 

Well, that sounds good in theory, but I know Orli too well. "I´m not sure he´ll take the bait. You know how determined he gets." 

Dom puffs his chest out. "And you don´t know how stubborn four Hobbits can be. We´ll get him off your back, Vig." 

Relief floods through me -- determined Hobbits have never let anything sway them. "Thanks." 

"Now go on and don´t bitch me up," Dom says, giving me a shove towards the monitors. "Find Billy while I give Orli a chat up." 

I think I see Billy discussing something with Peter, so I amble over, keeping an eye on Orli. Sure enough, Dom has intercepted him, and whatever he´s talking about has Orlando´s full attention. 

That´s good. I´m hoping that this will diffuse things, so I can stop skulking around like some sort of Gollum knock off. When Billy has a free moment, I tell him Dom´s plan, and he agrees to help. 

As the day goes on, I make a mental note to myself to buy a round for the Hobbits the next time I hit the pubs with them. Dom´s plan goes off without a hitch, and they keep Orli occupied non-stop. Everything flows smoothly, and before I know it, Peter has called a wrap. 

I´m saying my goodnights to the crew when I see Orli bounding over towards me. Judging by the way he´s vibrating, I´m guessing the Hobbits are dragging him somewhere exciting. 

"Dom told me about this smashing new club that just opened up. Do you mind going home by yourself?"  he says, bubbling with enthusiasm. 

Thank God, he´s sounding normal again. I try not to let Orli see how relieved I am. "No, that´s fine. I was going to go talk to Peter about some more script changes, and you know how long that takes." 

"Yeah. I´m gonna meet the Hobbits in their trailer after I get de-elfed and then we´re going to head out."  He gives me an impish grin. "I´ll hang around a bit in case you change your mind." 

"Not likely," I say, giving him a kiss. 

"Your loss."  Orli waves and trots off for the Cuntebago, still full of energy. I shake my head as I see him jumping Billy and Dom. He´s irrepressible, and I wouldn´t have him any other way. 

My talk with Peter doesn´t take nearly as long as I thought it would, but I don´t see anyone around when I return to the trailer. Guess he took off with the Hobbits already. Oh well, the water´s actually running hot today, so I´m going to treat myself to a nice long shower. 

I´ve just poured shampoo onto my hair when I hear the bathroom door creaking open. "Is that you, babe?" 

Billy´s voice calls out, "Vig? I was shouting earlier, trying to figure out who was in here." 

"Sorry, Billy, you know how noisy this shower gets. Why aren´t you at the club with Orli?" 

"We haven´t taken off yet. Orli dropped by our trailer, and he started talking music with Elijah. Then he started wrestling with Dom...and right in the middle of it, he realized that he forgot to put on his hair gel. So then he started whinging about how his mohawk was going to stick up at weird angles. And you know how Orli is once he starts bellyaching, he goes on for ages. I volunteered to fetch the bloody tube just to shut him up." 

I chuckle. Orli´s very absent minded, and he almost always leaves something behind when we leave the house. So far, he´s gone back for his keys, his charms, his script...he even forgot an elf ear that fell off once when he came home early and took a nap. I´m sure that he´d probably take off without his cock if it wasn´t attached to him. 

"The gel´s inside the little cabinet underneath the sink," I tell Billy before I start soaping up my face. 

I hear some shuffling and Billy yells, "Thanks, Vig!" 

All I can do at this point is grunt something unintelligible. It´s hard to be witty with bubbles dripping down your nose. 

"I´ll assume that´s a ´you´re welcome´," Billy replies. "See ya!"  I hear the door creak open again as he leaves. 

I finish up a few minutes later and I step out onto a bathmat. What the fuck? Where are the towels? I could have sworn that some were on the racks when I jumped in the shower...

I guess I´ll just have to drip over the floor while I rustle up some spares. That´s weird, there´s nothing in the small cupboard where we usually stash them. Looks like I´ll have to get the carpet wet while I hunt around in the clothes rack for my bathrobe. I think it can blot up enough liquid so that I can get into my jeans and t-shirt without soaking them. 

My jaw drops when I emerge into the main area. Sean´s standing there, with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face and a big fluffy towel in his hands. 

"Don´t even try to look for your robe, Vig. Billy scarpered off with it. Oh, and he nicked the towels, too." 

Note to self -- never, ever again, trust a Hobbit. While I´m plotting all sorts of interesting ways to torture Billy, Sean hands me a piece of folded paper. 

"Read it," he says. 

Grumbling, I open the note. I recognize Orlando´s loopy scrawl immediately. "Surprise, filthy Human! I was just waiting for you to let your guard down before I got back at you, yeah? Anyway, I press-ganged the Hobbits to make off with your keys, all of the towels, and all of your clothes, including that filthy costume of yours. You should know by now that the furry-footed have no loyalty if there´s a good prank to be had. And never underestimate the power of bribing them with copious amounts of alcohol, especially with Dom. (I swear, he´d sell his own Mum up the river for a year of free booze.)

"If you want your clothes back, you´ll have to run over to the Hobbits´ trailer. Don´t worry, I´m not completely cruel; you´ll have something to cover your naughty bits. Sean has it. *kiss**kiss* Sweetie Darling -- O." 

I almost crumple the paper in my hand. I think at this point, filleting the Hobbits and slow roasting them over a fire is sounding really appealing. As for Orli...God, the cheeky little twit...there must be *something* I could do to him...

"Oi, Viggo! Quit scheming and get back with the program!"  Sean barks. 

I give Sean a baleful glare. "Fuck off. You´re not the one standing around butt naked." 

"I am supposed to take care of that, you know." 

"Let me guess, Orli is going to make me wear low-riding bikini briefs that have an elephant trunk where my cock is supposed to be." 

Sean rolls his eyes. "How mean do you think he is? He gave you something quite decent to wear." 

"Oh really?" 

"Here are your pants," Sean says, pulling a glittering object out of his pocket. He tosses it to me, and I see that it´s a sequined star with a paperboard backing. What the? Shit, it´s a large pasty, the type strippers use to cover their crotches. 

While my eyes are popping out of their sockets, Sean holds out another note. "Might want to read this before you stick it on." 

It´s from Orli again. "P.S. Since I heard that you actually cleaned up before you hugged me, I´ve giving you a break. If you don´t want to run bare-arsed to the trailer, you can let Sean dry you off. Once he´s done, he´ll get your clothes back from me and then he´ll drive you home." 

Evil. Fucking. Elf. He knows that if I let Sean touch me, my dick will get stiff enough to drive nails through a board. And then I´ll have to walk out to the parking lot with a painful bulge in my jeans. Since all of us are putting in long hours, there are still a substantial number of people milling around the set, and there´s no way in hell I´m going to let them see what I look like with a hard-on. 

I´m also sure that I´ll want to jump Sean once he drops me off at my place. Not a bad idea; but Sean doesn´t do vanilla sex, and I´m not sure I´m ready to bottom for him. 

Ah, fuck it. Streaking is no big deal. I look up at Sean. "Hand me the glue, I´m taking door number 1." 

Sean replies, "You don´t want a good rub down? I´m hurt." 

Oh no, he´s turned on *that* voice -- the one that makes every syllable leaving his mouth drip with pure liquid sex. He stalks towards me, green eyes flashing with lust. 

"I´d love to just run my hands over your body... your chest, roll your bollocks in my hand and listen to you moan..."

I bite back a whimper as my cock hardens in two seconds flat. Sean closes the distance between us, his chest brushing against my own while he continues purring in that honeyed voice of his. "I´d love to see you tied up again, watching your muscles stand out while you struggle..."

My knees go weak, and Sean capitalizes on that opportunity to grab me. I let out a small cry as he yanks my arms behind my back, pinning my wrists together. 

"It´d be even better if you were gagged and blindfolded," he murmurs, his hot breath fanning over my ear. "I can just see you now -- cock hard and dripping while you twist against the ropes, begging like mad for me to finish you off while I shove my tongue up your arse." 

My earlier resolve just crumbles away at his husky words. "Fuck yes," I breathe, tilting my head back so that he can nip at my throat. His hard dick is straining against his slacks, pressing against my own. 

I´m arching against Sean, craving more when I hear him whisper, "Vig?" 

"Hmmm?" 

"Not now."  His hands drop away and he abruptly backs off. 

I blink in shock as the spell is broken. Half of my brain cells are nonfunctional from being in a lust-filled fog, and the other half can´t believe that Sean just dropped me like a hot potato. 

Sean looks with regret at my throbbing erection and says, "I haven´t received permission to play with you from Orli, and I don´t want to nark him off. You two have had enough troubles." 

He takes a deep breath, adjusts himself, and then heads for the door. "You should probably have a good wank before you run over to the Hobbits´ trailer. That star isn´t going to cover shite right now." 

God fucking damnit. "Could you at least have the decency to get my keys from Orli?" 

Sean replies, "If I do, I´ll be driving you home, and you know full well that I can´t keep my hands off of you. Once we´re out of sight, the first thing I´d do is pull over by the side of the road, open my trousers, and shove your head down onto my cock. As much as I hate doing this, you need to talk it over with Orli first." 

I curse up a storm in every language I know. "Fine. Skip the driving, but can you bring back my clothes?" 

In response to my question, Sean´s lips quirk upward into a roguish smile, which I don´t find at all reassuring. "I would," he replies, "but I *am* a bit of a sadist. Have fun running about starkers." 

He waves at me and then steps out, letting the door bang shut behind him. I don´t react at first -- my mind just won´t acknowledge that he just left without a second thought. When it finally dawns on me that he´s not coming back, I let out a primal scream of frustration that makes the one I did for the helmet kicking scene sound like a mouse squeak. 

****

Orli´s still laughing hard when we finally get home. "Oh man! I can´t *believe* the expression on your face when Fran and Philippa snapped that picture of your arse!" 

I glare daggers at Orli. I´m in a pretty shitty mood now. I had to jack off before I dashed over, only to find out that my evil elf had another surprise. Orli had apparently told Fran and Philippa about his little revenge, so they were hiding behind the Hobbits´ trailer with cameras, lying in wait until I had my back to them. 

"Fuck off." 

Orli ruffles my hair. "Shut it, silly human. I saw you grinning before you did a bump and grind at them."  When Orli sees that I´m still glowering, he throws his arms around my neck and gives me a sloppy kiss. "I love that you´re such a bloody exhibitionist." 

Okay, he´s got me there. It´s true that I´ve never been shy about my body. "You realize that they´ll owe you for that?"  I reply, feeling some of my sourness fade away. 

"Uh huh. I expect to see more soy lattes delivered to me in the morning."  He´s bouncing with joy, causing the last of my grouchiness to disappear. I never could stay cranky while he´s this happy. 

His ebullient mood never stops -- he keeps darting around while I prep the ingredients for dinner, and he keeps shifting around in that signature half-perch of his while he´s eating. Once we clean up, though, it´s time for the evening´s talk, and that acts like a dash of cold water on him. He settles down, waiting patiently for me to start the dishwasher before I sit down next to him at the dining room table. 

"So," I begin. "Um, Sean and I almost started something in the Cuntebago." 

"Really? And why didn´t you?" 

"That´s what I asked Sean. And he said that he had to get permission from you, first." 

Orli slaps his forehead. "Because he doesn´t do vanilla sex, and it´s rude to play with another person´s sub without asking. I´m going to have to buy him a pint for being so considerate."  He giggles and then turns solemn. "Seriously, Sean can get pretty intense, so it´s best for me to be around when you do a scene with him." 

"Looks like great minds think alike. Since his final shot is next week...I was going to ask you if you wouldn´t mind the two of us playing with him one last time." 

In response to my proposal, Orli launches himself out of his chair and hugs me. "Mind? I think it´s brilliant! I´ll chat Sean up and arrange a time when we can plan out what we´re going to do, yeah?" 

Okay, now here´s the hard part. I wanted to do something special for Sean, but I wasn´t sure what. An idea popped into my head while I was fixing dinner, but thinking about it and mentioning it are two different things. 

"Orli?"  I say, kicking myself for the slight waver in my voice. 

"Yeah?" 

Deep breath, I know I can ask for this. "Orli...um...I want Sean to pull out all the stops." 

"Excuse me?" 

Steadying myself, I reply with more confidence, "I don´t want Sean to worry about whether or not I can take what he can dish out. No pain -- but I´ll do anything else." 

Uncertainty flits across Orli´s face. "Er, are you sure? Sean´s into humiliation big-time. I mean, he won´t do golden showers or anything like that...but it might be too much for you." 

"I´m sure. I´m ready for it now."  I don´t think Orli´s as confident, because he´s chewing his lip. "I´ll grill him about his repertoire ahead of time, but I´m positive that it´ll be okay." 

The crease between Orli´s eyebrows is still there, which concerns me. He´s also twitching, and he looks pretty tense. Fuck, he´s probably stressing over the fact that the last time he invited Sean over, things just blew up later. I look deep into his eyes, keeping my gaze steady. "Don´t worry, I really want this. Really." 

Orli lets out a loud sigh of relief and he visibly relaxes. "If you´re fine with it..."

"I am. Come on, get Sean on the horn so that we can give him a memorable send off. Judging by his reaction this morning, I´m sure it´ll involve you manhandling me." 

*****

It´s almost two in the morning when I sneak onto the set, taking advantage of the fact that one of the side gates is always poorly locked. I´m wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans -- Sean had asked for a men in prison scenario, so finding appropriate clothes was pretty easy. 

Finding a suitable place where we could stage the scene was *not* easy. All of us wracked our brains, trying to figure out where we could set this. Orli suggested renting out space in a dungeon, but he didn´t know if any of the BDSM clubs around here had anything resembling a prison cell. 

Sean finally suggested that we could use the communal showers on the set. They´re located way in the back, and security never checks there. I agreed, and we set a time for my arrival. Once that was established, Sean kicked me out of the house so that he could hash out what he wanted Orli to do. 

I´m sure it´ll be great. As I promised Orli, I grilled Sean about what he likes to do to his subs, and he didn´t mention anything objectionable. 

My body tingles as I remember Sean giving me a call an hour ago, telling me to put on my collar and lube up "with that silicone shit that hangs around forever" before I had to leave. He also gave me a little more background on the role he wanted me to play. It sounded like he´s planning on a ravishment scene, which suits me just fine. 

The faint scent of bleach stings my nose as I draw close to my destination. Yeah, just as Sean remembered, the cleaning staff scrubbed everything down today, which is why we had to wait until two. 

No sign of them yet. On the other hand, it´s plenty dark, so they could be hiding. I pad over to the changing area in my bare feet, feeling the niobium links brush against my skin as I walk. The contact makes me shiver, and my cock hardens, straining against my jeans. 

Fuck, this won´t do. Not for the initial set up. I need to do something about it. Once I reach the room, I close my eyes and slow my breathing down so that I can sink into character. 

My erection dies down as I concentrate and lose myself -- I´m a scam artist and I´ve never been in prison until now. I got careless, and I was caught. And frankly, I´m scared out of my mind at this moment. I want out, as fast as possible. 

Thank God I got lucky tonight. One of the guards wasn´t paying attention, and I was able to slip out during the final counts. I´m in the showers, looking for a way out of this hellhole. 

"Well, if it isn´t the new fish," a voice in a deep Southern drawl says from behind me. "You´re a pretty one, ain´t you?" 

I almost jump out of my skin, and I bite my lip to keep from trembling. Fuck, this was what I was dreading -- fighting some huge wall of muscle. I whirl around, my heart pounding in my chest, and I blink in disbelief when I see that I´m face to face with a skinny mohawked kid. He´s also wearing prison blues, but the sleeves have been ripping off, revealing the tattoos decorating the length of his slim arms. 

The coiled tension inside of me relaxes. He´s way too girlish looking to be a threat. He´s probably someone´s bitch, should be easy to scare off. 

"I could ask you the same thing," I reply in a dry tone. 

The kid glares and says, "Are you trying to insult me, Bob?" 

I snort. Right, this slender little thing is trying to intimidate me. "My name´s David." 

The kid´s eyes glint with a feral look. "No, it´s BOB -- Bend Over Backwards. It´s what I´m going to do to you." 

"Right," I reply. "Are you on something? Because you´re high if you think you can kick my ass." 

There´s a blur of movement, and I´m suddenly slammed to the ground, which knocks the breath out of my lungs. I try to rise to my feet, but he grabs me and tackles me to the ground again before I can recover. My head is still reeling when the kid jumps on top of me, twining around his arms and legs around my own to keep me from moving. 

"No one talks to me like that!"  he hisses, shifting his grip so that he can free up a hand. The kid glares at me with a look that paralyzes me cold; his eyes are black soulless voids with no hint of warmth. He´s seen death, and a lot of it. I turn pale. I picked a fight with exactly the wrong person. If I´m lucky, he´ll just kill me. If I´m not...I pray that he´ll be fast. 

He reaches down and pulls something out of his pocket. "Do you know who I am, you cunt?"  I hear a snick and a switchblade is now hovering near my throat. A whimper escapes my mouth when I see the deadly weapon. 

The kid laughs at my distress. "Yeah, that´s right -- me and my partner own this prison, and we don´t take kindly to being fucked with." 

I feel the blade press against my skin. Wincing, I brace myself for the slice across my jugular, but nothing happens. I´m confused as I open my eyes to look at my attacker. 

His lips twitch into a cruel smile. "If I didn´t have plans for you, I´d cut you good." 

Before I can figure out what he means by "plans", the kid turns his head and says, "Yo, Sean! Get your butt over here!" 

Another man comes into view, and I swallow hard when I see the large muscles rippling under his shirt. Shit, I´m outnumbered and completely screwed. I need to go along until I can find an opening. 

"Looks like you´ve got a tasty one there, Orli," Sean says, his eyes raking over me like I was a piece of meat. 

"Yeah, I saw him coming off the bus. Told one of the screws to let him slip out tonight."  Orli climbs off of me, still keeping the blade pressed against my throat. 

I´m still stunned at his words -- that means that they planned this...oh God...

Orli isn´t going to let me think about it, though. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back. 

"Stand," he barks. "And no funny stuff or I´ll cut your balls off and feed them to you." 

I don´t want to show these bastards how frightened I am, but my body won´t listen to me. I´m shaking uncontrollably as I scramble to my feet. As soon as I´m upright, Sean grabs my wrists and jerks them behind my back, causing me to yelp in pain. He then frogmarches me into the showers, with Orli following close behind. 

Once we´re on the tiled floor, Orli squeezes Sean on the shoulder. "So, how do you like our new bitch?" 

My blood turns to ice at Orli´s words. No, Gods, no... My thoughts churn with thousands of unpleasant scenarios, but I´m too scared to move or speak while that shiv can still cut me open. 

Sean purrs, "You´ve always known how to pick them." 

"Want me to unwrap him?"  Orli asks. 

"Go for it," Sean replies. 

The blade pulls away from my neck and I realize that I have to get away from them now. There won´t be a second chance. I try to stomp on Sean´s foot, intending to follow up with an elbow to the stomach, but he dodges out of the way and grabs me, using his strength to throw me face first against the wall. 

"Asshole!"  Sean hisses, pressing his body against mine to pin me against the cold tiles. A hand clamps around my neck, locking my head in place. 

"Do that again and I´ll break your arms and legs and leave you in Orli´s tender loving care."  His voice lowers to a growl. "The last person he worked on took two weeks to die, and the guy was begging to be killed after the first hour. Don´t let that angel face fool you -- he´s the sickest bastard that ever walked this planet." 

Oh God, that´s not an idle threat. The fight drains out of me, and I stop struggling. 

"So, what now?"  Sean asks. 

"Just hold him there," Orli replies. 

I hear the thud of Orli´s shoes as he closes the distance between us, popping open and folding his switchblade closed in time with his steps. I try to turn my head to look over my shoulder, but Sean´s grip is too strong, and he keeps a firm hold on me. All I can do is use my ears, and judging by the closeness of his last step, I´m guessing that he´s standing behind me, just out of range of my peripheral vision. My suspicions are confirmed when Orli speaks again. 

"No more fight from this one? Aw fuck, I was hoping he´d have more fire in his belly."  He sounds disappointed, like a child who´s had his toy taken away from him. "Guess I´ll have to go with plan B. If you know what´s good for you, Bob, don´t move an inch." 

The knife disappears from view, and I feel a tug under my shirt collar. Moments later, something metallic comes in contact with my skin. Oh shit, he´s going to kill me after all...I hold my breath as I feel the knife moving downward, but there´s no pain, just a ripping noise. My panic eases slightly when I realize that he´s cutting open the seams on my clothes instead of me; but that slight is relative...butterflies are still fluttering in my stomach. 

My shirt is the first to go, and my bare arms pimple with goosebumps. My jeans are next, and it takes all of my self-control to not flinch when that knife passes within scant inches of my vitals. After what seems like an eternity, my pants fall away, exposing my entire body to the cold night air. I can feel Sean´s and Orli´s eyes looking hungrily at me, and I shiver, wishing that I could curl into a ball to shield myself from their predatory gazes. 

"Ease up a bit, Sean. I need access," Orli says while he places the blade at my neck again. 

Sean says in a harsh voice, "After I let you go, you´re going to stick your ass out and spread your legs for Orli, you hear? Remember what we´ll do to you if you act up." 

I nod, quivering with fear as Sean releases me. My face is burning as I scoot my legs back, bending over so that Orli can get an eyeful. 

Orli makes a smacking noise with his lips before he reaches down and squeezes each side of my ass in turn. I bite my tongue, fighting down the urge to slap his hands aside. 

"Ooo, aren´t those the roundest cheeks," Orli coos. "I can´t wait to see Sean´s cock sawing between them." 

His hand slides around and cups my crotch, and I can´t stop myself from flinching. Orli ignores me and runs his fingers over my hairless pubic area. "You´re shaved? Shit, man, you might as well hang a sign around your neck that says ´Bitch!´"

"It was a joke that my girlfriend pulled on me," I protest. 

"Uh huh, right," Orli says, rolling my balls in his palm before his fingers tug on my dick. Oh crap...my cock´s getting hard from his fondling. That can´t be, I´m not interested in men! 

"Stop," I say weakly, ignoring the throbbing in my groin. 

Orli snorts. "That´s not what your dick is telling me."  He leans in closer, brushing his lips against my ear. I shiver as his deep voice lowers another octave. "By the time we´re done with you, you´ll be gagging for cock." 

"No..."

Sean cuts me off. "Quit whining and get on your hands and knees." 

When I hesitate, Orli growls, "Follow his orders or I´ll cut you bald." 

My legs are shaking as I drop down. A whimper of panic escapes my throat when I hear the sound of a zipper opening. "I´m going to enjoy this a hell of a lot", Sean says before he slams inside of me with one heart-stopping thrust. 

I screech as pleasure and pain explode through my body. Before I can recover, Sean drapes himself over my back and pistons his hips, rutting purely for his own release. My head is spinning out of control; Orli has taken me hard before, but he doesn´t have the weight or strength that Sean possesses. Sean isn´t giving me any quarter -- I know I´m going to have bruises on my hips tomorrow, and I won´t be able to sit down at all at the rate he´s hammering into me. He´s fucking me so hard that I´m gasping with every stroke. 

Crap, I can´t let myself enjoy this too much. Remembering my role, I try to scramble forward, trying to get away. Sean thwarts my escape by grabbing my hair and jerking my head back. "Uh uh, you´re staying here." 

He punctuates his sentence with a jab that´s so hard that I almost lose my balance. Electricity crackles through my nerves, but I have to remember to stay in character. 

Forcing myself to concentrate, I struggle in Sean´s grasp. "No! Stop it!" 

Sean laughs harshly. "That´s it; I like them with a little fight."  He pounds into me, hissing, "Take it... take all of my hard cock, you cherry bitch." 

I make a small cry, feeling my insides turn to jelly as Sean claims me. His balls slap against my skin while he pistons into me, fucking me without mercy. Unlike my earlier role-playing with Orli, there´s no sweet ravishment here. Sean is determined to assert his mastery through pure domination and fear. I´m a convenient hole for this sex-starved convict, his plaything to be discarded when he´s done using me. 

His next thrust hits my prostate, and I can´t contain the moan that escapes my throat. 

"You want this," he says with a sneer. 

Panic claws through my brain. I´ve resigned myself to letting Sean use me, but I can´t surrender that part of me to him. I need to retain that last shred of my dignity. Steeling myself, I reply, "No." 

"Bullshit. You love cock." 

"No..."

Sean jabs me hard. "Say it!" 

"Fuck you!"  I shout back with more bravado than I actually feel. 

Orlando snarls, "Say it, you little cunt, or I´ll bleed you dry." 

I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling my heart beat out of control. I can´t weaken...but then Orlando presses his knife against my jugular. 

"Last chance," he says. 

A sob escapes my lips. I don´t want to give in, but I have no choice at this point. 

"I love cock," I whisper. 

Sean jabs me again. "Louder." 

"I love cock!"  A tear rolls down my cheek -- they´ve broken me. 

"Awww, did we hurt your feelings?"  Orli replies with a cruel laugh. "Get over it. I knew you were aching to spread yourself open for us, you little twat." 

Sean chuckles, "With those lips and ass, he was born to be a whore."  His fast pace has resumed, and I´m crying out as he hits my sweet spot over and over again. 

"Mmmm...don´t know what you´re going to do to get off. His hole will be too loose after I´m done with him," Sean purrs at Orli. 

"Like I´d want to fuck it after you put your dick inside," Orli snickers. "Don´t worry, man, I´ll figure what else we can do with our toy." 

The realization that I´m not even a person to them, that I´m less than a dog in their minds, causes me to start crying. I don´t even try to hide my tears; it´s not like they´d give a shit. 

The rhythm of Sean´s thrusts becomes jerky and irregular. He´s close to orgasm, but instead of slamming into me one final time, he pulls out abruptly. 

"You don´t deserve my come," he says in a harsh voice. I hear the sounds of flesh against flesh, followed by a loud grunt. A choked cry escapes my throat when Sean´s release splashes all over my ass, making me feel completely worthless. 

Orli is eyeing me, his cock straining against his jeans. I tremble in fear, wondering what he´s going to do to me now that Sean´s finished. 

I receive my answer when Sean shoves two fingers into my ass. My hole is sensitive from his fucking and I wail, almost launching when he hits my prostate. 

"Let´s give Orli a little show, hmmm?"  he says. "Show him how much you enjoyed it."  His fingers rub against the spot, and my cock twitches, drooling out a long string of fluid. 

"Oh yeah," Orli replies, stepping forward until his crotch is level with my eyes. He unzips his jeans and pulls his erection out, tugging on it with sure strokes, watching me. 

"Stop it!"  I protest. I don´t want to come, not like this; but Sean´s stroking is relentless. My body goes into auto-pilot, and before I know it, everything is spinning out of control. I climax with a pained sob, my release hitting the tile floor. 

"Yesss," Orli moans, throwing his head back as he flicks a thumb over the head of his erection. His prick jumps, and I gasp as he spurts over my cheeks and chin. 

I don´t have a chance to recover from the shock when Sean´s fingers twist painfully into my hair. He forces my head down, holding it over the lines of come streaking the tiles. 

"You made a mess. Clean it up." 

Weeping, all fight drained out of me, I dutifully lick everything up, not even registering the bitter tang stinging my tongue. My tears roll down my cheeks, mingling with Orli´s spunk. 

When I´m done, Sean tosses me aside like so much trash. He zips himself up and says, "I could use something to eat, I´m feeling a little hungry." 

Orli grins. "Kitchen´s always open to us, man. Come on."  He tucks himself in, and they just stroll away as if nothing happened; solidifying in my mind that what they did to me mattered about as much as scraping something off their shoes. 

I curl up into a fetal position, feeling debased and used. My emotions overwhelm me, and I let out several ragged sobs, crying without remorse. 

Orli´s voice cuts through my fog of pain. "Vig? Vig? Oh fuck!"  He rushes to my side, his hands trembling as he unlocks my collar. I´m still crying as he pulls me close. "Damnit, I knew Sean would push you too far. I shouldn´t have let him run this one. I´m such a fucking cunt. Fuck fuck FUCK!" 

Tears are pouring down his cheeks, and his lip is quivering. For the first time, I realize how hard this scene must have been for him to sit through. 

"I just got too deeply into character. It´s okay, really," I murmur, hugging him. 

"No, it´s not," he sniffles. "I wanted to call safeword when Sean piled on the humiliation, but something in your eyes told me to shut up and go along. And now you´re fucking crying."  He presses his face to my chest and sobs. 

I can´t hold myself back, and I weep with Orli, rocking him as the tears flow down my face. I´m making hiccupping noises as I let it all out, crying until I´m drained. 

The two of us just lie there, clinging to each other. I´m feeling raw and vulnerable, so I hold Orli as if he was the most precious thing on the planet. As his body warms my own, it hits me that in the back of my mind, I´ve always been insecure about our age difference. Orli could have his pick of lovers, and yet he settled on me. 

And somehow I´ve never shaken the fear that he´ll abandon me someday for someone younger, more athletic, more into his own interests. He and Sean have shown me a permutation of my worst possible fear tonight -- that Orli is just with me for the sex and that he´ll toss me aside when he gets tired of me. They tore it out of my soul to be displayed in all its ugly glory. 

Still...after all that, Orli´s first thought when the scene ended was for my well-being. He showed no disgust at my weakness, and I can´t detect any indication that he was disappointed with my behavior. He and Sean put me through hell, and he still wants me. I can´t put a name to the feeling that surges through me at this point, knowing once and for all, how unshakeable our relationship is. 

Cupping his face, I look into his beautiful dark eyes. "I love you. So very, very much. And thank you for this; both you and Sean." 

Orli sniffles. "Really? You´re not just saying that?" 

"I mean every word." 

Orli presses his lips to mine, and I gasp at the intensity of his kiss. It´s never been this needy before. Our breaths mingle together, and I can taste the faint salt of his tears on his lips. We stay together as long as we can, pouring our love and support into each other, trying to make this moment last. 

When we finally part, Orli murmurs, "Let´s get you cleaned up, yeah? I stashed a robe for you in the changing room." 

Damn, forgot that my clothes are in shreds. That, and something else is missing... "Hey, where´s Sean?" 

"He thought we needed some time alone. He´ll be around in the morning to check in with us, seeing as how we don´t have to be in until later."  Orli disappears momentarily and comes back with a damp towel. I sit still, watching the tip of his tongue poke through his lips as he wipes me down. 

Once he´s done, he leads me to the area beside the showers. I pull on my bathrobe, feeling myself return to reality. "That sounds good. Take me home, Elf Boy." 

***
We were so exhausted when we got back that we pretty much fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows. I set the alarm for about 10am, which should give us plenty of time to shower, have brunch with Sean, and show up for our late afternoon call. 

When the buzzer goes off, I notice that Orli´s already awake, and he´s frowning. He´s also nibbling his lip, a sign that he´s been worrying. 

"Hey, did you sleep okay?"  I ask. "What´s wrong?"

"Nothing," he mumbles, looking down. "I´m just being silly." 

"Orli..." I gently tilt his face up. "I still want to hear it. If it bugs you this much, it´s not silly." 

He chews his lip again and says, "Well, it´s just... somewhere in the back of my head, there´s this little devil squatting around, whispering to me that I´m going to push you the wrong way one of these days, and you´re going to get offended and leave me. And after yesterday, he was convinced that you were going to tell me to sod off when I woke up. I could just hear you saying, ´So sorry, Orli, but this isn´t what I signed up for when I said I wanted to try kink. Bye.´"

"Oh baby..." I caress Orli´s cheek and kiss him gently, trying to reassure him that everything´s fine. 

"I´m sorry, Vig. I know we´ve been talking, but since what broke us up was me pushing you too far, that just kind of sticks with me, you know? I really don´t want to fuck things up again." 

Pressing my lips to the crease in his forehead, I murmur, "I know, and I love that you´re so concerned, so careful with me. But I really am doing fine." 

Orli looks at me, and his dark eyes are so vulnerable and open that my heart almost breaks. He cups my face and presses his lips to mine in a hungry, almost desperate kiss. 

My tongue slides against his, dancing and teasing; my kisses remain slow and tender, seeking to calm his frayed nerves. The tension radiating from Orli is palpable, and I can see that he needs reassurance that everything´s okay. 

When we part, I nibble and suck my way down the side of his neck, listening to him mewl as I run my tongue over the sensitive flesh. I pause at the hollow of his throat, flicking my tongue against what I know is one of his erogenous zones. My hands are gliding over his smooth skin, touching him everywhere. 

"Vig," Orli moans, arching against me. I run my fingers through his mohawk, whispering nonsense words. Sliding down, I trace wet circles around one of his nipples, teasing it into a hard point. 

Orli thrashes in my arms. "Want you inside me," he urges, grabbing at my hips. 

I ignore his plea, determined to worship every bit of him. Kissing my way over, I lavish attention on the other nipple, nursing it until he melts in my arms with a breathy sigh. 

I work my way down his body, tracing my tongue over his sun tattoo. He´s stopped trying to make demands, and his eyelashes flutter as he enjoys the attention I´m giving him. 

When I finally slide down between his legs and push his knees up to his chest, he moans, "Oh yeah..."

Smiling, I part the cheeks of his ass, feeling moisture welling out of my cock at the sight of his pink hole. I swipe my tongue around, lapping at the pucker with enthusiasm. Orlando writhes underneath me, mewling and babbling as I reduce him to a delicious wreck. 

"Vig! Oh God!"  Orli cries out, his hands balling up the sheets when I stab my tongue inside of him. He pushes against my face, cursing when I repeat the motion. I go deeper, feeling Orlando stiffen in my grasp as I probe him. 

Another string of curses leave his mouth and he fumbles for the drawer in the nightstand. I´m still licking when I feel a bottle of lube being thrust into my hand. Smiling to myself, I press a tiny kiss to his entrance before I sit back on my haunches. 

Orlando pouts at me while I apply gel to my fingers. "You didn´t have to stop." 

"You needed to cool off," I say before I start opening him up. "And I wanted to take my time this morning. Sound good?" 

His body relaxes, taking my fingers easily. "Mmm...okay," he breathes as I scissor them. 

His legs part even further, and he runs his hands down my torso, twirling his fingers in my chest hair while I finish prepping him. Once I´m done, I wrap his legs around my waist and slide my cock in, moaning as I´m surrounded by heat and tightness. God, I just love the way he feels, I don´t think I´ll ever get tired of it. Orli wraps his arms around me and pulls my chest down to rest against his own. 

"Fuck, so good..." he says as I start rocking. 

I kiss the tip of his nose before I continue with my unhurried pace, languidly thrusting inside of him and kissing every part of his body that I can reach. I sink into Orli, keeping my eyes locked with his as we meld our bodies together, reconnecting both physically and in our souls. 

Orli tangles his hand in my hair and lets out a soft moan, arching up to press against me. His hands are everywhere as I stroke him inside -- running down my back, squeezing my ass, caressing my face. His cock rubs against my stomach, and he reaches down between us, trying to get more friction. I remove his hand, kissing the fingertips before I pin his wrist down. 

"Just wait, baby," I murmur when he whines at me. I thrust into him again, rolling my hips so that my cock will brush against his prostate. 

He lets out a gasping cry and clutches at me. "Nnnnghhh...Vig, please..."

"Soon..." I sink into him again, watching him quiver. His head has fallen back against the pillows, and I just revel in the sight of his flushed cheeks and his tongue flickering out to wet his slightly parted lips. 

On my next thrust, Orli´s had enough. He grabs my hips and starts rotating his pelvis in small circles, clamping down on me with his internal muscles. Fuck...he knows that drives me crazy... 

Growling, I plunge into him as deep as I can. "Oh fuck, yes!"  he cries out. "Harder!" 

My control breaks, and my hips snap forward, pounding into him at a fast pace. I let go of Orli´s hand, and he quickly grabs his dripping cock, his hand blurring as he tugs on it. 

"Fuck...God...VIG!"  His body convulses and he arches off the bed, wailing as he coats my stomach with his come. 

His muscles ripple around my cock, and that just pushes me off the edge. I cry out his name as I slam into him one last time, throwing my head back as my orgasm crashes through me. 

I´m still floating when Orli reaches up to brush my sweaty hair back from my face. "Thank you," he whispers. "I needed that." 

"You´re welcome. Feel better?" 

"Uh huh."  Our moment is interrupted by a loud gurgle from his stomach. "Oops." 

I laugh and kiss him on the nose. "Sounds like you need to be fed." 

"Can you blame me?"  he pouts. "You know how fast I burn food off, and we were up way late. Besides, shagging is hard work." 

I grin before I reluctantly pull out. Orli grabs the tissues, and after he cleans us off, I pull on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "I´ll start making brunch, want anything in particular?" 

"Nah, whatever. As long as it´s food. I´ll start a pot of coffee," Orli says as he pulls on his track pants. He grabs his charms and drapes them around his neck before he trots off to the kitchen. 

I make an extra large omelet, hashbrowns, and bacon while Orli gets the coffee brewing. Once I´m done cooking, Orli bounces over to the table, licking his lips in anticipation. While I´m scooping the food out of the skillet, I hear another loud rumble. 

"Sorry," Orli says, looking sheepish. "Guess I´m more famished than I thought." 

"Don´t worry about it. I like it when you eat my food."  Once everything´s done, I sit down and reach for the utensils. At least I was going to before an elf plopped into my lap. 

"Let me be twee and feed you," he says, grabbing a fork. "After I stuff my face, of course." 

"Nice to see you have your priorities straight...ow!"  Guess my smart ass comment didn´t go over well. Orli pinched me hard. 

I glare at him while he waves his fork around. "Careful, you don´t know what I´ve learned about this little object in BDSM class. It´s quite useful for making mouthy subs behave." 

I decide that I don´t want to chance it, and I let Orli eat first. I´m actually fine with him gobbling everything up because he tends to skip meals when he gets busy, and I know that he hasn´t been eating much in the past few days. 

We´ve finished about half of the meal when I hear a knock at the door. "Come in!"  I yell. 

Sean strides into our dining room, grinning from ear to ear when he sees Orli sitting in my lap. "And you said he couldn´t handle it while we were driving to the set." 

Orli glares at him, "Fuck off, you bastard. Can you blame me for being protective?" 

"No...but he´s a lot stronger than you think, Orli."  His eyes flick over Orli´s arms. "Looks like the tats faded off, you big girl´s blouse. God, I never heard so much whinging when I told you to sketch them on." 

"Shut it. How was I to know that you didn´t hand me a permanent marker? It sure as shit looked like one; and I didn´t fancy trying to explain it to Tanya this afternoon." 

Orli´s pouting like no one´s business, so I press a small kiss to his neck. "Don´t worry about it, things worked out," I murmur. He mumbles something desultory, so I ruffle his mohawk before I lift my head to look up at Sean. "Thank you, last night was great." 

Sean gives me an incredibly smug look. "Thought so. Haven´t been wrong yet about how much humiliation a sub can take." 

I cock an eyebrow upward. "Oh, really? Care to let us in on the secret?" 

He shrugs. "No secret. First of all, you´re a bloke. Like it or not, that means that you have a lot of privilege. Second of all, I know you too well. You´ve put too much pressure on yourself by being our King, and I knew that you´d really get into something where you´d be utterly powerless. You needed to blow off some steam, and you´ve always been mad that way." 

"And you haven´t?" 

"Why do you think I´m so good at it? Can´t do it justice if you haven´t been on the receiving end." 

"Nice to see that you´re modest about your topping," Orli replies. "Whose bright idea was it to use our own names last night? Do you know how fucking stupid ´Orli´ sounds for a Yank psycho murderer?" 

I choke back a snuffle of laughter. He is right..."Orlando Bloom" doesn´t exactly strike fear in people´s hearts. 

"Would you rather I call you ´Johnny´, then?"  Sean retorts. "How about ´Blanchie, the Biggest Arsehole This Side of San Quentin´?" 

"Cunt!"  Orli yells before he launches himself at Sean. The two of them crash to the floor, wrestling with each other and cursing at the top of their lungs. 

Shit, this is going too far. I´m about to peel them apart when Sean looks right at me and mouths, "Don´t fucking move." 

I grit my teeth, but Sean´s icy stare tells me that he means business. God, I hope he knows what he´s doing. Orli takes advantage of the momentary distraction, twisting around to pin Sean in one of his holds. 

"You fucking wanker!"  Orli screams. "Think you know it all? I´m not some fresh off the block kid. I´ve been topping for ages." 

"Then why treat Vig with kid gloves? Think he´s going to break? Or do you just lack the bollocks to give him what he really wants?" 

Orli´s face darkens in fury at Sean´s taunts. In one smooth motion, he hauls Sean up and slams him back against the wall. "Fuck you! You and that fucking smug grin! I should wipe it off your face." 

Sean hisses, "How? Beat it out of me? You couldn´t do it if you tried." 

Orli sputters, and his concentration must have been broken by the insult because Sean pushes him forward, causing him to stumble. Sean tackles Orli, bearing him down to the ground, but Orli manages to get some leverage and he tosses Sean aside, causing Sean to collide with the couch. 

Orli hasn´t noticed any of this, he´s still concentrating on Sean. "Give up!"  he yells. "You may have those oversized muscles, but I know how to deal with wankers like you." 

Sean remains cool and composed. "Don´t you ever do anything besides brag? Or is that all you´re good for?" 

Orli just snaps at that point, and jumps on top on Sean. He hurls Sean backward against the cushions, driving the air from the other man´s lungs. Orlando then jerks Sean´s wrists above his head, cursing at him the entire time. God, I´ve never seen him this pissed before. 

His fingers dig into Sean´s arms as he screeches, "Goddamnit, I fucking hate you, Sean! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" 

"And how are you going to do that?"  Sean replies with a smirk. "You need your arms and legs to keep me under control. Typical, didn´t stop to think..."

"Fuck you," Orli growls, before he smashes his lips against Sean´s; pushing his tongue into Sean´s mouth to silence him. 

Orli kisses Sean with an animalistic fervor and Sean´s response is just as ferocious -- the two of them battle for dominance, lips clashing together; teeth clicking as they devour each other, each trying to gain the upper hand. Sean continues to struggle in Orli´s grasp, but I know from experience that he´ll never get loose. 

Finally, Orli tears their lips apart and pants, "Not so mouthy now, are you?"  "Is that all you have?"  Sean replies, just as breathless. "Ooo, I´m soooo frightened." 

Orli´s nostrils flare at the verbal jab and he manhandles Sean, throwing him face first against the wall. He yanks at Sean´s waistband, pulling it open so violently that the button snaps off; he only pauses for a moment to unzip the fly before he shoves Sean´s pants down around his knees. 

"Motherfucking cunt!"  Orli roars. "I´ll show you!" He sucks on his finger and pushes it into Sean´s ass, grinning when he´s rewarded with a loud moan. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" 

"Still. Not. Impressed."  Sean gasps. 

Orli grunts in frustration, but then a wicked glint sparks in his eyes when he notices that the table where we stash our lube is within easy reach. In one smooth motion, he pulls the drawer open, retrieving the bottle as quickly as possible. 

"Maybe you´ll shut up once I´ve shoved my cock so far up your arse that you could feel it in your throat," he says, removing his finger so that he can push his track pants down just far enough to free his throbbing cock. When it springs free, he works fast, slathering lube on his dick before he positions himself at Sean´s entrance. 

Sean looks over his shoulder, gazing with bemusement at Orli. "What are you waiting for, you bastard? I´m going to get old before you stop arsing around." 

Orli flushes and the rage on his face causes my heart to skip a beat. He grabs Sean´s hips, squeezing them hard before he rams his cock home. The sudden invasion causes Sean to let out a strangled cry, and he convulses, writhing in Orlando´s grip. 

"Like that, you cunt?"  Orli hisses as he jabs Sean. 

Sean´s answering moan goes straight to my cock. His face is in pure ecstasy, and he´s bracing his hands against the wall, pushing back against each of Orli´s thrusts. 

Orli laughs, and rotates his hips in small circles. "You´re a fucking whore, Sean. And that´s exactly how I´m going to treat you." 

His fingers dig into Sean´s flesh and his slim pelvis snaps forward, pounding into Sean so hard that the other man´s body is slammed against the wall with each angry thrust. Orli´s face is contorted into a snarl, and he spits obscenities at Sean as he continues to hump him like an animal, burying himself over and over again, his balls slapping against Sean with a loud hollow smack. Sean´s fingers are scrabbling for purchase, gouging small chips of paint off as he braces himself against Orli´s brutal fucking. 

Orli´s grip suddenly tightens, and he pants out, "Gonna...come!"  His entire body tenses and he throws his head back, roaring as he climaxes. 

I let out the breath I didn´t realize that I´ve been holding when Orli slumps down. Sean´s quivering underneath him, his engorged cock dripping like mad. 

Just when Sean looks like he´s about to burst, Orli finally pulls out and spins Sean around, dropping down to his knees before he inhales Sean´s cock. Sean grabs Orli´s head and cries out, thrusting upward for only a few strokes before he comes, babbling out a litany of obscenities as he bucks into Orli´s mouth. 

Orli continues to suck, his cheeks hollowing until Sean legs give out from under him, and they both sink down to the floor. Orli releases Sean´s softening prick and he slides up, stopping when his face is level with Sean´s. His fingers wrap in Sean´s hair and he seals their mouths together, moaning at the contact. A small trickle of white fluid escapes from Sean´s bruised lips, causing my cock to almost burst out of my sweatpants as I watch them. 

When they finally part, Orli licks the corner of Sean´s mouth, lapping up the last drops of spunk. Once Sean´s clean, Orli collapses against his chest, sighing. 

Shit, I can´t interrupt now, they still need a moment together. After a while, Sean´s hand rubs Orli´s sweaty back and they just lie there, sated and glowing. 

"Feel better now?"  Sean asks, petting Orli´s mohawk. "I figured you were still narked at me after last night and you needed to get it out of your system." 

Orli mock punches Sean´s arm and pouts. "Yes I did, you smug prig. Fucking a´, why do you always have to be right?" 

"Lad, I´m only right on things I´ve done meself. And this is another one that I´ve had too much experience with. So, are we golden?" 

"Yeah," Orli says. He looks in my direction and giggles. "Although I think Viggo´s more than a bit frustrated now." 

I almost fall off my chair when they notice me. I was practically invisible during this whole scene, and now that I´ve been caught, I feel like the worst sort of voyeur. 

"Um, I´m doing okay. Besides, we don´t have time to start anything except vanilla sex, and I know that Sean has rules against it." 

Sean replies, "That´s more of a guideline than a rule. I´m willing to bend it." 

My jaw drops open in surprise. Orli isn´t fazed at all, and he just springs to his feet. "Deal, man! Last one into the bedroom gets sloppy seconds."  In a blink of an eye, he disappears down the hallway, bouncing happily. 

Sean cocks his head in Orli´s direction. "You´d better get going there, mate. I´ve already had it off with him, and you look like you need taking care of." 

I clap Sean on the shoulder, looking into his eyes. Words are failing me right now, and I can´t express how grateful I am that he let Orli exorcize whatever demons were haunting him after last night. All that comes out is, "Thank you." 

Sean pulls me into a bear hug. "Ah, he needed it."  When he releases me, his expression becomes serious. "Keep in mind that every scene a top comes up with is something he poured his heart and soul into. And Orli puts more of himself into your scenes than he normally does with his subs. He´s going to feel really vulnerable after an intense session, and that´s going to be hard to deal with on top of the real world shite that´s coming his way. Take care of him, Viggo...he´s going to need you more than ever after filming stops." 

"I will." 

"And if you don´t, I´ll beat your arse into the ground," Sean says with a grin. He pauses to hitch up his pants and then rises to his feet. "Come on, you know how impatient Orli gets if we keep him waiting." 

"Yeah, I know."  I follow Sean to the bedroom, looking forward to spending the time we have left by pleasing my elf. 

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end ch. 19

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