Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OB/SB/VM, OB/VM

Summary: Saying goodbye. 

Archive: VOLA, Mirromere,OEAM.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Sap, implied mild drug use, necrophilia jokes, toy use, snowballing, sex in (semi-)public, coarse language, piercing. 

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: It's finally done! Big smooches to *all* of my readers who have stuck it through. 

Unending gratitude for Elizabeth for starting me on this bunny and encouraging it; Salix for her suggestions, prodding, and beta´ing when needed; and every one of you who´s given me constructive feedback.  I never expected this fic to get quite so large, so FB was definitely needed and welcome. 

I tried to make the piercing section as accurate as possible, but I´m sure there are bound to be fubars.  (Especially since I´m not a piercing expert) Hope it´s good enough for fic. ..

Posted Dec.  31st, 2005.

The day before Sean´s going away party, Orli and I are cuddling in bed, enjoying the calm before the storm. Once Sean leaves, we´re going to be pressed for time to finish up, and I´m sure that we won´t be able to enjoy a lazy morning like this again. 

"Have you given a thought about what we should get Sean?"  Orli murmurs. "I´m going to miss the twat. He´s a smug bastard, but he knows his shit." 

"He does stage incredible scenes. I had an epiphany after last week." 

"I had one last night," Orli says. 

"You did?" 

"Uh huh."  He kisses me softly. "I *have* been holding you back too much. You don´t need kid gloves anymore, Viggo. Whatever you want, I´ll be happy to give you. It´s time for you to leave the nest and fly." 

My heart surges and I pull Orli in for a deep kiss, pouring all of the love I feel for him into it. When we part, I rub my nose against his and whisper, "Thank you. For everything." 

He caresses my face and beams at me. "So, not to ruin the mood and all...but we should probably talk about this before we get so caught up in work that it gets swept under the carpet. How are we going to manage being apart?" 

Damn...if I didn´t love him enough before, the fact that he´s thinking about our future makes me ecstatic. Kissing him again, I reply, "That´s been in the back of my mind. I was thinking that we should keep our relationship open. It´ll make the time between long shoots easier." 

Orli nods. "Yeah. I´ve already seen my mates´ long distance relationships blow up -- knowing that you´re free to have someone to take the edge off removes a lot of strain. Especially since we both know that we belong to each other in the end." 

He runs his fingers through my hair. "I might get busy, but I still intend to be racking up the minutes on my mobile. I can´t stand the idea of not being able to rabbit on and on about whatever with you." 

"Is e-mail still out of the question?" 

Guess I shouldn´t have asked that, judging by Orli´s nose crinkling. "Argh. Vig, I can´t even figure out how to turn a computer on. I think ´Lij was ready to kill me the last time he tried to give me a lesson." 

I chuckle softly. There´s just something about software applications that Orli just plain doesn´t get, no matter how many times all of us have tried to show him. "All right, Elf Boy, no e-mail." 

"And if you find someone to sleep with, you´ll tell me all the juicy details?"  Orlando asks, waggling his eyebrows. 

"Do you really want to know?" 

Orlando presses against me and says in a husky voice, "Hey, it makes for great phone sex, don´t you agree?" 

I immediately think of the noises Orli makes when Sean fucks him and my cock twitches. Since our scene together, Sean´s been coming home with us every night. Needless to say, Tanya´s been threatening Orli with bloody murder for the circles under his eyes. And I´m surprised none of our furniture has broken, given the rigorous, high-impact tests it´s been subjected to. 

I brush my fingers against Orli´s cheek. "Okay, you made your point, but you´ll have to settle for vanilla descriptions. I can´t see myself playing casually with anyone. There´s just too much trust and intimacy involved when I bottom. More than I feel during sex. Does that make sense?" 

"It makes perfect sense," he replies. "And I´m chuffed that you want to be discriminating on the kink. I promise that I´ll do the same, and whoever I hook up with will just be a straight shag. If I feel like taking on another bottom...I´ll talk it out with you, first." 

My heart surges and I can see that we´re going to be okay after we wrap. I kiss his slender neck, the line of his jaw, and then his lips. "Thank you." 

Orli giggles and rolls on top of me. "So, when do you want to get out of bed so that we can go shopping for Sean´s present? He deserves something special, you know." 

"I know. And I have the perfect gift in mind." 

***

Sean´s going away party is what you would expect from show business people -- raucous, loud, and completely over the top. A bunch of us have come up with skits and monologues to entertain everyone with. 

Dom and Billy have the floor now, and they´re perched on a couple of wooden stools. They each have a mug of beer in their hands, and Dom clears his throat to get our attention. 

"Hey everyone, Bill and I would like to do a lost scene from film two. This takes place right before Theoden and company find Merry and Pip drinking and smoking pipeweed." 

Billy reaches into his pocket to produce two pipes -- and I don´t mean the type that you smoke tobacco in. While the room explodes into hoots of appreciation, I give Billy a wide grin. *That* explains why he asked me where the local bong shop was a couple of days ago. It´s always been a policy of mine when I´m filming on location -- the first thing I do when I have a chance is to locate a good all-night restaurant, a good liquor store, and a place that supplies decent pipes so that I can smoke out on occasion. 

There´s some dried leaves stuffed into the pipes Dom and Billy are using as props, but I can immediately tell that they´re just herbs. Makes sense, though; wouldn´t do to get high when they need to concentrate. 

Dom lights up the stuff and Billy inhales on his pipe. He lets his eyes glaze over before he puts the end in his mouth again and makes a sound that reminds me of someone trying to slurp down an entire milkshake in one gulp. "This is good weed, Merry. Definitely top drawer." 

Dom doesn´t reply, instead making an obscene sucking noise when he takes his hit. As he blows the smoke out, he says in a mellow voice, "It´s a pity that no one else is here to enjoy this fine Longbottom Leaf. I´m not sure about the elf, but the humans would definitely enjoy it." 

"Mmm, it would be worth it, they´re too tense. Especially Boromir."  Billy takes another hit. "It´s too bad he isn´t here, I fancied him quite a bit. You know how I feel about men with really *large* hands, Merry." 

Dom looks askance at Billy. "Um, Pip. There´s a bit of a problem -- Boromir´s dead. Kind of hard to shag someone in that condition." 

Billy tries to focus on Dom, and he tilts his head as if he´s deep in thought. "Oh...right. All of those orc arrows, can´t do anything with them in the way. Bugger." 

Dom nods. "Sorry, Pip. You always did have a rum bit of luck with men. Guess you´re just not tall enough." 

"Damn."  Billy sucks on the pipe again. "You think Gandalf could resurrect him for a bit? I´m sure he´d grant Boromir one last good roll in the hay." 

"Boromir still won´t go for you, Pip. He wanked a lot when we were trapped in the Mines, and he kept calling out his brother´s name." 

Billy pouts. "His brother? Sodding humans...don´t know the advantages of furry-footed loving. In that case, I´m glad that he´s dead." 

"Amen to that," Dom says. The two of them smash their mugs and chug their drinks. 

"Brilliant!"  Orli crows, clapping loudly. Dom and Billy stand and take their bows. Of course, they have to draw it out, hamming it up until Elijah and Orli start pelting them with olives. 

After they leave, Orli bounces up. "Hey everyone, Viggo and I decided to do our own version of Boromir´s death scene. Since it wouldn´t be fair to make the Guest of Honor perform at his own party, I´m going to do Boromir´s part." 

Sean yells out, "Oi! You´d have to gain several stone of muscle before you can even come close to filling Faramir´s boots, much less my own." 

"Shut up, you wanker!"  Orli retorts, blowing a raspberry in Sean´s direction. "This is high art we´re doing here." 

"More like high arse," Sean replies. 

Liv collapses into a fit of giggles and everyone else is rolling on the floor, laughing their butts off. 

Orli rolls his eyes. "Are you done upstaging me?" 

"Quite." 

"All right, then," Orli replies. "We start this little scene right when the orcs start chasing after Merry and Pippin." 

We both walk "offstage" and Orli runs a hand through his mohawk, trying to give it more volume. The next moment, he dashes in and says, "Oh no! The Hobbits! I must defend the furry-footed wankers against the thousands of orcs trundling down the hill, no matter how daft that seems! Back! Back, I say!"  He mimics swinging a sword, and then his eyes widen in horror as he gazes off in the distance. "Um, wow...big bow there...oi! Don´t scratch the leather, you twat!" 

He convulses, as if struck by several arrows and then falls to the carpet. I run up to his side. "Boromir, no! Damnit, I was trying to get the courage to tell you how hot you were, and now I never will." 

Orli grabs my shirt and makes a sound like a cat trying to cough up a hairball. Of course, he has to go over the top and draw it out for several long minutes. "Really? I thought you were trying to get into the poncy elf´s tights." 

I straddle his hips, which makes Philippa squeal in delight. God, she´s such a voyeur. "No, Boromir... everyone knows that Legolas is the the slut of the Fellowship, so I was trying out my lines on him first. I forgot that any sort of sweet nothing will make him drop his leggings and bend over." 

Orlando wheezes and clutches at his chest. "You tosser! Your timing sucks! I have about five minutes before I bite the big one." 

"That´s enough time for a fuck," I growl, leaning down to kiss Orli. 

"No...too late..." Orli gasps. He makes a choking noise, and arches up as he rolls his eyes back into their sockets. He then gags loudly before he flops back onto the carpet with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. 

"Boromir!"  I cry out in anguish before a let out a loud howl of despair. I touch my knuckle to my face to salute my fallen comrade. 

Orli sits up and glares at me. "Oi! How do you expect me to die in peace with all that racket? Can´t you just weep over my dead body?" 

I roll my eyes. "Look, you asshole, I may have been raised by a nation of hairdressers, but I´m not *that* gay." 

Orli pouts. "Fine. How about a manly tear?" 

"No." 

"It´s just one. And it´s not gay because I´m dying." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah," Orli says. 

He lies back down and I whisper, "Be at peace, Son of Gondor."  I brush my lips against his and I shed a single tear for him. 

Just as I´m pulling away, Orli sits up again. "Just as a curiosity -- how long before Gimli and Leggy haul their arses back here?" 

"Probably about half an hour. I think they´re playing ´Hide the Helmet´."

Orli beams at me and strokes my cheek. "Oh hell, I can put off croaking until then. Come here and shag me, you big hunk of a man." 

"As you wish," I purr. He throws his arms around me and gives me a big, sloppy kiss. 

When we come up for air, the room erupts in applause. Orli´s vibrating when we stand up to take our bows. 

"Dude, that´s fucking awesome!"  Elijah calls out. 

Sean is grinning from ear to ear and he´s giving us a standing ovation. He pushes his way past everyone and crushes us both in a big hug. 

"You two are brilliant!"  he exclaims while thumping our backs. 

"Thanks!"  Orli replies. He leans in closer and whispers, "Sean, do you have a moment?" 

"Why?" 

"Because Viggo and I would like to give you our present, and it´s really something that you shouldn´t let everyone else see." 

A wicked glint dances in Sean´s eyes. "You pervy bastards. All right, let´s go to my room." 

"I´ll join you in a sec," Orli says. "I have it out in the car." 

We slip away from the noise of the party and walk upstairs. Soon enough, Orli comes jogging up the steps with our gift his hands. Once Sean closes the door behind us, he says, "You realize that I´m incredibly hard to buy for. I already own all the toys I could need." 

Orlando hands Sean the small, flat box. "I doubt you have one of these, mate." 

Sean pushes the ribbon off and says, "Hmm...I already own those cock rings you pointed out to me last month." 

"Nope, guess again," Orli replies. 

He shakes the box and doesn´t hear anything. "What in hell? No noise?" 

Orlando rolls his eyes. "Quit arsing around and open it." 

"Don´t tell me, it´s empty..." Sean´s smartassed comments fade into a gasp when he rips the wrapping paper off and pops open the lid. Inside the box is a neatly folded sheet of parchment. "Is this what I think it is?" 

"Just read," Orli replies. 

His breath catches when he opens the paper. "Orli, Vig...a slave contract is a big deal. Are you sure?" 

I wrap my arms around Sean. "I´m sure. I approached Orli with the idea first and he wrote this up with my input. We made sure to define which areas of play we´re comfortable with and we were pretty specific about the fact that you can only top me if Orli´s not around."  I lean in closer and murmur, "You´re the only one I trust enough with this." 

The expression on Sean´s face is a mix of awe and vulnerability. "God...I can´t begin to tell you how honored I am..."

I hand Sean a pen. "So, is that a yes?" 

"You don´t have to ask me twice," he says before he signs it. I sign my name under Sean´s and kiss him passionately. 

When we break, Orli presents Sean with the spare key to my collar. "Take good care of him." 

Sean takes the key with reverence. "I will."  He then folds the two of us in a huge bear hug. "You two...fuck, this outshines all of the other presents I´m going to get tonight." 

"It was either this or an inflatable sheep," Orli says with a mischievous grin. 

Sean growls and then grabs Orli by the arms, tossing him to the floor. Orli responds by squealing before he jumps Sean, trapping him in one of his holds. 

Well, I know where this is going to lead. I step aside and lock the door, predicting that I have about two to three minutes before the fucking starts. Sure enough, after the two of them wrestle like mad, Sean finally manages to roll Orlando onto his back. Before Orlando can retaliate, Sean grinds his hips against Orli´s crotch. 

"Oh God..." Orli moans, his eyes fluttering closed. He arches up, pushing his hard erection against Sean´s. 

Sean nips Orli´s ear, causing him to shiver. "You´ve got it bad, don´t you? Can´t wait to have a juicy cock inside that tight little arse of yours?" 

His hips thrust downward again, and Orli lets out a breathy cry that sizzles through my blood. 

"Oh fuck, yes. Need you..." Orli chokes out, his eyes almost black with lust. 

With a growl, Sean yanks down Orlando´s low-riders and his boxers, pushing them down to Orli´s knees. 

"Lube´s in the nightstand drawer," he says to me before he licks a hot stripe up the underside of Orli´s shaft. 

Orlando mewls and thrusts up, nails digging into the carpet. Sean chuckles and his tongue flicks out, just barely skimming over the surface of the velvety skin. 

"Sodding tease," Orli groans. He tries to grab Sean´s head to get more contact, but Sean changes his grip and pins Orlando´s wrists and legs, keeping him from getting any leverage. 

"Now, now...be a good boy," Sean says in a low voice before his tongue darts out again, lapping at the small pool of moisture dribbling out of Orli´s swollen cock. 

"Bas...tard, oh God!"  Orli gasps, his head tossing from side to side as Sean nibbles and licks his flushed skin. 

Somehow, I manage to tear my eyes away long enough to stumble over to the nightstand. It´s days like this that I really hate the fact that I´m wearing tight jeans, because my poor cock feels like it´s being squeezed flat. 

A loud, strangled cry from Orli causes my head to snap around, and I almost cream my pants at the sight that greets me. Orli´s now bottomless, and Sean has pushed his slim legs back until his knees are almost in his ears. Orlando has reached down to pull his ass cheeks apart, spreading himself open while Sean´s tongue stabs into his hole. 

Oh holy shit...I´m mesmerized, rooted in place as Orlando pushes down onto Sean´s mouth, whimpering desperately. 

"Sean...goddamnit, fuck me!"  His sentence ends in a strangled cry as Sean delves in again, burying his face in as deeply as he can. Orli writhes under the assault, moaning Sean continues to torture him. 

"Please...please, I need you so badly," Orli says in a small voice. His entire body is quivering and tense, and his cock is drooling a small puddle of pre-come onto his stomach. 

Sean pulls back. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." He looks over his shoulder at me and purrs, "Unzip me and grease me up." 

Licking my dry lips, I hurry over, almost bursting out of my jeans when I see the prominent bulge in Sean´s pants. The telltale faint stain on his fly tells me that Sean had the same idea I did, and he´s gone commando tonight. 

His cock springs out when I pull the zipper down, and I avoid the temptation to wrap my mouth around him, tasting and savoring his hard flesh. I don´t want to keep Orli waiting when he´s this desperate. His hands are perpetually in motion -- cupping his balls, stroking his hole, caressing his thighs... so full of need that he looks like he´s going to burst. If he doesn´t get filled in the next two seconds there´s going to be hell to pay. 

I waste no time in lubing Sean up, and he bats Orli´s hands away before he sinks in, forging ahead at a languid pace until he touches bottom. 

"Christ!"  he moans as his hips press against Orli´s ass. Orlando arches in Sean´s hands, throwing his head back to let out a desperate, broken cry. 

"So hot and tight around me," Sean growls as he begins to thrust, pulling back all the way before driving his hips back into Orli´s vibrating body. 

"Yes! Harder!"  Orlando chants, his nails scrabbling in the carpet for purchase. He´s placed his feet flat on the floor and he´s pushing down, trying to impale himself on Sean with every stroke. 

"Like that, do you?"  Sean replies with a low purr before his pelvis snaps forward, causing Orlando to wail as he plunges in deep. Orli is thrashing in Sean´s grip, gurgling out unintelligible phrases as his ass is repeatedly slammed down into the carpet. 

Fuck, I don´t know how much more of this I can stand. My cock feels like it´s about to burst, but Sean glances over in my direction and mouths that I should wait. 

I grit my teeth; that´s easier said than done. Especially with Orli moaning like a cheap whore as Sean pounds into him over and over again. 

It´s not long before Orlando´s eyes squeeze shut and his breath is escaping in short hitches. I recognize that sound -- he´s about to come, and everyone in Wellington will be able to hear him. Before I can muffle him, though, Sean abruptly stops. 

"What the fuck?"  Orli says, giving Sean a glare that would kill anyone dead. "Bloody hell, man! I´m dying!" 

"Just hold onto your bollocks," Sean chuckles. He cradles Orli´s butt in his hands before he sits up on his knees, the muscles in his powerful arms rippling as he pulls Orli´s slender body off the ground. 

"Come here," Sean purrs, looking at me through half-lidded eyes. I don´t need to be told twice -- I stumble over, my cock straining against my jeans. Sean runs his tongue in a slow, lascivious swipe over his lips, his gaze fixated on my crotch. 

Taking the hint, I yank the zipper down on my fly, sighing in relief as my erection springs free from the strangulation device encasing it. I guide my cock to Sean´s waiting mouth, my heart beating rapidly in anticipation. 

Orlando and I both cry out as Sean opens and swallows me whole. He starts thrusting again, driving into Orli´s hole while his tongue dances along the underside of my dick. He takes my length with ease, slurping as I buck into his mouth. Orli mewls with impatience. Sean´s not fucking him as hard as before, he´s giving him just enough stimulation to keep him on the edge. 

God, between the show earlier and having my soul sucked out through my dick, I´m not going to last. My thrusts grow erratic and Sean hums, the vibrations surrounding my cock. 

My fragile control shatters and I slam forward, groaning out Sean´s name as I come, filling his mouth with salty fluid. He captures every drop and releases me before he twists around and leans down, letting his mouth hover over Orli´s. 

Orli parts his lips eagerly and Sean opens, letting my spunk cascade down into Orli´s mouth. Sean follows the path of the liquid, claiming Orli with a hard kiss as he starts pounding into him again, rolling his hips at the conclusion of each downstroke. 

Orlando is thrashing like a wilcat, his cries muffled by Sean´s kiss. His screams start increasing in volume and Sean lifts his head just long enough to croak, "Finish him off." 

His mouth slams down on Orli´s again just as he delivers another deep jab. Orli wails and looks like he´s going to explode - every muscle is tensed and quivering, and he´s rubbing against Sean with a feverish desperation. I snake a hand between their undulating bodies, grabbing Orlando´s heavy, leaking shaft. 

It only takes a couple of tugs before he screams, fists beating against the carpet as he climaxes violently, his hot spunk coating my hand and his chest. 

Sean moans and then slams forward, plunging into Orli with short jerky thrusts as he orgasms. His entire body shakes for several minutes before he slumps down, pressing his sweaty face to Orli´s. 

"Now that´s what I call a going away present," Sean says in a lazy voice. 

Orli giggles. "Hey, I always pride myself on choosing the best gifts ever." 

I kiss Orli on the lips, swiping up the remains of my taste. "Let´s just hope you didn´t traumatize any of the guests with your moaning. You were still pretty damn loud." 

Orli rolls his eyes. "Bugger. We should get back to the party before they miss us, yeah?" 

"Yeah," I reply, disappearing into the bathroom for a towel. When I come back, Sean pulls out and reaches for the damp cloth in my hands. 

I shake my head. "You´re still the guest of honor here. Let me."  With efficient movements, I clean them both up, and I tuck Sean neatly into his slacks. 

"You´ve got him trained well," he says to Orli with a wink. 

"Thanks, man!"  Orli says as he wrestles his jeans and boxers back on. "He can arrange flowers, too." 

I blow a raspberry at Orlando and he tackles me. We´re about to start wrestling again when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. 

We just manage to break apart when we hear a tap at the door. "Sean...are you there?"  Peter calls out. 

Sean opens the door and says, "Yeah, sorry. Vig wanted to talk to me about something and I could barely hear him above the din. So I dragged his arse up here and Orli tagged along." 

I hold my breath, hoping that Peter doesn´t notice Sean´s slightly disheveled appearance or the come that I´m sure is still on his breath. Tense moments pass before he says, "Barry´s about to make a toast, and you should probably be there for it." 

It´s really difficult for all of us to remain poker faced, but this is where our acting experience comes in handy. 

"All right, we´ll be down in a tick," Sean replies as if nothing happened. 

Peter nods and shuffles off. As soon as he´s out of earshot, we all let out a sigh of relief. 

Orli hisses, "Christ, that was a close one. Hold up, Sean. I need to make you look less freshly shagged before you rejoin the party." 

"You´re the one who got shagged," Sean points out. 

"Yeah, but your hair´s a mess and you´ve got some stains on your trousers. Let me have a go at cleaning you up. Vig... could you find some mints?" 

"I actually have some in my pocket because Liv hates it when I have smoke on my breath. I´m going to be kissing her a lot this week." 

"Aces...we´ll have you tidied up in no time, Sean." 

Orli works quickly, and Sean is soon presentable. Before we leave the room, he crushes us against him. 

"I´m going to miss both of you so much," he whispers. "This whole shoot has been something else...wish I could take more back home besides memories." 

"Don´t worry," Orli replies. "I´ll think of something."  Uh oh. I know that look in his eyes. I wonder what his brain is scheming up now? 

***

"Okay, I´m officially dead," Orli says as he sags into the make-up chair. Tanya ignores him and finishes removing his wig. "You´re going to have to pour me into the car -- I´m so knackered that I can´t move anything." 

"Except your mouth," I reply. 

Orlando rolls his eyes. "I don´t even have enough energy to tell you to fuck off. Just because certain filthy rangers have oodles of stamina doesn´t give them an excuse to pick on the walking wounded. What a way to spend a Saturday." 

Frankly, I´m surprised that I even remember my name. We´re on our last two weeks of filming, and I think I did at least five costume changes today. I look at the clock...God, is it really close to midnight? 

"You just need to eat more chocolate and drink mate," I say. "The sugar and caffeine will keep you going all day." 

Orli crinkles his nose. "Ugh. You can stick with your evil grass clippings. I´m fine with coffee." 

"As if soy milk tastes any better? I don´t know what catering is using, but the way it separates out and kind of floats on the top reminds me of some of the things Henry used to spit up." 

Orli sputters, but I know that he can´t move until Tanya finishes de-elfing him. I just grin at him, which makes him even more frustrated. He tries to lob a cotton ball in my direction, but it´s too light to be a good missile and it just falls to the ground. 

"You should´ve paid more attention in Physics," I laugh. 

"Cunt!"  Orli snarls. The next thing I know, he´s ripped off one of his elf ears and tosses it at me, smacking me in the nose. 

"Hey!"  Tanya says, glowering. "I was hoping to re-use that one on Monday!" 

"Sorry, luv," Orli says, shrinking in his seat. "You won´t get back at me for that, will you?" 

Tanya doesn´t reply, which means that she´s already plotting her revenge. Orli turns around and gives her his best puppy dog eyes. "I´ll buy you that smashing scarf you were fancying. Please don´t make Leggy look like a cheap tart? Pleeeease?" 

"I´ll think about it," Tanya says, giving Orli an enigmatic look. 

Orli meeps and sits perfectly still as the rest of his make-up is removed. Once she´s done, Tanya packs her kit up and says, "See you in a couple of days. And try to relax tomorrow for once -- you two still have the big coronation scene to do."  She sounds exhausted, but all of us are. 

"Take care," I call out as she leaves. 

Orli just grunts, so I walk over to his chair and nuzzle him. "Come on, babe...it you can convince yourself to make it to the car, you can sleep all day tomorrow." 

"I wish. I need to call everyone up." 

"You do?"  Okay, he´s lost me. 

Orli gives me one of those heart melting smiles of his. "You know that I´ve been tossing around the idea of getting something to celebrate this whole fantastic experience...I finally decided today." 

"Hmm, what?" 

"I think the entire Fellowship should get tattoos. It´ll be a lasting reminder of everything we´ve been through, and of the friends we´ve made. I mean, it´s been so life changing...without these films, I would´ve never met you...or the Hobbits..."

"Um, the entire Fellowship? I don´t think Ian would really get into the idea of having a tattoo. And Sean Astin...I doubt he would do anything that chancy." 

"Already had that planned out. Sean actually has a rebellious streak in him, you just kind of have to work at it. And I´m pretty sure that Ian will do it if we both ask him sweetly enough." 

I snort. Ian´s never held back the fact that he´s been interested the two of us. Besides, I doubt anyone in the Fellowship can resist Orli when he wants something. He has a knack for cajoling everyone into going along with his insane ideas. 

"It´ll be easier to convince people if you have a design picked out." 

"Got that covered. I decided on a ´Nine´ in Elvish. Nine members of the Fellowship, after all. I had one of the guys at WETA workshop draw it up for me."  He unfolds a sheet of paper, displaying the simple design. "I´ve already decided that I want it on my wrist, because Leggy´s an archer. Where are you going to stick yours?" 

"Hmm. It depends...how private do you want to keep it? You know this sort of thing is just going to be leaked to the press." 

Orli nibbles his lip. "Yeah. And I don´t think Peter and Barry will fancy the idea of any of us dropping trou to show off our tattoos." 

I look at Orli skeptically. "Oh, don´t give me that look, you bloody exhibitionist!"  he sputters. "I *know* that you´d love to do it. The bloody press would have a field day with that one. You´re probably itching to get back at Peters comment about how this is probably the first film where you haven´t showed your arse." 

His ranting makes me chuckle under my breath. He knows me too well. "Fine. I´ll put it on my shoulder, so you can see it when you bend me over." 

Orlando´s eyes darken. "Keep talking like that, and I´ll shag the hell out of you when we get home." 

"I thought you were tired?" 

As soon as the question leaves my lips, I´m treated to an armful of elf. "Changed my mind, old man," he says before he steals my breath away with a long kiss. 

****

"Ow! Fucking shit! This really fucking hurts! Fucking fuck!"  Elijah yells as the last touches on his tattoo are made. 

Orli snickers from his perch on Ian´s lap, "Don´t be such a baby, ´Lij. You were the one who decided to have it there." 

Elijah glares at Orli, "Well, duh. I figured that if you had one put on your stomach, it wasn´t going to hurt. You told me that you were a wuss with pain when you had yours done." 

I bite my lip to avoid laughing. That isn´t actually one hundred percent true. Orli´s got a hell of a pain tolerance...probably because he´s broken so many bones over the years. However, he´s always hated injections and was really nervous around needles for a long time. 

That always annoyed the shit out of him, so one day he decided to hell with his fear of needles, and he bounced into the tattoo parlor. Mind over matter prevailed, and he´s been fine with small, sharp pointy objects ever since then. In fact, Orli tells me that it was more annoying for him to wear tiny shirts while his tattoo was healing than getting the actual design done. 

Not that he´d admit anything about his pain resistance to Elijah -- one thing that Orli´s really tired of hearing are jokes about masochists. So, the story wound up being altered a bit. That´s fine, Elijah´s given Orli his share of crap during filming. Never annoy an elf, payback´s going to be a bitch. 

Speaking of said elf, his wrist is a bit swollen now. I´m wearing a loose shirt, covering up the similar marks on my shoulder. We both decided to go first, just to get people warmed up to the idea. There was some hesitation as to who would go next...until Orli volunteered to cuddle with Ian after his inking was done. 

That set the ball rolling, and Ian immediately shrugged off his shirt. Elijah decided to go next, followed by Dom and Sean. Billy and Brett are going last. I´m not sure how we´re going to make sure Bean does his, but Orli told me that he already has a plan. 

Time passes, and Orli is sweet enough to hold Brett´s hand while his nine is getting done. As the tattoo needle buzzes, I smile as I think about Orlando´s gift to the Fellowship. These marks will ensure that we have a lasting memory of the bonds formed in this magical place; bonds that will never break and will withstand the great distances that will separate us in the future. When the artist finishes up, an idea springs into my mind. 

Orlando and Brett are talking, and I turn the idea over a few times. Yes, I definitely want to go through with this. Once Orli has a moment alone, I drag him aside. 

I whisper in his ear, "Orli...this was an incredible gesture. And I starting thinking." 

"Yeah?" 

"I...I want something of my own. I want you to make your own mark on me. A private, lasting one, to celebrate our relationship." 

A small smile touches Orli´s lips. Damn, I think he´s figured it out. "Really? What did you have in mind?" 

"A piercing."  I swallow before I continue. "On my nipple."

Orlando looks at me cautiously. "That´s wonderful, but Henry´s bound to see it, you know. And then there´s filming..."

"I won´t tell him specifically why I got it. And I can remove it for scenes where I have to be shirtless." 

"All right, love. I promised to let you stretch your wings... and I´ll make good on your request." 

I clasp him to me. My heart swells, and I´m not sure I could love him any more than I do now. "Thank you. You don´t know how much this means to me." 

Orlando doesn´t reply. He just touches his knuckles to my cheek, but the look in his eyes speaks volumes. I wrap my hand around his, turning my head to press a kiss to his palm. We just stand there, looking deep into each other´s eyes until it´s time to leave. 

****

I should be tired as hell by all rights, but I have too much adrenaline running through my system to settle down. We did the last shot of principal photography today, and now we´re frantically packing up the last of our stuff before the wrap party. 

"At least you got your house ready to go last week," Orli mutters as he tapes up a box. 

"That´s because most of my shit is here. I didn´t have much to pack." 

Orlando tosses a few more things into a fresh box. "This is daft, every time I think I´ve cleaned everything up, I find more stuff hiding in a corner. Where in fuck did it all come from?" 

"Let me give you a hint -- one of us hoards clothes, socks, and a stunning array of bath products," I tease. 

Orli doesn´t miss a beat. "Guess we´ll have to do something about your Lush addiction. How many 3 liter jugs of that shower gel do we still have to pack up?" 

I jump on Orli, listening to him squeak as I tackle him to the ground. "That´s your fault. You´re the one who brought that bottle of Flying Fox home." 

Orli growls deep in his throat. Fuck, I never learn. The next moment, the breath is driven out of my lungs because Orlando slams me down onto the ground, pinning me beneath his body. I can´t help myself and I harden instantly, moaning as I press my crotch to his. 

"Someone´s eager," he says with a breathy laugh while he nips at my throat. "You´re supposed to save that for after the party." 

Our original plan was to come back here, have one last play session, and then I would get my piercing. However, now that I think about it, I´m not sure that´s such a great idea. "We might not have time. This is our last party together -- do you really think we´ll be able to get out before we have to hop on the plane?" 

His brow furrows in thought. "Fuck, you´re right. But do you think you´ll be able to sit through an all-night bender with a sore nipple?" 

"I´ll be fine. I had to wear my armor after we got tattooed, and it didn´t bother me." 

"All right, then," Orli says as he rolls off of me. His eyes darken and his voice lowers into a sultry purr. "Get naked while I grab the supplies," he growls before he strides from the room, his stance growing taller and more confident as he goes into toppish mode. 

My fingers are trembling as I strip. A million thoughts are zipping through my head -- worries about the distance that´s going to separate the Fellowship, whether all of our hard work will just get butchered in the cutting room, and yes, nervousness about the piercing. 

I can take a lot of pain, but my nipples are pretty sensitive. And a tiny voice in my head is bugging me about the fact that I have no idea what experience Orli has with piercing body parts. If you ask me, my worrying is fucking stupid, because before pierced ears were common, my friends used to do it themselves with an ice cube and a sterilized needle. 

Still...an earlobe and a nipple are two different things...

I hear Orlando coming back in, so I snap back to attention and assume my usual kneeling position on the floor. He´s carrying his toybox, but he hasn´t changed into his leather gear. We had to pack that away, but to be honest, he doesn´t need to wear anything special. His attitude speaks volumes, and there´s no doubt in my mind that he´s in charge right now. I feel myself immediately going submissive, and I whimper when he locks my collar around my neck. 

Orlando pats my head and barks, "Get on all fours. I have a present for you." 

I scramble to comply, and I hear him pulling something out of the box. A soft pop follows, and then the squish of lube being applied. I try to suppress a grin as his finger slides into him, bracing myself for a good, hard fuck. 

He preps me for a brief time before he removes his finger, and I hear him moving behind me. Instead of hearing a zipper descend, I feel something cold pressing against my hole. Fuck...must be a toy. I arch my back, moaning as he pushes it in. 

"Like the new butt plug? I picked it up during lunch." 

I nod frantically, small jolts traveling through me because the flared part of the toy is pressing against my sweet spot. I hear some more rummaging, and then tightness surrounds the base of my erection as Orli fastens a cock ring on me. I groan as he draws it tight, feeling the constriction around my shaft. 

"That´s it," he coos, petting my head. He caresses my hair, no doubt checking me for extreme signs of discomfort. When I don´t flinch, he strokes my face and smiles. 

"You´ll love this bit," he says, reaching behind me to grab something I can´t see. I hear a soft click. 

I scream as the plug hums to life, vibrating inside of me. I completely lose track of my surroundings at the explosion of sensation, and I almost punch my hands through the carpet, knowing that I can´t touch my cock until Orlando gives me permission. 

Orlando´s hand brushes over my jaw, reminding me of his presence. I concentrate on his touch, latching onto the feel of his skin against mine to keep a tenuous connection to reality. I see his hand moving over a small plastic box and the vibrations lower to gentle buzz. That must be the remote...

As the fire leaping through my blood dies down, I notice that Orlando slipping the bottle of lube into his pocket along with the remote. He then scoops up this morning´s newspaper and rolls it in his hand. 

He must have noticed the glaze leaving my eyes, because he wraps his fingers in my hair and tugs my head back. "We´re going out onto the deck. Follow me -- but stay down there. Got it?" 

A thrill laced with a small amount of fear shoots through me. The deck leads right out onto the beach, and during this particular time of day, hardly anyone comes walking around. 

However, we may still get caught. A part of me wants to call my safeword, but another part of me tells me that it´s our last night here, so we might as well go out with a bang. 

I crawl after Orlando as he strolls out, my trapped erection throbbing painfully as I watch his ass sway in front of me, his low slung jeans emphasizing every curve and swell of his firm cheeks. My cock´s leaking steadily, and I hope to God that I´m not leaving a trail on the floor. 

The salty, pungent smell of the sea hits my nose when I make my way outside. Orlando tugs me to my feet and guides me over to a table. 

"Hands down, flat on the surface," he says. After I comply, he puts the newspaper he was carrying on the table and flips it to a particular page. 

"You´re going to stay right in this position and read my horoscope," Orlando coos. "Every time you bollocks up, you have to start over. Clear?" 

I nod frantically, my heart hammering at the thought that someone could see us at any moment. As soon as I start speaking, Orlando flicks the switch on the remote. 

My words choke off in my throat as my body comes alive. Fuck, I feel like I´m going to explode. I bite my lip before I start over again, trying to concentrate. 

Orlando refuses to make this easy, and his fingers wrap around my cock, pumping my aching erection until I´m about ready to burst at the seams. 

"That´s it," he rasps. "Keep talking in that fuck me voice of yours." 

I somehow manage to keep going, my head spinning and my body thrumming out of control. The position of my hands prevents me from gripping the table, which of course makes me even more aware of Orli´s touches and the vibrations from the plug. 

"Something the matter?"  he asks as he runs a finger along the seam of my balls and presses a finger on the area just behind my sacs. 

Fucking goddamn sadistic bastard elf. My back arches as I stumble over the rest of the paragraph. My vision´s starting to swim because of the overload on my other senses. I´m about to scream in frustration when I choke out the last word. 

Orlando immediately turns off the plug. "Very good," he purrs. I gasp as he removes it, but before I can say another word, he enters me with a heart stopping thrust. 

"Orlando!"  I howl as my hands scrabble for purchase on the table. Jesus fucking Christ, he´s going to kill me. 

Orli doesn´t reply. Instead, he drags his finger through the dampness welling out of the head of my cock. He traces over the lines of my moon tattoo, causing it to glisten. 

"Mine," he purrs as his hips snap forward, ramming his dick into me with so much force that I can feel it in my teeth. I choke out a groan of pleasure; I don´t think I can ever get enough of this. 

"Always," I moan, pushing back. "I´ll always be your slut...need your cock so badly..."

Orlando growls and drives into me again, his strong hands gripping my hips. And then I see it, a shadowy figure in the distance. 

Shit. 

"Orlando," I hiss, my heart leaping in my mouth. "Someone´s out there." 

Orlando chuckles and thrusts faster. "Does it turn you on, Viggo? Knowing that a complete stranger is going to see you bent over this table with my cock buried up your arse? Maybe I should make you hike your leg up on the table so that you´re spread open...give him a good view of my dick ramming into your glistening hole." 

Christ. Every single part of me is burning out of control. "Yes," I whimper. "I want him to see what a whore I am. I´ll let you do anything, Orlando...I´m yours." 

"Fuck!"  Orlando moans. He reaches down and pops the cock ring open, grabbing my purple erection with one hand and clamping his other hand over my mouth. 

It just takes a few tugs before I´m wailing at the top of lungs, my screams muffled by Orli´s large palm. Reality shatters, and I´m only dimly aware of clamping down on Orlando´s hardness as my orgasm rips through my body. 

I start to fade out, and I vaguely feel Orlando biting my shoulder as he slams forward, his cock jerking inside of me and filling me with hot spunk. 

When I come to, I´m lying on my back on the floor of the living room. Orlando´s lying on his side close to me, his head propped up on one hand. 

"You know, you´re sodding heavy," he says with amusement. "I really had to scarper to carry your arse in here before that bloke saw us." 

I bolt upright. "Oh shit, he didn´t..."

"Easy, luv," Orli says, placing his hands on my chest. "I was keeping an eye on whoever it was. It wasn´t one of the neighbors, and I don´t think he could see more than dim outlines. Gave you a hell of a bite while I was trying to keep myself quiet, though." 

I try to crane my neck around to look at my shoulder. He drew blood, but I´ve had much worse. "Don´t worry about it. You didn´t bite the side with the tat." 

"Of course, two or three years ago, I probably would have let the guy have a free show. Fuck, I miss doing that," Orlando sighs. 

A shiver courses through me. The thought is really tempting, but we just can´t afford that any longer. "That´s the price of fame, unfortunately," I reply. 

"Yeah."  He brushes his fingers through my hair. "Ready for the second part?" 

Thank God I´m relaxed from my orgasm. It makes this part easier. "Definitely." 

Orli gives me a peck before he retrieves a small bag from his toybox. "I had to stock up on supplies after you made your request. I haven´t had to do a piercing in a while." 

He flips the box closed. "Which side?" 

All right. This is the moment of truth. I swallow and say, "The right one." 

"All right," he replies, strolling into the kitchen with his supplies. 

I lick my dry lips as I watch him fill up a pot of water and put it on the stove. The damn butterflies have started to take up residence again, but I try to make them go away by focusing on what Orli´s doing. 

He´s pulled out a small niobium hoop from the bag, and once the water reaches a rolling boil, he plops the ring into the pot. 

"Just sterilizing it," he says, as he puts a pair of latex gloves in a sealed packet by the sink. After a while, he pulls everything off the stove. 

While the water is cooling, he washes his hands thoroughly, dries off, and pulls the gloves out of the packet before he puts them on. 

He had sterilized a tray earlier, and had placed it on the kitchen table. He gives it another wipe with a bleach solution before he motions me over. I sit down, watching him as he finishes his preparations. 

From the bag, he produces a couple of needles, a small clamp, a pair of forceps, a surgical marking pen, a few swabs, and a bottle of providone iodine. Everything is sealed in plastic, keeping it sterile. He unwraps each package, laying the contents out carefully on the tray. 

My breath catches as he pulls the hoop out of the water with a pair of forceps and places it next to the rest of his stuff. Here we go... 

"I´m kind of a purist, so I´m not going to use ice cubes. That okay?"  Orli says. 

"I´m fine with it."  Orli´s swabbing the iodine over my nipple. I focus on my breathing, trying to calm down my beating heart. 

"That´s good."  He´s tweaking my nipples now, pinching them gently until they harden. Even in my agitated state, I can´t help biting back a moan. 

"You´re a horny bugger, Vig," Orli says. "Try to not cream yourself for this next bit, yeah?"  He has a finger on each side of my nipple and he´s pushing them towards each other. He´s concentrating intently, and his tongue is poking out of his mouth while he prods me. 

"I´m making sure that I have a straight shot," he says. "Okay...I see where I need to go."  He grabs the pen and makes a couple of marks. He clamps the area and checks again, making sure that things are going where they should. 

My heart skips a beat when he picks up the needle. As if he´s sensing my distress, Orli speaks to me in a calm, quiet voice. "Okay...deep breath, and then blow it out through your nose. Ready?" 

I can only nod, trying to not jump out of my skin when he positions the needle. I inhale as much as I can, and when I exhale, pain lances through my nipple. Holy shit, that did hurt, but much less than I was expecting. In fact, it actually feels good now. 

Orli leans over and picks up the small hoop. The needle is drawn back and he slips the end in, snapping it shut. The clamp is released and Orli sits back to admire his handiwork. 

"Now you´ll always have a reminder of me," Orli says, giving me one of his megawatt smiles. 

"That´s great," I reply, grinning at nothing in particular. Wow, the light bouncing off the floor sure is pretty...

Orli chuckles as he disposes of his gloves. "Someone´s stoned on endorphins. Come on, upsy-daisy." 

He tugs me to my feet and walks me around the house, chattering about his plans to visit his friends and family once he flies back. I´m too scatter-brained to reply, so I just follow along, listening the sound of his voice. When I start to come down, Orli stops walking and turns to face me. 

"I don´t think I´ll ever get tired of telling you how proud this makes me. You trusting me enough to mark you like this. I love you, Vig." 

He wraps his arms around my neck and presses his soft lips to mine. I open for him, letting our tongues dance against each other, paying extra attention to the feel of his mouth and skin, the small noises he makes when we kiss, and the softness of his hair. It´s a memory that I want to cherish and keep with me on those lonely nights. 

When we part, I touch my knuckles to his cheek. Now it´s my turn to give him something. 

"Stay right there," I say before I stride into the living room. I rummage in my backpack, finding the small box I stuffed into one of the outer pockets. God, I hope he likes it...

Orli´s eyes widen when I place the box in his hands. "Is this what I think it is?" 

Forget about the butterflies, I think a swarm of bats has taken up residence in my stomach. "Open it." 

His breath catches as he lifts the lid. "A ring? Holy fuck, Viggo!"  He´s beaming as pulls the brass band out. "Is that an inscription in Elvish?" 

My nervousness evaporates, replaced by the warmth of Orli´s smile. "It is." 

Orli slips the ring on his finger and his grin wobbles. "I don´t know what to say...other than ´it´s perfect´."

Before I can comment any further, he pounces on me and kisses me until my head spins. 

I don´t mind, we don´t really need to say anything else. We´ve had an incredible journey, but this is just the beginning. I´m looking forward to more, to see what the future will bring us. And no, it won´t be kink-free. Now that Orli´s opened my eyes, I´m never going back. 

Even though this lifestyle is going to be hell on us if the films are a success, I wouldn´t trade one minute back. Orlando and I have a unique connection, and I know that no matter what pressure the outside world puts on us, we´ll weather it through and continue to explore our boundaries however far we can take ourselves. 

We´ll go to wherever it may lead. 

THE END

Chapter 19
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