Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OB/VM

Summary: Viggo gets punished in a rather unexpected fashion. 

Archive: Mirrormere.  All others please ask. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings this chapter: bondage, coarse language, snowballing, and my weird sense of humor (please put away liquids and/or go to the bathroom first). 

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: Many, many thanks to Elizabeth, my lovely co-conspirator on "Rewarded".  *Mwah* babe, for your support, encouragement, and your extensive help!

Posted Dec.  7th, 2003

Ugh, what time is it? Never mind, don´t ask that, because the answer is always "way too fucking early."  Wait...mmm, something smells good, definitely must investigate. 

I pull on a pair of sweatpants and wander into the kitchen. Orli´s bustling about, wearing only his jeans. Okay, I changed my mind. Getting up is definitely worth it if I get to see a half-naked Orli in tight as sin jeans every time. 

"Vig! I was hoping you´d sleep in more so that I could serve you breakfast in bed," he says way too cheerfully. 

"I´ve had enough rest," I say, still not quite awake. Fuck, where´s the coffee? 

"I don´t know about that one," Orli says, grinning. "We stayed up pretty late last night, especially since you wanted me to do something fancy with the ropes." 

As soon as he says this, my cock immediately wakes up and decides that it wants some attention. I lick my lips as I remember how Orli had put me into an intricate rope harness that crisscrossed its way down the front of my body, forming elaborate diamond patterns. 

The tent in my pants immediately draws his attention, but he says regretfully, "We don´t have time this morning to take care of that." 

Damnit, Orli´s right. Work, unfortunately, has to come first. I sit down, shifting uncomfortably while my erection rubs against my pants while he serves up the omelet he made. 

Shit. I can´t eat like this. Think of something else, Viggo. Anything. A random thought suddenly pops into my head. "Orli, I was curious about something." 

"Hmm?" 

"How did you ever get interested in BDSM?"  Oh, good one, Viggo. Start out the morning with a little bluntness. 

Orli just chuckles. "You pick the weirdest topics for breakfast conversation, Vig."  He runs his hand through his mohawk. "But if I were to pin it down...I met Derek while I was doing the club scene in London. He was a great bloke: funny, quick-witted, and completely mad. We got along fabulously, and I wound up sleeping with him that night." 

"Did he tie you up?" 

Orli shakes his head. "Actually, we were pretty vanilla. But we were shagging on a regular basis; so, after several months together, he asked me if he could tie me up." 

"And of course, you took it as a challenge..."

Orli´s gives me a sheepish grin. "Yeah. You know me too well. I had heard about bondage, but there wasn´t anyone I really trusted enough to try it with." 

"Until Derek." 

Orli nods. "Anyway, I liked it so much that we did more of it, and then I found out that he was pretty well immersed into the BDSM scene. So, I got even more curious, and I asked him a ton of questions. We were probably up a pretty good portion of the night, and when dawn broke, I asked him if I could become his sub. He agreed, one thing led to another, and here I am now, the pervy bastard I am today." 

My eyes bug out of my head. "You were a sub?" 

"Gotta start somewhere, Vig. Once I got the hang of it, I stopped bottoming, but I think the experience made me a better top, yeah?" 

I lean in and kiss him. "Yeah," I whisper. 

***

Shit, sitting between takes is really fucking boring. And it doesn´t help matters that Orli keeps slinking around in those leggings. 

He gets tired of chasing the hobbits around, so he bounces over to my chair and gives me a hearty kiss. Of course, I immediately flashback to last night, and my pants start strangling me. At this rate, I´m going to have to ask Ngila to increase the crotch room in Aragorn´s costume because I´ve been almost perpetually erect ever since I started subbing a couple of weeks ago. 

"What´s on your mind?"  Orli asks playfully. "You´ve got this incredibly serious expression on your face. Did something happen? Aragorn losing his big-arse sword in the wash, perhaps?"  Goddamnit, why does he have to stand so close to me in that tight costume? I start thinking about how he rammed his cock into me while I was begging him to do more...oh shit, *that* was a bad idea. I think my raging erection is about to shred a few seams. 

I grab Orli around the waist and purr, "We have a few minutes. We can disappear into the Cuntebago and Pete won´t miss us." 

"Vig, he needs us on set," Orli protests. 

I lower my eyes and my voice drops to a throaty whisper. "But Orlando, I want you to bend me over a table and fuck me into next week. I want to feel your hard cock pounding into me, marking me as yours. Please? I need it." 

I see Orli´s hand gripping his bow tighter. Damnit, I wish that tunic wasn´t covering his crotch, but I´m sure that I´ve made him hot and bothered now. 

He says in a cold voice, "I told you that we weren´t dragging this into work, Viggo. You´ve been bloody pushy ever since we started playing, so I think it´s high time for a serious lesson." 

My heart jumps and I squelch the urge to bear hug him. I always have an incredible orgasm after being punished. "I´m sorry," I say quietly. "What do you want me to do?"  My erection is throbbing in anticipation. Use me, Orli, please. 

Orli replies, "Keep your dick under control until we get home. If you keep talking to me like that, I´m going to leave you high and dry. Is that clear?" 

Hmm, not quite was I was expecting, but I know that means that Orli has something very, very wicked planned for later. It´s a good thing that humans lost their tails, because if I had one, I´d be wagging it right now. "Yes," I say quietly. 

"Good. Now go work off that excess energy. You´re twitchier than a sodding teenager."  And with that, he walks away, making sure to wiggle his ass as he leaves. 

I grind my teeth as I watch those tempting cheeks move. Fortunately, Sean decides to walk on the set at this point. Well, Orli did tell me to take care of my frustration...

I charge at Sean and immediately tackle him as hard as I can. He yelps before we both hit the ground. 

"You mad bastard!"  Sean exclaims, struggling underneath me. 

The two of us wrestle until someone in make-up yells at us to knock it off. God, my cock is still throbbing... and our little tussle just made it worse. Thank God Sean didn´t notice. 

Kiran has seen all of this, and he´s doubling up with laughter. I´m still peeved, so I growl at him. He grins at me before he dashes off, chuckling. 

Well, I´m not going to let that one rest. I climb off of Sean and take off after Kiran. Fuck, he´s taking advantage of his height, ducking under things that I could never fit through. Fine, I´m persistent. 

Damn! How much stamina does he have? I think I´ve chased him around the entire fucking set at full speed. 

Peter´s voice cuts through the air. "Viggo, if you´re *quite* done now, we need Aragorn to do his line." 

I immediately stop and wander back meekly. Shit, that was embarrassing. As I get onto my mark, Elijah looks at me, wide-eyed. 

"Is something up?"  he asks helpfully. 

Yeah, Elijah, my cock is, because a certain elf has decided to torture me a bit. That´s probably way too much information for him; so instead, I clear my throat and say casually, "Just feeling a bit antsy today. We were up late, and I think Orli may have brewed the coffee a little too strong this morning." 

"You should watch that. I´ve seen Orli make coffee so thick that you could eat it with a spoon. And stay away from his fucking Depth Charges, they´ll have you on edge all day."  I shudder as Elijah mentions Orli´s specialty drink. I still have no idea how he can drink coffee with three shots of espresso and still live. 

Just over Elijah´s shoulder, I see Orli prowling around while he´s getting into character and I try not to curse my lack of crotch room again. "He´s doing a pretty good job of that by himself," I say bleakly. 

***

Finally, we can go home. My skin´s tingling on the drive back as I start imagining what Orli has lined up for punishment. 

Orli´s not saying a word to me, making me twitch in anticipation. Damn, now I know how he feels most of the time. Interesting that our roles in the bedroom have become completely reversed. 

Once we get to his house and close the door, Orli says, "Take off your clothes and kneel."  Yes! Just what I was waiting for. I strip while he disappears into the bedroom to fetch my collar, feeling myself become achingly erect as I settle down on the carpet. 

I´m still looking at the ground when I hear him coming back into the room. I feel the familiar cold kiss of the metal against my skin, and my cock begins to drip. My mind immediately switches over and I feel myself burning with the need to satisfy all of Orli´s whims. 

After the lock is in place, Orli steps back. "Now, it´s time for your lesson," he says. 

I hope I don´t look too eager. "What do you want me to do?"  I whisper. 

"Clean my house." 

What? I must be going deaf in my old age. That didn´t sound right. "Excuse me?" 

"Clean my house," Orli says. "And since you´ve decided to question me, you´ll have to deal with the refrigerator." 

I bite my lip to avoid telling Orli that he´s on drugs. As if he sensed my unanswered protests, Orli continues, "Not all punishment is pleasant, Vig, and I´m tired of you being pushy." 

Sighing, I start pulling all the clothes and paper off of the carpet and tables. It takes a long time to get it organized, since Orli seems to prefer to use the floor as a storage device. Thank God I decided at the beginning of this week to finally deal with the cans in the bedroom: having one less thing to tidy up is always good. After I get everything put away, I give the rug a good vacuuming. 

Now the dishes. I´ve been keeping some of them clean, but Orli somehow manages to generate stacks of them while I have my back turned. In fact, I didn´t know he *owned* that many dishes. If you ask me, I think they´re secretly breeding. 

The bathroom is actually not too gross, since Orli´s mess is mostly clutter, so it doesn´t take too long to get it spotless. I´m actually glad that I´m naked at this point, because I´m starting to sweat a bit. 

Okay, that´s done. Unfortunately, now I have to deal with the fridge. I open the door, dreading the fact that I´ll now how to deal with the cartons and jars that have been shoved into the back. I´ve been ignoring their existence, hoping that Orli will take care of them. Guess I´m paying for that now. 

Fortunately, most of the stuff is old take-out that I can just throw away. You know, I´ve never seen food turn *that* many different colors before. How in hell does Orli do it? Scratch that. I really don´t want to know. 

The jars are a bit fuzzy on the inside, but the stuff can just be rinsed out; which is good, because I´d hate to have the recycling people deal with it. 

Okay, containers and jars all dealt with...fuck, he has a pot of something back here. Who knows how long *that´s* been in there? 

I gingerly open the lid and immediately slam it back down. Shit, whatever was growing in there was big enough to bite my face off. If Orli ever needed an attack dog, all he´d have to do is chain this thing out in front to scare people away. 

I rummage under the sink and thankfully find some gloves and the industrial strength scrubber I bought a few days ago. I somehow manage to scrape out the stuff without losing any major limbs, wrestle it into the trash, and then scrub the pot clean. I then start the dishwasher, wipe down the kitchen counters, and bleach the sink. There. The kitchen´s almost spotless, except for the floor. 

After I´m done, Orli says, "Stop. Go hop in the shower and wash up. And no dawdling in there."  Ah, nice of Orli to give me a break. 

Mmm, shower feels good. I finish up and towel off. When I come back into the living room, I notice that Orli has stripped off his clothes and is sprawled out on the couch, idly skimming his hand over his chest. God, he´s gorgeous. 

Faced with such a beautiful sight, I´m not surprised that my cock decides to stand at attention. However, Orli says, "You´re not done yet, Vig. You still have mopping to do." 

Oh hell. He´s really enjoying this, the sadistic bastard. Trying not to grumble, I grab the mop and bucket, fill the bucket full of water, and start cleaning the linoleum. 

As I´m working, I can feel Orli´s eyes burning into my back. Damnit, he´s sitting back and enjoying the view, the pervert. And what´s worse is that I´m getting turned on by the idea. 

Fuck, well, I guess I´ll just go with it. I start bending over more than usual, making sure that Orli gets a prime view of my ass. I hear some murmurs of appreciation, which just makes me get unbearably hard. 

By the time I´m done, Orli purrs, "Very good. Now crawl over here." 

I get down onto my knees, keeping my eyes on the ground as I obey. Once I´m by his side, Orli reaches down and pets my head. "You did an excellent job. I´m going to ask you to do one more thing, and then you´ll get your reward." 

I try not to sigh. Not more cleaning. Orli points to an area of carpet between the coffee table and a heavy chair. "Lie down there, face up and spread eagled, feet pointing towards the coffee table." 

Now that´s *much* better. Trying not to grin, I crawl over and get into position. Orli sits up, and I can see now that he was covering up several coils of rope. Little imp. 

He ties my wrists and ankles with the soft rope to the legs of the coffee table and the chair, staking me out. As he fastens the last knot, my erection starts twitching eagerly. 

Orli straddles my face and says huskily, "I´m a bit hot and bothered by your little show. Eat my arse, and if you do a good job, I´ll let you come." 

I try not to grin like an idiot as Orli lifts his hips. However, he surprises me by reversing his position, letting me get a great view of his beautiful, firm ass. He lowers himself down carefully, making sure that he doesn´t cut off my breathing. 

"Lick me," Orli growls. I immediately get to work, circling my tongue around the pink skin of his entrance. It´s a little harder than usual, because I can´t use my hands, but I quickly overcome that handicap, lapping and tasting his sweet skin. 

"Oh yeah, that´s right..." Orli sighs throatily. He loves being rimmed, and I´m determined to give him the most pleasure possible. Lifting my head up slightly, I stab my tongue in. 

"Yes!"  Orli screams. "Tongue-fuck me."  I see his hand moving down to wrap around his cock. It´s hard to refuse Orli under any circumstances, so I thrust my tongue deep within him, listening to his moans increase steadily as I bring him towards the brink of orgasm. Oh God, the noises he´s making...fuck, that´s sexy as all hell. 

"Christ, that´s so good..." Orli breathes. I can tell from the shake in his body that he´s close, so I lean in and give his entrance the deepest stab I can muster, twirling my tongue inside. 

"Yes!"  he cries out, giving his shaft a final yank. His body quivers and he climaxes loudly, spurting over my chest; each jet of hot liquid sends a jolt through my body as it hits. Damnit, I don´t know if I can take much more of this...

"Brilliant," Orli purrs, sitting up. I protest, but he ignores it as he rolls to one side of me. Orli then rights himself before he crawls between my legs. God, I wonder what he´s going to do next? 

Almost as if he´s reading my mind, Orli grins wolfishly at the sight of my hard cock and blows a puff of hot air at it. While I´m whimpering, he scoops up his come from my body and nudges his hand against my mouth. 

"You know what to do," he murmurs. I obediently wrap my lips around his wet fingers, and start sucking on them as lasciviously as possible. 

"God, you look so sexy," he purrs while the fingers from his other hand dance over my erection. "Spread-eagled and open for me, eagerly lapping up my come like you´re starving for it."  Oh, holy fuck, that dirty talk of his is going to be the end of me. I struggle against my bonds, trying to get more contact. 

He laughs throatily and licks the tip of my cock. "Poor Viggo...all frustrated and nowhere to go." 

I´ve finished cleaning him, so I tear my lips off his fingers. "Orlando, please...let me come..." I´m looking pitifully at him, pleading with my eyes...God, I´m going to combust if I don´t come soon...

Without any warning, Orli quickly inhales my cock, causing me to yell out a curse. He´s bracing himself on my thighs, keeping me from slamming upward as he pulls back, pausing to lap at the skin on the underside of my erection, just under the head. I´ve been on the edge for so long that it only takes a few swirls from his expert tongue before my orgasm rips through my body, shattering the world around me. 

I´m still floating when Orli slithers up my body and presses our lips together. I eagerly open for him, and he surprises me by pushing my come into my mouth. 

I swallow all of it, lapping at his tongue to get every last drop. The seal isn´t perfect, and a little bit dribbles out. As we part, Orli swipes his tongue over my lips and chin, cleaning me. I let out a soft moan and he gives me a final, tender kiss before he reaches for the knots. 

He´s beaming as he unties me. After he unlocks my collar and pulls it off, he says, "How was it?" 

I wrap my arms around him. "Well, it wasn´t *quite* what I expected, but it worked," I say as I kiss him gently. "I´m not going to provoke you again." 

Orli looks incredibly apologetic. "I´m sorry, Vig, but you *really* were getting way too pushy, and it´s fucking annoying to have to deal with it."  His voice shakes a little as he says, "If you want to do this right, you have to let me to call the shots, please? This won´t work otherwise." 

Now I feel like a complete shit. Why am I having a problem? Think, Viggo...fuck, I know what it is. Swallowing, I say, "I´m sorry, baby. I´m such a control freak that´s it´s difficult for me to fully let go. I guess I still have some insecurity issues." 

He puts his hands over mine. "You´re going to have to throw them out the window if we´re going to continue. Please Vig, I need your absolute trust in order for this to work. Can you do that?"  He meets my eyes, and his gaze is so heartrendingly vulnerable and open that I feel my breath stopping. 

Damnit, I´m being a fucking idiot. I told Orli that surrendering to him was an expression of my love, and now I´m wussing out. Come on, Viggo, he deserves better than that. 

I cup Orli´s smooth cheek, stroking it tenderly with my thumb. "Yes, I can."  I look at him intently, baring my soul to him. "I want to give you everything, and I mean it this time. Forgive me?" 

He gives me one of his megawatt smiles in response. "Of course I can, you daft cunt," he says before he kisses me soundly. "I´m sorry for being such a fascist about playing during work hours, but you *do* tend to lose yourself in your roles, and I didn´t want to take the chance of you mixing stuff up." 

A brief picture flashes in my mind of Aragorn crawling at Legolas´ feet, making me chuckle. "Don´t apologize, you have a valid point, and I don´t want to piss Peter off by screwing with our characters´ dynamics." 

He gratefully cuddles against me. "Thanks, Vig." 

"I love your wicked, twisted mind, elf boy. Don´t ever change that."  A loud rumble from Orli´s stomach suddenly cuts off anything else I was going to say. 

"Looks like I´d better start dinner." 

Orli shakes his head. "Let´s order takeaway tonight. I don´t want to dirty up the kitchen after all of your hard work this afternoon." 

"You´re so good to me," I say, kissing him. "Love you." 

"Love you, too," he breathes. 

It doesn´t take us too long to order and pick up our food. I bring the cartons out onto the deck, and as soon as I lie back in one of the long chairs, Orli bounces into my lap. While I´m laughing, he rearranges himself so that he can look out at the beach, and then he leans back against my chest, letting out a contented sigh. 

We watch the ocean rolling in while I hold him and nuzzle his mohawk. Damn, I still can´t believe how lucky I am to have him. As if he´s sensing my thoughts, Orli tilts his head up and kisses my lightly on the jaw, gazing at me with puppy dog eyes and making my heart melt. I can´t deny him anything, and I make a silent vow to fully accept his domination from this point forward. No more holding back any longer for me. Not ever. 

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