Author: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OB/VM, SB/VM

Summary: Dinner and dessert. 

Archive: Mirrormere.  All others please ask. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings This Chapter: coarse language, bondage. 

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 long hiatus. ..RL can be a bitch.  However, I´m picking up this series again, and will be posting regular chapters until I´m done.  One good thing about a long rest...it inspired my dominant!Orli muse quite a bit. 

By the way, a papasan chair is a two part piece of furniture.  It consists of a wooden, concave, round frame perched on a stand (picture a half-egg sort of thing.  The round part has a cushion on it.  (If you still have problems visualizing, Google it)

Many, many thanks to my soul sister Elizabeth. .. both for providing inspiration for the dinner scene (from "Rewarded" pt.  9) and for inspiring some of the smutty dialog. 

A thousand thanks to Salix for her sharp eye and help.  I know you´ve been waiting for certain visuals, so I hope you enjoy!

Posted May 26, 2004. 

I´m in the midst of working on the main course for dinner when I spot Orli sauntering into the kitchen. I smile at him, but I really can´t let my attention be diverted right now, not while I´m cooking. 

Orli, of course, decides that this would be a good time to wrap his arms around my waist and press his body against mine. He really does have a knack for bad timing. 

"Mmmm...smells wonderful. What´s on the menu tonight?"  he asks. 

"Pepper-encrusted salmon that´s going to turn Cajun if you keep that up." 

"Keep what up?"  he asks in an innocent voice while he grinds his hips against my ass. He´s already hard, and the sensation of his cock rubbing in small circles against me is driving me insane. 

"Orli...not now, please? Bean and the Hobbits will be over soon, and I can´t afford to ruin the food." 

I can almost hear the pout behind my back, but Orli relents. He peels himself off of me and I hear him bounding off down the hallway. 

Shrugging, I turn back to the stove and finish pan-frying the fish. Whew. Okay, everything´s done now...that´s odd, there´s no sign of Orli, and he usually helps me bring the food out. Shit, I hope I didn´t hurt his feelings when I brushed him off earlier. Hmm, no...if that was the case, he would have told me. 

Damnit, I´m running out of time here. Okay, put the salmon out, salad, home-baked bread, soup...there, all done. Now I have to clean up. 

As usual, the kitchen´s a complete mess. I´m just not one of those people who cleans up after themselves while they make food. Well, no use putting this off... 

Orli bounces into the kitchen at this moment, hands digging into the pockets of his baggy jeans. He looks so fucking young when he does that, and it makes me laugh. "Your timing is off, baby. Now I get to draft you for KP duty."  He does a full-on sulk and I grin at him. 

"Fuck, Vig...I hate tidying up," he says. 

"Well, then you should have helped me with the food," I reply as I turn my back to him. I almost jump out of my skin when I feel something cold slither around my neck. 

"And you´re being a smart arse," he snarls. Oh shit, he´s putting my collar on me. Why didn´t I see it earlier? The little devil must have stuck it into his pocket, damnit. 

I hear the click of the lock being closed, and my knees turn into water. I can´t believe he wants to play right now, but if I bitch, he´ll make me regret it. 

"You know, Viggo...I don´t appreciate getting told to sod off. I think you need a lesson."  My shorts tighten when I hear his throaty words. God, I love it when he uses his toppish voice. 

"Put your hands on the sink and bend over," he commands. I do so, and I suck in a breath when he abruptly yanks my shorts down. My cock springs free, and it´s already hard as nails. 

Orli purrs, "Nice...but I´m not ready to play yet. Kick those off and keep cleaning up." 

What??? Shit, Bean and the hobbits don´t believe in knocking. What if they walk in on us? 

I´m about to protest when Orli says, "And no whinging."  Well, that answers that question. He seems intent on embarrassing me, so I step out of my shorts and start rinsing off the cutting board. 

I hear a snap behind me, like a pencil was being broken in two. What in hell? I´m about to turn around when Orli growls, "Eyes front." 

Sighing, I keep at my task, but then I almost jump three feet into the air when I suddenly feel a cold, slippery finger pressing against my hole. That´s funny, I didn´t hear the lube being squirted out; guess the running water disguised the sound. Wait a minute, something´s odd about the texture of his skin...

"I pulled a glove on because we´re in the kitchen," Orli purrs as if he´s read my mind. Before I can ask anything further, he pushes it in. 

Goddamn, that´s good. My eyes roll back in my head, and Orli says, "And no stopping, you hear? If you do, I´m not going to let you get off tonight."  Fuck, he´s insane! And I can´t disobey his orders. I´m very agitated as I continue to wash up -- I keep picturing the hobbits bursting in and finding us like this...me, bent half-naked over the sink, and Orli with his finger up my ass...oh God...he´s found my prostate...Shit! 

My hands are shaking and my vision´s swimming as I try to dump the scraps into the garbage disposal...fuck, I just want to stop what I´m doing and screw myself on his fingers, pumping my hips wildly until I come hard...

He adds another digit and I almost lose it. "Don´t stop," he growls, "Or Bean and the hobbits will get treated to an interesting pre-dinner show." 

Evil. Fucking. Elf. Damn him. He´s pumping his hand in and out, and I feel like I´m fighting through molasses to keep moving. My head´s spinning out of control and my heart´s beating like mad, sending adrenaline shooting through my system. 

It seems as if everything´s melting around me, and it´s an uphill battle to force my hands to work and finish with the scraps. In fact, the sink seems far away, almost as if I have to go outside of my body to make my arms work. Orli flexes his hand, and something electric spikes through my nerves, making me gasp as I try to concentrate. 

"That´s it," Orli says, his voice throatier than ever. He reaches around and touches the tip of my cock. 

"So excitable," he coos as he dips his fingers in my pre-come. I bite off a moan as he drags them along the underside of my erection, the wetness causing shocks to pulse through me. Every inch of my skin is prickling now, making me painfully aware of everything. Even the smallest gust of air raises goose bumps on my flesh. 

Somehow, I manage to keep doing my tasks, but my limbs are on autopilot. My knees are shaking and it´s a complete fight to not stop, spread my legs as wide as they can go, and beg Orli to fuck me until I can´t sit down. 

Time just seems to pass in a hazy blur, but then I hear a familiar sound...damnit, make your brain work, Viggo... right...that´s a car sound...and it´s...pulling into the driveway? Shit! It´s Sean! 

Orli rubs my prostate again, and I almost drop the knife in my hands. "Finish cleaning that up, Viggo. And it looks like you´d better hurry with this last bit. I don´t think Sean fancies the sight of your hard cock." 

Fuck! I start rushing, but I´ve become all thumbs. Shit, fuck -- the knife lands with a clatter into the sink, and as I try to fish it out, Orli moves his fingers again, sending another bolt through my spine. Breath´s getting shorter.... shitshitshit! I´m so confused that I can´t figure out where the water from the faucet is aiming...

Oh no, I hear Sean´s steps...come on you can do it... combusting inside from Orli´s fingers...damnit...you can do this...oh God...Sean´s getting closer... don´t fumble...I think I have it...

Sean´s about two steps from the front door when I put the knife into the dishwasher. Done, thank God. Orli doesn´t waste any time -- he pulls his fingers out and sprints at full tilt for the bedroom. I´m about two seconds behind him, and my heart is thumping like a jackhammer. 

As Orli´s closing the door behind us, I hear Sean coming into the house. "Oi!"  he shouts. "Could you at least be bothered to come out and say hello?" 

"Sorry, Sean!"  Orli calls back. He´s grinning like a madman and I glare at him. "Viggo had an accident in the kitchen and we´re cleaning the mess off his clothes. Just make yourself at home." 

My jaw almost drops open. I can´t believe he was able to lie without his usual babbling. 

Orli must have known what was on my mind, because his eyes crinkle with delight. He whispers, "Don´t be so shocked, I had a lot of practice making up excuses if I´ve been playing with someone. I worked out this one while I was back here fetching supplies." 

He pulls off the glove and puts it in a plastic sandwich bag partially filled with some sort of clear liquid. Hmm...smells like bleach. 

"It´s a good idea to sanitize anything that´s been up your arse before you toss it," Orli replies as he seals the top. "You don´t want the bloke who collects the rubbish to have to deal with biohazards." 

I nod, trying to ignore my aching cock. That little adrenaline-producing scene has made me so hard that a slight breeze could make me come. Hmm, I wonder how Orli´s going to keep me quiet while he brings me off. 

Instead of reaching for me, he opens a drawer and tosses me a pair of briefs. He then picks out a pair of loose pants from the closet. 

"You´re going to be wearing these during dinner. These knickers should keep your cock down," he says while he continues to poke around. 

Fuck! Don´t tell me he´s going to leave me like this?! 

"Orlando, please..." I start to say, but he puts a finger on my lips. 

"Now, now...I´ve decided that I can´t keep you quiet even if I kiss you hard while I give you a wank...so you´re going to have to hold it in until later." 

Argh. He looks so innocent, but he can really be a fucking bastard. Just my luck that he decided to torture me right now. Great, he´s wiggling that pert ass of his while he´s digging through my clothes. What did I do to deserve this? 

He pulls out my only dress shirt and says, "Shuck the rest of your stuff and wear this, too." 

What? That means I´m going to...

"Yup. You´re wearing your collar tonight. The high neck on this thing will hide it," Orli replies to my unspoken question. 

I clench my fists. I want to tell him off, but I know he´ll punish me for that, probably by not letting me come. Damnit. 

Orli brushes his fingers against my cock and purrs, "Now, I have to pop out and go talk to Sean, or he´ll get suspicious. Make sure you get dressed fast, you don´t want to be rude to your guests."  I´m still shivering when he leaves, craving more of his touch. 

God, even though I´m resenting the fact that he´s decided to leave me hanging, the thought that I´m going to be secretly wearing my collar around Sean and the hobbits sends an illicit thrill straight to my groin. 

I pull off my t-shirt and climb into the clothes he´s laid out for me, stuffing my erection with difficulty into the briefs. I stifle a moan as I come into contact with my throbbing cock, but I try not to think about it. I can´t disobey Orli´s commands and he´ll know if I´ve been touching myself. 

The pants follow, as does the shirt. God, I hate high necks...they make me feel like I´m being strangled. However, if it´s the only thing that will cover my collar up...

I just finish closing the last button when I hear the hobbits bursting in. 

"Orli!"  they call out in unison. I hear a loud thud and some yelling. Yeah, sounds like he tackled them and they´re all in a friendly hobbit-pile. 

"Hey! Where´s Viggo?"  Elijah says. 

I do one last check to make sure that my cock isn´t showing too much. Fuck, it´s still bulging, but I´m guessing that no one other than Orli will be looking at my crotch. 

I open the door. "Right here," I reply as I step out and join them. 

Bean wolf whistles. "My my...what´s the special occasion? Never thought I´d see you in anything other than a t-shirt and jeans." 

Uh oh. Think fast. "Orlando made me do it," I grumble. I figure that I can´t get into trouble with him for saying that, because it is somewhat true. 

Dom says, "He *made* you? Jesus, Viggo...never thought the poncy elf would have you whipped." 

Oh, thank you very much, Dom. How in fuck do I change the subject without the hobbits pestering me for more details? Shit, there´s got to be something...

Oh wait, I have it. "Well, if you knew the things he could do with his..."

Bean abruptly says, "Shut up, you wanker! That´s too much information!"  I try to avoid grinning. Good old straight-as-an-arrow Sean. Always handy to have around if I need to avoid questions about our sex life. 

Orli clears his throat. "Dinner´s already on the table, so unless you cunts want it to get cold, you should dig in."  The hobbits let out a large whoop and detangle themselves, tossing Orli to the floor so that they can get at the food as fast as possible. Hobbits. Also very predictable. 

I pull Orli to his feet, and we saunter over to join them. Bean follows behind us, muttering something about hobbits always thinking with their stomachs. 

We´ve reached the table now, so we take our seats; Orli sits by my side and Bean settles down across from me. The hobbits have already dished out the salad and they´re stuffing their faces. Bean grabs a piece of bread while I pour some dressing on my salad. 

"Could you be a love and pass me the ranch?"  Orli says. 

"Sure," I reply, grabbing the bottle and handing it to him. 

Bean says, "I´ll have some after you´re done with it, Orli." 

"All right," Orli says. He drizzles the liquid over his vegetables and then passes it to Sean. I grab some bread and I´m in the middle of buttering it when I feel Orli´s foot nudging mine. 

Huh? Wonder what he needs...oh shit...he´s got a sliced carrot stick on his fork and he´s licking the white, creamy dressing off of it, lavishing attention on the vegetable like it´s a nice juicy cock. 

God, I was just starting to soften and now I feel like my pants are strangling me...especially now that I´m watching Orli´s pink tongue dart out to lap at his phallic substitute. And damnit, it doesn´t help that he gives me one of his impish grins afterward. 

I flick my eyes across the table and Sean´s preoccupied with his food. Thank God, he´d see Orli´s little display, otherwise. I shift a bit, and I can feel the collar brushing against my skin, which sends a bolt of lust straight to my groin. 

I tear my eyes away and decide to concentrate on talking to Bean. Big mistake. Sean accidentally dropped a big glob of butter onto his bread and he´s licking it off. Oh man...my imagination goes into overdrive, picturing what it would be like to have that tongue sliding down my chest...

Orli´s fingers stroke my thigh and I almost jump out of my chair. He leans closer and purrs just loud enough for me to hear, "Mmmm, wouldn´t you love to see those lips wrapped around your cock? I can just imagine him looking up at you as he sucks on you..."

Fuck! I almost crush the fork in my hands while Orli keeps up his dirty patter, and I can tell that´s he´s enjoying every minute of this. He ceases fire when Sean starts talking to us, and I have to keep myself from growling at the smug grin plastered across his face. 

Of course, Orli doesn´t give me a respite. He fondles my crotch under the table while we´re discussing things with Sean, and I have to call on all of my acting skill to pretend that nothing´s wrong. 

It seems like an eternity before dinner is finally over. Orli somehow manages to organize the hobbits to clean up, which is good, because I´m pretty damn sure that my erection is showing through my pants. There´s no way in hell I´m standing up. 

While the noisy quartet is clattering around in the kitchen and producing the maximum amount of noise possible, Bean says, "Hey, you want a beer, Vig?" 

"No, I´m good."  Thank God he didn´t feel like dragging me off to the living room. I´d have a hard time explaining the bulge in my crotch. 

Sean returns with an open bottle and he takes a hearty swig. Fuck, I can see his throat muscles working as he swallows...damnit, stop that train of thought right now...he´s straight and Orli would hate the idea of an open relationship...

"Ah, much better," Sean says, putting the bottle down on the table. Uh oh...he set it down a little too hard -- the beer foams up out of the top. 

"Shite!"  Sean grabs his drink and clamps his mouth over the opening, slurping down the escaping liquid. He´s not fast enough, though, and it starts spilling down the neck. 

He starts diving lower, licking up the bubbling trail. Oh my God...the man has no gag reflex...he´s swallowed the bottle down to the label. My cock starts throbbing as I imagine Sean deep-throating me...

Fuck! Stop it, Viggo! Oh shit, I must have been eyeing Sean too much, because he´s looking at me with a funny expression on his face. 

"Something wrong, mate?"  he asks, tonguing off the last of the alcohol. 

I force myself to leer in a ludicrous fashion. God, I hope he buys this. "You know, it´s a damn shame that you´re straight." 

Sean grunts, "Oh, piss off. I just hate wasting good beer."  Fuck, that was close. 

Orli suddenly bounds into my lap, surprising me. Oh shit... his ass is right on top of my erection. I bite my lip hard to avoid moaning. 

"Sean," Orli says in a hushed voice, "Could you be a love and clear the hobbits out of here?"  He shifts a tiny amount, rubbing his butt against me. Fuck, I´m going to explode. 

"We just finished dinner," Sean grumbles. 

"And unless you want to watch us give you a stag show you´ll make up some excuse and get them out of here," Orli says. "Come on, please? I´ll buy you a bottle of your favorite scotch."  Uh oh, he´s turning on the puppy dog eyes. 

"All right, all right!"  Sean says, holding up in hands. 

Orli gives Sean one of his megawatt smiles. "I knew I could count on you." 

"Christ, it was a bad idea to cave into Viggo that day. Now you´ll both be hitting me up for favors every single sodding time," Sean growls as he stands up. 

"Not *every* time. I promise that I´ll never ask you to help us move," Orli says. 

Sean rolls his eyes before he walks into the kitchen. Orli leans closer and whispers in my ear, "Can you imagine that sexy voice of his moaning as he fucks you?"  He shifts a little, and his ass rubs along my cock. Damnit, he´s killing me. 

At that point, Sean´s voice cuts through my foggy thoughts. "Viggo´s feeling a bit rum. Orli´s asked the lot of you to clear out." 

"Say what?"  Elijah says. "Viggo´s healthy as a horse." 

Orli replies, "Okay ´Lij, I didn´t want you to hear details, but we went out for breakfast, and it´s not agreeing with him. He´s wearing a dress shirt because he hurled on himself." 

"Ugh. That´s fucking gross, Orli." 

"You asked, mate."  Orli drops his voice to a stage whisper. "I need you to look a bit green around the gills." 

I obey, mimicking what I hope looks like nausea. Orli tugs me to my feet, keeping my crotch facing away from our guests. "Shit! Looks like Viggo´s about to lose his dinner. Off to the bedroom with you, and hurry!" 

Still dazed, I try my best to sprint down the hallway and slam the door behind me. Once it´s closed, I kneel down on the floor and lower my head. My erection is rubbing against my briefs, and it takes all of my self-control to not unzip my fly and jerk off. 

Meanwhile, the hobbits are protesting at the top of their lungs, but judging by the fading conversation, Sean manages to hustle them out while Orli´s saying goodbye. 

"Bye Viggo! Feel better!"  Sean calls back. 

"Out!"  Orli says. I hear some fading off banter before the front door closes. I hear a click, and I recognize that as the deadbolt being thrown. 

Orli pads down the hallway and opens the door to the bedroom. "Very good," he says, dropping his voice down to a low purr again. "Now, get up and strip." 

Trembling, I scramble onto my feet and start taking off my shirt. Orli barks. "No need to go slow, I want you naked. Now." 

Shit, he doesn´t need to say anything more. I´m out of my clothes in record time. "Very good," Orli says. "Come on out to the living room."  He opens our toybox and pulls out several short lengths of black rope, a roll of black PVC tape, a red scarf, and a pair of scissors. 

Keeping my head lowered, I follow his lead, making sure that I remain three paces behind him. Once we´ve reached our destination, Orli commands me to stop. 

He pulls the cushion off of the papasan chair and tosses it to the side. Before I can think about what his scheming little mind has come up with, he picks up the round frame and inverts it onto the carpet. 

"Drape yourself over this, face down."  I´m trembling as I comply, and sticking my twitching cock through one of the openings just makes me shiver all over. I hear Orli snipping something behind me. Hmm, he must be using the scissors to cut off a strip of PVC tape. 

"Lift your head."  He wraps the tape over my mouth and around the back of my head, gagging me. 

He sets his equipment down and puts the scarf in my right hand. "Since there´s nothing to rap your knuckles against, drop this if you want me to stop."  I nod, and Orli picks up the ropes. 

He ties my wrists and ankles to the frame and then steps back. God, I can just picture what Orli is seeing right now... my body spread-eagled and curved over the wooden frame, ass jutting up at the perfect angle to be taken, completely exposed and vulnerable... the collar shining on my neck, highlighting the black gag...

"Beautiful," he says, his voice breathy and hushed. I hear the rustle of clothing being removed and the sound of lube being applied... I tug hard on the ropes. Fuck, I need his cock *now*. 

I let out a groan when a slick finger presses against me. He slips it in without much resistance, and I moan in frustration as he sweeps it around, trying to push back and get more contact. He´s avoiding my prostate, the bastard. 

He withdraws the finger and I hear him applying more lube. My throat goes dry. God...I´ve been waiting all evening for this. Orli braces himself with one arm and his cock nudges against my entrance. I try to arch up as much as I can and grind my ass against him, but instead of giving me more, he just chuckles. 

"Mmmm, eager are we?"  I grunt in as angry a voice as I can manage around the gag. That´s it. Fuck you, Orli. I´m going to die from blue balls, and I want you to stop goddamn teasing me. 

"Now, now, Viggo. That´s not very nice."  Oh shit! He´s moving away! No, don´t! I can´t take much more of this...

I try to get Orli´s attention, and it comes out as a muffled sob. Soon, I can feel him against me once more. "That´s better..." he coos, licking my ear. "I love it when you´re all needy and dripping like this. You still want my cock, don´t you?" 

I make several whimpering noises and I push back with my hips. Oh God...please fuck me, Orli...please... 

He suddenly enters me with a heart-stopping thrust, and I scream against the gag, throwing my head back as the delicious waves of pain and pleasure surge through my body. 

"Then take it!"  he snarls. "Take it all!"

There´s no finesse this time. Orli rams into me as hard and as fast as he can, hitting my prostate with every stroke. I writhe underneath him...God, I´ve been burning for this... fuck, he´s so hot...so hard...oh God...ORLI! 

I cry out for what seems like an eternity as my orgasm washes over me. I´m still spasming when I hear Orli growl. He jabs into me hard once more, and then his entire body shudders as he comes inside of me, chanting out a long string of obscenities. 

I can feel him bucking against me a few more times, and then he slumps down on top of me, letting out a contented sigh. He pulls the gag down so that I can breathe easier and we just lie there, enjoying the afterglow. 

Eventually, he pulls out and fetches the key. He unlocks my collar and unties the rope, but I´m still too stunned to talk to him. 

He eases me down onto the carpet and I pull him against me, cuddling him against my chest. He looks at me and says, "Well?" 

Shit, I can´t really say anything intelligible. "Um, Orli...I don´t think I´ve ever come before without having someone touch my cock. God, that was..." I can´t get enough brain cells to work to finish my sentence, so I gesture into the air, hoping he catches my meaning. 

He breathes a sigh of relief. "So it was okay? I really pushed you hard this time." 

I kiss the top of his head. "Yeah...even if I didn´t enjoy the entire process. I´m sorry I got mouthy near the end." 

"Oh hush...I was extremely mean to you. I´m actually surprised you held out that long." 

"I´m full of surprises," I reply. 

"Speaking of which, how long have you fancied Bean?" 

Oh shit...I didn´t think about Orli picking up on that earlier because I was just too damn horny to care. "Uh, when I first met him. You´re not offended, are you?" 

Orli shrugs. "Should I be? Christ, Viggo...I wouldn´t care if you shagged him. That is, if you assume that he fancies blokes." 

I gape at him. "What? Fuck, I thought you wanted an exclusive relationship." 

"What??? I thought *you* wanted the exclusive relationship."  He starts laughing. "Shit...I thought, because you were, like, married..."

"No, baby...Exene and I had an open relationship. Married people have those, too, you know." 

Orli sticks his tongue out. "Well, for your fucking information, the only person I´ve ever been exclusive with is Jemma." 

"Which is why I thought you wanted monogamy." 

"God...what a daft thing to cock-up," Orli says, slapping his head. "So much for kink couples being more in tune with each other." 

I laugh. "Hey, you knew what was on my mind ninety nine percent of the time today. That´s pretty good, if you ask me." 

"Yeah, I guess so," he says, frowning. Damn, he´s annoyed with himself. 

I brush my lips against his. "I know so. Come on, elf boy, let´s get cleaned up. I need to deal with the new stain on the carpet." 

Orli beams at me as I help him to his feet. "You´ll have to do it naked, you know." 

"I was counting on it." 

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end part 8

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