Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: EB/OB

Summary: Sequel to "Riding a Titan".  There´s a spy in the Crusader´s base.  Who could it be?

Archive: VOLA, Mirrormere.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Crack!lite, AU, total misuse of super powers for smutty purposes.  Simulated non-con in this chapter, bondage, and role-playing.  Oh yeah, and this was typed out kind of fast.

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: Happy holidays! My crack bunnies were hopping around, so I had to appease them.  *headdesk* For those of you who were stressed out from just dealing with tons of crap, I hope this provides a needed laugh. 

Posted Dec.  26, 2007

Eric cursed when the mystic bolt slammed into his torso, sending him flying back at least two city blocks. He landed ungracefully on the street, and the impact embedded his arse into the asphalt right underneath Orlando´s hovering form. 

"I told you the direct approach never works with mages," Orlando said. "But do you listen when I tell you that he´s got a ward that will repel all attackers?" 

"Bugger off," Eric replied. He decided that if he ever got his hands on this villain, he´d give him an extra hard punch for striking when he and Orlando were the only Crusaders available. It had been several months since the green goo debacle, and they were still prickly around each other. 

Still, someone had to stay behind after Sean and Karl had been dispatched to help after a devastating hurricane had torn through Indonesia. Although Eric wondered if he had been deliberately left back because Sean was still narked at him for destroying all those walls when he discovered that Orlando wasn´t pregnant. 

A bright flash seized Eric´s attention. The mage had popped another spell off and it was headed right for them. "Incoming!"  he yelled. 

He was about to jump in front of Orlando to block the shot, but Orlando interrupted him with a dismissive gesture. "Don´t bother." 

Orlando mumbled a quick incantation and his force field glowed a bright blue before a huge flaming sphere exploded around them, scorching the ground black and melting the surrounding cars down to a molten slag. 

When the smoke cleared, Orlando was still in the same position as before, not even a hair out of place. "It´s just a bloody fireball, you big girl´s blouse. How many times do I have to tell you that I´m not made of paper?" 

Eric glared at Orlando as he pulled himself out of the melted asphalt, ignoring the fact that he had sludge on his costume and he had been embedded deep enough to leave a perfect arse print behind. 

He ignored Orlando´s sniggers as he plucked off the biggest globs of sticky asphalt and flicked them off. "It looked like a disintegration spell to me." 

Orlando rolled his eyes and said, "How many times do I have to tell you...disintegration spells have a purple hue to their mystic auras." 

"And how in fuck am I supposed to know that? I can´t see auras, you thick bastard!" 

Orlando flipped Eric off and said, "Why don´t you go and make yourself useful for once? I´m the only one who can take this wanker out, so I need you to distract him." 

"And why don´t you go fuck yourself?"  Eric replied. A beam of energy just barely missed him and struck the SUV he was standing next to. The driver´s side door, part of the engine, and the seat disappeared into thin air. 

"See? That was purple."  Orlando said before his slim hands wove around in a complex pattern. The air around Orlando shimmered and he faded from view. His disembodied voice said, "He´s closing in. Go flex and throw something at him while I figure out how to zap his defenses away." 

"Fine," Eric said in a deep grunt. "Titan go throw car. Smash bad guy." 

Eric didn´t hear any retorts, so he assumed that Orlando had flitted off somewhere. He dug his fingers into the door of a nearby Hummer and picked it up. 

His choice of missile was no coincidence. The size of the vehicle was distracting enough so that most villains had to pay attention to the gigantic object flying in their direction. 

Besides, Eric hated them as much as Orlando did. If he happened to see a Hummer, it always became incidental property damage. One of the perks of being a superhero is that he could dismiss it as a "heat of battle" thing. 

With a flex of his enormous muscles, Eric pitched the vehicle at the lean figure who had just appeared over the rise and was surrounded by a dark, shadowy force field. The villain wasn´t a talker, so he hadn´t identified himself as of yet. He was fairly tall, with sharp features and a voice that just crawled with evil. 

As Eric expected, the mage stopped the Hummer in mid-air with a stasis spell. Time for the second half of the distraction. "Is that the best you can do? Any apprentice can levitate objects," Eric said with his best contemptuous sneer. 

If there was one thing that sniping with Orlando had been good for, it was learning exactly what brassed off a mage. He hoped that the guy would take the bait. 

"Pathetic," the sorcerer hissed before he pointed his index finger at Eric. He was wearing an obsidian ring topped with a black sapphire. The gem flared brightly and Eric braced himself for the impact. 

Except that it never came. And Eric couldn´t move a single muscle. He was paralyzed. 

Fuck! He hated it when villains went right for his brain. All he could do was watch as the mage started chanting. The skies grew dark and the wind whipped around them, each word falling from his lips sounding like a vile curse. There was a sharp tearing sound and Eric saw a rip appear against the sky above the mage´s head. 

Large, dark claws pulled the jagged seams apart, and Eric caught a glimpse of a bleak landscape before a gigantic winged beast pushed its way through the rip, rearing back its head to roar in fury. 

Crimson tendrils of energy suddenly came out of nowhere and wrapped around the creature, pinning its wings before slamming it bodily into the mystic. The villain reeled, and the tendrils pierced his force field and spread to his fingers, surrounding the ring and dampening the glow emanating from it. 

Eric immediately felt the paralysis lift and he barreled full force into the beast, knocking both it and the villain for a loop. 

As the two slumped down, Orlando´s slender form shimmered back into view. "Took you long enough," Eric grumbled. 

"Sorry about that. Stealth casting is always dodgy as hell and it takes me longer."  He landed gracefully and peered down at their enemy´s unconscious form. "Typical summoner. He called in a garden variety demon, but this thing has more bark than bite. Other than that, nothing else is really special about him, except for this ring." 

"You recognize it?" 

Orlando picked up the mage´s hand and examined it. "Not really. I´ll take a squint at it later. Why don´t we pack this bloke for the police and then head back, yeah?" 

***

As soon as they returned to headquarters, Orlando pounced on Eric. That wasn´t unexpected -- the adrenaline rush from fighting villains always made Eric and Orlando horny as hell, enough so that the two of them would put aside their differences so that they could enjoy a round of hot, heavy shagging. 

However, the peace only lasted until the post-coital bliss faded. Either Orlando would steal the blankets, or Eric would start snoring, and they´d be back to square one. 

He couldn´t give a toss right now about that, though. All he wanted was to bury himself inside Orlando´s tight body. He snogged Orlando, being careful to keep his hands at his sides. "You´re eager today. Your room or mine?" 

"Mine would work better."  Orli wrapped his legs around Eric´s waist and boosted himself up so that he could reach some of Eric´s hot spots. He nibbled on Eric´s ear and purred, "Are you up to role-playing?" 

Eric´s cock hardened immediately. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Some villain has captured both of us and I´m strung up. He needs my spunk for a mystic ritual and he´s zapped your brain so that you´re compelled to get it for him." 

As soon as Eric heard the scenario, his erection almost punched a hole in his codpiece. "Sounds a bit on the non-consensual side." 

Orlando wiggled in his grasp. "Fuck yes," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "I´ve always wanted you to ravish me." 

"Get me ready, then."  He smiled as Orlando´s full lips parted and he felt a familiar tingle in his muscles as the spell to drain his strength did its work. Once the globe was floating next to his head, he said, "Do you have a toybox?" 

"Under my bed," Orlando breathed. 

Eric squinted underneath Orlando´s bed and frowned. There were several jars filled with odd shaped things that vaguely resembled coral, except that coral didn´t have plaid patterns over the surface and it sure as hell wasn´t supposed to make hissing noises. He also saw some opaque jars were sealed with wax. Runes were inscribed in the wax and the jars labeled in some language that Eric was unfamiliar with. 

Except for one. "Don´t touch, big bang!"  was scrawled prominently in Orlando´s handwriting on the front, and Eric decided that disturbing the vessel would be a bad thing. The only thing that wasn´t a glass container was a small cigar box nestled in the far corner. 

Eric pulled it out, being careful to steer clear of the jars. "Um, Orli. This is kind of small." 

Orlando laughed and said, "Go ahead and open it." 

Gob-smacked was the best way to describe Eric´s expression after he flipped the lid open. The inside of the box was far larger than the outside, and it looked like Orlando had stocked every variety of dildo, vibrator, restraints, floggers, paddles, and harnesses under the sun. There were more than a few objects that looked anatomically impossible to insert, but after seeing the jars, Eric decided that he was better off not knowing. 

He fished out a coil of hemp rope but Orlando said, "No...the black ones. They stretch out to any length." 

Eric pulled out three sections of short black rope and closed the chest. Orlando whispered a brief spell, and their clothes disappeared. "Just tell it what to do," Orlando said as he clasped his hands together. 

"Tie Orli´s wrists," Eric said to the piece of rope, hoping that he didn´t have to use a particular wording. A soft glow emanated from the rope and it stretched forward, extending out and securing Orlando as directed. 

"Camur," Orlando commanded. The ceiling of his room and the floor shimmered, fading away to reveal a set of sturdy hooks and eyebolts, large enough to support his weight. 

Eric lifted Orlando up off the ground and told the rope, "Loop over the hook up there."  It stretched towards its target in the middle of the ceiling, easily settling into onto the metal and tugging Orlando´s arms above his head until he was suspended over the ground. A quick order was spoken to the other two ropes, and they looped around Orlando´s ankles before sliding into the eyebolts located near the ground. Orlando was now suspended off the ground and his legs were spread-eagled, leaving him open for Eric´s touch. 

"Ready?"  Eric said. 

"Hold on a tick," Orlando said. He murmured an incantation, and Eric´s cock twitched as soon as he heard it. He knew that it was the spell Orlando used to lube himself up. 

"Now I´m ready," Orlando purred. He let his eyes get wide and he said, "Titan...what are you doing?" 

Eric allowed himself to eyefuck Orlando, raking his gaze over the slender body tugging against his bonds. His lithe muscles rippled as he twisted against the ropes, and a faint sheen of sweat accented each movement. He couldn´t look more tempting, and Eric had no trouble slipping into character. 

He grabbed Orlando´s hips and pressed his erection against the cleft of that firm arse. He groaned at the contact, it had been too long since he had last touched Orlando, and just this simple touch was setting his body on fire. 

"My master needs something for his ritual. Something that only you have..." he reached around and ran his finger up the seam of Orlando´s cock. 

Orlando struggled against his restraints. "No! We´re teammates, you can´t do this to me!" 

"Shut up, you whore!"  Eric roared before he pried Orlando´s cheeks apart. He nudged his huge cock at the glistening hole, making sure that he was lined up properly. 

"No...don´t!"  Orlando protested. "Stop it!"

Eric ignored him and slammed forward, his eyes rolling back into his head as he buried himself in Orlando´s sinfully tight passage. Orlando cried out and convulsed in Eric´s arms, uttering one last feeble curse before it faded off into a weak mewl. 

Eric growled and began to thrust, moaning as every inch of his cock was gripped and squeezed. "Yeah, you´re enjoying this, aren´t you? I knew that you were a complete slag."  He punctuated his sentence with a jab at Orlando´s prostate. 

"Noooo...oh fuck!"  Orlando cried out. His head lolled back, and his lithe frame shook as Eric rammed into him, helpless to do anything but let himself be fucked. His muscles strained against the ropes as Eric slammed into him again and again, burying himself to the hilt in that hot, soft vise. 

"Can you feel my thick cock pumping into you? Filling you until you taste it in your mouth?"  Eric growled. 

"Yes," Orlando mewled. His internal muscles rippled, sending electric jolts through Eric´s system. He had to grit his teeth so that he wouldn´t spill his load immediately. 

"Not so fast..." He reached around and grabbed Orlando´s cock, tugging on it with swift strokes. 

"No, don´t!"  Orlando gasped. "Please, don´t do this..." He trembled and his breath hitched, a sign that he was close to release. 

Eric smirked and bit down on the hollow of Orlando´s neck, while he simultaneously flicked his thumb over the purple head of Orlando´s cock, knowing that he was hitting Orli´s two biggest hot spots. 

"Fuck! Eric!"  Orlando keened at the top of his voice and arched back, splattering his chest and nipples with drops of white fluid. 

As Orlando´s orgasm tore through him, he clamped down around Eric. "Christ!"  Eric grunted before he thrust frantically, his hips blurring before he slammed forward one more time, roaring as he came deep inside of Orlando. 

Lights were still dancing in Eric´s vision when he came back to himself. He carefully pulled out and then said, "Let him go." 

The ropes slithered out of the hooks and Eric caught Orlando´s trembling body. He stumbled for the bed and gently eased Orlando down onto the mattress, running his fingers through Orlando´s hair. 

Eventually, Orlando´s eyes fluttered open and his lips curled upward in a soft, lazy smile. 

"Good?"  Eric said. 

"That was fantastic beyond all belief," Orlando replied. "Wanna do it again in a few minutes?" 

"You have to ask?"  Eric said, feeling his cock stir back to life. 

Many hours later, as Eric drifted off to sleep, he heard Orlando saying something in a quiet voice. He couldn´t quite make it out, but sleep overtook him before he could question it. 

****
Eric was bathing in a lake when he heard a lilting, sensuous melody coming from somewhere behind him. He turned around to see Orlando rising slowly from the water. Droplets cascaded down from his now shoulder length hair and the planes of his naked body. 

Eric´s eyes fluttered open and he shook his head to clear it. What a fucking bizarre dream. However, if odd dreams were the price to pay for a full afternoon of mind-blowing sex with Orlando, it was worth it. Orlando had been curious as to how strong Eric´s bed was, and they had tried their damndest to break the frame. 

The smug satisfaction that Eric felt was ruined by the draft against his bum. He glared at the lump huddled next to him. 

Fucking Orlando, stealing the blankets again. Eric double checked that his strength was still sapped before he prodded the huddled body. "Goddamnit, Orli..."

A slimy tentacle snaked out from underneath the blankets and wrapped around Eric´s mouth. Two more whipped out with lightning quick speed and seized his arms, lifting him clear off the bed and suspending him in the air. The tentacles yanked to the side, pulling Eric´s arms as far apart as possible. 

Another dark appendage grabbed the blanket and pulled it off. The tentacles were surrounded by a soft glow and they were literally coming out of the mattress. As Eric watched, he could see the creature slowly pulling itself out of his bed. 

It had a total of eight tentacles and it resembled an octopus. Except that instead of having a round body, it was covered by a series of scaly plates. It roared out loud, baring a maw with several rows of teeth as it reached up to seize Eric´s ankles. 

Eric realized in that split second that if the thing grabbed his legs, he´d be toast. The globe containing his strength was still bobbing next to his head, but he couldn´t move his arms to grab it. 

That left only one thing to do. He clasped his hands around the tentacles surrounding his wrists and heaved his body upward, using the creature as leverage so that he could bend himself in two and touch the globe with his leg. 

The creature reacted fast and grabbed Eric´s ankles, but it was too late. Eric´s strength flowed back into him, and the crushing grip on his limbs felt like a hamster trying to squeeze his finger. With a loud growl, Eric tore free and tumbled downward, rolling so that he landed on his feet. 

The beast lunged at Eric again, and he calmly reached out and bitch slapped it with his open palm. It flew across the room and impacted against the wall before it sagged down to the ground unconscious. 

Damn supervillains never gave anyone a moment´s rest. And where in fuck was Orlando? 

Now that Eric wasn´t fighting any longer, he noticed a foul smell permeating his room. "Lovely," he muttered. Just the thing he needed to wake up to. Eric grabbed the critter and stomped down the hallway, dragging it behind him. 

As he passed by an open door, he heard Sean´s voice saying, "Oi! What in fuck have I told you and Orli about running around starkers?" 

He poked his head into Sean´s room and growled back, "Listen, if a weird octupus showed up in your bed, you´d be a bit off, too." 

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Which means that you regularly find normal octopuses in your bed? You and Orlando are really kinky bastards." 

Eric glared and heaved the thing into Sean´s room. "Fine, you ask Orlando what this critter is." 

Sean jumped back a meter. "Christ! Get that down to Karl´s lab before it stinks up my place, you thick bastard! Orlando´s out on patrol and can´t check it. And make sure it doesn´t slime on anything else!" 

"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Eric grumbled. Looks like he´d have to get dirty to transport it. He lifted the creature above his head, and made sure to breathe through his nose so that he wouldn´t gag. 

On the way down to the lab, it began to stir, so Eric whacked it again. "Fucking bastard. I wanted to stay in bed and enjoy a nice post-shag nap, but you had to crawl out and interrupt it." 

Karl was tinkering with something when Eric entered. "Jesus Eric, did you feed Festule more packing peanuts?" 

"No, it´s coming from this thing."  He plopped it down on one of large tables. "Bastard crawled right out of my bed." 

"That´s odd. How did it bypass our defenses?" 

"You´re the genius, you tell me," Eric said. 

Karl tapped on a keyboard and frowned as he examined the various readouts that flickered onto the screen. "The anti-teleportation guards are still intact. Base force fields haven´t been breached..."

Karl got up and pointed a device at the creature. Lights played over the slimy surface and Karl said, "This thing is extra-dimensional in origin, but I don´t detect any tech at all. It must be magical." 

"Magical? But how could it get past the wards ringing the base? Orlando told me that they were solid."  Eric said. Then something hit him -- and he hoped that he was wrong. "Karl, I think Orlando popped this critter in." 

Karl looked confused. "What in fuck are you talking about? Orlando´s on our side." 

"Except that he did something really odd after we had shagged each other´s brains out." 

"What? Did he give you a wet willy?" 

Eric ran his fingers through his hair. "No... I couldn´t quite piece it together at the time, but as I was nodding off, Orlando apologized to me for being such a wanker." 

The device Karl was holding clattered to the floor. "Fuck. We need to get him in here ASAP. Someone must have replaced his brain." 

---
end part 1

Part 2
Back to the LOTR RPS Page