Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: VM/OB

Summary: Orli´s revenge. 

Archive: Mirrormere, Lirimaer, Aniron, More Than Mates.  All others please ask. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, boot worship, cross dressing, sex in a public place, consensual groping by strangers. 

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: Um, all I can say is that my naughty Orli muse was a bit frustrated.  Please heed the warnings.

Much love to Elizabeth, who helped me dress Orli and for making a comment that started this fic rolling. 

Posted Dec.  1, 2003.

"We´re here," Viggo said as he pulled his truck into the parking lot. 

"´Dark Illusions?´" Orli said, brushing his hair back. He frowned a bit. "Why does that sound familiar? I vaguely remember that it was some sort of Goth club, but I don´t remember much else." 

Viggo said, "You´ll see." 

"And you´re sure they won´t recognize you?" 

Viggo replied, "I´m pretty sure. They´re used to seeing Aragorn as a brunette." 

Orli purred, "Have I told you how fucking sexy you look in eyeliner, red silk, and leather trousers?"  He ran his hand slowly up Viggo´s thigh. "And I love the spiked hair...I just wish you could have kept the stubble." 

"Too conspicuous," Viggo said, trying to ignore the feel of Orli´s hand. His pants were butter soft and were so tight that they were practically bonded onto his skin. He felt the brush of leather against his thickening cock, and he tried to squelch the sensation down. 

"Fancy a quick shag in the front seat?"  Orli said huskily, "Since I have a skirt on, it´ll be even easier." 

Viggo gritted his teeth. He regretted teasing Orlando earlier, but the constant quibbling between Orli and Sean had irritated him immensely. He also knew that Orli would never let him get the upper hand, and he was pretty sure that this was part of some scheme. 

He grabbed Orli´s hand, stopping its ascent. "*We* are going dancing, remember?" 

"This is dancing," Orli said, "Haven´t you ever heard of the horizontal tango?" 

Viggo growled, "Good try, elf boy. Not good enough. I know about your tricks." 

Predictably, Orli pouted, and his plum-colored lipstick enhanced the effect. Viggo chuckled and gave Orli´s fake breast a small tweak. "Come on, let´s go. And remember to keep your legs together when you´re climbing out of the truck." 

Orlando blushed. He had forgotten about the skirt when he got in earlier, and he had exposed his entire crotch to the world as he struggled inside. "Thank God it was too dark for the neighbors to see anything," Viggo noted. 

"It´s not my fault that your bloody vehicle is high off the ground," Orli said. 

Viggo got out and walked around to Orli´s side of the truck and opened the door. He held out his arms. "Here, I´ll help you down." 

Orli smiled shyly, lowering his eyelashes and holding out his hand daintily. Viggo snickered, and grabbed both of Orli´s wrists. Orli slid out, wobbling slightly as his high heels touched the ground. 

Once he was steady he said, "Christ! Forgot the handbag!" 

Viggo smirked. To complete the disguise, he had presented Orli with a tiny, dainty leather purse before they left the house, leading to some interesting curses to spill from Orlando´s mouth. Viggo grinned as he remembered Orli struggling to find a comfortable way to wear it on the way out. 

Orli was turning very slowly around, still wavering. Not wanting to see him fall over, Viggo helpfully reached behind Orli, grabbing the small bag out of the front seat before handing it to him. 

Orli hugged Viggo as he took it. "I´d kiss you, but then I´d get lipstick all over your face." 

Viggo said, "Never did like the taste of the stuff, anyway."  He patted Orli´s ass. "Shall we?"  he asked, motioning towards the club. 

Orli nodded, and since he had to mince along, they walked at a leisurely speed. However, although Orli was forced to go at a snail´s pace, he had stopped stumbling. Viggo didn´t mind the extra time Orli was taking: it allowed him to feast his eyes on his lover´s slender legs. He grinned wolfishly as he noticed that Orlando also had to stop every few paces to pull his skirt down. 

"Damn thing rides up if I twitch even a centimeter," Orli huffed. He glared at Viggo. "Which is probably why you chose it, you horny bastard."  Viggo only smirked in response. 

"At least this cincher is cut high enough so that it won´t hamper my dancing," Orli said. 

"I made sure that it wouldn´t," Viggo replied. "I know how much you love to move." 

Orli patted his hand. "Thank you, pet."  They continued walking in companionable silence. 

The front door was only a few yards away when a sudden thought hit Orli. He hissed, "Shit! What if they check our IDs?" 

Viggo said quietly, "They won´t. Neither of us looks under 21, and they´re not too stringent about it." 

Orli still tensed as they approached, but his fears were unfounded. The bouncer waved them through without batting an eyelash. 

Once they were inside, Orli could hear techno music blaring. His eyes scanned the crowd and he noticed that everyone was attired in either Goth or fetish wear. Several booths and tables were in the bar area, and the nightclub sported a moderately sized dance floor. A mirrored wall on one side of the dance area added an illusion of space, and low lights illuminated a multitude of swaying bodies. Orli´s face split in a grin when he also realized that the clientele was also exclusively male. 

"Good choice, old man," he purred into Viggo´s ear. 

Viggo tugged on his arm. "Let´s find a place to sit. Those heels can be hard on your back and I want you to have a place to rest if it starts aching." 

Viggo led Orli over to a booth. He let Orli slide in first, leering as the miniskirt rode up. As Viggo joined him, Orli parted his legs slightly, giving Viggo a peek of his smooth crotch. 

Viggo felt his cock stiffening again and his nails dug into the palms of his hands. Orli was tempting him at every turn, but he was determined to win this game. 

He pushed Orli´s legs back together and tugged the hem down. "You´re really determined this time, aren´t you?"  he said. "I can tell you right now that you´re not going to get anywhere. I´m holding out until we get home, and that´s final." 

Orli batted at Viggo´s spiked hair. "You´re remarkably cruel, Vig. Making me suffer..." Orli suddenly stared out into the writhing crowd on the dance floor. "Well, hullo..." he breathed. 

Viggo followed Orli´s gaze. At the very edge of the dance area, a chestnut haired man, wearing a dog collar, black vinyl pants, and a black mesh top was embracing a blonde from behind. The blonde was wearing tight as sin black pants and a white pirate-style shirt. His pants were unzipped, and the brunette was pulling out his partner´s hard cock. 

As Viggo and Orli watched, the brunette began to stroke it, fingers dancing over the throbbing length, moving his hand in time to the pulsing music. The blonde leaned back, mouth open as the hand on his erection blurred. The other man started grinding against his ass, and the blonde came with a choked groan, spurting hotly over his partner´s fingers. 

Viggo felt as if his pants were strangling him. Orli purred, "Still going to hold out?"  as his slender hand reached up to cup Viggo´s erection. 

Viggo gritted his teeth and summoned up a pastiche of the most unpleasant things he could think of, blotting out the feel of Orlando´s fingers. He forced himself out of the booth and said, "Come on, let´s dance." 

Orli blew a raspberry at him. "Christ, you´ve got some willpower there. Where the hell did you develop it?" 

Viggo remained silent. Their months apart had helped him build it up, but he didn´t want to give voice to that fact. 

Orlando suddenly grinned like a Cheshire Cat. "But now I remember what it is I heard about this place. Stuff like what we just saw is pretty common here, but I thought it was just rumor." 

Viggo nodded. "Yeah. They usually don´t start until about now, when only the regulars are around, and everyone´s pretty good about keeping their mouths shut. Management doesn´t care as long as it doesn´t erupt into a full-out orgy."  He started walking towards the dance floor, gesturing to Orli to join him. 

Orli slid clumsily out of the booth, somehow managing to keep his skirt hiked down. Viggo said, "You pick a spot out there, since you have to deal with the heels." 

Orli batted his eyelashes and made his way to the dance floor, taking his time and walking carefully, instead of trotting out. Viggo was puzzled until he noticed a familiar lightness in Orli´s step. 

He gritted his teeth. Orli had somehow figured out how to use his movement training to his advantage. He glided onto the floor languorously, exaggerating the sway of his hips; the oil-slick shine of the vinyl making the catlike movements of his pert ass stand out in bold relief. The hem began to ride up as Orli prowled around, and Viggo could see the very bottom of the pale cheeks peeking out temptingly. 

Orli looked over his shoulder at that moment, eyes dark and beckoning; lush, plum-stained lips slightly parted. Viggo found himself getting drawn closer, until his hot breath was stirring against Orli´s neck. 

Orlando lowered his eyelashes coquettishly and began to sinuously move his hips to the music, letting the throbbing beat take over and control his body. A small voice in the back of Viggo´s head reminded him that Orlando was twisting him around his finger again. Orlando knew exactly what effect his dancing and his elven walk had on Viggo, and he was exploiting it. 

Viggo put some distance between them, moving around until he was facing Orlando. He smirked when Orli pouted again. 

"Give up!"  Viggo taunted. "You´re *not* going to get the better of me this time." 

Instead of pouting further, Orli beamed instead. This actually worried Viggo more -- Orli only did that when a flash of inspiration hit him. 

While he was wondering what Orli had in mind, his lover blew him a kiss and disappeared into the crowd. Viggo followed his path, stopping when he saw that Orli was now dancing with two men: the two they had seen earlier. Now that he was closer, Viggo was able to actually make out more of their features. 

The brunette was tall and solidly muscled. His wavy, thick hair cascaded over his shoulder and partially down his back. His face, however, was boyish in contrast, with wide, blue eyes and an eager grin. 

The blonde matched him for height, but was leaner. He was somewhat androgynous looking, somewhat delicately boned and full lipped, with straight, fine hair. 

The three of them formed a small triangle, and Orli was gyrating sensuously, his body twisting like a snake´s. His new dance partners responded, their bodies enticing Orli to come closer. Through their tight as sin pants, Viggo could see that both men were incredibly aroused. 

Hips twitching in time to the music, Orli danced between them. He put both of his hands on his neck, lifting his hair up off his shoulders as he swirled his hips in a figure eight motion, turning his head to the side to look at the brunette steamily. 

The blonde danced closer and wrapped his hands around Orli´s waist cincher from behind, fingers caressing over the leather. Orli began leaning backward, letting his long black hair spill over the white shirt, his hooded eyes inviting more contact. Needing no further prompting, the blonde leaned in and began to nuzzle the pale column of Orli´s neck. Orli´s dark lips parted, and he let out a breathy cry that was drowned by the music. 

The brunette closed the distance and tried to grab Orli´s ass. Orli batted his hands away, placing them on his thighs instead. Understanding Orli´s silent request, the brunette began to run his hands up the leather encasing Orli´s legs and over the baby smooth flesh, caressing the insides of Orli´s thighs as he traveled to within inches of the miniskirt´s hem. 

Orli squirmed and cried out again, and Viggo saw Orli´s erection clearly outlined against the tight confines of the skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was diamond hard, and Viggo wasn´t far behind. 

Viggo was frozen in place, unable to move, cock throbbing against his pants as he watched Orli undulate between the two men. Each hitch of Orli´s breath, each swallowed cry found an echo in his own body. 

The brunette leaned forward, still caressing Orli´s thighs as he joined his partner in attacking the slim neck. Orli writhed between them, arching up as they nibbled and licked the tender skin, reaching behind him to tangle his hands in the blonde´s silky locks. 

A strobe light suddenly came on, capturing frozen images of the erotic tableau: Orli twisting his head around, his tongue snaking out to lap at the blonde´s full lips; the brunette on his knees, stroking Orli´s leather-clad calf; the blonde cupping Orli´s fake breasts and pressing their hot bodies together; the brunette draping both of Orli´s legs over his shoulder, suspending him off the ground. He ran his nails over the inside of a pale thigh while his partner licked the whorl of Orli´s ear. 

As Orli thrashed around, he unconsciously spread his legs, causing his skirt to creep up a little further, exposing the tip of his erection. Viggo could see a steady stream of moisture oozing out of the slit. 

Viggo´s knees went weak, and his pants felt like a torture device. He was burning for Orlando, and he looked in his lover´s direction, trying to catch his gaze. 

Orli´s eyes opened at that moment, black and brimming over with decadent promise. A light sheen of sweat was covering his body, and his cheeks were flushed. He fixed his sultry gaze on Viggo, and his pink tongue snaked out, lasciviously running over his dusky lips. 

Viggo swallowed convulsively, overwhelmed by the sheer wickedness and dark allure radiating from every fiber of Orlando´s being. He froze, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. 

Noticing that he had finally captured Viggo´s complete attention, Orli leaned closer to the blonde, and whispered something in his ear. The blonde kissed Orli lightly, nodding to his partner and gesturing in Viggo´s direction. The brunette gently set Orli onto his feet, and then stood up so that their faces were level. 

He cupped Orli´s face with his left hand, and the blonde mirrored his action with his right. They both leaned in tandem, kissing Orli passionately at the same time. 

Viggo moaned as the three tongues darted in and out, teasing and sliding wetly with each other. Orli then detached himself, and prowled up to Viggo, every movement brimming over with unfulfilled lust. 

He wrapped his arms around Viggo´s neck, and ground their crotches together. Viggo´s breath hitched, and Orli´s tongue flickered against his ear. "I saved the best part for you, Vig. That was a nice warm up, but you know what I really want," he purred, guiding Viggo´s hand to rest on his ass. 

Viggo cupped the firm cheeks, and Orli tugged on his hand again, pushing it under the skirt. He suddenly realized the significance of the silent request. "Here???"  Viggo hissed. "Are you nuts?"

Orli said huskily, "You said it yourself, as long as there isn´t a full-on orgy, no one cares what we do."  He rubbed against Viggo again. "You know you want to," he said, his voice dripping with sin. 

Every cell in Viggo´s body was screaming for release, and his iron willpower finally crumbled. "Where?"  he asked weakly. 

Orli tugged on Viggo´s hands, drawing him towards the mirrored wall. He found a space for the two of them, and he pushed Viggo back slightly, putting some distance between their bodies. He then to gyrate to the music, rotating his buttocks sweetly while his slim hands caressed the vinyl encasing his round cheeks. 

Viggo pressed closer, but Orli stopped him. "Oh no... I´m not done punishing you yet for holding out on me."  Reaching into his purse, he produced a small bottle of lube. 

Orli coated his fingers while still dancing to the music. He then positioned himself so that his back was facing the mirror. Smiling devilishly at Viggo, he hiked up his skirt, and then he reached behind him, teasing the cleft of his ass. 

Viggo inhaled sharply. He was at the perfect angle to see Orli´s slick fingers glistening against his entrance. His breathing became ragged as Orli drove his fingers inside; his loud mewl of pleasure barely reaching Viggo´s ears above the music. 

Orli´s eyelashes fluttered as he pleasured himself, caressing his sweet spot. Viggo felt as if he were going to explode as he watched the pink flesh stretch around the slender digits. 

Want. Need. All of his coherent thoughts dissolved, and those two words were the only ones that lingered in his lust soaked brain. He ignored the press of bodies near him on the crowded dance floor, his entire focus centered on the wanton display in front of him. 

"Please," he whispered, looking at Orli vulnerably. 

Orli pushed Viggo down to his knees. He leaned close and hissed, "You have to make it up to me, old man."  Orli continued pressing on Viggo´s shoulders, forcing him to sit on his haunches. Locking gazes with him, Orlando deliberately placed a spike-heeled foot lightly on his thigh. 

Needing no further prompting, Viggo gently cradled Orli´s foot in his hands as if it was something incredibly precious. He reverently licked the inside of the ankle, lowering his eyes submissively. In response, he heard a small choked cry above him. Flicking his eyes at the mirror, he saw Orli shivering, still pumping his fingers within him while he leaned back against the glass surface for support. 

Encouraged, he continued to run his tongue up the leather-clad flesh, working his way up lovingly, tasting the bitter tang of the material and inhaling the aroma of new leather. When he reached the area where the top of the boot ended, he sucked gently on the satiny flesh, caressing it with his tongue. 

He heard a loud whimper from Orli, and Viggo held his breath as Orli slowly lifted a slim leg and hooked it around his neck, exposing the bare crotch completely to his hungry gaze. 

Viggo licked his dry lips and pushed Orli´s skirt up, watching the proud erection spring free. He leaned forward and took one of the hairless sacs in his mouth, tenderly rolling his tongue over it. 

Orli gasped and began to pump his fingers faster. Viggo stilled them, and pushed his tongue inside the tiny pucker, sliding his tongue alongside the long digits. Orli groaned loudly, pushing his ass down, urging Viggo on. Eagerly, Viggo thrust his tongue in and out, tasting Orli´s fingers, which only fluttered slightly within the tight passage as he passed slickly over them. 

"Oh God...yes..." Orli moaned, thrashing against Viggo and panting heavily. His cries grew louder as Viggo drove in deeper, making him twist like a wildcat. Body quaking, Orli eventually pulled his leg off of Viggo´s shoulder and put the sole of his boot against Viggo´s chest, gently pushing his lover back. 

He withdrew his fingers and tossed the lube to Viggo before he turned around to face the mirror. He bent over at the hips, and spread his legs wide, placing his palms against the glass to brace himself. Looking over his shoulder, he mouthed, "Fuck me." 

Viggo almost exploded at the sight. He wasted no time in pulling out his cock and applying lube to it. He grabbed Orli´s hips and then drove into him with one hard thrust. 

"Christ!"  Orli screamed, writhing against him and squeezing Viggo with his internal muscles. 

Viggo gasped. The hairless skin allowed him to sink even deeper inside of Orli´s firm body. Everything was volcanic heat and sinful tightness around him, burning the last of his humanity away until only primal lust dominated. He pounded into Orli fiercely, grunting ferally as he watched them both in the mirror. 

"Yes...oh God, faster! Harder!"  Orlando mewled, stoking Viggo´s frenzy and pushing back to meet his thrusts. 

The long teasing left Viggo close to the edge, and he knew that he wouldn´t last. He reached around and grabbed Orli´s dripping shaft, pumping it in time to his fierce slams. 

Orli wailed, "Christ...oh God...FUCK!"  before his cock jerked in Viggo´s hands, spurting pearly strands onto the glass. The sight was too much for Viggo; he slammed into Orli one last time and climaxed hard, chanting a litany of curses. 

He slumped against Orli, sweat dripping from his brow. Using the mirror to look around, he saw some appreciative glances in his direction, but no other reactions. 

"Oh shit!"  he heard beneath him. Still dazed, he saw Orli digging frantically in his purse. 

"What is it?"  he said, before he almost dissolved in laughter. Orli was fumbling about, desperately trying to wipe up the mess he made. 

"Fuck! There´s still streaks on the mirror!"  Orli said, distressed. "We need to clean up and scarper." 

Viggo started chuckling, but Orli looked at him pleadingly. Shaking his head, he pulled out quickly, grabbing a tissue from Orli´s hand to clean the two of them off. He quickly tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. 

Orli quickly pulled his skirt down and dashed for the back exit, dragging Viggo with him. Once they were outside, Orli said, "Christ, I´ll never be able to show my face there again." 

Viggo laughed heartily, ignoring Orli´s glares. He knew that the management had dealt with much worse. 

"This is serious, Vig! I left streaks of come all over the mirror! I´ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life," Orli complained, turning crimson. 

"So I guess fucking in public doesn´t count," Viggo said dryly. 

"It´s not the same!"  Orli exclaimed. "Christ, can we go home? I´m afraid that they´ll raise a row over the stain."  He grimaced. "Besides, this wig is starting to bloody itch." 

"All right, elf boy," Viggo said. "But don´t take it off until I say so." 

"And why´s that?"  Orli asked suspiciously. 

"Because I want to take some pictures of you to keep me warm while you´re away," Viggo purred. 

"Only if you take me shopping tomorrow," Orli said, turning on the puppy dog eyes. 

"Okay. Seems a small price to pay." 

As they walked towards the truck, Viggo noted, "Where did you get the tissues and lube? I don´t remember packing it." 

Orli grinned. "Sean told me about the handbag, so I had him sneak some supplies in while you were making a last visit to the loo." 

Viggo shook his head. "I´m glad that things are back to normal, but the two of you are going to kill me." 

"Yup," Orli said happily. 

***

"You should have told me that this was the kind of shopping you had in mind," Viggo said as he watched Orli pick up a dildo and examine it. 

"Come on, Vig, tell me if you think this accurately represents the size of your cock."  Orli held up the toy at the level of Viggo´s crotch, eyeing it carefully. 

Sighing, Viggo pointed to another dildo. "That one is a bit more accurate." 

Orli poked the tip of his tongue out between his lips. "Hmm, and it´s got a suction cup on the end. Do you see one in blue?" 

Viggo sighed. "Why blue? This is a perfectly fine color." 

"It reminds me of your eyes," Orli said shyly. "Oh, and see if you can find some flavored lube?" 

"Any particular type?" 

"Pina colada," Orli said with a grin. 

While Viggo was hunting around, he saw Orli pick out another dildo. "Two?"  he asked. 

Orli said quietly, "To keep me company until a certain someone changes his mind." 

Viggo embraced him and kissed him gently. "He will, Orli, just give him time." 

Orli snorted, "He´d better, or I´ll do a jig on him with those heels." 

Viggo laughed. "Have I ever told you that I love how silly you are?" 

Orli kissed Viggo lightly. "Mmm, not lately." 

"I love you, elf boy." 

"Love you, filthy human." 

Viggo said softly, "I´m going to miss you." 

Orli grinned. "Let me pay for this stuff and let´s see if I can leave you with some more pleasant memories before I go." 

"Deal." 

THE END

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