Ravished

Ravished Chapter 10
Ratings: R.. X.. No one under 18, cause this stuff warps your brain. No one without a sense of humor, cause you just won't get it.
Pairing: Who knows anymore, mainly V/O

Disclaimer: Fiction, No truth to it, No harm intended.. (for either the people whose names I so shamelessly stole nor the people reading it), No profit from it. I don't own them, or their names, or anything.
Meant just to be funny.

Warning: It was questionable before, now I think there is no doubt... I trashed cannon. Sorry.
This started out pwp. Any plot that develops from pwp is shaky at best and still just an excuse for the p.
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Chapter 10

Oh no he didn't..
Oh. That. Bitch.
Orlando stood there, 'Not invisible, at all', he thought, as his temper rose. While right in front of him stood Craig, shamelessly flirting with his boyfriend!

That lint on Viggo's shoulder doesn't need Craig to pluck it off.
And now... 'Oh, that cunt was stroking Viggo's chest'!

"You know, Craig, whatever you are brushing off his tunic, the costume people will probably have to put right back on."
Even tone, little laugh at the end. That's right Bloom, don't let him know he's getting to you.

Craig smiled and raised his gaze from Viggo's crotch slowly and looked Orlando up and down. Then he smirked. He actually smirked!
As he did this, his hand strayed from Viggo's chest, where it had migrated during their conversation, to his arm and started its own up and down stroking.
He was feeling Viggo up! Right in front of him!

"Legolas." Craig reached out, (with his other hand, Orlando noted,)and lifted a few strands of blond hair off Orli's shoulder, and held them to reflect the sunlight. "I just love your hair. They picked some of the most beautiful people to play the elves. Don't you agree, Aragorn?"

"Oh, definitely.” Viggo replied as Craig's fingers toyed with the fabric on his sleeve.
"I think they were particularly picky when choosing the Mirkwood Elves."

Viggo smiled at Orlando and raised his eyebrows. To Orli it looked like a plea for help.
'It better be a plea for help, he thought, or else Viggo will find out first hand that Sauron took lessons from the Elves. Particularly the Mirkwood line'.

"I take it, you like his costume?" Orlando was starting to find it rather difficult to keep an even tone.

"Yeah, it's niiiiice.” Craig smiled at Viggo. "Soft, but hmmm, firm at the same time.
Smooth, and flexible, uh,durable, I mean. Like it was just made to be worn rough.” He purred at Viggo. "Those muscular arms are a real asset too." He squeezed Viggo arm and hummed his approval.

"Uh, Craig?” Viggo was starting to get nervous. The dark red colour creeping up Legolas' neck didn't help this feeling any at all.

"Vee-goh. I love the way your name just rolls off the tongue. Vee-goh." Then he sighed and turned his attention back to Orlando - without removing his hand. "I guess how you say it depends on whether you're pitching or catching, huh, Orlando?

Viggo would later swear he felt Orli shake from head to toe even although he wasn't touching him. Then, Craig closed his eyes and threw back his head getting into "character".
"I guess bottoming would sound something like - Vee.. Vee.. Vee.." he panted each word, "Topping, it sounds more like - Vee-go Baby," he purred, "Eh, Orlando?" He looked to Orli like he was honestly expecting a response, but paused only briefly before continuing.

"So, um, the Hobbits tell me you two are.. hmm, sort of an item. You wouldn't be interested in expanding your horizons, hmmm? You know, a little added experience can take fun to fantastic. I'm sure a man like Viggo would appreciate what I could bring into a relationship." Craig smiled his most charming smile.

Viggo couldn't help but notice that Craig directed this bit of conversation at Orlando. Although he was the topic of the conversation. He wasn't even being consulted.

"No thanks. I can handle it." Legolas narrowed his eyes and starred menacingly at the other elf.
Orlando's curt reply should have stopped him in his tracks. Hell, it had Viggo ready to run.
Alas, Craig was a persistent fellow.

"Are you sure? Cause you know, two will do, but threes do please." The last part was drawn out and demonstrated with his hand stroking and squeezing Viggo’s bicep.

"Uh-huh. No thanks”. Legolas reached over and plucked Craig's hand off of Viggo's arm, dropping it in the air.

Craig sighed. Then he reached over and started running his fingers through Aragorn's hair, fluffing it with both hands. "Hey, if you change your mind, Orlando, let me know."

"I don't share." He stepped in front of Viggo putting himself directly between them forcing Craig to step back.

"Pity that. Didn't your mother ever teach you to share your play things?"

"My mother doesn't meddle in my sex life."

Craig turned and swished his own long blond hair over his shoulder as he walked away. "Your loss, mate. There isn't much I won't try. If you change your mind, you know where to find me," he called back over his shoulder.

"He has some nerve." Orlando was seething. "And why did you let him touch you?"

"Nononono. No. No, I didn't let him do anything. I wasn't asked." Briefly he thought 'about anything', but he knew it would only make matters worse to mention that.

"Come on. I feel the need to mark my turf."

"Oh. Okay." The bemused man snickered. "I guess I've been a bad boy."

Orlando shot him a questioning look, "What exactly did you and Craig get on about before I arrived?"
"Nothing. He walked up just before you did."
"Hmm, well, come on my 'bad boy' and let's see how I should punish you." Orlando watched Viggo's reaction.
Viggo couldn't help but giggle. It was funny to hear his elf talking that way.
Gone was the insecure, inexperienced young man. In his place was a dominating presence that stood his ground. He had not once even glanced at Viggo for answers or support.

It hit Viggo like a ton of bricks.

This was Legolas.
Oh yeah.
Legolas was going to punish him.
This could be good or bad, but it was definitely leaning toward good.

He still wasn't sure how he went from being in charge, to being a plaything fought over by elves. Of course, being a plaything fought over by elves wasn't all that bad, but still. Viggo felt like he was missing something.

Orlando led him by the hand to the trailer and locked the door behind them.

Pushing the older man against the wall, the blond unfastened Aragorn's britches and pushed them down.

"So tell me Ranger from the North, do you have any problems with me going south?"

Viggo shook his head rapidly.

Legolas looked up with the deepest blue Viggo had ever seen his eyes and grinned before licking his lips slowly. Then he delved right in, wasting no time.
He knew that the faster he was able to undo Aragorn, the more time Aragorn would have to do him. Being an immortal elf and all, he did take longer.
He also knew from experience how to quickly bring down the mighty king to be.
Tiny little licks leading to longer ones, then swallowing him completely.
Up and down, sucking and swallowing, he even knew the exact moment to start humming.

Viggo had once told him that with a blow job there was no point in dragging it out. The point was coming as quickly as possible. One day he planned to show Viggo how wrong he was, but not today. They really didn't have much time at all.

Orlando giggled with pride as he reached up to tickle Viggo's balls. The effect of which brought the great Aragorn, soon to be king, practically to his knees, just as predicted.

"Oh God”. Viggo grabbed the wall, when that just wasn't doing it, his fingers scrabbled for purchase in the blond wig.

Orlando went at like a pro. Between his mouth and his venturesome fingers, when all was said and done, Viggo was sure he had blacked out for a moment or two.

The next thing he realized he was sitting on the floor, back to the wall, with the business end of the elf in his face. Slightly dazed and still a little buzzed, he latched onto Orlando with gusto determined to showed the elf who was really in charge.

Soon Orlando, with both hands fisted in Aragorn's wig came screaming what sounded like elvish, but Viggo was pretty sure he made it up.

In fact, he was certain there was no "Fuck" in elvish.
"Bloody-Hell" either.

Then Orlando was kissing him, and oh yeah, that was definitely an elvish tongue all right.

When they stumbled back on set later, Craig immediately came sauntering over. With a smirk on his face, he looked Viggo up and down.
"You came!” He clapped his hands together. "I'm so glad you two could make it back. Somehow, I feel at least partially responsible, yet I get no credit, nor reward." Then he snickered and walked off.

Orlando growled deep in his chest. Then he grabbed Viggo by the shoulders and spun the man around to face him. "Just you wait until tonight. When I'm done with you, you won't even remember his name."

"But.. I.. Orlando?"

"You'll be lucky to remember your own name."

"But.”. Which was all he managed to get out before the make-up people with brushes and powder, poofs and combs, jumped them.

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Later, that evening in bed after a long hard day at work.

"Bend over."

"What?"

"You heard me, Viggo. Come on”, the immortal elf whined. "Bend over."

"But... I usually top."

"Uh-huh, not tonight."

"But...”

"That's right, I want to see yours, now bottoms up."

"I usually.."

Orlando stopped him with a stern glance.

"Well, you know, that's fun too.” Viggo quirked a smile at him and looked around the bedroom. "Where, um, how do you want to do this?"

"How the bloody hell should I know? You handle all of that. Just where ever you would normally want me."

"Orlando, if you want to top, you have to give directions, take control."

"Oh. Well, I kind of like it when you take control and give the directions."

"Hmmm. You still want to top?"

"Yes! I want to fuck your brains out."

"Ah, ok. Well, seeing that we are already naked, grab the lube and I'll talk you through it."

Orlando thought about this for a couple of seconds and nodded his head. He grabbed the lube and offered it to Viggo.

"Noooo. You have to do it. Just put some on your finger. Come on Orli, I do this to you all the time."

"Viggo?"

"What? You want a glove?" Viggo grabbed his hand and the lube. He squeezed a generous portion onto Orli's fingers then rolled over presenting his bottom for the confused young man.

Orlando started out slowly, but quickly got the hang of it and before long he had one finger all the way in to his second knuckle.

"Good enough?"

"No. Add another finger."

"I need more lube."

Viggo started to say something, then stopped. No, he would let Orlando do it his way.

Half a bottle of lube later, Orlando had a second finger in beside the first.

"Enough?” The younger man nervously asked.

"No; more”.

"Lube?"

Viggo dropped his chin to his chest and shook it slowly back and forth.
"No, Darling. Add another finger."

Orlando sighed. "Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you."

"Sweetheart, your cock is bigger than that."

"Oh. Right”. He reluctantly did as Viggo said and soon had three fingers in, slowly moving them in and out. "Now?"

"Good, that's good. Just grab a condom."

Orlando quickly learned that once you get lube all over a condom package, opening it is next to impossible. He wiped his fingers and grabbed another.
The third one, he used his teeth to tear open.

Feeling all butch, he rolled it on and slathered on more lube.

"Are you ready?” He kissed Viggo along his back and stroked his sides.

"Yeah, do it."

He lined his cock up with Viggo and pushed.

Sliding backwards in the bed and getting rug burns on his knees was not in the plan.
Damn. Traction, he needed traction.
He hooked a leg over Viggo's and pushed forward.
Then he tried just hanging on to his hips.
He really didn't weigh enough to use weight as leverage so in a final act of desperation he braced both feet against the foot board on the bed and basically launched himself at Viggo.

Orlando heard Viggo hiss as a tightness like nothing else surrounded the core of his awareness. He could smell Viggo's scent, feel his hot flesh against his own, feel the driving, building, mounting fever growing and taking over. Every move, every touch, not enough and too much.

"God, Viggo. This is, this is, gooood."

After a few minutes he remembered Viggo had a cock too and reached around to grab it. It appears the man had thought of this on his own and was already stroking madly.

Orlando decided this was a real good idea and let Viggo have at it. He was, after all, more concerned with fucking Viggo's brains out.
It didn't take long before both men were coming and all Orlando could do was lay there and pant.

"Orli, you have to pull out now. Tie off the condom when you take it off and go get a warm wash cloth."

"What?"

Orlando, you topped. That is part of topping, taking care of your bottom."

"I'm tired. I did all the work here.” He whined to no avail.

"I bottomed, you get the washcloth and clean up."

"Fine then, I'm going.” He grumbled all the way to the bathroom and back.

Once the necessities were reluctantly taken care of, Orlando curled up in Viggo's arms.

"Did I fuck your brains out?"

"Yes, Darling.” Viggo purred as he was starting to drift off.

"Good, but you have to top next time because I will never get the hang of tying off a greasy, used condom. Just touching it is so.. ewww."

"Hmm”. Viggo agreed sleepily. "Sure."


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Later, as the two men in question were sleeping the sleep of the freshly fulfilled, the creak of a door could be heard.
Then a squeak of a floor board was next.
A murmured comment and response...
A bumping noise and a swear followed.
Then the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

One brilliant flash, followed by another, then the two men ran through the house cursing and knocking over furniture as they went.

Viggo tore after them, being more familiar in the dark with his surroundings. Orlando rolled over in bed and propped up on one elbow to wait.

A car outside roared to life and squealed as it took off, leaving Viggo swearing from the door behind them.

"Let me guess," the young man in his bed remarked upon his return, "Fucking Hobbits”.

"I wish they were fucking, then they would have something better to do."

"Come back to bed, Viggo."

As he settled in beside his lover, arms wrapped around one another, faces touching, Viggo murmured something that Orlando barely caught.

"What did you say?!” A shocked Orli responded.

"I said, it was Craig's car.” Viggo ran a soothing hand down his arm.

Orlando trembled all over, he was furious.

"Shhh.." Viggo soothed. "And, it was Dom that yelled when he ran into the table. Looks like the Hobbits are bringing in more reinforcements.


~TBC