Narcissist

Later that day…

Orli was packing his stuff, he could go home earlier then he expected. He decided not to tell Legolas, it would be a surprise.

Viggo prepared dinner for that evening, spaghetti, but due to lack of some food he used different vegetables, he had sliced all the ingredients except for one, a zucchini. He was just about to slice it when Legolas came in

Legolas looked at him and said, “You went to the groceries after all?”

Viggo turned to him and said, “No, why?”

Legolas looked at the zucchini and said, “We didn’t have one of those anymore”

Viggo smiled and said, “Yeah that’s what I thought as well, but when I went to tell you I was going to get one I saw this one on the table in your bedroom”

Bedroom? Legolas thought about it, then he remembered the morning and became completely red.

Viggo arched a brow when he noticed it.

Legolas looked at the floor which suddenly appeared very interesting and said, “I think you shouldn’t use it…it’s ehm…too old”

Viggo looked at him and said, “No it’s still good enough to eat”

Legolas blushed even more when he felt himself harden at the memory of that morning.

Viggo noticed the bulge in the elf’s pants and felt he became aroused as well.

Legolas saw the desire in Viggo’s eyes and automatically stepped away from him, but Viggo accepted none of that and grabbed Legolas by the arm, pushing him on the kitchen table and grabbed some tea-cloths that he could reach and tied Legolas’ wrists and ankles to the table legs, practically ripping their clothes off a little later, mistaking legolas’ begs for him to stop for pleads to have it all quickly.

Legolas squirmed, he didn’t want this though his erection told Viggo otherwise, unfortunately Viggo didn’t know the true cause of it.

Viggo suddenly ran to the bathroom only to come back with some oil

Legolas pleaded more, but was glad Viggo would at least use lubrication.

Viggo was spread the oil over his erection and pushed gently inside Legolas’ tightness but the gentleness was soon replaced with hard thrusts when Legolas begged louder for him to stop.

Legolas could feel tears welling up in his eyes but Viggo again mistook them.

Orli opened the door and could hear moans of pleasure. Anger washed over him and he headed to where the sounds came from, the kitchen. At first when he saw them he wanted to curse both of them but then he noticed Legolas’ face, not the face with desire like usual, it was wet from the still flowing tears, he heard the pleas and saw the struggles and shivers. He knew Legolas wasn’t enjoying it, nor wanting it.

Neither Legolas nor Viggo had noticed Orli. Legolas’ arousal had left almost at the first thrust of Viggo though Viggo was to blinded with desire to notice, Legolas knew that if Viggo realized what he was doing, that Legolas did not want it, he would regret it, even hate himself for it. Viggo was near his peak but froze when the voice of Orli was heard “Get off him…NOW!”

Viggo snapped out of his daze and looked down at Legolas and knew what he had done, he got off him and dressed and whispered “I’m so sorry”

Orli glared at Viggo, no sign of the cheery young actor was shown as he said in anger, “Is this what you call watching over Legolas? I trusted you, you promised me he’d come to no harm! How dare you take him against his will?!”

Viggo looked down, Orli was right. He hated himself and said, “I-I’m sorry I, I don’t know what c-came over me” He left quickly.

Orli rushed to Legolas and untied him, gently dressing him. He suddenly noticed Legolas wasn’t trembling anymore, at first he was happy; Legolas was calm again, but that happiness soon faded when Orli saw Legolas’ eyes were closed. He knew what was happening, Legolas was passing away. He had read about it, elves pass away after they have been taken against their will and was glad he knew a little what to do, hoping it was enough. He held Legolas in his arms and softly stroked his face, whispering, “Please, my beautiful leaf, come back to the light, rejoin me. I love you so much, you’re safe now.” He pressed a tender kiss on Legolas’ head before carrying him to the living room and lay him on the couch, spreading a blanket him him before taking the kitchen table and tea-cloths outside and burning them. He made sure the fire was out before returning to Legolas, taking his hand and watched him, hoping to see improvement. A silent tear rolled down and he closed his eyes, for the first time in his life praying to god. To spare his beloved, to not take him away.

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Nice cliffy isn’t it? Will he live or not? That’s the question