Ice Cream

Orlando's Punishment

By: Bonnie a.k.a. Artemis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen
Summary: Viggo gets back at Orlando for earlier.
Archive: Legolas Greenleaf Love, Ringspell, Closer Than Brothers, elsewhere please ask
Feedback: Yes please :)
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em. Never happend. Don't sue, I'm broke. It's fiction people!
Warnings: Feathers, leather, wax, handcuffs, leashes, and collars in effect!


Viggo Mortensen stood shocked and bewildered as he saw his lover and best friend Orlando Bloom fly out the door, leaving him the kitchen still naked and hard. After a few seconds of just plain anger and frustration, Viggo smiled and thought 'Oh, he'll get his tonight.' He went upstairs for a shower and got ready to go out.


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The waves crashed on the beach and Orlando, Elijah, Dominic and Billy, waded back out into the water. The sky was still sunny but thick clouds threatened to hide it. Dominic and Elijah hopped back onto their surfboards.

"How's Vig, today?" A thick Scottish accent said to Orlando. Billy turned to look at him.

"Mmm, fine." A thick British accent replied. "In fact-"

"Oh fuck no!" Elijah said quickly. "I don't want to hear it!"

"I wasn't gonna say it you daft cunt!" Orlando shot back. Dominic and Billy just laughed. "What I was going to say," he said looking back to Billy, "was that Viggo was talking to Miranda and she was discussing plans about John's birthday, next week." He shot Elijah another look.

Elijah grinned and paddled out farther. Billy got on his board and followed but Dominic, hung behind.

"So what *were* you gonna say?"

"You know, Sblomie, you really can have fun with ice cream." He gave him a pat on the back, wink and then swam out some more. Dom just sat on his board pondering this statement his friend had said. He didn't want to think about it any further.


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Viggo lit the last candle on the dining room table. The sent of the burnt match and smoke filled histristrils. He looked at the clock, 6:17pm. He was getting hungry and was hoping Orlando kept his promise to bring home the Greek food.

As soon as he finished his thought he heard the front door slam. "Home." His lover said.

"Good. Did you bring the food?"

"Uh..." Viggo's heart sank. He was in the mood for some Greek. But then Orlando stood in the dining room doorway holding a white plastic bag. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the room. Orli looked at him and cocked his head and rose and eyebrow.

"You honestly think I would forget?" That sexy British accent filling the air, he smiled and walked over. The table was set with plates and silver wear. Two candles stood lit, with their flower sent filling the room. A bottle of wine sat in a bucket of ice. "Hmmm, so you’re not mad with me?" Orlando said with a bit of hesitation in his voice.

"Angel, I could never be mad with you." Viggo leaned over and kissed him, his soft lips barely touching Orlando's. He handed Viggo the bag.

"You get it ready, I'm gonna hop in the shower and wash all this salt water off me."

"Well hurry, I'm hungry. What did you get?"

"Greek salad, risotto stuffed vegetables, lamb shanks, for you," Orli quickly added, "and garden kabobs. I'll be back in a minute." He kissed Viggo on the cheek and went upstairs.

Viggo went to the kitchen and unwrapped all the food. He set it down on the table, and waited. He heard the shower shut off and knew Orlando would be down soon. Viggo picked up the remote to the stereo and turned it on; the sound of Miles Davis filled the room. He sat and picked off a tomato from the salad. He slowly ate it, and then he felt two strong hands on his shoulder.

"Couldn't wait, love?" The British accent said teasingly.

"Sorry."

"No problem." Orli sat down by Viggo, dressed in his jeans and white T-shirt, and then served himself some salad and vegetables.

"Want some wine?" Viggo asked as he grabbed and uncorked the bottle.

"Please." But something in his voice made Viggo just look at him.

"What's the matter?" He said rather gruffly.

"You *sure* your not mad at me for earlier? I mean I did just left you *standing*." A small evil smile came across his marble face.

"Really Orli, I am not mad at you. Really I am. You had a commitment and well you couldn't be late." But something told Orli that Viggo was up to something.

"OK. Now, wine?" Viggo poured some of the 1992 Chardonet into a glass and the two ate the delicious Greek dinner that was in front of them.

After dinner Viggo brought in a bag of DVD’s. "Thought we could watch one, before we hit the sack." He handed the bag to Orli.

"Cool." He looked at the titles. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Die Hard, Platoon, and...

"A Walk on the Moon? Vig, why did you rent your own fucking movie?" He said confused.

"You wanted to see it, remember? Last month at Sean's birthday party."

"Oh, well I was a bit ripped. I said a lot of things I'm sure. I don't really wanna watch you fuck Diane Lane, tonight." He said laughing. His dark chocolate eyes looked at him, "I vote for Butch." He got up and went into the living room, leaving the plate for Viggo take to the kitchen. He sighed and then took the plates and put them into the sink.

"Coming, Vig?" His liquid soft accent floated into the room and touched his ears.

"Yeah, just a sec." He quickly ran the water over the plates. He could hear the TV in the other room.

He came in and sat down at the other end of the couch. Orlando was sprawled out on half of it. One leg draped over the side and the other just straight out in front of him. Viggo lifted his foot and put it back on his lap when he sat down. He pressed play on the remote, and the movie started to play.

About an hour in Orli glanced at Viggo. His eyes seemed empty and his mind somewhere else. He started to rub his foot in his inner thigh and ran it up his groin. No reaction. A puzzled look came across his face. "Vig, you okay?" His eyes filled with concern and he furrowed his brow.

"Hm? Oh yeah, Angel, just watching the movie." He nodded too the screen and gave a smile.

"You sure?"

"Yeah really. Now shut up and watch the movie." He said with another smile.

Orlando went back to watching, but with the thought of something wrong with his love, sticking in the back of his mind, kept him from paying full attention.

When the movie finished Viggo yawned and said he was going up to bed. Orlando was puzzled by this. It was only 9:30. "You feeling all right, Vig?"

"Fine." He bent and gave him a slow hard kiss, "see you up there." A sly smile came on his face and he walked slowly up the stairs. He looked band hnd his crystal blue eyes met the dark chocolate ones and gave a look of 'come and get it.’ Obviously Orli got the message. He got up put the movie away, then put the food away, turned the lights off and ran upstairs.

He came to their bedroom door. It was wide open. He peeked in and saw that there were candles lit around the bed; also another bottle of wine in cooled in some ice was placed there too. Orlando smiled, and walked in. But no Viggo. He stood there a moment and then heard the door shut behind him. He turned.

There was Viggo, bear chested, in the tightest leather pants Orlando had ever seen. He wore a wicked and sly smile on his face. His hands were behind his back, 'obviously holding something', Orlando thought.

"What's this?" Orlando asked, smiling and walking over.

"Stay." Viggo said holding up a hand. He smiled again and then said in a low, deep voice, "this is your punishment, Orlando."

"My what?" He said confused.

"Your punishment. Now take off your shirt." His blue eyes staring. Orlando obeyed and slipped the white shirt off his body, revealing his sculpted marble chest. He stood there waiting.

"Close your eyes." Viggo whispered. He obeyed. Then he felt something on his neck. Leather, like a choker or something. When he opened his eyes he saw that Viggo had put a collar and lead on him. He arched an eyebrow, and looked to Viggo at his side.

"What am I now? Your bitch?" He purred and glared at him.

"Tonight you are." Viggo said so mater of factly. He stood directly in front of him just a few feet away. "And..." He said in a low voice, "you will do what I bid." He suddenly jerked the lead that was in his hand toward him. Orlando stumbled into his body and was caught off guard as a pair of lips started ravishing his. Tongues touching and lips searching, the passion growing. Orlando finally had to break for air.

"Mmmm. Nice."

"Quiet. I didn't say you could talk." Orli was a little taken aback. He didn't fully realize that he was really set on playing this game. 'Fine', he thought, 'I'll play your little game Viggo.'

Viggo wrapped the lead around his hand and drew Orli closer to his body. He smiled and gave it another yank, only this time Viggo's lips started to ravish his ear and cheek. Orlando gave a sigh, as Viggo worked his way down his neck. His hands ran up and down his sides and slowly turned Orli's body towards the bed. He got the message and slowly walked backwards, while his lover kissed and licked his shoulders, neck and mouth.

He gave slack to the leash and let Orli draw back a bit. Viggo looked at him, gave him a smile and put his hands on his shoulder, and gave a push. He fell back on the bed.

"Now take off your pants." Held the lead and then watched as Orlando unzipped the fly and took of his jeans. His erection stood in front of him and begged for Viggo's attention. Viggo moved forward at lightning speed and then straddled Orlando he gasped and his back fell on the mattress. The soft leather rubbed against his groin, and he could see the bulge as his lover bent down and started to kiss and tease his nipples.

"Oh." Orlando moaned as heat built up in his groin and his lover’s hands explored his body. He smiled at his lover's pleasure. "Sit up, and slide down." Viggo breathed roughly.

Orlando propped himself up and slid down to the top of the bed, resting his back against the pillows and head board. Viggo, still holding the leash, stood at the end of the bed and slowly peeled the tight leather pants off his body. Then he moved, cat like, to Orlando and kneeled, with his legs parted over his thighs.

"Now, Angel, you have some unfinished work to do." He gave a wicked look and pulled Orlando by the collar to his hard erect passion. He took it hungrily. Sucking, kissing and licking, Viggo in all the right spots. As the intensity grew, Viggo pulled the lead closer and closer, making Orlando take more and more of it in each time. He shut his eyes and put his head back, breathing hard, and moaning his lover's name.

The heat and pleasure rose, but Viggo didn't want this to end soon.

"Orli stop." He said breathlessly. And he held his head still with his strong hands. Orlando looked up, his deep chocolate eyes begging for more. "Lie down."

He lay down, wiggling beneath Viggo's legs. His erection brushed up against, his inner thigh and he almost lost control. Orlando watched as he leaned over to the night stand and went into the draw for something. He brought out a pair of metal cuffs.

"Now this is where the fun begins." He smiled and fastened the cuffs on Orlando's wrists and hooked them around the head board. Lips touched and explored. Sucked and teased. The passion was intense.

Viggo sucked on Orlando's tongue as his hands reached down and massaged his groin. Moans and sighs filled each others ears. Orlando squirmed and fought as he had no control over the situation. He wasn't used to it. Viggo then made his way down his neck and torso teasing every inch with his mouth and tongue.

Just as he made his way down to his groin he reached for yet something else. The white, fluffy, feather filled Orlando's eyes. The grig Vig Viggo then started to move it lightly across Orlando's chest. He moaned as the light and pleasurable feel of it teased his skin. He was now covered in a light coat of sweat, but this didn't affect anything. Down his chest, ab's, stomach, groin, and cock. Viggo teased and moved the feather all around his erection. So lightly, teasing every inch.

"Jesus, Vig." A loud moan and heavy breathing filled his ears. "You're killing me."

"Be patient, lover." The feather moved in his thighs, and all around his sensitive area. After a few more minutes Viggo looked up and saw that his love face was screwed up of that of intense pleasure and ecstasy.

Next, Viggo reached for a candle. He slowly brought the stick of wax over his face. Orlando struggled but he couldn't move, his cuffs pulled against the bed.

"What are you doing?" But there was no reply. Viggo tipped the candle over his chest and the hot liquid made contact with his marble skin. The muscles underneath instinctively retracted, and Orlando squirmed under it. "Ahhh, that's fucking hot."

But Viggo didn't listen; in stead he let the hot wax drip in little droplets down his stomach. He stopped, put the candle back and looked back to his lover. Tears of passion and pain hung in his eyes. They kissed so passionately and hard, Orlando lifting his head to longer the kiss as Viggo pulled away. Then he pulled out one of the ice cubes that were cooling the wine. He put it between his lips and moved it along the spots where the cooling wax touched his skin.

Moaning and moving under the sudden yet welcomed coolness Orlando moaned and tugged desperately at the cuffs that bound him to the bed. But Viggo didn't stop there. He ran the ice up his erection and lightly coated it with water. The cried of his lover made him harder and harder.

"Fuck, Vig." He said hoarsely. "Fuck me now." He spit out the ice cube off the side of the bed, and reached for the keys. He undid the cuffs, and saw the red marks where they were rubbing against his skin. They kissed again.

"Get on your stomach." Viggo ordered, and Orlando obeyed. He shut his eyes and breathed in. Waiting for the pleasure to start. He heard a cap shut and smelled the sent of vanilla. Viggo spread the lubricant over his hard penis, moaning as he did this. He then slid his arm under Orli's chest and whispered in his ear. "Now, love?"

"Yes."

He spread Orli's legs and guided himself to him. Orlando cried out as Viggo entered him. Then felt his hands grip his erection from underneath. Viggo slowly rocked back and forth, sliding in and out of his tightness easily. The both of them moaning and panting, faster and faster the rocked against each other. Moaning became cries and soft screams.

The rhythm became too much and Orlando felt his climax come. He arched his back and stiffened. He cried out loudly and released all over him and Viggo's hand. Viggo then rocked more violently and panted, suddenly he released into Orlando, crying out as he did. He let out a hoarse groan and 'Oh God'.

He collapsed onto Orli's back and just held him. Both were breathing heavily and still whirling from the pleasure.

Viggo kissed his neck and nuzzled into it. Orlando shifted, and rolled over onto his side. He faced Viggo. Then kissed him on his lips and wrapped him in his arms.

"Mmmm, thank you."

"For what, exactly." Viggo whispered.

"Punishing me."


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