ANTICIPATION: The Drama and the Fury VM/OB

Title: ANTICIPATION: Are You Mine? (3/3)
Author/Email: sandyg writearts2@earthlink.net
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando 1st person POV. In this last chapter an enraged Viggo decides to let Orlando know just how angry he feels in extremely physical terms.
Feedback: Please, please, please...
Wars ifs if needed: Sex, rough sex, implied rape, S&M between willing adults. If you don’t like nasty reading skip this chapter but I must say the ending is actually rather funny. But then again maybe I’m insane.
Disclaimer: Oh heck, if I had a video of this action I’d be a happy camper. All words and deeds are lovely sweet fiction but we can dream, right? Oh can we!

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Click. Click. Click.

What was... opening my eyes I gasped in surprise. Viggo stood next to our bed with his Hasselblad camera, he carefully composing a photo. Unfortunately the lens was pointed at my naked body. "Viggo!" I leaned up in the bed, resting my weight on my extended arms.

Viggo sounded coldly neutral. "Good, perfect, now I have a picture of unfaithfulness in motion. That’s a fine addition to my new sleeping unfaithfulness series. I’m so touched you found your way home."

My blood froze, yes, surprise, it happens... the liquid stood still in my veins cause my heart stopped. "Viggo, no, look, I..."

A soft sigh escaped Viggo’s stern sensual lips, he clicking off another shot. "Orlando, if you weren’t happy with me you could have told me. Since I’m a big boy I can take rejection."

Oh God no. Lunging to my knees I flung out my hands. Click. Click.

"Viggo, no, please listen to me! This isn’t what you think, not at all!" Click. Click. Oh I was not in the mood for this nonsense. "I... Viggo, could you please stop taking photos of me?"

One sharp little word hit me like a brick. "No." Click.

OK fucking fine. Calm down, you silly boy, don’t start screaming. Focusing my scampering mind I managed to sound seriously upset. Yeah, my next few sentences were probably the most crucial words ever to come out of my pretty mouth. "Viggo, please, I was drugged last night."

My frantic words finally gained Viggo’s interest. Lowering his camera my lover fixed his cold hard gaze on me. "Do tell. Why, Orlando, how fascinating. You must think I’m an fucking idiot to fall for such a..."

I leaned up toward Viggo. I desperately tried not to cry again. "Viggo, please, it’s true. I..."

Click. "Good, now I have a picture of a unfaithful liar."

Shit, I was fuckin’ doomed. I should just get up and leave, yes, run away from Viggo until he calmed down which, from the cold hard way he was staring at me, might be sometime in the next century. I... no. Ignoring Viggo’s harsh glare I quickly spoke. My rich voice quivered like a plucked violin string. "Viggo, please, please listen to me. Please believe me, please. After the Troy party I went out with Daniel the casting director because he wanted to talk about expanding my role. I..."

Viggo supplied me one rude snort of disbelief. Bad, very bad. Controlling myself I plunged on. "After we talked for a while I went for a piss. When I came back more wine waited for me. Once I drank it I... lost all awareness, well, I was still consciousness but... I had no idea what I was doing until I woke up this morning in his fucking bed."

Viggo’s luscious lips formed a cruel lopsided smile. "Yes, ha, sounds like it was indeed a fucking bed with pretty young Orlando Bloom as the star attraction."

This was useless. I was so fuckin’ doomed. In my desperation I almost asked Viggo what doomed was in Danish. Instead I tried pleading again. "Viggo, listen to me, the bastard raped me! I had no idea what was going on, no, I woke up and felt my world cave in on me!"

Viggo still stared at me, his wide light eyes freezing me into a human Popsicle. Wincing I met his cold stare, determined to let my jealous lover know I wasn’t lying. After a long sick minute Viggo turned, he gently setting his camera on the low bench by the wall. Returning to the bedside he still stared down at me. "Did you go to the police?"

Gaping up at Viggo I finally reclaimed my voice. "You know I can’t do that."

One curious brow arched toward Viggo’s hairline. "Why not?"

Suddenly I felt exhausted. "Viggo, please stop being so cruel to me."

A short hard laugh answered me. "Cruel? Come on, I didn’t rape you, dng Ong Orlando. I didn’t take you out for drinks and drug you with the intent of molesting you, did I? No, I don’t recall doing that to you. So how am I being cruel?"

I felt close to throwing up. Doomed. My lips could barely form words. "Viggo, come on, you know my career would be..."

Viggo gracefully broke into my soft words, his sneer sharper than any knife in the kitchen. "Ah yes, the all consuming, all important Orlando Bloom career. So let me recap; since I’m an old man my memory might be faulty. All right, after this party you went out with this casting director because he promised you a bigger role in Troy. He fed you wine..." Viggo paused, his soft husky voice infinitely mocking. "Tell me, sweet Orlando, were you already drunk?"

Hanging my head I nodded. Doomed.

Viggo’s bitter sneer deepened. I couldn’t look at my normally handsome lover any more; right now he looked so cold and cruel. "Typical. So our drunken young Orlando goes out with this casting director... tell me, Orlando, did you already know this man was interested in you?"

I numbly nodded again. Doomed, doomed, doomed.

"Ah, I see. So drunken, eager to be a movie star Orlando enjoys a few more drinks with this lecherous casting director, take a piss and boom, he’s suddenly drugged. Next thing our poor innocent Orlando knows he’s in a strange bed. Did this man hurt you?"

This time I shook my head no.

"But he raped you without your consent."

Head nod yes.

"But you want to keep everything quiet since your precious career would be in jeopardy. Did you scream at this man, try and beat him up?"

Headshake no. Doomed, doomed, doomed.

Viggo’s angry fingers gripped my long hair, he jerking my face up to his. "Orlando, my sweet, you know I don’t like it when you don’t look at me. Liars usually avoid meeting people’s eyes."

Swallowing deeply I met Viggo’s flat hard gaze. "Viggo, please, I’m not lying."

"So how did you feel knowing this man took you against your will?"

"Pathetic."

Viggo’s lips quirked in appreciation. "Ah, an excellent word choice. Very good, sweet Orlando. You are truly pathetic. I must be pathetic too because I love such a pathetic creature." A definite pain flickered in Viggo’s damaged eyes. "I suppose you don’t want me to go beat this asshole up."

"No."

Viggo’s grip tightened on my hair, I trying not to wince. "So who should I take my fury out on?"

"Me."

Viggo actually smiled, oh, it was a horrible cruel smile. "You. You would rather have me take my anger out on you than take my anger to the asshole who drugged you. My, my, my, dear Orlando, I am beginning to think I have a pretty young masochist in my hands." Viggo thrust me to the bed, he walking away from me. His bare feet padded down the stairs.

My throat felt like someone was strangling me. Where was Viggo going? Scrambling from the bed I almost rolled down the stairs. Viggo wasn’t the middle level. I scurried down the next stairs, finding him sitting on the balcony, he smoking a cigarette. Oh. When I gave up smoking Viggo did the same. I definitely pushed him over some mental ledge.

Creeping forward I hovered just inside the glass door. Viggo’s soft deadly voice drifted back to me. "Orlando, go back to bed or do whatever you like but now is not a good time to talk to me. Oh, wait, let me rephrase that request; don’t leave the flat. If you leave it will only make matters worse."

I fled back upstairs, taking a bottle of wine with me.

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Ouch! What... ouch! Something, yes, a palm slammed into my right cheek, whipping across to my left cheek.

Waving my hands I sat up. I felt my wrists gripped in a strong rough hand. "Viggo, what..."

"Shut the fuck up."

Oh fuck. Blinking I forced myself to relax. Viggo sounded horrible. He sounded drunker than I had ever heard him since Viggo didn’t get drunk. He could drink more than anyone I knew but not get drunk, unlike me.

Viggo squeezed my wrists in his punishing grip, I feeling my bones shift under my skin. Biting my lip in pain I kept my wide eyes open, they frantically searching Viggo’s furious face. Oh God forgive me that sick part of me thought Viggo looked wildly sexy, his thick hair hanging in his face. I still had to protest this treatment. "Viggo. No."

Viggo’s large right hand whipped across my right cheek again. His voice sounded raspy. "Orlando, I told you to shut the fuck up."

Doomed. I was bloody doomed.

Viggo’s hand released my wrists, he staring at me like a scientist might look at a dangerous new microbe on a slide. Doomed. His usually pleasant husky voice ripped at my frightened pores. "You fucking well knew what was going to happen but you still went with that asshole. You were drunk and stupid. Yes, you probably didn’t anticipate the drug angle but that sick trick’s as old as the ages. Well, Orlando, I hope the hell your sexual performance made you the god-damned star of the movie so your precious fucking career will just skyrocket. Do you think it did? Were you star whore of the month?"

I could only blink. Christ help me I wanted to run down the stairs and throw myself off the balcony into the river but right now I was toast. Plus I felt confident Viggo would stop me. I remained very still.

Viggo piled more brutal words on me. "Oh, that’s right, my poor innocent darling, you weren’t quite in your right mind so you have no fucking idea what you did with this company asshole. Tell me, Orlando, are you in your right mind now? I see you enjoyed a little wine before your nap."

I nodded, yes, I was trashed but nothing serious. I was very aware of what was happening and I didn’t like it. My eyes were wide with pleading, yes, I felt them bulging from my head.

"Good. I want you to be completely fucking aware of what I am going to do to you." Viggo shoved my slender body back to the bed. I lay very still, watching Viggo gulp a deep drink from a bottle of Jack Daniels. Daniels. Oh. I almost burst into hysterical laughter. No, that would be very bad bad because right now Viggo was very very angry with me. I didn’t even know we had Jack Daniels in the house. How American.

"All right." Viggo pounced on the bed. His strong thighs straddled my slender chest, he leaning his large hands on my flesh. His ragged nails dug deeply into my tight nipples. Ouch, ohh... "Open wide, my sweet darling boy. Time to eat some Danish."

Wincing I slowly opened my lips. Kneeling above me Viggo rubbed his hard cock across my face, he lightly smacking my burning cheeks with his stiff flesh. Moaning in satisfaction Viggo finally directed his cock into my open mouth. I hated this, oh I... I... oh shit, no I didn’t, hell, this sick debasement was exciting. Viggo knew it too, his arch smile telling me he knew my weakness. Fine.

Sucking in deeply I washed Viggo’s salty flesh with my tongue, gagging slightly when he thrust his hips toward me. God, he was so big, so hard. Relaxing my throat I worked on, yes, let’s see if I could control this situation and make him come... aaack, no, wait, Viggo shoved his hips again. Choking I shuddered, my tongue helplessly pinned against his big cock. Accckk! Desperately trying not to bite down I writhed in frantic protest.

Viggo yanked free, I gasping in real relief. My slim legs suddenly soared into the air, Viggo lifting my tight ass a foot off the bed before he rammed his hard cock into me. With each violent thrust Viggo’s strong hands yanked me up. My entire weight balanced on my head, ouch... oh... Christ, my neck was going to snap! Oh... my long cock finally stiffened, a definite pleasure growing in me. Ha, perhaps I was a masochist.

Even as he burrowed into me Viggo still looked oddly remote and determined, no, could it be Viggo wasn’t enjoying himself? I frantically thought Viggo was truly punishing me and he didn’t like it. Pathetic relief filled me. Oh, if Viggo enjoyed hurting me this badly I... didn’t know what I’d do because God help me I was becoming wickedly excited.

Viggo suddenly fell back to the bed, his action pinning my shins under his broad back. My thighs slammed into my chest. Arrrghhhr! My cruel lover’s muscular arms squeezed me close as he still plunged up into my contorted bent body. My stiff cock almost bent in half against Viggo’s quivering hard stomach muscles. Oh, nnngg...ooohhh my sweating face pressed against Viggo’s, I feeling his bourbon-scented breath hitting my cheek. Oh why not? Moaning in pain I kissed him, plunging my tongue in his gasping mouth. In response Viggo quickly bit my tongue, I tasting my own metallic blood. It all made sense.

Nggh, oh, oh help, I went limp, oh, oh, the familiar hot boiling release seared through me, I coming hard, yes, I screamed in mixed pain and definite desire. Viggo slammed me back down, he still not stopping until he finally tore into me, he shaking with his total release.

Hoarse panting filled the air.

All right, yes, good, I was still whole and, although in bloody fuckin’ pain, not badly hurt. Not a bad punishment.

Remaining silent Viggo yanked his limp flesh from my asshole. Before I could react his strong hands flipped my limp body over, my face hitting the pillow. What was Viggo...

Smiling in vicious delight Viggo slowly made a fist with his long strong fingers, he making a point to wave the dangerous bony threat in my sweaty face. I felt my eyes widen in new fear. Oh my God no. No. No. Oh Viggo’s wide lusty smile told me someone was enjoying himself, yes, very, very much. I was doomed. I wanted to beg and plead but I was terrified to open my lips. I’d only make things worse.

Now I knew my wicked punishment had just begun. The world of pain I anticipated was about to come down on me. The minute Viggo’s hard fist began its brutal journey inside me I started screaming mindlessly until Viggo’s left hand grabbed my hair, he brutally forcing my face down into the pillow.

Aggggrrrhhh!

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Oh. Oh shit.

Moaning in pain I assessed my aching body, my dazed mind trying to figure out what didn’t hurt. Oh, wonderful, OK, my toes weren’t in pain. My abused asshole felt like someone had parked a few lorries in it. Hey, wonderful, my slender cock didn’t hurt either, ha, it certainly came plenty of times but it wasn’t directly involved in any more complex physical action.

What the fuck time was it? I wasn’t sure when Viggo started on me but he went at it for bloody hours. Someone should recommend him for a role as the Marquis de Sade, ha, too bad they just did that flick with Geoffrey Rush. They missed out on the perfect man for the role.

It was still dark out so... oh. I wondered when I passed out?

Staring over my body in the dim light from the lamp I frowned. Ha, I expected to see nothing but bruises and blood covering my flesh. Wow, nothing serious marred me except one wicked bruise on my taut belly and a few claw marks on my chest. God, hold on, my nipples were definitely littered with bites. How nice, Viggo somehow knew how to hurt me without leaving too many nasty marks. Yes, I had such a talented lover.

My throat felt raw from swallowing my screams. I was stunned no one called the police; well, Viggo made sure I kept the noise level down. Biting the pillow became a new Olympic event for me. I deserved a perfect 10. I was surprised I wasn’t spitting out feathers.

Oh. Groaning I sat up, raking back my sweaty tangled hair. Ouch, ouch, OUCH! Oh please, was this the end of my torture? By punishing me did Viggo leech the anger from his system?

Worst of all how did my brutal lover know I’d... like it? That angle scared me most of all. Yeah, Viggo knew I was into a little roughness but during those past few hours we delved into pure sublime S&M territory and I... definitely got excited. I think the tying my wrists and ankles to chair legs while arching me over the wooden back stunt won the Best of Torture award. No wonder everything hurt. I had no idea what hard object Viggo jammed into my ass that time... I wasn’t looking because he had also blindfolded and gagged me. Urgh, that dark purple bruise forming across my tight stomach was ugly. Lovely. Good thing I wasn’t doing any shirtless scenes yet.

Rising slowly I hauled my aching battered body to the bathroom. Bloody fuck, I could hardly walk. The pain in my asshole stunned me. I gazed at the image in the mirror: Hello, Mr. Bloom, my, aren’t we looking incredibly confused this evening? Shit, I did have bruises on my face from where Viggo hit me. My lips were swollen, bruised and bitten from Viggo’s hard kisses. Oh Charles in make up was going to love me. Ha, those drooling fans who thought I had skin like warm fine marble would be a mite surprised.

Oh yes, a hot bath would help me most of all. Running the water in the large marble tub I tossed in some of my fancy bath salts, savoring the heady minty fragrance. I perched on the toilet, hissing in pain. Ouch, fuck, damn... Oh yes, little boy, just wait until you had to shit. Oh joy, joy, joy.

My dazed mind kept replaying the last strange hours. My fierce Viggo somehow stripped me down to base animal want and he made me like it. Oh yes, like I said, my older lover was supremely talented. I suppose when you’re 45 you’ve pick up a few rough tricks here and there. I still didn’t know what to think. I should hate Viggo but... I still loved him. Ha, I thought I was Viggo’s love slave... after last night’s supreme domination I knew the bloody real meaning of the term.

Good, the water looked ready for me. I slid in, gently resting my ass into the warmth. Oh, ouch, oh God nooo... gripping the tub ledge I floated my ass in the water. Better, much better. Mmmm yes, good, the heat relaxed me. I finally settled down, my ass still on fire but the blaze had dropped from 12 alarms to oh, maybe 6.

Drifting I truly wondered what this all meant to our future relationship.

The door opened, Viggo entering the steamy bathroom, he clad only in his paint-spattered jeans. To my shock Viggo sounded completely normal. "Ah, I heard the water running. Are you hungry?"

I blinked up at him. What an oddly normal question. "Err, no, not really."

"Want a drink?"

I only nodded. Viggo smiled and left the bathroom. How could Viggo act like nothing happened? We were still playing mind games? Oh ha, if Viggo told me nothing happened I would run screaming into the night.

Viggo returned, he setting a full wineglass down on the tub lip. Nodding my cautious thanks I sipped the dry white. For once I didn’t know what to say. I obviously was allowed to talk again since I had uttered words and remained unsmacked. During my epic punishment except for my screams I managed to keep completely silent. For me that was indeed a world’s record.

Viggo knelt next to the tub, his intense light eyes trained on me. A mocking little smile appeared. "You’re allowed to talk now, darling."

I could only shake my head. "I’ve been quiet for so long I don’t know what to say."

Viggo laughed in delight, a nice clean normal laugh. Even though the sound confused me I cherished it. "Well that’s a first. Orlando Bloom, chatterbox extraordnaire, goes speechless."

I could only blink again, a strong relief welling up inside me. After all that happened Viggo could treat me like before my punishment? Cringing a bit I dared ask the all-important question. "So I... am I done?"

Viggo smiled at me. "Yes, darling, you’re done. You were absolutely amazing last night."

Huh? But... "Last night... did I sleep all day?"

Viggo nodded. "You passed out around dawn and yes, you slept all day. I called Wolfgang and told him you were sick."

"Oh. Yes, sick. Ha."

Viggo’s smile turned into a playful grin. "So, darling, how much pain are you in?"

The blunt question took me off guard. "Well, err, considering everything you did to me I’m in pretty amazing pain."

"I would think so." Viggo reached out, his long finger tracing my abused lips. "So aside from your pain how do you feel?"

Where was this weird conversation going? My frown flexed under Viggo’s finger. "How do you want me to feel?"

"How do you want to feel?"

Oh this was classic Viggo territory, answering questions with questions. He knew it drove me bloody insane. "I should feel completely ashamed of what we did last night but in all honesty I... don’t."

Viggo’s face filled with delight. "Excellent. Oh, Orli, my sweet, I was so pleased you gave me this scenario to play with, yes it was perfect."

Excuse me? Was I hearing Viggo correctly? Viewing my obvious confusion Viggo winked at me. "Oh love, I’ve been wanting to try some of my special tricks out on your beautiful perfect body ever since we got together but I wasn’t completely sure how to approach you. The whole punishment concept was the perfect opportunity for me."

My mouth hung open in stupid surprise. "But... you mean you weren’t really mad at me?"

Viggo casually shrugged at me. "Oh darling I was mad at you but nothing as serious as you thought. What happened really wasn’t your fault but it gave me the perfect opening to play out the jealous lover part. Delicious. Being the sweet drama queen that you are you were already frightened of what I would do so it was easy to play off of your intoxicating fear. Orli, you have no idea how enchanting you are when you’re frightened out of your wits. I adore seeing those big chocolate brown eyes grow round with fear." Viggo smiled in remembrance. "You also do this adorable thing with your glorious lips, yes, when you’re frightened you purse them in a unique way. Just seeing your pretty lips doing that makes me hard."

Yes, I really was hearing these amazing words from Viggo. I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. So my punishment was all one big... concept. I was the center of a huge performance art piece orchestrated by my sick, sadistic lover. My new master knew exactly how to control me. Oh what the hell. I started laughing until I choked.

Viggo smiled in dark satisfaction, his strong fingers tweaking my abused right nipple. I winced but kept laughing hysterically. Oh, we made quite a charming pair.

I loved a complete sadistic monster. I was doomed damaged goods.

And I liked it.

FIN