Paid for Labour

Series: Resident Pervert Series Part 3
Pairing: Elijah/Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, Kink,
Summary: Elijah pays Viggo a visit and Orlando celebrates his birthday.
Dedication: (completed and posted in LJ on the 13th Jan) Happy Birthday Orlando! May it be as pleasurable as this. *grin*
Notes: This is for all those pervs who asked for more. I hope this is long enough for you. *grins again*

Author’s Note: The first two instalments of the Series are called Night Stalker and a Morning After respectively. I hadn’t had the intention of writing a series when I first wrote these two stories, but the readers seemed to like them (and the pairing) and had asked for more therefore, I present to you… the Resident Pervert Series.

Paid for Labour
jah jah hadn’t paid Viggo a visit since that day. Somehow, he had always referred to the incident at Viggo’s house as *that* day, conveniently pushing the memories of the moments spent with Viggo and Orlando on the couch towards the back of his mind. There it stayed, and and forgotten during the day only for him to relive it during the comforting shadows of the night as he masturbated to the memory of sliding his cock into Orlando’s tight arse as well as that look of pained pleasure upon Viggo’s face when he came into Orlando’s throat.

Viggo on the other hand didn’t react in any ways that could ever give an indication that he would reveal any of Elijah’s naughty secrets and Lij knew that no matter how he behaved around Viggo; the older man would never tell anyone his secret. Their secret.

In fact, he would just flash a friendly smile at Elijah whenever he chanced to see him along the street but the boy in turn would look away; sudd shy shy while his heart raced a hundred miles per minute in his chest, walking briskly in the opposite direction, ignoring the knowing look in Viggo’s eyes and the chilly indifference of Orlando’s gaze as they watched him scamper away like a thief in the night.

It wasn’t that Lij didn’t enjoy the time he had spent on the couch with Viggo and Orlando. It could never be further from the truth if he actually tried to convince himself that. No. It was the taste of fear that came with the realisation of what he had done, complete with the knowledge that if he fell too deeply involved in their games, there was no way of turning back. Ever. Because he didn’t think he could ever bear the thought of not feeling the warmth of Viggo’s breath against his cheek or the tight clamp of Orlando’s muscles around his cock after having felt it that first time.

It had been a week since… *that* day and Elijah hadn’t shown any signs of relenting. He had carefully avoided Viggo, staying away from places where he knew the older man would be. The supermarket. The street leading to his house. The bookshop. The dark alley that was linked to a bar where he and his friend Dominic would sit and smoke, pretending to look older then they really was, giving occasional callcalls towards the direction of passing whores.

It was fortunate then that he was spared the trouble of trying to avoid Orlando because the older boy seemed to want to have no further contact with him. Ever. Which suited Elijah just fine. He didn’t think Orlando liked him very much.

Today he was shuffling his way home after an exhausting day at chu It It was a Sunday and it was nearly evening when he trudged his way down the familiar street leading towards his house along with his church buddy, Dominic.

Dom was close to his age and had an unhealthy obsession with women – at least according to Elijah. Church lessons were nothing more than luxury time taken to pore over girly magazines that he had stolen from his er’ser’s drawer when his back was turned.

Under the cover of the study table, he would drool over the large expense of flesh that were revealed, his fingers lightly tracing the round mounds of a model’s breasts while teasingly tickling the secret place between her thighs. He had generously offered to lend the magazine to Elijah, but Lij had declined the offer. To him, the pictures were crass, lacking that sense of beauty… that of aesthetics he had been exposed to the moment he sawandoando coming down the staircase, completely at ease in his own skin and not putting on the sultry looks that the models forcefully adopted for the pictures.

Subtle, yet erotic, was more of his style and he politely told Dom so, leaving the other boy to ponder whether it was a polite refusal or a slant towards his own taste in erotica.

It was nearly evening when Elijah finally reached the gates of his house. Dominic waved goodbye, putting on a sorry face for his frieeforefore disappearing into his own house just opposite Elijah’s. Lij took a deep breath, steeled himself and then entered the house.

His momma was there standing by the table, waiting for him with his dinner as she normally did. She smiled and went forward to give him a short kiss on his forehead and began the normal routine of quizzing him about the day’s lessons. There was no way Elijah could bluff his way through. His momma knew the Bible from inside out. If he were to the the answers wrong… even if it was just a small mistake… she would take a belt to his arse until he had trouble sitting down. She was tough… his momma. And sometimes Elijah wished she was the one who left the family, not dad.

On the other hand, if dad had stayed, Elijah would have probably gone hungry while he watched his old man drowning himself in booze and getting laid by every single whore there were out there. But at least Elijah could have gotten his freedom and food might be easily available as there were many kind souls out there to give him free food if he asked for some… or something.

In any case, today they had bread and plain soup for dinner. Momma began talking about her day… of what an incredible time she had at mass, how lucky Elijah was to have her as a momma to guide him through life and to steer him away from the course of sin and eternal damnation.

Elijah was silent, shoving the hard bread and tasteless broth into his mouth as quickly as he could just so that he could go back to his room… and maybe think for a while. Or something…

“You have been a good boy, haven’t you Elijah?” Momma said suddenly, watching him carefully from beneath her lashes. She was a pretty woman, his momma, tall and willowy in f. Bu. But she had that oddly pinched look upon her face… a constant expression that seemed to reflect a kind of pain that she was going through, thus making her look older than she really was.

“Yes momma. I have,” Elijah replied, his voice politely distant and his eyes faraway.

“Mr. Mortensen talked to me about you,” she said.

Elijah looked at her, his attention finally focusing upon the woman sitting before him.

A pause.

“He said you were a good boy,” she said again, smiling a little before she reached out to place her hand upon Elijah’s.

“I know that a boy needs a good man to be a good man. If you are lonely, you can go visit him for a bit… and that young man who lives with him,” she said quietly.

Another pause.

“What did he tell you about me?” Elijah asked, suddenly wary, his mouth going strangely dry.

“That you helped him around the house, run some errands and the like. He passed me some money in repayment for a job well done,” momma explained, her face shining with pride.

Elijah was speechless with anger, his face flushed red. Momma mistook the look for embarrassment and leaned forward to kiss him again.

“I know you want to help me ease my financial burden,” she continued softly, “And I’m glad you were helping out a nice man like Mr. Mortensen. He told me you refused to receive any payment because you said that it was done in the service of the lord, helping out another in need.”

She paused, leaned back against the chair and smiled.

“I’m proud of you, Elijah,” she murmured, her eyes glistering with tears. Elijah wanted to rip her eyes out. Bitchstarstard. Filth.

Momma reached into her pocket to take out some of the money. Elijah looked at it as if it were poison.

“You can keep some if you want… and buy some of those candies that you like to eat,” she said with another smile. Elijah shook his head, suddenly feeling as if he couldn’t breathe.

“Momma, may I leave the table? I need… I need to… t-thank Mr. Vee,” he stuttered, pushing away from the table. He was shaking so hard he couldn’t stand properly. Momma just smiled and smiled. And Elijah couldn’t take it anymore and so he dashed out of the house towards the one that lay at the far end of the street.

On and on he ran, kicking up dust behind befobefore he reached the familiar door, gasping for breath. With more bravado than he felt, he rapped sharply upon the door. And waited.

Viggo took quite a while to answer it and when he did, he was dressed in his customary blue jeans and checked shirt that was unbuttoned to the waist, revealing fine dark hairs dusting his skin. He smiled when he saw the boy, nothing the flush that came upon his cheeks.

“Hello Elijah. Would you like to come in?” Viggo asked conversationally, leaning against the door frame.

“Since when do I get paid for becoming your whore?” Elijah cried, his voice shrill with agitation. Viggo cocked his head, gazing upon the boy’s face.

“Now where did you get that idea?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow mockingly.

“You gave my momma some money for the work that you said I did! I am not your whore!” Elijah hissed, his eyes sending out sparks of anger as he looked at the slow smile that spread across the man’s face.

“Who ever said that you were one?” he asked, his voice polite but his eyes were glittering with that strange spark… glittering with some secret knowledge about Elijah that the boy himself had no knowledge of. Elijah opened his mouth to speak before realizing that he had nothing to say. Nothing at all.

“For the record,” Viggo was saying, studying his nails, “A whore is a person who is paid to give service to her client.” Those piercing blue eyes turned then to gaze into Elijah’s. “You were never employed to serve me and you were given ‘payment’ to get pleasure from my pet. So how was that *whoring*?”

And still Elijah was silent, much of his anger quickly vanishing before acute embarrassment took over.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I’ll leave now,” he mumbled, scuffing his sneakers against the floor of the porch. Viggo held him back, putting a firm hand upon his shoulders as he turned to leave.

“No, no. Do come in. After all, you were so eager to get here, running all the way from your momma’s house like you did. It’d be a shame to leave so early,” Viggo said softly, now placing both hands upon Elijah’s shoulder and leading him firmly into the house. Elijah had no choice but to follow. He could struggle and make a mad dash for the door if he wanted to. *If* he wanted to. But why would he want to make such a fuss?

With that, the boy entered the house without much protest, his heart beating so wildly in his chest that he was afraid Viggo could hear it. The house remained strangely unchanged since he came here the week before. The infamous couch was still positioned in front of the television; now clean of whatever humours that had come from the intimate moments they sharedn itn it.

“You hungry? I’ve got some burgers left over from dinner,” he asked, turning away from the boy as he headed towards the dining table, eyes darting every once in a while towards Elijah. The boy nodded his head eagerly, his eyes watching impatiently as Viggo prepared a burger, squirted some ketchup on the patty before handing it over to him.

The older man watched him eat for a moment, smiling a little.

“Where’s Orlando?” Elijah asked finally, sucking off grease from his fingers. Viggo’s eyes darkened a notch, his gaze straying to the hint of tongue that peeked out from the boy’s lips as he lapped at his fingers, sighing a little in satisfaction at having his hunger appeased. The food seemed to be always good at Viggo’s house. And then some.

“He’s upstairs. We’re playing a game.” Viggo said simply before pausing for a moment. “It’s his birthday today.”

Another pause ensued where both man and boy stared at each other.

“You want to come up and join us?” he said, his tone cajoling and his smile never wavering from his face. Elijah hesitated for a heartbeat before heading towards the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He dried them on his jeans and stood stiffly before the man. He then nodded his head, watching through narrowed eyes at the way the man smiled at him.

Viggo ushered him up the stairs, their footsteps seeming to be deafeningly loud against the wooden floorboards. There were two bedrooms up on the second floor, and a bathroom at the end of the corridor. Viggo stopped before one of the doors, his hand resting upon the door knob before he gave a short look towards Elijah over his shoulders. He then turned to press his ear against the wooden panel of the door and gave it a sharp rap with his knuckles.

“Pet?” Viggo called and someone from within groaned in reply. Viggo smiled and gave Elijah another look of encouragement before opening the door to let the boy in.

Elijah stepped into the room, blinking a little at the sudden gloom that engulfed him. The curtains were tightly drawn, shielding the room from the failing light of the evening sun as well as any possibilities of curious eyes of their next door neighbours.

At first, he thought there was no one else in there, and that the groan he heard was nothing more than a figment of his imagination. But Viggo turned on the lamp situated in the corner of the room and automatically, Elijah’s gaze was drawn to the bed.

He stared.

And then he stared some more.

Orlando was lying sprawled upon the mattress, naked. His hands were extended above his head, bound to the metal bars of the headboard above with restrains made of silk. White, virginal silk binding him securely to the confines of his bed. Another piece of the material was used as a gag and slid between his lips, effectively muffling any sounds that he might make. And his cock… his long elegant cock stood stiffly in attention as if it had been eagerly awaiting Viggo’s arrival.

But the older boy’s gaze narrowed to a point as they came to rest upon Elijah and he struggled against his bonds. Elijah knew that if Orlando hadn’t been gagged, he would have hd and and then spat like a ruffled cat. Despite that, the mere images of Orlando purring and arching beneath Viggo’s caresses were enough to send blood rushing down to his lap while his body warmed in definite expectation.

“We have company, pet,” Viggo crooned before leaning down to press a chaste kiss upon the head of Orlando’s cock. The young man writhed again, his hips undulating in an attempt to rub against Viggo’s lips. The older man allowed it for a while, Orlando’s cock painting a wet line against the softness of Viggo’s lips, the moist tip of his penis glistening even in the semi-darkness of the room.

“We’ve been playing for two hours noViggViggo explained, pulling away from Orlando’s cock as he turned to Elijah, studying the boy’s flushed face and wide eyes. Orlando struggled again, desperate to gain attention while Viggo dragged Elijah closer to him and stood behind the younger boy, his face buried into Elijah’s neck, sucking softly upon the skin.

“Do you want to play too?” Viggo murmured against Elijah’s ear, his tongue snaking out to lave the boy’s ear with wet warmth while his hands gently cupped Elijah through his jeans, those knowledgeable fingers tracing the outline of Elijah’s cock and his palm moving in tight circles around the boy’s crotch, slowing coaxing a burgeoning erection.

Elijah whimpered, his hips moving in a rhythmic manner, trying to hump against Viggo’s palm. And through heavy-lidded eyes, he saw Orlando watching them, his expression distinctly unhappy.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Viggo said with a chuckle before reaching down onto the bed to pick up a strange looking object. It was huge, and was shaped like a phallus, with artificial ‘veins’ running through the length. And upon the bed, Orlando wriggled around again while garbled words worked their way around the barrier of cloth.

Before long Elijah found himself stripped of his shirt and manoeuvred to the bed so that he was kneeling in the corner of the mattress, his position giving a clear view of Orlando’s upturned rump, his flushed face and that perfect arsehole that was glistening with lubricant.

“Now. Watch,” Viggo was saying, his voice barely above a whisper as he flicked a switch, turning on the strange mechanism in his hand. At least Elijah *thought* that Viggo turned it on because the object began to emit curious buzzing sounds that seemed to excite Orlando even more.

The older boy tried to talk around his gag, possibly to beg, Elijah thought as a thrill of being in control… of watching such uninhibited beauty so *helpless* sent a shiver through his spine. The strange, choked cry were torn from Orlando’s throat, whatever words he tried to articulate effectively lost.

“Watch. Learn,” Viggo said again, the smile still lingering upon his lips.

“Pretty OrlViggViggo murmured before stroking Orlando’s balls with the tip of the vibrator. The muffled cries escalated into harsh pants, the puffs of breath released from Orlando’s lips like miniature explosions while he trembled and made more soft, *whimpery* sounds.

“Pretty, pretty Orli,” Elijah agreed, his eyes large as Orlando began to sweat, the moisture dampening his beautiful skin with a glistening shine while his hips bucked as Viggo ran the length of the dildo round and rouhe yhe young man’s testicles, occasionally using a hand to tickle the sensitised skin beneath the head of Orlando’s throbbing cock.

“Pet him, Elijah,” Viggo said, his eyes dark and gaze intense as Orlando began to make odd, near-weeping sounds. The boy did as he was told, being the good boy that he was. Gently he touched Orli’s cock, his fingers tracing the path that Viggo created with the dildo upon the stiff shaft.

“Pretty Orli,” Elijah murmured as his eyes worshipped the beauty that was presented before him – the beauty that demanded to be pleasured, to be pampered… to be taken and used as they saw fit.

Orlando was close to coming, Elijah could tell. His dark eyes were glazed, pupils fully dilated and a steady stream of precum leaked from his slit. It was then that Viggo allowed Elijah to play with Orli, the older man pressing the dildo into Elijah’s shaking hands while he moved up to undo the gag from Orli’s mouth. And Elijah started to slide the vibrator into Orlando’s waiting arse.

The results were explosive. Orlando cried out, his slender limbs twisting in sweet agony, occasionally rearing up, panting as he watched Elijah tease him with the dildo only to flop back amongst the pillows and writhe some more.

And yet it wasn’t enough and Orli begged for something that Elijah didn’t know how to give.

Viggo reached over to help, his fingers grasping around Elijah’s inexperienced hand to guide his motion.

“Learn. Listen,” Viggo murmured and Elijah did as he was told. The keening cries then changed into wild growls and desperate wailings as Viggo helped Elijah find Orlando’s prostate, guiding him, running firm strokes over and over the same spot.

The room reeked with the smell of arousal and sweat. Orlando was deliriously close… closer than he ever was before to losing control. His eyes fluttered back in his head only to clench shut, body going still as he held his breath like a diver awaiting the plunge into a deep, bottomless pool. Viggo murmured soft words into Orli’s ear, his hand reaching down to give long, firm strokes upon Orli’s incredibly stiff cock. Elijah thought that it must have been something dirty because Orlando started to tremble. Once. Twice. And then with a sharp bark that was almost like an exclamation of surprise, he came, his orgasm sweetly prolonged while he shook and shuddered with the force of it.

There was that short silence, where only Orlando’s deep, post orgasmic breathings were heard. But then that too softennd Ond Orlando started to purr in contentment, his nose nuzzling Viggo’s thigh in a gesture of thanks.

Viggo smiled at Elijah, proud of the boy’s accomplishments before turning his attention to Orlando. He made the soft cooing sounds of a man trying to comfort his pet while he undid the silk ties and watched, amused as Orlando seemed to crumple into the bed, boneless and weak although he darted a cheeky look from beneath his lashes. He then crawled towards Viggo to curl up upon the older man’s lap, snuggling against Viggo’s warmth while he cast a look of mistrust towards Elijah.

Viggo beckoned the boy over and Lij went along, pressing himself against Viggo’s body while the man wrapped an arm around him, tucking him under his chin. Elijah then reached out to stroke Orli’s hair, marvelling at it silken texture. Orli froze for a moment… before warily relaxing into the caresses and they were silent for the moment.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Elijah whispered in hope that Orlando could not hear what he was saying. But judging from the annoyed puff of breath that Orlando emitted, he knew that hope was truly in vain. He felt Viggo’s smile against his hair.

“It’s Orli’s birthday today. Maybe tomorrow,” Viggo whispered back, pressing a kiss upon the top of Elijah’s head.

There was another silence, but this time Orli was humming a birthday tune, gently hovering between the world of dreams and reality like a little bubble floating in mid-air, drifting lazily the wind.

“So why did you send my momma the money if not for my *services*,” Elijah said after a moment’s hesitation.

Viggo’s answer was simple and direct.

“Because you are my pet and I have to take care of you. I can’t let you go hungry in that house. You’re sure to be offended if I gave it to you that day. So I decided to give it to your momma,” he answered.

“Oh,” Elijah said, snuggling deeper into Viggo’s embra“Oh,“Oh, then that’s alright then.”

And it really was.

END