Ravished

Title: Ravished
Author: Lilslasher
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC17
Warning: PWP
Summary: It's cold outside and Orlando wants to get warm.
Feedback:If you feel inspired, spit it out.
Beta: Amoureux De Sang
Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not own the names or characters. I make no claims about their sexuality or lifestyles. No profit being made.

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Viggo was in the trailer, stretched out on the sofa. Grabbing a few minutes of relaxation during their lunch break.

He heard the door open and felt the cold gush of wind. Glancing at the door he saw the shivering elf come bounding in. He rapidly pulled the door shut, and locked it, as he studied Aragorn lazily stretched out.

"I am sooo cold!" Stamping his feet and rubbing his arms, "this costume does nothing to hold in body heat!" He moved swiftly for the couch.

"Quick, Viggo, get me warm." He climbed over Viggo and wiggled down between him and the back of the sofa causing Viggo to turn on his side or get dumped in the floor. This was so typical of Orli, always touching and hugging. He thrived on human contact.

He kept wiggling and squirming, pulling Viggo's arm, until he finally had a human blanket. Viggo found himself laying on the elf, his legs straddling him, face to face.

Orlando froze; suddenly realizing this latest move may not have been the best idea.

Viggo smiled, "getting warm, yet?"

Orli just looked up at him, trying to keep his breathing under control.

When Viggo began to move his hips in little circles, Orli's eyes got big. "How about now?"

When Viggo began gentle thrusts Orli's breath quickened. He felt the tingling, the longing, the warm flush creep up his neck. The thrusting got harder and harder and Orlando's eyes slipped closed.

When Viggo began grinding up and down against him his eyes shot open and he whimpered.

The older man pressed his lips firmly against Orli's. His tongue tracing his lips slightly before it slipped inside, exploring his mouth.

Surrender was instantaneous as Orlando began to mimic the motions of Viggo's hips.

Viggo reluctantly broke the kiss and gazed into the other man's eyes. "Are you warm, yet?" he asked with a deep throaty voice.

Orli mumbled something and Viggo leaned closer, his breath ghosting on Orli's cheek as he said, "I didn't quite catch that."

"I said," the young brit gasped, "I'm so.. hot.. I could.. melt."

"Yes," Viggo cupped the sides of Orli's face, trailing his hands to his neck, then resting them on his shoulders, "but could you come from this?" He started with his neck, kissing and licking above his collar, his hands firmly sliding down his tunic.

"Oh God..." was the moaned reply.

Viggo's hips moved faster, grinding harder, as his mouth slowly kissed and nipped his way up to the pointy elven ear.

Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo's body and clung for dear life.

He began to whisper Danish to him as he ground his rock hard erection against the elf.

Orlando tensed and cried out, his only movement was the shudders that wracked his body.

Viggo kissed him tenderly on his forehead and brushed a few strands of the long blond hair back from his face.

"Damn.. Oh fuck.. Shite.. I don't believe.. I just.. Oh God.." Orli stammered. He looked stunned, or stunning, Viggo couldn't decide which.

"You better change." Viggo got up slowly and offered a hand to the beautiful being lying there.

Once Orli was standing, his eyes went straight to the obvious wet spot on the front of his leggings. "Oh shite." He grabbed another pair from the costume rack and fled to the back of the trailer. Viggo retreated to the bathroom.

When they both returned to the living room, the Mirkwood elf had a very bad case of bed hair. Holding the offending garment at arms length he looked imploringly at Viggo.

"Is it okay to wash these, you think it will come out?"

"Of course not, the stain is a permanent notice for the entire crew that you came in your pants...for me." Viggo smiled.

"Oh, God.." his voice wavered.

Viggo laughed, "Don't worry, bring them by the house later, we'll get it out." He lowered his voice at the end causing a shudder to run through Orlando.

They gazed at each other, Orli reached out his hand, running just two fingers down Viggo's cheek.

"Orlando.."

He snapped out of his trance at the sound of that voice saying his name.

"Your hair.."

Orli blinked, then realized what he was talking about and jerked his head toward the mirror. He groaned at his reflection. "Can you help me fix it?"

Then came a pounding on the door. "Open the damn door, you cunts! It's bloody cold out here," Bean roared causing both men to jump.

Viggo grabbed the brush as Orli unlocked the door. Sean stepped in, shut the door, then got a good look at the men he shared the trailer with.

"My God Viggo, you've ravished him!"

All the confirmation he needed was in the deep red blush that crept up Orli's cheeks as he stared at the floor. Sean laughed and started toward the back of the trailer.

Viggo held up the brush and said simply, "come here."

As he was brushing the blond wig, Orlando quietly said, "do I really look ravished?"

"Absolutely."

"This is it.. this is the day I die from embarrassment."

"Elves don't die from embarrassment."

"Then shoot me , please."

"All I have is a sword, besides, I think 'ravished' looks good on you. There. All done. Now, the elf prince looks all dignified."

"If he could get rid of the I've been fucked, glow." Sean laughed from the hall. "And the blushing, too." Sean was grinning ear to ear as he approached them. "This is going to be fun."

For the rest of the day, whenever Boromir got near Legolas, he whispered "ravished" causing a flush to creep up Orli's neck.

Finally, Peter, knowing that Orlando's costume wasn't very warm, became concerned that his elf might be fevered or was coming down with something and wrapped early. He walked over to him and with one hand on his shoulder said, "Get some rest, go lay down and get warm."

Sean walked up behind Peter, smiling wickedly. "Yeah, Pete, he looks totally, mmmm, worn out." Then he mouthed "ravished" at him. As Orli's cheeks grew redder Sean felt it was necessary to add, "looks like it's getting worse too."

Viggo walked over, threw an arm around his shoulders and said, "don't worry, I'll take good care of him," and guided Orli toward the trailers.

Sean called after them, "Yeah, Vig, get him to bed and take good care of him!" Then followed behind them, laughing.

Peter watched them go and just shook his head.


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