With His Skirt Around His Waist

Title: Little Black Dress
Series: With His Skirt Around His Waist (1/?)
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: EW/OB, EW/SB/OB, EW/VM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Orlando owes Viggo. But Viggo takes more than he should.
Warnings: Angsty, kinda. Cross-dressing kink.
Feedback: Bunnies need it.
Disclaimer: I makes no claims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I makes no money from it either. It's FICTION.
Website: www.dreamreaver.com/showcase


"Orli? Come on, what're you doing?"

Orlando looks round at Elijah, hopping anxiously from one to to the other; back again. "Relax, Lij. She won't even notice." He heads back into the closet, leaving Elijah to continue his nervous movement.

"Do you know anything about women?" Elijah asks.

"Why would I want to when I have you?"

"My point exactly. She will notice."

"She won't. You know, the only thing I care to know about women is that they have good taste in clothes. That's true of Liv at least."

"What if she comes back?"

"She's away for four days. That's why she gave me the keys. So I could get some fresh stuff in for her for when she gets back."

"But she might...her plans could change. She-" Elijah shuts up as Orlando's arm appears from inside the closet, holding a hanger wih a short, strappy, black silk dress on it. "This, I think."

"Are you kidding?! She loves that dress! What if it gets ruined?"

"If it gets ruined, I'll buy her another one. I think this'll look great..." The rest of Orlando appears, smiling at Elijah. He drops the dress on the bed and wraps his arms around the younger man's waist, dipping his head to kiss him. "Go on," he murmurs, as he pulls away.

"Here?"

"Yeah. They'll be here soon. She'll never know."

"That's as maybe, but I will. I'll never be able to look her in the-ah!" He moans as Orlando grabs his crotch through his linen pants. "God.."

"Trust me, Lij. She'll never know." He leaves Elijah stood there, hard and aching, and goes to look through the chest of drawers. Throws a pair of stockings and something lacy at his lover. "Go on."

Elijah sighs in defeat and heads for the bathroom. Once there, he locks the door behind him and gets undressed. He can hear Viggo coming up the stairs now, along with Sean. Their voices are low and he can't make out what they're saying. Fuck. If Liv ever finds out about this, they're all dead men. He changes, takes a look at his reflection. Maybe a little ridiculous. So he opens up the bathroom cabinet and digs out a few things that might help. Eyeliner, lip gloss, eyeshadow, mascara, blush. He makes up his face and paints his nails blood-red then looks again at his reflection. Musses up his hair a bit. It looks better, he supposes.

There's a knock at the door then and Orlando asks if he's okay. He opens the door a fraction and looks out. Can see Orlando looking him up and down, what he can see of him, and licking his lips.

"Fuck me... Still coming out?"

"You want me to yourself now?"

"Yeah. That's making me feel kind of selfish."

"So send Sean home."

Orlando reaches out and fingers the spaghetti straps of the black dress, smiling wistfully. "I can't," he says, finally. "I promised." He takes Elijah's hand and pulls him out into the hallway, leads him to the guest bedroom where Sean and Viggo are waiting. Sean curses when he sees Elijah. Viggo just takes it in with that unnerving stare of his.

Orlando pulls Elijah back to the bed, clutches his ass through the black silk while they kiss. Elijah hears a click close to his head, looks round to find himself staring straight into the lens of Viggo's camera. Because he's not here to join in, he's here to record the moment at Orlando's request.

Sean is here to join in though, and a moment later Elijah feels Sean's hands in his hair, gently forcing him to turn away from Orlando and into Sean's kiss. But Orlando's hands are still rubbing his backside, lifting the skirt of the dress up around his waist. He's wearing nothing underneath the dress except a suspender belt and the black stockings. Orlando's fingers stroke down the crease of his buttocks, making him moan into Sean's mouth. He's decided; he fucking loves being kissed by Sean.

"Did you shave your legs?" The incredulous voice belongs to Viggo, who has lowered his camera and is staring at Elijah's thighs. Elijah is still occupied by Sean's mouth though, so Orlando answers for him.

"I shaved them for him this morning." His hand leaves Elijah's ass, curves around his leg. "Nice, aren't they?" Viggo makes a small noise of appreciation, lifts his camera again.

Sean breaks off the kiss, licks the lip gloss from his mouth. Orlando immediately pulls Elijah back down to him, hands now coming up to bury themselves in Elijah's thick hair while they kiss. At Sean's instruction, Elijah lifts himself up a little, not relinquishing contact with Orlando's mouth, and gasps at the sudden wet pressure at the base of his spine. He wonders why he had to bother with the dress when it seems all Orlando and Sean want is to get at his ass. Then he doesn't care as Sean's tongue pushes at the entrance to his body. He throws his head back, ignoring Orlando's protests, to curse loudly. Sean's fingers are in there, helping loosen him up, until more than just the tip of his tongue can fit inside Elijah. He squirms against Orlando, panting and groaning at this sudden intrusion. Fuck, he never got told about this. It takes him a while to realise someone is speaking.

"Sean!"

The pressure disappears. Elijah whimpers at the loss, collapses back down against Orlando.

"What?" Sean asks.

"Don't go too fast. We have plenty of time. And at least let me get undressed before he comes all over me."

"Sorry," Sean mumbles. Elijah feels the mattress dip and shift as Sean crawls backward and off it. Orlando pushes him up and he is left alone on the bed while both men undress. He glances over at Viggo, finds the older man staring straight at him. So he mouths Viggo's name, runs his tongue over his lips, winks. It works, Viggo looks away. Looks at Orlando and Sean. They're both naked now; naked and joined in a kiss. Elijah rolls onto his belly, bends his knees and crosses his ankles with his feet int he air. He rests his head on his hands and watches Sean's tongull oll over his boyfriend's mouth.

"You guys..."

"Come here, Lijah. I want to watch you give Orli a blow-job." Sean smiles at Orlando, looks over to watch Elijah get off the bed. And he moves to stand behind Orlando as Elijah kneels in front of them, wrapping his tongue around the tip of Orlando's erection.

Sean holds Orli steady, head resting on his shoulder so he can see what Elijah is doing. And fuck, the boy looks so fucking sexythis out of their minds.

Orlando is loud when he comes, holding Elijah's head steady. Not that he thinks Elijah will move until he is completely spent and clean anyway. Which Elijah doesn't. He gets to his feet slowly, is immediately pulled into a kiss by Sean.

"I want to taste."

The three of them look round at Viggo. Elijah grins, walks slowly over to him. Lifts his arms to circle around Viggo's neck and pulls him down slightly, closing the gap between their mouths. "You weren't meant to be a part of this," Elijah whispers, when their lips are practically touching. Viggo lowers his lips to Elijah's and kisses him gently, though his hands are clutching Elijah's backside, hard. Gripping at the silk and tugging it upwards. Elijah jerks against Viggo when one finger pushes suddenly into him. It slides in easy, thanks to Sean's earlier attentions. Viggo ends the kiss and smiles over at the other two.

"Good job, Sean. Orli, got any lube here?"

"'Course." He throws a tube at Viggo.

Elijah finds himself pushed against the wall. He looks around, staring at Orlando who just smiles back at him and winks. He cries out when Viggo inserts two fingers, covered in lube. They work him loose and he hears a zipper going down and then...Oh God, then Viggo's cock is nudging into, th, then pushing so hard he is slammed against the wall. He hears someone say something, doesn't know what.

Viggo is holding the silk dress around Elijah's waist, fingertips digging painfully into his skin through the thin material. He is nudging the straps of the dress down Elijah's shoulders with his mouth, biting bare skin on the way. All Elijah can think is that he is going to fucking get Orlando for this. For making him think that this was for Sean when all along it was Viggo who'd end up fucking him. It was Viggo who would-

"Fuck!" Viggo's fingers curl around his cock, pumping in rhythm with his violent thrusts. Elijah can't hold himself up any more. The only things keeping him upright are Viggo's cock in his ass and the wall he is being pushed against, over and over. When he comes into Viggo's hand he is screaming, though his voice is hoarse. Viggo's mouth clamps down on Elijah's neck as he comes, and the jolt of pain from his teeth brings tears to Elijah\yes.yes.

"Christ..." Orlando's voice, soft and shaking, brings Elijah back to reality. Viggo pulls out of him and he collapses against the wall, his legs feeling boneless. Nobody says anything more for a couple of minutes, then Elijah hears a zipper going and he lifts his head, looks round at the other three. When Orlando sees his face he goes to him, kneels by him, lifts him into his arms and holds him. He turns to Viggo and Sean and asks them to go. "Viggo, you got what you came for."

Sean looks shocked, stoops to pick up his clothes. He dresses quietly and follows Viggo out into the hall. Elijah hears him saying something to Viggo, sounding angry, but he doesn't really listen. He rests his head against Orlando's shoulder and lets the tears fall. Orlando strokes his hair, kissing his head, saying he is sorry.

"You should have warned me. You should have promised them something different," Elijah whispers, when he is calm enough to make sense.

"It was what Viggo asked for. I'm sorry..."

"I want to...I have to get out of these clothes."

"Yeah. Look, I never thought...I never thought he would hurt you."

"He probably thought I could take it, right?"

Orlando nods, looking utterly miserable. He stands, helps Elijah up. "I should've told him that you're the one who likes to do the fucking."

"You should've stopped him."

Orlando bites his lip. "Yeah. I deserve that. Do you want a hand-"

"No. Just let me be for a while."

"Okay."

Elijah leaves Orlando alone, goes back to the bathroom. He locks the door behind him and strips off the clothes, shaking as he does so. He aches all over from being slammed into the wall by Viggo. He starts the shower running and steps into the tub, wincing at the hurts. Elijah scrubs at his face, washing off the make-up. Uses Liv's nailbrush to scour away the red polish. He showers for a long time and when he is done he leans over the toilet bowl and vomits several times.

"Elijah? Are you all right in there?"

He doesn't answer yet, but gets up and wraps a towel round his waist. Then he unlocks and opens the door, handing Orlando the dress and stockings and suspenders.

"Are you okay?" Orlando asks, tenderly touching his cheek.

"Yeah." Elijah takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you, Orli. And I know he probably didn't mean to hurt me. He probably thought I liked it like that."

"I should've told him."

"Don't worry about it, Orli. Just...from now on can we stop making stupid bets and just stick with each other?"

"Not even Sean?"

"Sean was nice. Gentle. But still not a patch on you."

Orlando grins. "That's good to know. You already know as far as I'm concerned, no-one can replace you."

"It's nice to hear you say it, too."

"I'll say it a lot more from now on. I love what we have. I'm not goin let let anyone come between us."

"Good."

"Get dressed. I want to take you home to mine."

"Better."

"So I can put you to bed and read you a goodnight story."

"Orli..."

"It's called 'Elijah's Beautiful Orgasm'. One of my favourites."

Elijah laughs. "Mine too."

~*~

"So..." Orlando starts, as they head out of Liv's house. "Will I ever get you in a dress again?"

"You know what, Orli? I think next time, it's your turn."


~tbc