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fellowshippers2005-03-28 04:07 pm
catatonic1242.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-03-28 04:07 pm
Fic: You Fucking Painted Me!
Title: You Fucking Painted Me!
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mgal and catatonic1242
Pairings: Dom/Viggo/Orli/Billy (and every combination thereof)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction, n-- An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented.
Summary: Alphabet abuse.
A/N: So,mgal and I were having an innocent conversation in her LJ when all of the sudden the topic turned to this picture:
And the following conversation resulted:
catatonic1242: It looks kinda like Viggo painted on Dom's belly while Dom was asleep in their bed, and then Dom woke up late and had to go to a photoshoot but didn't have time to shower beforehand, so he had to go to the shoot with evidence of Viggo all over him.
mgal: You know it's all streaky like that because Viggo fell asleep with his arm wrapped around Dom's stomach and their body heat made the paint run in places, leaving both of them sticky and colorfully messy in the morning. And Viggo is in *so* much trouble when Dom returns from his photoshoot.
You can guess what happened after that...
*****
The faint sound of a bird cawing somewhere in the distance rouses Dom from a deep, satisfying sleep. He lingers on the edge of consciousness for several moments, relaxing into the cool sheets and the soft, warm pillow under his head. He's just starting to slip back to sleep when a thought strikes him, clear as a bell.
"Photo shoot!"
With a small cry, Dom bolts upright in the bed. Panicked, he searches the room for a clock but, of course, finds none.
"Damn it, Viggo, why can't you live like a normal human being?" he mutters, throwing back the covers. Dom slides out of the bed and makes a grab for his pants, but as he bends down, he realizes that the skin on his belly feels cold, dry and tight. Without looking, Dom reaches a hand down to touch his stomach, then pulls away immediately when he feels the scaly texture.
Aghast, Dominic dashes into the bathroom, where he flips on the lights and blinks rapidly against the brightness. When his eyes adjust, he realizes exactly what's happened.
"VIGGO!"
Dom turns around to find Viggo standing in the doorway, one hand lazily tucked into the pocket of his blue jeans, the other resting against the doorframe. "Dominic," Viggo answers nonchalantly.
"You... Fucking... Painted... Me!" Dom bellows.
"True," Viggo agrees.
"You right bastard." Dom throws a glare over his shoulder, then hurries to the bathtub. Before he can twist the hot water knob, however, Viggo clears his throat.
"It's 10:25," Viggo comments.
Dom pales. "FUCK! Why the hell didn't you wake me up? I have to be across town in five minutes!" He darts past Viggo and back into the bedroom, where he rummages through a discarded pile of clothes until he finds a shirt that could possibly pass as clean.
"I'm not your mother, Dominic," Viggo answers coolly.
"I'll get you for this," Dom mutters as he shoves past Viggo and runs out of the house.
*****
The first thing Dom does when he returns to Viggo’s place is head straight for the shower. He doesn’t stop off at the kitchen to fix himself a little snack, doesn’t stop to check his e-mail, and he definitely doesn’t stop to say hello to Viggo. He leaves his trousers and shirt in the middle of the bathroom floor and slides under the warm spray.
His mind is going in a million directions at once. Surprisingly, the photo shoot had been a big success, despite the fact the he had arrived half an hour late. Viggo is completely to blame for that, he thinks. Begrudgingly, he also has to admit to himself that he has Viggo to thank for the rousing hit he was at the photoshoot, too. Viggo. Always the artist, always the rebel, always the bloody king of the people. It infuriated Dom to no end. For once, it would be nice to get the better of him.
Caught up in his thoughts, Dom barely has time to register that another presence is in the bathroom. He smiles to himself as he hears Viggo silently undressing.
So, Vig assumes he can just easily make this up to me, does he? Dom thinks. Maybe it’s time I show him that I can give as good as I get. He lets out a low sigh, contemplating his next move. It's no surprise that when he looks down he finds that he's already semi-hard.
Viggo quietly pulls back the shower curtain and watches Dom for a brief moment before joining him. Dom is facing the front of the shower, letting the warm water run down the back of his head and neck and onto his shoulders. He looks completely lost in thought. Time to make up, Viggo thinks.
Just as Viggo slyly joins him in the shower, Dom effortlessly reaches for the spray nozzle, spins around and brings Viggo to his knees with a blast of hot water. Before Viggo realizes it, Dom has a strong hold on his neck muscles and whispers to him, "Let's see what kind of game you'd like to play with me now, Viggo. Now that I'm fully awake."
"I'm not playing games," Viggo answers when the shock of the hot spray finally subsides. He looks up at Dom, who is glaring at him intensely, a strange kind of fire burning in his eyes. The drain in the tub is sluggish and the water, dark purple with paint, pools around Viggo's knees. Still holding Dom's gaze, Viggo leans forward and takes Dom's length into his mouth in one swift movement, leaving the younger man gasping and clutching frantically at Viggo's hair.
Dom swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. Threading his fingers through Viggo's damp hair, he loosens his grip and then, without warning, yanks back hard. Dom smiles slightly as Viggo stifles a small gasp and winces at the sharp pain. Today they were gonna play on his terms-- after all, he wasn't named Dom for nothing.
Dominic looks down to find Viggo staring up at him with pleading eyes. The paint that had covered him is running off and staining Viggo's chest and thighs with brilliant hues of scarlet and blue. Seeing such a beautiful sight, Dom can't help but stroke a hand softly across Viggo's cheek-- first one side and then the other, his fingers ghosting across Viggo's lips. As Viggo closes his eyes, Dom holds on tightly to both sides of his face and thrusts back into that deliciously warm mouth.
Viggo grunts as Dom pushes his length between Viggo's lips, but the noise only spurs Dom on. Dom has a tight grip on his head, fingers digging into the sides of his face, and Viggo knows he'll probably have bruises that are going to be hard to explain tomorrow. For the moment, however, the only thing that matters is the younger man above him, all around him. Dom surrounds Viggo, his smell, his taste, the small whimpering noises he makes with each thrust, and Viggo is powerless to move his head even if he'd wanted to.
But he can move his hands, and he trails them up the back of Dom's thighs, scratching his torn fingernails through the light scattering of hair there. Dom moans and shifts forward, angling himself to allow Viggo to take more of him, and the movement causes Viggo to briefly lose his balance. He catches himself with his hands on Dom's ass, his fingers splayed across the firm skin. Viggo gives a tentative squeeze and Dom mewls and closes his eyes.
Dom can feel his body humming, tightening up, so close to his release. After a few longer thrusts he comes, clutching Viggo's head tightly against his body. As luck would have it, at that exact moment a cold spray of water covers them both. They stay there entwined together momentarily, Dom trying to calm his body while Viggo's agile fingers continue to knead his flesh. Even though he is freezing cold, Dom is captivated by the image of Viggo kneeling before him, covered in fading paints, come, and dripping water, his cock rigid and erect against his stomach. He's like a beautiful painting that should be hung in every museum, Dom thinks. Well, every museum, that is, except for those that cater to children, or senior citizens. Or any religious sects. Viggo's slight shivers bring Dom back to reality. "Viggo. Bed. Now," he commands.
Viggo nods, the stubble on his cheek scratching lightly over Dom's thigh. Dom reaches forward with some effort and turns off the shower as Viggo pulls himself to his feet. Stepping out of the tub, Viggo reaches for a towel, offering it to Dom, but Dom shakes his head and grabs the towel away, dropping it on the floor. With a mischievous grin on his face, Dom pushes a dripping wet Viggo backward through the bathroom door and into the bedroom. When the backs of Viggo's knees collide with the mattress, he loses his balance and falls onto the bed, pulling Dom with him.
Dom settles himself with his knees on either side of Viggo's thighs and leans forward, trailing his tongue over a rivulet of water that runs down Viggo's collarbone. The movement traps Viggo's cock against Dom's belly, and the older man groans and thrusts upward, desperate for friction. "Dom," Viggo rasps. "Need you."
"Is that so?" Dom asks as he slides up Viggo's body and then, much to Viggo's dismay, jumps off the bed. Viggo groans in frustration.
"Dominic." His voice is rough and demanding, causing Dom to look up from one of the shiny ties he is examining. Dom feels a heat rise in the pit of his stomach at Viggo's tone, but when his eyes met Viggo's he knows he can play the game a little longer.
"What is it they say?" Dom moves back over and straddles Viggo once again, causing their cocks to brush against each other. The movement elicits a low hiss from Viggo. "That's right-- Good things come to those who wait." Dom sticks out his pretty pink tongue and licks the top of his lips for emphasis on the word 'come'.
Viggo rocks up hard against Dom, forcing him to lean forward. Dom takes the opportunity to wrap the electric blue tie he'd been holding around Viggo's eyes, tying it securely in place. "Time for a lesson in patience, my little Michelangelo," Dom teases.
Viggo tenses under Dom as the younger man pulls the ends of the tie into a firm knot, blinding him. The metallic material scratches against Viggo's closed eyelids as Dom pulls away to sit against Viggo's groin. The friction causes Viggo to buck upwards, his hands seeking purchase on Dom's hips. Dom swats his hands away and moves off the bed. Viggo props himself up on his elbows, missing the loss of Dom's weight, and turns his head against the blindfold.
"Dom?"
There is a slight edge of panic in Viggo's voice and it brings Dom's cock back to full attention.
"Now, now, Vig," he answers, "Can't have you pulling that off, can we?" Dom selects a thick beige scarf and tugs it between his hands, testing its resistance before he walks around the bed and, in one swift movement, fastens Viggo's hands to the headboard.
Dominic hums to himself as he gathers the supplies he needs and lines them up on the end table next to the bed. He can tell by Viggo's quickening breath that the older man is completely unsuspecting. Purposely clinking the bottles together, Dom grins as he watches Viggo's body tighten, his muscles constricting to accentuate his lean, hard body. A twinge of guilt passes over Dom as Viggo's erection hardens even further. I really shouldn't be teasing him this much, Dom thinks. In fact, I really shouldn't be teasing him at all. Dom knows full well how possessive Orlando is of Viggo.
But the thought of being on the receiving end of Orli's punishments just encourages him more as he dips one of Viggo's favorite brushes into a bottle of green paint. Propping himself up on the bed, Dom traces a trail up Viggo's stomach with his tongue and then blows softly across it. Viggo moans and rolls his head back as Dom paints in dark print the letters "M I N E" across his chest. The cold paint causes Viggo's nipples to harden, which pleases Dom immensely. He leans over and tongues one of them, nipping at it slightly with blunt teeth. Pulling back, Dom paints "D E S I R E" in a circle around the hard nub.
Viggo may be master painter extraordinaire, Dom thinks, but I'm king when it comes to body art. He switches brushes and, in red, slowly paints the word "DRIVESHAFT" with long strokes on Viggo's cock. Just for fun.
Viggo howls.
When Viggo arches up off the bed, the movement pushes his skin toward Dom's mouth and his back curves in a way Dom would have previously thought impossible for anyone but circus performers and yoga gurus. But despite his own aching arousal, Dom pushes back against Viggo's hips, forcing the older man flat against the bed. A wail escapes Viggo's lips at the restriction, and Dom makes a "tsk" noise.
"So impatient," Dom teases, swooping in to place a too-brief kiss on the head of Viggo's straining cock. "Someone should teach you restraint," he adds.
"It seems to me that Vig's not the only one who needs to be taught a lesson," a soft voice offers from behind Dom.
Dom twists around in his position over Viggo's crotch, causing their naked cocks to rub together for a fleeting moment. Both men groan at the friction, but Dom groans even louder when he sees the two figures standing in the door frame.
"Billy," Dom whispers.
From under him, Viggo speaks. "Orli. You're home early."
There's a queasy feeling in Dom's stomach, like the time he bought a whole bag of cotton candy and couldn't wait to eat it in one sitting because it's was so much fun and colorful and so sweet and full of sticky goodness but then halfway through the bag he realized that maybe it wasn't such a good idea and his stomach started to churn. He surveys the room through kind of a hazy cloud, almost as if he is having an out of body experience. There are clothes strewn all around, sheets smeared with paint, Viggo blindfolded and tied to the bed, both of them stark naked, oh, and Dom can't overlook his own handiwork covering Viggo's body. He cringes at the word "D R I V E S H A F T" on Viggo's cock and without thinking, begins furiously rubbing at it in an attempt to smear the paint off. When his hand suddenly becomes wet with pre-come and he hears Viggo groan, causing Orlando to shoot him a dark glare, he realizes that was *definitely* not the best course of action.
"Fellas, fellas," Dom hastily pulls his hand back and scoots away from Viggo. "Let's not jump to conclusions." How the hell do I get myself into these situations? Dom thinks. This was just supposed to be some Lost publicity and a little bonding time with Viggo and Orli. My friends! My very platonic, in-a-committed-relationship friends! But then I wake up all painted and late and...
"This is all Viggo's fault!" Dom justifies to Orlando, who has started to cross the room to the bed. Viggo's bed. Which Dom was still in. Naked. "He painted all over me while I was catching a kip!"
"Is that right?" Orlando is above him now. "Then, pray tell, Dominic, why it is that Viggo is covered in your markings and you are as spotless as Jim Carrey's ever-fuckin' mind?"
Dom feels a tremble of fear as Orlando unties Viggo's hands in one easy swoop.
Viggo quickly removes the blindfold and swallows hard as his eyes adjust to the situation. The fear in the pit of Dom's stomach suddenly rises to a wave of nausea when Viggo instantly turns to him, flips him onto his back, and pins his hands above his head.
Viggo looms menacingly over Dominic for a long moment, staring down at the small man under him until Orli silently places a hand on Viggo's shoulder. At the touch, Viggo immediately moves off the bed and stands behind Orlando, his head slightly ducked, eyes fixed on the floor.
"We've heard from the Hobbit," Orlando intones, his voice little more than a harsh whisper as he glares at Dom. "Now let's hear from the Ranger." He turns his attention toward Viggo. When the man fails to lift his eyes, Orli reaches out and grabs Viggo's chin in his hand. "Explain it to me," he spits.
Viggo stammers. Viggo stammers? Dom's mind is racing-- He'd never heard Viggo stammer in the five years he'd known the man.
"We-- I-- It-- We got carried away," Viggo manages. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Orlando hisses. Viggo winces. "I come home after a two day press junket with a fucking *surprise*," Orlando gestures in the general direction of Billy, who is still standing against the door frame, "And I get a fucking surprise of my own! And all you can say is 'sorry'?"
"I couldn't... couldn't wait," Viggo mutters.
Orlando's voice lowers further than Dom would have imagined possible as the lanky man begins to circle Viggo, tracing his fingers absently over his naked flesh. "I told you, Vigs," Orli dips a finger into a still-wet splash of paint and trails it over one of Viggo's nipples, "We take Dom *together*."
At Viggo's nod, Dom's jaw drops. 'Together?' What the fuck...?
Billy's Scottish brogue breaks the silence. "Just what in the hell is goin' on here?"
Dom's world is starting to take on a kaleidoscope effect-- Images swirling all around him. Orli, Vig, Bills, some naked, some clothed, everything dotted with pretty paints and shiny ties and silver jewelry here and there. All the combinations look just right together, if he could just find a way to make sense of the chaos. It feels like the fabric of his very being is unraveling before him and he can't quite hold it all together.
Parts of him are glad that Orlando had called off Viggo before Dom had gotten bruises on his wrists, parts of him are mad as hell that he and Billy had been shanghaied by the two of them, parts of him are just so relieved to see Billy here, and parts of him wish Billy had never seen him at all. But most of his parts are still stunned that Fantasy #287: Billy, Viggo and Orli in the Orgy to End All Orgies might very well come true. He covers himself with the sheet.
So this is what it feels like to be string cheese, pulled apart strip by strip. Mmm, cheese, Dom thinks, his mind taking a break from the scene before him. He remembers that one little escapade that involved him, Billy, a feather boa, and a can of Cheese Whiz, and how Billy had giggled more because of the noise the cheese can made than when Dom had actually tickled him with the feather boa in the...
Focus, Monaghan. Focus.
His regains his concentration when Billy walks purposefully over to Dom, kicks off his shoes, and climbs under the sheet next to him.
Dom reaches over and gives Billy's hand a little squeeze and flashes him a quick smile, but Billy doesn't smile back at him. Yet.
In unison they both look over to where Viggo and Orlando are standing at the foot of the bed. When did Orlando lose his shirt? Dom wonders. And how on earth does Viggo manage to do that thing with his tongue on Orlando's neck without losing eye contact with him? He cocks his head to the side for further study.
"Ahem." Billy clears his throat. "Well, you've brought us halfway around the world, mates. Anyone want to let us in on the game plan?"
The mischievous grin that spreads across Orlando's face is wide enough that, for a moment, Dom suspects he might have Cheshire cat DNA. His suspicion is very nearly confirmed when Orli turns his head and runs his tongue over the shell of Viggo's ear and then purrs something Dom can't hear to Vig. Viggo's eyebrows shoot up and he smiles, bites his lip and nods at Orli. Orlando leans forward and captures Viggo's lips with his own.
Dom watches, slack-jawed, as Orlando runs his hands down Viggo's back. When Orli grabs Vig's ass and pulls the naked man up against his body, pressing their groins together, Dom isn't sure if the gasp that echoes through the room is Viggo's or his own. Dom watches the faded paint on Vig's chest transfer its way onto Orli's bare one, smearing in an absurd mixture of blues and greens. Dom is transfixed-- He can't even turn his head away from the sight when he feels Billy shift closer to him.
What does turn Dom's head is the sudden movement of his own hand. He looks down, studying his fingers as if they belong to someone else, as Billy drags Dom's hand over to cover the formidable bulge in his trousers. Billy's fingers press into the back of his hand, pushing Dom's palm down against his crotch.
Billy's eyes flutter shut, his eyelashes spreading out in a dark curve that Dom is tempted to draw his tongue across. In fact, he would have drawn his tongue across them, if he could move. Instead, he finds himself being flipped over onto his back in one swift gesture and pinned to the mattress by Billy's surprising weight.
Dom feels the mattress sag next to him as a cool hand rubs its way up his chest. His brain eventually calculates that the hand belongs to Orlando. Orlando, whose lips are still glistening wet and red from making out with...
Viggo. Who, it seems, has attached his lips to Dom's other nipple (the one that Orli is *not* currently pinching) and seems unlikely to relent. Not that Dom particularly wants him to.
"Dommie," Billy sing-songs from his position, kneeling over Dom's naked crotch. He thrusts downward, dragging his fabric-covered erection against Dom. "What am I going to do with you?"
Dom opens his mouth to answer, but Vig presses a finger against his lips and speaks for him. "I believe this might come in handy," he says, offering up the thick scarf he still holds in his hands.
Dom's eyes gape as he tries to scoot up further toward the headboard. "Now, now mates. Let's not do anything rash."
Orlando reaches for the scarf and lets the end tickle across Dom's stomach as he moves closer above him.
"Seems like if it was good enough for Viggo..." Dom feels a firm hand on his shoulder as Orli guides the scarf around the back of his neck. A little rise of panic runs through him at the thought of being gagged and he looks over to Billy with pleading eyes.
Billy reaches around Orlando and tugs the end of the scarf away hard, causing Dom's head to jerk forward into Orli's paint-streaked chest. Billy regains his balance by holding tight to Orlando's slender hips and grinding his erection harder against Dom. The sensations are enough to cause all three of them to moan and Dom takes that moment to suck on a tender piece of flesh above Orli's belly button.
"I'm not sayin' my naughty Dom doesn't need a good torturin', because he most assuredly deserves one." Billy says as he continues his rocking motion. "But I can attest to the fact that we'd be doing ourselves a great disservice if we gagged that pretty, talented mouth of his."
Viggo, who'd been silently watching, stroking his own cock, sidles up behind Orlando and with expert fingers flips open the front of Orli's pants exposing him to Dom.
Viggo looks at Dom with steel eyes. "I think someone needs to pay it forward then, don't you, Dominic?"
Dom's mouth slides open without hesitation, the tip of his tongue pink and shiny as it pokes between his lips. His eyes are wide and greedy as Orlando slides up the bed, takes Billy's place straddling Dom's chest. In one quick movement, Dom tilts his head up and engulfs Orli's cock.
A chorus of gasps echo around the room as Orlando, Viggo and especially Billy are taken aback by Dom's sudden eagerness. When Orlando groans and begins to thrust into Dominic's mouth, Billy rolls off the bed with a grunt and kneels on the floor by Dom's head, his eyes fixed on Dom's mouth where Orli's cock slips rhythmically in and out.
Dom moans, the noise low and guttural as he relaxes his throat and tips his head back, allowing Orlando deeper access to his mouth. Billy's eyes open wide and he leans forward to whisper hotly in Dominic's ear.
"You little slut." Bill's voice is little more than breath across Dom's face, and the part of Dom's brain that still thinks this is a bad idea worries that maybe, just maybe, Billy isn't joking. "All open wide for that cock," Billy breathes. "Never that open for me."
Orlando grunts and a drop of sweat falls from the end of a loose curl. It lands on Dom's cheek, just under his eyelid. Orli moves his hand to wipe it away, but Viggo brushes him away and leans in, running his warm tongue over the track on Dom's face. Viggo looks up at Orli with half-lidded eyes and then leans forward, licking a trail up his chest, savoring the younger man's taste on his tongue.
When Orlando's thrusting rhythm changes, begins to get frantic, Viggo grabs him by the hips, stilling him with a look. Whimpering, Orli pulls out of Dom's mouth, his cock gleaming wet. Dom takes a deep breath, suddenly aware of how empty his mouth is and how pleasantly sore his jaw feels. But he's only able to pull in a small amount of air before Billy's mouth is on his, his tongue demanding between Dominic's lips.
Billy pulls back and stands up suddenly, leaving Dom gasping for air and moremoremore of Billy, of Orlando, of Viggo, of anything at all. Dom reaches out, grasping for flesh, but finds that, for the moment, no one is paying attention to him. Viggo is whispering something in Orlando's ear, lazily stroking the still-wet cock with the tips of his fingers. Billy is behind them, listening, his hands somewhere that Dom can't see, but the thought of what they might be doing makes him ache and thrust greedily into thin air.
The whispering finally stops and suddenly all of the attention is back on Dom. He feels like a butterfly pinned to a board, spread out naked for the entire world to see. He notices, with some regret, that Billy is still wearing his pants.
"Bills..." Dom starts, but Orlando hushes him with a finger.
"We're going to play a game," Viggo explains. "Winner gets to top you."
Dom groans, his head falling back to hit the pillow.
"I'll start," Orli grins. He leans forward until his face is mere inches from Dom's, and Dom thinks for a moment that he'll be kissed again. He parts his lips, waiting for it, until Orli swoops his head and attaches his lips to Dom's neck, sucking and nibbling at the space around his throat. Dom thrashes a bit and Viggo and Billy each grab a leg to keep him still. Finally, Orli leans away again.
"'A' is for 'Adam's apple,'" he supplies, then grins at Viggo. "Your turn."
Viggo moves in close to Dom as Orli rolls away to stand by Billy. With the sudden lack of restraints, Dom relaxes his muscles. It's only for a brief moment, though, and then Viggo's naked, hard body slithers up his own. Viggo props himself up with hands firmly planted on the mattress around Dom's head and kicks Dom's legs further apart with his knees.
He looks down at Dom with an almost gleeful fire in his eyes. A fire that shoots straight down to Dom's cock, which barely grazes against Viggo's. "My turn."
"Decisions, decisions." Viggo straightens up and trails a finger across Dom's face. "I could focus my attention here on that worried little brow of yours." Dom sucks in a little more air when he realizes that Viggo's fingers are still wet from Orlando's body.
"Or I could concentrate my efforts on these biceps of yours." He grips Dom's upper arms firmly causing Dom to flex into him and roll his hips up, searching frantically for some sort of friction.
"But no," Viggo continues unfazed. "I think I'll take pleasure in this tender area right here." In a flash, Viggo lowers his head to Dom's stomach, circling his belly button with his tongue, then blowing lightly over it, watching with great pleasure as tiny goose bumps cover Dom's skin.
Despite not knowing exactly what the rules are to this nefarious game, Dom is highly confident that coming too soon will probably lead to instant disqualification on his part. And he is nothing if not competitive, especially when it comes to 'made-up-make-your-own-rules' games. If he recalled correctly, he even had his own website to the effect: Domscrazygames.com or something like that. I doubt I'll be putting this little romp up on the website, he thinks, as Viggo's sucking intensifies.
Trying to distract himself from the Evil Tongue of Viggo, Dom turns his head to where Billy and Orlando are positioned on the opposite side of the bed. His jaw drops open slightly at the sight.
Billy is facing him, standing, hands on the bed holding himself upright. Behind him, Orlando is trailing his tongue down Billy's backbone. Looks like it's 'B''s all around, then. As Orlando's hands snake around Billy's waist, disappearing under his waistband, Billy locks eyes with Dom.
Just as Viggo finishes his turn, Dom swallows hard and whispers, "What happens if I'm the winner?"
When Billy lowers his eyes, Dom takes the opportunity to finally look away from the sight in front of him-- Orlando's hand moving languidly beneath the fabric of Bill's pants, Bill's head tipped back and resting on Orli's shoulder. The way Billy's tongue hangs slightly out of his mouth as Orlando kneads his ass with his free hand is too debauched for even Dom to watch.
Dom opens his eyes again when he hears Billy's voice just inches from his face. "Awww, Dommie," Bill says, "Don't you get it? You don't get to play."
Before Dom can even formulate an answer, Billy is hovering over him, skin against warm skin, and Hey! Pants! Dom's brain registers that, somewhere between Orlando's hand and Dom's question, Billy has lost his pants.
"Everyone's..." Dom breathes as Billy leans forward, "All... naked," he finishes.
Dom's ears register faint laughter coming from behind Billy: Orlando. Dom shakes his head, glancing around a kneeling Billy to see Orlando staring wide-eyed at him, a smile playing on his lips. Viggo is wrapped around the younger man, his fingers somewhere out of sight, but when Vig bites his lower lip and shifts forward, Orlando moans.
"C..." Billy begins. "C is for..."
Dom holds his breath.
Tilting his head to the side and frowning, Billy asks, "What's C for, Dommie?"
"You can't ask," Viggo purrs, his back pressed against Orlando. Viggo now has both hands wrapped around Orli's front and is using one to tease a nipple while Orlando sucks a finger from the other one in and out of his mouth. "That's cheating."
Dom whimpers.
"Well, then," Billy ducks his head and scoots a little further down the bed. His face hovers over the still-wet skin of Dom's belly, and he turns and breathes hot air over Dom's ever-attentive dick. "I think C stands for..."
Just when Dom believes he might explode, Billy turns and swipes at Billy's collarbone with his tongue. It's a light little touch, almost chaste (as chaste as anything four naked men could do), and Dom groans and bucks up as if Billy has just licked his cock.
"Clavicle!" Billy finishes with a grin, climbing off the bed.
"Cocktease," Dom mutters under his breath.
Billy leans in and tweaks one of Dom's nipples. "Behave," he admonishes before turning back to the men behind him. "Orli! You're up!"
Orlando takes a swig of an open bottle of whiskey and sets it back down on the nightstand before approaching Dom.
Oh, goody. Orlando and alcohol. That always ends well. Dom watches as Orlando takes his turn kneeling over him on the bed, mesmerized by the methodical stroking Orlando is doing to himself.
"D is for..." Orlando gives himself a firm tug before being interrupted by Viggo.
"Orli," Vig protests, "The purpose of this little exercise is to use and abuse a Dom body part. Not your own."
Orlando licks his lips and flashes Vig one of his million dollar smiles. "I'm going for a double letter score on this one."
Although he doesn't exactly know why, Dom can't help but smile, which makes it that much easier for Orlando to trace the outline of Dom's dimples with the tip of his dick. He smiles a little more when he hears Viggo let out a small moan, followed by a little yelp from Billy.
"We aren't playing Scrabble here, mate." Billy's voice sounds a little off kilter, which just makes Dom that much more excited. "There's only the one way to score."
"Ah Bills, just look at these cute dimples," Orlando reasons. "Just makes me want to touch them from the inside out."
With one quick motion, Dom's mouth is full of Orlando for the second time that evening. Dom lets his tongue swirl around as Orlando swishes from side to side rubbing against his inner cheeks. If he isn't allowed to win, he is surely going to enjoy being the center of...
*Pop!* And then Orlando is hopping off the bed, singing the ABC song to Viggo. "A, B, C, D, E... Is all yours, Vig."
Damn. Dom didn't even realize he was still griping tightly to the sheets. It is going to be a very long day. And I'm never going to be able to hear that alphabet song again.
As soon as Orli bounces off the bed, Viggo takes his place, spreading himself over Dom and pressing the younger man down into the mattress. Viggo's cock hangs low between Dom's thighs, brushing up against him when Viggo shifts slightly. He brings his hand up to Dom's face and draws two fingertips gently over his eyelids, closing them.
"E could be for eyelids," Viggo whispers, his breath tickling Dom's eyelashes when he leans in to kiss each lid. Dom whimpers at the feel of Viggo's stubble against his cheek and the shifting weight between his legs.
But the weight is gone when Viggo rolls to his side, curling up against Dom, who is still flat on his back. Vig runs rough fingertips from Dom's shoulder down his bicep, stopping to pinch gently at the looser skin around his elbow.
"Or it could be for elbow," Viggo continues, lifting Dom's arm to his face and running his tongue along the soft white skin on the inside of his arm. The skin is lighter there than on the rest of his arm and there's a tang of salt and sweat that causes Viggo to whimper and wrap a leg around Dom's.
Neither man moves when Vig places Dom's arm gently back down at his side.
"But I think E is for ear," Viggo rasps, leaning forward and snaring Dom's earlobe between his teeth. The sudden movement grinds Viggo's erection against Dom's hip and Dom whimpers, a plaintive mewling sound in the back of his throat. Viggo traces his tongue up the shell of Dom's ear, nibbling at the sensitive skin until Dominic opens his mouth and actually moans.
The noise only seems to spur Viggo onward and he grinds his dick into Dom's leg as he breathes heavily into Dom's ear, thrusting his tongue against the soft pink flesh. Dom pants and thrusts his hips upward, searching for resistance, for release, for anything, but Viggo's leg is pinning him down against the mattress, denying him. Viggo's thrusts grow faster and he grunts against the side of Dom's face.
And then the weight is gone. Dom lifts his head in confusion, scanning the room, and finds that Orlando has pulled Viggo off the bed and is standing, kissing him furiously, their naked bodies thrusting against each other in some kind of obscene display.
Billy isn't watching them. His eyes are fixed on Dom.
Dom drags his gaze away from the others and turns to find Billy staring at him hard. His throat tightens a little as he remembers how Billy's turn went earlier. This new and improved, intense Billy is slightly unnerving. Subconsciously, he reaches his hand out toward him and offers him a half-smile.
"That, Viggo. Always does seem to make the most of his letter, eh?"
Wordlessly, Billy picks up the hand Dom has offered and pulls him into a sitting position. Dom studies Billy's face, trying to suss out exactly what is happening, but Billy's expression remains emotionless.
"I'm trying to be good. Behave, you know." Dom's voice falters. He's at a loss here. On the one hand, he loves games. Loves playing them, loves making them up, loves breaking the rules, loves winning and losing. But on the other hand, what he has with Billy, what they've both just started admitting to, that's not a game to him. Not something he's willing to lose at. "Bills, I..."
"You having fun, Dommie?" Billy interrupts him. Dom notices for the first time that Billy is still holding his hand, his fingers tracing patterns lightly on his skin, which reassures him more than words could.
"I kinda feel like I'm caught in a wacky round of Musical Chairs Gone Wild and I'm the only recliner left at a La-Z-Boy Convention." Dom watches as a grin spreads over Billy's face.
"That is the worst analogy ever, my friend," Billy says as he proceeds to wrap both his legs around Dom's waist and lowers himself onto Dom's lap.
Dom groans as flesh connects with flesh all around him. "Maybe so. But I still feel like a chair."
"Then I guess I would be the one sitting in the hot seat," Billy teases. This time, Dom's groans have nothing to do with the fact that Billy has begun to stroke him slowly.
Dom grins up into Billy's smile, their faces just inches apart. "I can't believe you just said that," he says with a shake of his head. "So, we're okay then, you and me?" he asks, his voice a little softer.
Billy replies by lifting Dom's hand up and placing one of Dom's long fingers into his mouth. Dom closes his eyes.
Billy slowly licks around Dom's first finger and then releases it from his mouth. "F is for..."
He sucks Dom's middle finger into his mouth, circling Dom's silver ring with his tongue, then, using his teeth, slides the ring off of Dom's finger. "Fingers," he finishes.
Dom holds his breath as Billy takes his third finger into his warm, sweet mouth. "I was really hoping it would be," he breathes out.
They sit there like that for a few minutes, Dom's body a sweet mixture of relaxation and humming tension as Billy's mouth works his fingers and his hand strokes Dom's cock.
When Dom feels his pinky finger slip away from Billy's mouth and the weight shift off of him as Billy begins to move away, he can't help but hold onto Billy's hips to still him.
"Think those two would care if we had a little bit longer?" Dom asks. Both sets of eyes travel to the forgotten Orlando and Viggo.
Viggo has Orlando pressed up against the wall, one hand holding both of Orlando's wrists firmly above his head. His head is buried in Orlando's neck and Orlando, whose head is thrown back, has his eyes closed. His lips are wordlessly moving, as if in silent prayer.
Billy smirks. "I doubt they'd mind a terrible lot."
Then, before Dom really has time to register exactly how it happens, his own still-wet fingers are firmly planted inside Billy's warm tightness. As Billy begins to pump himself up and down on Dom's two fingers, he looks down at Dom's shocked expression.
"Just making the most of my letter," he pants as he continues to stroke Dom's erection harder with his hand. Dom flexes his fingers, trying to hit Billy on just the right spot and, for an instant, the only sounds in the room are ones of pleasure coming from all around in surround sound.
When something cold and smooth rubs up against the tip of Dom's cock, he loses all reason and comes hard and fast. It's not like I'm winning this game anyway. And when did Billy put my ring on his thumb? Cheater.
Almost as soon as Orlando pulls Viggo away from Dom, the older man has reversed their positions and pinned Orlando up against the wall, forcing his knee between Orli's thighs. Orlando grunts and the noise causes Vig to grind harder against him.
"So fucking hot, you are, with your cock in Dom's mouth. He wanted it," Viggo murmurs, "Dom wanted you. Would have let you come all over him." He leans down and presses his mouth against Orlando's, thrusting his tongue savagely inside as their teeth click against each other.
But Orlando wants the upper hand, needs to have it after what he walked in on earlier-- Viggo, *his* Viggo, trussed up and marked like someone else's property. He shifts and turns, pulling away and ducking under Viggo's arm until he's reversed their positions.
"But he's already come all over you," Orlando hisses. "I can smell it. I can taste it." He raises a finger and traces through the word "mine" still visible on Viggo's chest, then leans in and snares one of his nipples with his teeth.
"You wanted this," Viggo protests with a grunt, twisting Orlando's arm behind him and using it as leverage to flip them again. He moves his face up to Orlando's until he's less than an inch away and Orlando can feel Viggo's breath against his lips. "You wanted them." Viggo nods his head back at Billy and Dom on the bed and Orlando's gaze loses focus as he watches them momentarily. But Viggo takes Orli's chin in his hand and pulls his attention back. "You wanted them."
"Together," Orlando protests, but his voice grows weak when Viggo presses his palm against Orli's aching erection. "God, Viggo," Orli gasps, leaning his head down to trace a wet trail along Viggo's throat with his tongue. The taste of paint is still faintly present, mixing with cool, salty sweat and just the slightest hint of smoke. The taste of Viggo is familiar and hot all at once, five years together not nearly enough time to learn all of the nuances.
Orli's lips make a popping noise when Viggo pulls his head away. Before Orlando can say anything, Viggo grabs both of Orli's wandering hands in the firm grip of one of his own. He raises Orlando's hands over his head, flattening his arms against the wall. The pose causes Orli's back to arch and Viggo dips his head down, moving his mouth wetly across a dusky nipple. Orlando tilts his head back to rest it against the wall with a dull thud, and his lips part, his breath coming in short bursts.
"ViggoViggoViggo," he whispers, low enough for only Viggo to hear. Vig licks a trail from Orlando's breastbone all the way up to the warm skin just below his ear, and Orlando mewls.
Then Viggo's breath is hot against his ear, his hand closing around Orli's cock. "Orlando." The name rolls off Viggo's tongue, hot and wet and lush, and Vig pulls once on Orlando's cock as the younger man thrusts his hips forward.
Viggo bites softly into the flesh where Orlando's neck meets his shoulder and then laps at the mark with the flat of his tongue.
"Fuck," Orli mutters, pumping his hips forward into the ring of Viggo's fingers. "Fuck, Vig, more..." he trails off when Viggo tightens his fingers around Orlando's cock.
Viggo finally releases Orli's hands and he immediately moves them down to steady himself against Vig's waist. When Vig uses his newly freed hand to pinch and roll one of Orlando's nipples between his fingers, Orli thrusts forward with a heady groan, spilling all over Viggo's palm. Viggo holds Orlando's gaze as he licks his own hand clean, suckling the warm, salty taste of Orlando off his own fingers.
Someone on the bed clears his throat.
"So, fingers all around, eh?" Billy observes.
Viggo turns his attention to the boys on the bed.
Billy has moved over and is cradling Dom's head in his lap while Dom lazily strokes Billy's cock with one hand.
Silently, Viggo walks toward them and promptly straddles Dom.
"Give me a taste," he says to Billy. Billy obliges and lets Viggo suck on one of his Dom-coated fingers. Viggo returns the favor by offering him one of his own fingers.
Billy almost purrs at the salty, tangy taste that floods his mouth. The perfect mixture of Orlando and Viggo.
Dom doesn't think he's ever seen anything sexier in his life than the site unfolding above him. Totally tops that one night when we all witnessed the snogfest between Liv and Miranda.
He doesn't even realize he is drooling a little until he feels Orlando's tongue swipe against his lips.
"Is it my turn?" Orlando asks as he bonelessly settles against Dom, propping up his head near Viggo and letting his fingers trace along Viggo's spine. "And what letter are we on?"
Viggo gives Billy's fingers a final suck. "We're on 'G'," he answers, letting his fingers fall from Billy's lips. Two sets of disappointed groans are heard in unison and Viggo can't help but smile at the hobbits.
"But I believe you've disqualified yourself, young Orlando." He reaches over and runs his fingers through Orlando's soft curls. God, Orlando is so gorgeous. Especially in the afterglow, the flush on his cheeks still warm, his eyes still slightly glazed over.
"Which means it's my turn again." Viggo looks over at the three of them. "And since we've all finally made it to the bed, I think 'G' should be an all-play."
"What does 'G' stand for?" Dom murmurs, eyes sparkling.
Viggo answers by placing his hand on Dom's balls, rolling them back and forth. Dom's eyes roll upward and he locks them with Billy's for a brief second. Billy silently nods his head.
"'G' is for groin, Dominic." Viggo continues massaging Dom with one hand, willing himself not to come. "And since I really want to top you tonight, all I need to do right now is figure out how to eliminate my competition."
Viggo tightens his grip slightly, causing Dom to increase his stroking of Billy's cock. Making sure he isn't left out, Orlando places kisses up and down Viggo's length, which only increases the chain reaction. Viggo fights hard against the urge to come.
Billy stills Dom hand.
"Tell you what, Viggo, buddy." Billy says with just a touch of ice still left in his voice. "I'll concede and let you top Dom on one condition."
Three pairs of eyes turn to Billy, but Billy's sight is fixed on Viggo.
"What condition would that be, William?" Viggo asks, knowing nothing now would be getting in his way of the young, sweetness that was Dominic Monaghan.
"You let me top Orlando."
As a sudden surge of jealousy goes through him, Viggo grips tighter to Dom's slender hips, leaving fingerprint bruises in his wake.
Dom yowls and struggles against Viggo's tightening grip, but Viggo pulls him closer and wraps an arm around his waist. With his eyes fixed on Orli, Viggo nods. "Deal."
"Hey!" Dom protests. "Don't I get a say in this?"
Billy tilts his head and smirks at Dom. "No."
Dom opens and closes his mouth, doing his best impression of a fish, but no words form. Before he can process what is happening, Viggo is situating himself against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him. Billy shifts toward him and gently turns Dom around so he is facing the end of the bed, between Viggo's legs but facing away from him.
"My Dommie," Billy whispers in his ear, arranging Dom's legs so that the younger man is straddling Viggo's thighs. Dom feels Viggo's cock press against him, the damp head rubbing between his cheeks, and Dom's half-hard dick leaps to attention.
"Ah, the spoils of youth," Viggo chuckles, reaching around to fist Dom's erection.
Dominic moans under Viggo's touch, and Orlando leans down and captures his parted lips, slipping his warm tongue into Dom's mouth. The sensations run together, Orli's lips on his, Viggo's hand warm and firm on his cock, and Dom is so focused on them that he barely registers Billy sliding him backward until the head of Viggo's cock is bumping against his ass. He pulls his head away from Orlando, not wanting to bite down on his tongue as Billy eases Viggo inside Dom. Somehow, thanks to Billy, Dom suspects, Viggo's cock has been generously lubed, and after the initial resistance, it slides in.
"Oh," someone moans and, for the second time, Dom isn't entirely certain who has spoken. Vig's hands scramble for purchase on his hips as Dominic slides down until he feels the older man's balls rub against his ass.
Lost in the sensation, Dom closes his eyes and grinds backward, steadying himself on his hands. But when his cock is engulfed in a wet warmth, Dom's eyelids flutter open and he looks down to see Orlando's tangled mop of curls bobbing up and down. Orli is down on all fours with his head nestled in Dom's lap, his ass wiggling in the air. Dom's eyes threaten to close again, but Billy's breath hot in his ear stops them.
"Watch," Billy insists. He walks to the end of the bed and climbs up, kneeling near the foot. Billy runs his hands over the smooth skin of Orlando's back, tracing the faded pink scar over his spine. Orli moans and the vibration shoots through Dom's dick, causing him to thrust down hard onto Viggo, who grunts and moves his hands away from Dom's hips to grab at Orlando's hair. Billy leans forward and traces two fingers over Dom's lips and the younger man understands and immediately opens his mouth. Billy moves one finger inside and Dominic coats it thoroughly, as well as the second and third fingers that Billy offers. Then, with a pop, the fingers are gone and Billy's hand disappears behind Orlando.
Dom feels it the second Billy's fingers enter Orlando, because he bears down on Dom's cock and sucks fiercely. The unexpected sensation causes Dom to yelp and lean backward, changing the angle of Viggo's thrusts so that he's barely rubbing against Dom's prostate. When Billy adds another finger, and then another, Orlando moves his mouth off Dom's cock and down to his balls, licking and sucking and rolling them between his lips. Billy looks straight into Dom's eyes when he slides his fingers out of Orli, who groans at the loss. But before he can raise his head, Billy is pushing inside Orlando's ass with one slow, torturous stroke. Orlando pushes back against him, urging Billy deeper, and the Scot takes the hint and slams forward, pushing Orlando's head into Dom's belly.
When Billy's thrusts establish a slow, grinding rhythm, Orli dips his head back down and takes Dom's cock in his mouth again. Billy never takes his eyes off Dom, who is vaguely aware that Billy is fucking him through Orlando. And, he realizes, vice versa.
Gasping, Dom manages to pant out, "So... How is the winner determined?"
"Always so concerned with the winning," Billy answers. "I think you'd be better off, Dommie, just enjoying the game."
Billy snakes a hand around Orlando and begins pumping his cock. Orlando groans with relief at the contact and the vibrations course through Dom and, in turn, Viggo.
"You should see the view I have, Dom," Billy continues. "Orlando has the smoothest ass." Dom watches, mesmerized, as Billy slows pulls almost all the way out and then pushes back in.
Billy's dick is long and slick with Dom's saliva and Dom's cock grows harder as he realizes that he is having a part in the pleasure Orlando is receiving. We're like the Doublemint Twins, he thinks. Billy and Dom, double your pleasure, double your fun.
Billy's low voice shakes him out of his internal not-suitable-for-children commercial.
"They fancy you, you know." Billy continues his steady rhythm, his hand movements increasing slightly around Orlando's cock.
"Dirty buggers," Dom grins as he fucks back against Viggo, loving the sensations that are coursing through him. It's as if he's part of an electrical current between the two of them.
"You should see Viggo's face, Dommie. So intense, I've never seen eyes that shade before." Dom feels Viggo's grip tighten around his cock as he pushes harder into him.
Viggo licks a wet trail up the side of Dom's neck before whispering huskily in his ear. "So tight, Dominic. So fucking tight."
Orlando's sucking intensifies. Dom swallows hard.
"But, Dom, you're the prettiest sight of all," Billy continues. "Hair all messy and sexed up, lips full and pouty, a tinge of smeared mascara around your eyes, pretty boys surrounding you, pleasuring you from both sides. Wish I had a Polaroid for the fridge."
Billy reaches down for Dom's free hand and steadies him as Dom re-centers himself. Dom's sudden swaying motion causes Viggo to lean in harder and Orlando to take just a little bit more of him. Dom can tell by Orli's erratic breathing that he's getting close.
"So fucking tight, he is." Dom hears Viggo's voice again, feels it against his skin, but he realizes he isn't speaking directly to him anymore. His voice is low and muffled.
"So beautiful you are." Viggo twists slightly, eliciting a moan from Dom. "Fucking beautiful, Orlando. With both of them in you."
Dom's vision becomes slightly out of focus and he grips Billy's hand harder.
Billy smiles at him. "Pretty fun game, eh?"
"Can you hear, Viggo?" Dom whispers. The two of them are silent for a moment and the room is filled with heavy breathing and Viggo's rich unintelligible voice.
"I think he's switched to Elvish," Billy answers. Orlando's cock twitches and tightens in Billy's hand.
Viggo gives Dom one long hard thrust and says something that neither he nor Billy can understand and then Orlando is spilling hard and fast into Billy's hand.
Viggo keeps his hand firmly planted on Orlando's head, causing him to suck harder and faster around Dom until Dom has to fight to remember how to breathe.
He notices that Billy's rhythm has turned fast and frantic, too.
"Come with me, Dommie," Billy instructs as his fingers tighten around Dom's. Within seconds Orlando is filled completely by the two of them.
Viggo latches on tightly to Dom's neck, marking him good and proper, then releases him with a loud growl. As Dom's body quivers around Viggo's intense orgasm, he hears him say, "I win."
Viggo's skull hits the headboard with a soft thump as he leans back with his eyes closed. Dom shifts forward and bumps into Orlando's head, which has come to rest on one of Viggo's thighs.
"Um, Bill?" Dom glances up at Billy, then down at Orli. "I'm kinda... stuck."
With a gentle smile, Billy pulls his softening flesh out of Orlando, then slowly eases him onto his side. Orlando nuzzles down between Viggo's legs and sighs gently. The shift in positions allows Dom just enough room to pull away from Viggo, and both men grunt in unison at the loss. Billy holds out his hand to Dom again and when Dominic takes it, Bill pulls him to the foot of the bed. Orli seizes the opportunity to wrap his naked form around Viggo as if he's trying to crawl into Vig's skin and fall asleep there.
With a wink to Dom, Billy is off the bed and searching through a discarded pile of clothes. When he finds what he's looking for, he wordlessly hands the tie to Dom, who understands immediately.
It's easy to take advantage of Viggo's relaxation and, before the older man can even think to protest, Dom has his hands tied firmly to the bed. When he finishes the knots, Dom looks over at Billy, who has procured the long, knit scarf and used it to fasten Orlando's hands together. He hands the end of the scarf to Dom, who attaches it to the headboard next to Viggo's tie.
Both bound men become aware of the situation at the same time, and Orlando struggles against the scarf, but only manages to pull the knot tighter. Viggo jerks forward once and looks up at Billy. A slow awareness dawns over his face.
"You tricked us," he accuses.
"Damn right," Billy answers with a wicked grin.
Dom flashes a smile of his own as he climbs over Viggo to retrieve the forgotten bottles of paint. Handing one to Billy, he dips his finger into the bottle of blue and paints a small "A" on Orlando's Adam's apple.
"You painted me, you bastard," Dom begins. "You knew I had a photo shoot today and you fucking painted me. And then you let me sleep late! Not enough time for a shower, I run to the studio and what do they say? 'We LOVE it! Keep it!'"
"So he has to be photographed wearing *you*," Billy butts in, painting a green "B" on Viggo's bellybutton.
Orlando opens his mouth, but Billy silences him with a look.
"So, after the photo shoot, I called Bill."
"You knew," Viggo interjects. "You knew!"
"Surprise!" Billy chimes in. Orlando makes a desperate attempt to hide his face in Viggo's thigh as Dom paints a "C" on Orli's collarbone.
"You planned this," comes Orlando's muffled protest.
"No more than you two wankers," Dom answers. "You really thought I'd just let you crawl into the shower with me when I've got Billy to answer to?"
Viggo scoffs. "Why not?"
Billy and Dom exchange a look as Billy fingers the dimple in Viggo's chin and then paints a "D" on it.
"You're not *that* beautiful," Billy answers with a chuckle.
Orlando giggles at Billy's comment, then draws in a gasp when Dom traces a blue finger across the shell of his ear. "E," Dom mutters.
"So... You forgive us?" Viggo asks.
Billy takes a moment to consider that. "What do you think, Dommie? Do we forgive them?"
Dom feigns deep thought. "I don't know, Bills. Taking advantage of me, inviting you here under false pretenses, luring us into bed..." he trails off as Billy dots the tip of each of Viggo's fingers with green.
"I think there should be atonement," Billy offers.
"Oh, yes," Dominic agrees. "Lots and lots of atonement." He reaches down and paints a large "G" on Orlando's balls. Orli yelps at the contact and rubs against Viggo in a vain attempt to avoid Dom's hand. "In fact," Dom continues, "I'm not entirely certain the game is over yet. What's the next letter, Billy?"
With a glint in his eye, Billy drops the bottle of paint to the floor.
Authors:
mgal and catatonic1242Pairings: Dom/Viggo/Orli/Billy (and every combination thereof)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction, n-- An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented.
Summary: Alphabet abuse.
A/N: So,
mgal and I were having an innocent conversation in her LJ when all of the sudden the topic turned to this picture:And the following conversation resulted:
catatonic1242: It looks kinda like Viggo painted on Dom's belly while Dom was asleep in their bed, and then Dom woke up late and had to go to a photoshoot but didn't have time to shower beforehand, so he had to go to the shoot with evidence of Viggo all over him.mgal: You know it's all streaky like that because Viggo fell asleep with his arm wrapped around Dom's stomach and their body heat made the paint run in places, leaving both of them sticky and colorfully messy in the morning. And Viggo is in *so* much trouble when Dom returns from his photoshoot.You can guess what happened after that...
*****
The faint sound of a bird cawing somewhere in the distance rouses Dom from a deep, satisfying sleep. He lingers on the edge of consciousness for several moments, relaxing into the cool sheets and the soft, warm pillow under his head. He's just starting to slip back to sleep when a thought strikes him, clear as a bell.
"Photo shoot!"
With a small cry, Dom bolts upright in the bed. Panicked, he searches the room for a clock but, of course, finds none.
"Damn it, Viggo, why can't you live like a normal human being?" he mutters, throwing back the covers. Dom slides out of the bed and makes a grab for his pants, but as he bends down, he realizes that the skin on his belly feels cold, dry and tight. Without looking, Dom reaches a hand down to touch his stomach, then pulls away immediately when he feels the scaly texture.
Aghast, Dominic dashes into the bathroom, where he flips on the lights and blinks rapidly against the brightness. When his eyes adjust, he realizes exactly what's happened.
"VIGGO!"
Dom turns around to find Viggo standing in the doorway, one hand lazily tucked into the pocket of his blue jeans, the other resting against the doorframe. "Dominic," Viggo answers nonchalantly.
"You... Fucking... Painted... Me!" Dom bellows.
"True," Viggo agrees.
"You right bastard." Dom throws a glare over his shoulder, then hurries to the bathtub. Before he can twist the hot water knob, however, Viggo clears his throat.
"It's 10:25," Viggo comments.
Dom pales. "FUCK! Why the hell didn't you wake me up? I have to be across town in five minutes!" He darts past Viggo and back into the bedroom, where he rummages through a discarded pile of clothes until he finds a shirt that could possibly pass as clean.
"I'm not your mother, Dominic," Viggo answers coolly.
"I'll get you for this," Dom mutters as he shoves past Viggo and runs out of the house.
*****
The first thing Dom does when he returns to Viggo’s place is head straight for the shower. He doesn’t stop off at the kitchen to fix himself a little snack, doesn’t stop to check his e-mail, and he definitely doesn’t stop to say hello to Viggo. He leaves his trousers and shirt in the middle of the bathroom floor and slides under the warm spray.
His mind is going in a million directions at once. Surprisingly, the photo shoot had been a big success, despite the fact the he had arrived half an hour late. Viggo is completely to blame for that, he thinks. Begrudgingly, he also has to admit to himself that he has Viggo to thank for the rousing hit he was at the photoshoot, too. Viggo. Always the artist, always the rebel, always the bloody king of the people. It infuriated Dom to no end. For once, it would be nice to get the better of him.
Caught up in his thoughts, Dom barely has time to register that another presence is in the bathroom. He smiles to himself as he hears Viggo silently undressing.
So, Vig assumes he can just easily make this up to me, does he? Dom thinks. Maybe it’s time I show him that I can give as good as I get. He lets out a low sigh, contemplating his next move. It's no surprise that when he looks down he finds that he's already semi-hard.
Viggo quietly pulls back the shower curtain and watches Dom for a brief moment before joining him. Dom is facing the front of the shower, letting the warm water run down the back of his head and neck and onto his shoulders. He looks completely lost in thought. Time to make up, Viggo thinks.
Just as Viggo slyly joins him in the shower, Dom effortlessly reaches for the spray nozzle, spins around and brings Viggo to his knees with a blast of hot water. Before Viggo realizes it, Dom has a strong hold on his neck muscles and whispers to him, "Let's see what kind of game you'd like to play with me now, Viggo. Now that I'm fully awake."
"I'm not playing games," Viggo answers when the shock of the hot spray finally subsides. He looks up at Dom, who is glaring at him intensely, a strange kind of fire burning in his eyes. The drain in the tub is sluggish and the water, dark purple with paint, pools around Viggo's knees. Still holding Dom's gaze, Viggo leans forward and takes Dom's length into his mouth in one swift movement, leaving the younger man gasping and clutching frantically at Viggo's hair.
Dom swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. Threading his fingers through Viggo's damp hair, he loosens his grip and then, without warning, yanks back hard. Dom smiles slightly as Viggo stifles a small gasp and winces at the sharp pain. Today they were gonna play on his terms-- after all, he wasn't named Dom for nothing.
Dominic looks down to find Viggo staring up at him with pleading eyes. The paint that had covered him is running off and staining Viggo's chest and thighs with brilliant hues of scarlet and blue. Seeing such a beautiful sight, Dom can't help but stroke a hand softly across Viggo's cheek-- first one side and then the other, his fingers ghosting across Viggo's lips. As Viggo closes his eyes, Dom holds on tightly to both sides of his face and thrusts back into that deliciously warm mouth.
Viggo grunts as Dom pushes his length between Viggo's lips, but the noise only spurs Dom on. Dom has a tight grip on his head, fingers digging into the sides of his face, and Viggo knows he'll probably have bruises that are going to be hard to explain tomorrow. For the moment, however, the only thing that matters is the younger man above him, all around him. Dom surrounds Viggo, his smell, his taste, the small whimpering noises he makes with each thrust, and Viggo is powerless to move his head even if he'd wanted to.
But he can move his hands, and he trails them up the back of Dom's thighs, scratching his torn fingernails through the light scattering of hair there. Dom moans and shifts forward, angling himself to allow Viggo to take more of him, and the movement causes Viggo to briefly lose his balance. He catches himself with his hands on Dom's ass, his fingers splayed across the firm skin. Viggo gives a tentative squeeze and Dom mewls and closes his eyes.
Dom can feel his body humming, tightening up, so close to his release. After a few longer thrusts he comes, clutching Viggo's head tightly against his body. As luck would have it, at that exact moment a cold spray of water covers them both. They stay there entwined together momentarily, Dom trying to calm his body while Viggo's agile fingers continue to knead his flesh. Even though he is freezing cold, Dom is captivated by the image of Viggo kneeling before him, covered in fading paints, come, and dripping water, his cock rigid and erect against his stomach. He's like a beautiful painting that should be hung in every museum, Dom thinks. Well, every museum, that is, except for those that cater to children, or senior citizens. Or any religious sects. Viggo's slight shivers bring Dom back to reality. "Viggo. Bed. Now," he commands.
Viggo nods, the stubble on his cheek scratching lightly over Dom's thigh. Dom reaches forward with some effort and turns off the shower as Viggo pulls himself to his feet. Stepping out of the tub, Viggo reaches for a towel, offering it to Dom, but Dom shakes his head and grabs the towel away, dropping it on the floor. With a mischievous grin on his face, Dom pushes a dripping wet Viggo backward through the bathroom door and into the bedroom. When the backs of Viggo's knees collide with the mattress, he loses his balance and falls onto the bed, pulling Dom with him.
Dom settles himself with his knees on either side of Viggo's thighs and leans forward, trailing his tongue over a rivulet of water that runs down Viggo's collarbone. The movement traps Viggo's cock against Dom's belly, and the older man groans and thrusts upward, desperate for friction. "Dom," Viggo rasps. "Need you."
"Is that so?" Dom asks as he slides up Viggo's body and then, much to Viggo's dismay, jumps off the bed. Viggo groans in frustration.
"Dominic." His voice is rough and demanding, causing Dom to look up from one of the shiny ties he is examining. Dom feels a heat rise in the pit of his stomach at Viggo's tone, but when his eyes met Viggo's he knows he can play the game a little longer.
"What is it they say?" Dom moves back over and straddles Viggo once again, causing their cocks to brush against each other. The movement elicits a low hiss from Viggo. "That's right-- Good things come to those who wait." Dom sticks out his pretty pink tongue and licks the top of his lips for emphasis on the word 'come'.
Viggo rocks up hard against Dom, forcing him to lean forward. Dom takes the opportunity to wrap the electric blue tie he'd been holding around Viggo's eyes, tying it securely in place. "Time for a lesson in patience, my little Michelangelo," Dom teases.
Viggo tenses under Dom as the younger man pulls the ends of the tie into a firm knot, blinding him. The metallic material scratches against Viggo's closed eyelids as Dom pulls away to sit against Viggo's groin. The friction causes Viggo to buck upwards, his hands seeking purchase on Dom's hips. Dom swats his hands away and moves off the bed. Viggo props himself up on his elbows, missing the loss of Dom's weight, and turns his head against the blindfold.
"Dom?"
There is a slight edge of panic in Viggo's voice and it brings Dom's cock back to full attention.
"Now, now, Vig," he answers, "Can't have you pulling that off, can we?" Dom selects a thick beige scarf and tugs it between his hands, testing its resistance before he walks around the bed and, in one swift movement, fastens Viggo's hands to the headboard.
Dominic hums to himself as he gathers the supplies he needs and lines them up on the end table next to the bed. He can tell by Viggo's quickening breath that the older man is completely unsuspecting. Purposely clinking the bottles together, Dom grins as he watches Viggo's body tighten, his muscles constricting to accentuate his lean, hard body. A twinge of guilt passes over Dom as Viggo's erection hardens even further. I really shouldn't be teasing him this much, Dom thinks. In fact, I really shouldn't be teasing him at all. Dom knows full well how possessive Orlando is of Viggo.
But the thought of being on the receiving end of Orli's punishments just encourages him more as he dips one of Viggo's favorite brushes into a bottle of green paint. Propping himself up on the bed, Dom traces a trail up Viggo's stomach with his tongue and then blows softly across it. Viggo moans and rolls his head back as Dom paints in dark print the letters "M I N E" across his chest. The cold paint causes Viggo's nipples to harden, which pleases Dom immensely. He leans over and tongues one of them, nipping at it slightly with blunt teeth. Pulling back, Dom paints "D E S I R E" in a circle around the hard nub.
Viggo may be master painter extraordinaire, Dom thinks, but I'm king when it comes to body art. He switches brushes and, in red, slowly paints the word "DRIVESHAFT" with long strokes on Viggo's cock. Just for fun.
Viggo howls.
When Viggo arches up off the bed, the movement pushes his skin toward Dom's mouth and his back curves in a way Dom would have previously thought impossible for anyone but circus performers and yoga gurus. But despite his own aching arousal, Dom pushes back against Viggo's hips, forcing the older man flat against the bed. A wail escapes Viggo's lips at the restriction, and Dom makes a "tsk" noise.
"So impatient," Dom teases, swooping in to place a too-brief kiss on the head of Viggo's straining cock. "Someone should teach you restraint," he adds.
"It seems to me that Vig's not the only one who needs to be taught a lesson," a soft voice offers from behind Dom.
Dom twists around in his position over Viggo's crotch, causing their naked cocks to rub together for a fleeting moment. Both men groan at the friction, but Dom groans even louder when he sees the two figures standing in the door frame.
"Billy," Dom whispers.
From under him, Viggo speaks. "Orli. You're home early."
There's a queasy feeling in Dom's stomach, like the time he bought a whole bag of cotton candy and couldn't wait to eat it in one sitting because it's was so much fun and colorful and so sweet and full of sticky goodness but then halfway through the bag he realized that maybe it wasn't such a good idea and his stomach started to churn. He surveys the room through kind of a hazy cloud, almost as if he is having an out of body experience. There are clothes strewn all around, sheets smeared with paint, Viggo blindfolded and tied to the bed, both of them stark naked, oh, and Dom can't overlook his own handiwork covering Viggo's body. He cringes at the word "D R I V E S H A F T" on Viggo's cock and without thinking, begins furiously rubbing at it in an attempt to smear the paint off. When his hand suddenly becomes wet with pre-come and he hears Viggo groan, causing Orlando to shoot him a dark glare, he realizes that was *definitely* not the best course of action.
"Fellas, fellas," Dom hastily pulls his hand back and scoots away from Viggo. "Let's not jump to conclusions." How the hell do I get myself into these situations? Dom thinks. This was just supposed to be some Lost publicity and a little bonding time with Viggo and Orli. My friends! My very platonic, in-a-committed-relationship friends! But then I wake up all painted and late and...
"This is all Viggo's fault!" Dom justifies to Orlando, who has started to cross the room to the bed. Viggo's bed. Which Dom was still in. Naked. "He painted all over me while I was catching a kip!"
"Is that right?" Orlando is above him now. "Then, pray tell, Dominic, why it is that Viggo is covered in your markings and you are as spotless as Jim Carrey's ever-fuckin' mind?"
Dom feels a tremble of fear as Orlando unties Viggo's hands in one easy swoop.
Viggo quickly removes the blindfold and swallows hard as his eyes adjust to the situation. The fear in the pit of Dom's stomach suddenly rises to a wave of nausea when Viggo instantly turns to him, flips him onto his back, and pins his hands above his head.
Viggo looms menacingly over Dominic for a long moment, staring down at the small man under him until Orli silently places a hand on Viggo's shoulder. At the touch, Viggo immediately moves off the bed and stands behind Orlando, his head slightly ducked, eyes fixed on the floor.
"We've heard from the Hobbit," Orlando intones, his voice little more than a harsh whisper as he glares at Dom. "Now let's hear from the Ranger." He turns his attention toward Viggo. When the man fails to lift his eyes, Orli reaches out and grabs Viggo's chin in his hand. "Explain it to me," he spits.
Viggo stammers. Viggo stammers? Dom's mind is racing-- He'd never heard Viggo stammer in the five years he'd known the man.
"We-- I-- It-- We got carried away," Viggo manages. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Orlando hisses. Viggo winces. "I come home after a two day press junket with a fucking *surprise*," Orlando gestures in the general direction of Billy, who is still standing against the door frame, "And I get a fucking surprise of my own! And all you can say is 'sorry'?"
"I couldn't... couldn't wait," Viggo mutters.
Orlando's voice lowers further than Dom would have imagined possible as the lanky man begins to circle Viggo, tracing his fingers absently over his naked flesh. "I told you, Vigs," Orli dips a finger into a still-wet splash of paint and trails it over one of Viggo's nipples, "We take Dom *together*."
At Viggo's nod, Dom's jaw drops. 'Together?' What the fuck...?
Billy's Scottish brogue breaks the silence. "Just what in the hell is goin' on here?"
Dom's world is starting to take on a kaleidoscope effect-- Images swirling all around him. Orli, Vig, Bills, some naked, some clothed, everything dotted with pretty paints and shiny ties and silver jewelry here and there. All the combinations look just right together, if he could just find a way to make sense of the chaos. It feels like the fabric of his very being is unraveling before him and he can't quite hold it all together.
Parts of him are glad that Orlando had called off Viggo before Dom had gotten bruises on his wrists, parts of him are mad as hell that he and Billy had been shanghaied by the two of them, parts of him are just so relieved to see Billy here, and parts of him wish Billy had never seen him at all. But most of his parts are still stunned that Fantasy #287: Billy, Viggo and Orli in the Orgy to End All Orgies might very well come true. He covers himself with the sheet.
So this is what it feels like to be string cheese, pulled apart strip by strip. Mmm, cheese, Dom thinks, his mind taking a break from the scene before him. He remembers that one little escapade that involved him, Billy, a feather boa, and a can of Cheese Whiz, and how Billy had giggled more because of the noise the cheese can made than when Dom had actually tickled him with the feather boa in the...
Focus, Monaghan. Focus.
His regains his concentration when Billy walks purposefully over to Dom, kicks off his shoes, and climbs under the sheet next to him.
Dom reaches over and gives Billy's hand a little squeeze and flashes him a quick smile, but Billy doesn't smile back at him. Yet.
In unison they both look over to where Viggo and Orlando are standing at the foot of the bed. When did Orlando lose his shirt? Dom wonders. And how on earth does Viggo manage to do that thing with his tongue on Orlando's neck without losing eye contact with him? He cocks his head to the side for further study.
"Ahem." Billy clears his throat. "Well, you've brought us halfway around the world, mates. Anyone want to let us in on the game plan?"
The mischievous grin that spreads across Orlando's face is wide enough that, for a moment, Dom suspects he might have Cheshire cat DNA. His suspicion is very nearly confirmed when Orli turns his head and runs his tongue over the shell of Viggo's ear and then purrs something Dom can't hear to Vig. Viggo's eyebrows shoot up and he smiles, bites his lip and nods at Orli. Orlando leans forward and captures Viggo's lips with his own.
Dom watches, slack-jawed, as Orlando runs his hands down Viggo's back. When Orli grabs Vig's ass and pulls the naked man up against his body, pressing their groins together, Dom isn't sure if the gasp that echoes through the room is Viggo's or his own. Dom watches the faded paint on Vig's chest transfer its way onto Orli's bare one, smearing in an absurd mixture of blues and greens. Dom is transfixed-- He can't even turn his head away from the sight when he feels Billy shift closer to him.
What does turn Dom's head is the sudden movement of his own hand. He looks down, studying his fingers as if they belong to someone else, as Billy drags Dom's hand over to cover the formidable bulge in his trousers. Billy's fingers press into the back of his hand, pushing Dom's palm down against his crotch.
Billy's eyes flutter shut, his eyelashes spreading out in a dark curve that Dom is tempted to draw his tongue across. In fact, he would have drawn his tongue across them, if he could move. Instead, he finds himself being flipped over onto his back in one swift gesture and pinned to the mattress by Billy's surprising weight.
Dom feels the mattress sag next to him as a cool hand rubs its way up his chest. His brain eventually calculates that the hand belongs to Orlando. Orlando, whose lips are still glistening wet and red from making out with...
Viggo. Who, it seems, has attached his lips to Dom's other nipple (the one that Orli is *not* currently pinching) and seems unlikely to relent. Not that Dom particularly wants him to.
"Dommie," Billy sing-songs from his position, kneeling over Dom's naked crotch. He thrusts downward, dragging his fabric-covered erection against Dom. "What am I going to do with you?"
Dom opens his mouth to answer, but Vig presses a finger against his lips and speaks for him. "I believe this might come in handy," he says, offering up the thick scarf he still holds in his hands.
Dom's eyes gape as he tries to scoot up further toward the headboard. "Now, now mates. Let's not do anything rash."
Orlando reaches for the scarf and lets the end tickle across Dom's stomach as he moves closer above him.
"Seems like if it was good enough for Viggo..." Dom feels a firm hand on his shoulder as Orli guides the scarf around the back of his neck. A little rise of panic runs through him at the thought of being gagged and he looks over to Billy with pleading eyes.
Billy reaches around Orlando and tugs the end of the scarf away hard, causing Dom's head to jerk forward into Orli's paint-streaked chest. Billy regains his balance by holding tight to Orlando's slender hips and grinding his erection harder against Dom. The sensations are enough to cause all three of them to moan and Dom takes that moment to suck on a tender piece of flesh above Orli's belly button.
"I'm not sayin' my naughty Dom doesn't need a good torturin', because he most assuredly deserves one." Billy says as he continues his rocking motion. "But I can attest to the fact that we'd be doing ourselves a great disservice if we gagged that pretty, talented mouth of his."
Viggo, who'd been silently watching, stroking his own cock, sidles up behind Orlando and with expert fingers flips open the front of Orli's pants exposing him to Dom.
Viggo looks at Dom with steel eyes. "I think someone needs to pay it forward then, don't you, Dominic?"
Dom's mouth slides open without hesitation, the tip of his tongue pink and shiny as it pokes between his lips. His eyes are wide and greedy as Orlando slides up the bed, takes Billy's place straddling Dom's chest. In one quick movement, Dom tilts his head up and engulfs Orli's cock.
A chorus of gasps echo around the room as Orlando, Viggo and especially Billy are taken aback by Dom's sudden eagerness. When Orlando groans and begins to thrust into Dominic's mouth, Billy rolls off the bed with a grunt and kneels on the floor by Dom's head, his eyes fixed on Dom's mouth where Orli's cock slips rhythmically in and out.
Dom moans, the noise low and guttural as he relaxes his throat and tips his head back, allowing Orlando deeper access to his mouth. Billy's eyes open wide and he leans forward to whisper hotly in Dominic's ear.
"You little slut." Bill's voice is little more than breath across Dom's face, and the part of Dom's brain that still thinks this is a bad idea worries that maybe, just maybe, Billy isn't joking. "All open wide for that cock," Billy breathes. "Never that open for me."
Orlando grunts and a drop of sweat falls from the end of a loose curl. It lands on Dom's cheek, just under his eyelid. Orli moves his hand to wipe it away, but Viggo brushes him away and leans in, running his warm tongue over the track on Dom's face. Viggo looks up at Orli with half-lidded eyes and then leans forward, licking a trail up his chest, savoring the younger man's taste on his tongue.
When Orlando's thrusting rhythm changes, begins to get frantic, Viggo grabs him by the hips, stilling him with a look. Whimpering, Orli pulls out of Dom's mouth, his cock gleaming wet. Dom takes a deep breath, suddenly aware of how empty his mouth is and how pleasantly sore his jaw feels. But he's only able to pull in a small amount of air before Billy's mouth is on his, his tongue demanding between Dominic's lips.
Billy pulls back and stands up suddenly, leaving Dom gasping for air and moremoremore of Billy, of Orlando, of Viggo, of anything at all. Dom reaches out, grasping for flesh, but finds that, for the moment, no one is paying attention to him. Viggo is whispering something in Orlando's ear, lazily stroking the still-wet cock with the tips of his fingers. Billy is behind them, listening, his hands somewhere that Dom can't see, but the thought of what they might be doing makes him ache and thrust greedily into thin air.
The whispering finally stops and suddenly all of the attention is back on Dom. He feels like a butterfly pinned to a board, spread out naked for the entire world to see. He notices, with some regret, that Billy is still wearing his pants.
"Bills..." Dom starts, but Orlando hushes him with a finger.
"We're going to play a game," Viggo explains. "Winner gets to top you."
Dom groans, his head falling back to hit the pillow.
"I'll start," Orli grins. He leans forward until his face is mere inches from Dom's, and Dom thinks for a moment that he'll be kissed again. He parts his lips, waiting for it, until Orli swoops his head and attaches his lips to Dom's neck, sucking and nibbling at the space around his throat. Dom thrashes a bit and Viggo and Billy each grab a leg to keep him still. Finally, Orli leans away again.
"'A' is for 'Adam's apple,'" he supplies, then grins at Viggo. "Your turn."
Viggo moves in close to Dom as Orli rolls away to stand by Billy. With the sudden lack of restraints, Dom relaxes his muscles. It's only for a brief moment, though, and then Viggo's naked, hard body slithers up his own. Viggo props himself up with hands firmly planted on the mattress around Dom's head and kicks Dom's legs further apart with his knees.
He looks down at Dom with an almost gleeful fire in his eyes. A fire that shoots straight down to Dom's cock, which barely grazes against Viggo's. "My turn."
"Decisions, decisions." Viggo straightens up and trails a finger across Dom's face. "I could focus my attention here on that worried little brow of yours." Dom sucks in a little more air when he realizes that Viggo's fingers are still wet from Orlando's body.
"Or I could concentrate my efforts on these biceps of yours." He grips Dom's upper arms firmly causing Dom to flex into him and roll his hips up, searching frantically for some sort of friction.
"But no," Viggo continues unfazed. "I think I'll take pleasure in this tender area right here." In a flash, Viggo lowers his head to Dom's stomach, circling his belly button with his tongue, then blowing lightly over it, watching with great pleasure as tiny goose bumps cover Dom's skin.
Despite not knowing exactly what the rules are to this nefarious game, Dom is highly confident that coming too soon will probably lead to instant disqualification on his part. And he is nothing if not competitive, especially when it comes to 'made-up-make-your-own-rules' games. If he recalled correctly, he even had his own website to the effect: Domscrazygames.com or something like that. I doubt I'll be putting this little romp up on the website, he thinks, as Viggo's sucking intensifies.
Trying to distract himself from the Evil Tongue of Viggo, Dom turns his head to where Billy and Orlando are positioned on the opposite side of the bed. His jaw drops open slightly at the sight.
Billy is facing him, standing, hands on the bed holding himself upright. Behind him, Orlando is trailing his tongue down Billy's backbone. Looks like it's 'B''s all around, then. As Orlando's hands snake around Billy's waist, disappearing under his waistband, Billy locks eyes with Dom.
Just as Viggo finishes his turn, Dom swallows hard and whispers, "What happens if I'm the winner?"
When Billy lowers his eyes, Dom takes the opportunity to finally look away from the sight in front of him-- Orlando's hand moving languidly beneath the fabric of Bill's pants, Bill's head tipped back and resting on Orli's shoulder. The way Billy's tongue hangs slightly out of his mouth as Orlando kneads his ass with his free hand is too debauched for even Dom to watch.
Dom opens his eyes again when he hears Billy's voice just inches from his face. "Awww, Dommie," Bill says, "Don't you get it? You don't get to play."
Before Dom can even formulate an answer, Billy is hovering over him, skin against warm skin, and Hey! Pants! Dom's brain registers that, somewhere between Orlando's hand and Dom's question, Billy has lost his pants.
"Everyone's..." Dom breathes as Billy leans forward, "All... naked," he finishes.
Dom's ears register faint laughter coming from behind Billy: Orlando. Dom shakes his head, glancing around a kneeling Billy to see Orlando staring wide-eyed at him, a smile playing on his lips. Viggo is wrapped around the younger man, his fingers somewhere out of sight, but when Vig bites his lower lip and shifts forward, Orlando moans.
"C..." Billy begins. "C is for..."
Dom holds his breath.
Tilting his head to the side and frowning, Billy asks, "What's C for, Dommie?"
"You can't ask," Viggo purrs, his back pressed against Orlando. Viggo now has both hands wrapped around Orli's front and is using one to tease a nipple while Orlando sucks a finger from the other one in and out of his mouth. "That's cheating."
Dom whimpers.
"Well, then," Billy ducks his head and scoots a little further down the bed. His face hovers over the still-wet skin of Dom's belly, and he turns and breathes hot air over Dom's ever-attentive dick. "I think C stands for..."
Just when Dom believes he might explode, Billy turns and swipes at Billy's collarbone with his tongue. It's a light little touch, almost chaste (as chaste as anything four naked men could do), and Dom groans and bucks up as if Billy has just licked his cock.
"Clavicle!" Billy finishes with a grin, climbing off the bed.
"Cocktease," Dom mutters under his breath.
Billy leans in and tweaks one of Dom's nipples. "Behave," he admonishes before turning back to the men behind him. "Orli! You're up!"
Orlando takes a swig of an open bottle of whiskey and sets it back down on the nightstand before approaching Dom.
Oh, goody. Orlando and alcohol. That always ends well. Dom watches as Orlando takes his turn kneeling over him on the bed, mesmerized by the methodical stroking Orlando is doing to himself.
"D is for..." Orlando gives himself a firm tug before being interrupted by Viggo.
"Orli," Vig protests, "The purpose of this little exercise is to use and abuse a Dom body part. Not your own."
Orlando licks his lips and flashes Vig one of his million dollar smiles. "I'm going for a double letter score on this one."
Although he doesn't exactly know why, Dom can't help but smile, which makes it that much easier for Orlando to trace the outline of Dom's dimples with the tip of his dick. He smiles a little more when he hears Viggo let out a small moan, followed by a little yelp from Billy.
"We aren't playing Scrabble here, mate." Billy's voice sounds a little off kilter, which just makes Dom that much more excited. "There's only the one way to score."
"Ah Bills, just look at these cute dimples," Orlando reasons. "Just makes me want to touch them from the inside out."
With one quick motion, Dom's mouth is full of Orlando for the second time that evening. Dom lets his tongue swirl around as Orlando swishes from side to side rubbing against his inner cheeks. If he isn't allowed to win, he is surely going to enjoy being the center of...
*Pop!* And then Orlando is hopping off the bed, singing the ABC song to Viggo. "A, B, C, D, E... Is all yours, Vig."
Damn. Dom didn't even realize he was still griping tightly to the sheets. It is going to be a very long day. And I'm never going to be able to hear that alphabet song again.
As soon as Orli bounces off the bed, Viggo takes his place, spreading himself over Dom and pressing the younger man down into the mattress. Viggo's cock hangs low between Dom's thighs, brushing up against him when Viggo shifts slightly. He brings his hand up to Dom's face and draws two fingertips gently over his eyelids, closing them.
"E could be for eyelids," Viggo whispers, his breath tickling Dom's eyelashes when he leans in to kiss each lid. Dom whimpers at the feel of Viggo's stubble against his cheek and the shifting weight between his legs.
But the weight is gone when Viggo rolls to his side, curling up against Dom, who is still flat on his back. Vig runs rough fingertips from Dom's shoulder down his bicep, stopping to pinch gently at the looser skin around his elbow.
"Or it could be for elbow," Viggo continues, lifting Dom's arm to his face and running his tongue along the soft white skin on the inside of his arm. The skin is lighter there than on the rest of his arm and there's a tang of salt and sweat that causes Viggo to whimper and wrap a leg around Dom's.
Neither man moves when Vig places Dom's arm gently back down at his side.
"But I think E is for ear," Viggo rasps, leaning forward and snaring Dom's earlobe between his teeth. The sudden movement grinds Viggo's erection against Dom's hip and Dom whimpers, a plaintive mewling sound in the back of his throat. Viggo traces his tongue up the shell of Dom's ear, nibbling at the sensitive skin until Dominic opens his mouth and actually moans.
The noise only seems to spur Viggo onward and he grinds his dick into Dom's leg as he breathes heavily into Dom's ear, thrusting his tongue against the soft pink flesh. Dom pants and thrusts his hips upward, searching for resistance, for release, for anything, but Viggo's leg is pinning him down against the mattress, denying him. Viggo's thrusts grow faster and he grunts against the side of Dom's face.
And then the weight is gone. Dom lifts his head in confusion, scanning the room, and finds that Orlando has pulled Viggo off the bed and is standing, kissing him furiously, their naked bodies thrusting against each other in some kind of obscene display.
Billy isn't watching them. His eyes are fixed on Dom.
Dom drags his gaze away from the others and turns to find Billy staring at him hard. His throat tightens a little as he remembers how Billy's turn went earlier. This new and improved, intense Billy is slightly unnerving. Subconsciously, he reaches his hand out toward him and offers him a half-smile.
"That, Viggo. Always does seem to make the most of his letter, eh?"
Wordlessly, Billy picks up the hand Dom has offered and pulls him into a sitting position. Dom studies Billy's face, trying to suss out exactly what is happening, but Billy's expression remains emotionless.
"I'm trying to be good. Behave, you know." Dom's voice falters. He's at a loss here. On the one hand, he loves games. Loves playing them, loves making them up, loves breaking the rules, loves winning and losing. But on the other hand, what he has with Billy, what they've both just started admitting to, that's not a game to him. Not something he's willing to lose at. "Bills, I..."
"You having fun, Dommie?" Billy interrupts him. Dom notices for the first time that Billy is still holding his hand, his fingers tracing patterns lightly on his skin, which reassures him more than words could.
"I kinda feel like I'm caught in a wacky round of Musical Chairs Gone Wild and I'm the only recliner left at a La-Z-Boy Convention." Dom watches as a grin spreads over Billy's face.
"That is the worst analogy ever, my friend," Billy says as he proceeds to wrap both his legs around Dom's waist and lowers himself onto Dom's lap.
Dom groans as flesh connects with flesh all around him. "Maybe so. But I still feel like a chair."
"Then I guess I would be the one sitting in the hot seat," Billy teases. This time, Dom's groans have nothing to do with the fact that Billy has begun to stroke him slowly.
Dom grins up into Billy's smile, their faces just inches apart. "I can't believe you just said that," he says with a shake of his head. "So, we're okay then, you and me?" he asks, his voice a little softer.
Billy replies by lifting Dom's hand up and placing one of Dom's long fingers into his mouth. Dom closes his eyes.
Billy slowly licks around Dom's first finger and then releases it from his mouth. "F is for..."
He sucks Dom's middle finger into his mouth, circling Dom's silver ring with his tongue, then, using his teeth, slides the ring off of Dom's finger. "Fingers," he finishes.
Dom holds his breath as Billy takes his third finger into his warm, sweet mouth. "I was really hoping it would be," he breathes out.
They sit there like that for a few minutes, Dom's body a sweet mixture of relaxation and humming tension as Billy's mouth works his fingers and his hand strokes Dom's cock.
When Dom feels his pinky finger slip away from Billy's mouth and the weight shift off of him as Billy begins to move away, he can't help but hold onto Billy's hips to still him.
"Think those two would care if we had a little bit longer?" Dom asks. Both sets of eyes travel to the forgotten Orlando and Viggo.
Viggo has Orlando pressed up against the wall, one hand holding both of Orlando's wrists firmly above his head. His head is buried in Orlando's neck and Orlando, whose head is thrown back, has his eyes closed. His lips are wordlessly moving, as if in silent prayer.
Billy smirks. "I doubt they'd mind a terrible lot."
Then, before Dom really has time to register exactly how it happens, his own still-wet fingers are firmly planted inside Billy's warm tightness. As Billy begins to pump himself up and down on Dom's two fingers, he looks down at Dom's shocked expression.
"Just making the most of my letter," he pants as he continues to stroke Dom's erection harder with his hand. Dom flexes his fingers, trying to hit Billy on just the right spot and, for an instant, the only sounds in the room are ones of pleasure coming from all around in surround sound.
When something cold and smooth rubs up against the tip of Dom's cock, he loses all reason and comes hard and fast. It's not like I'm winning this game anyway. And when did Billy put my ring on his thumb? Cheater.
Almost as soon as Orlando pulls Viggo away from Dom, the older man has reversed their positions and pinned Orlando up against the wall, forcing his knee between Orli's thighs. Orlando grunts and the noise causes Vig to grind harder against him.
"So fucking hot, you are, with your cock in Dom's mouth. He wanted it," Viggo murmurs, "Dom wanted you. Would have let you come all over him." He leans down and presses his mouth against Orlando's, thrusting his tongue savagely inside as their teeth click against each other.
But Orlando wants the upper hand, needs to have it after what he walked in on earlier-- Viggo, *his* Viggo, trussed up and marked like someone else's property. He shifts and turns, pulling away and ducking under Viggo's arm until he's reversed their positions.
"But he's already come all over you," Orlando hisses. "I can smell it. I can taste it." He raises a finger and traces through the word "mine" still visible on Viggo's chest, then leans in and snares one of his nipples with his teeth.
"You wanted this," Viggo protests with a grunt, twisting Orlando's arm behind him and using it as leverage to flip them again. He moves his face up to Orlando's until he's less than an inch away and Orlando can feel Viggo's breath against his lips. "You wanted them." Viggo nods his head back at Billy and Dom on the bed and Orlando's gaze loses focus as he watches them momentarily. But Viggo takes Orli's chin in his hand and pulls his attention back. "You wanted them."
"Together," Orlando protests, but his voice grows weak when Viggo presses his palm against Orli's aching erection. "God, Viggo," Orli gasps, leaning his head down to trace a wet trail along Viggo's throat with his tongue. The taste of paint is still faintly present, mixing with cool, salty sweat and just the slightest hint of smoke. The taste of Viggo is familiar and hot all at once, five years together not nearly enough time to learn all of the nuances.
Orli's lips make a popping noise when Viggo pulls his head away. Before Orlando can say anything, Viggo grabs both of Orli's wandering hands in the firm grip of one of his own. He raises Orlando's hands over his head, flattening his arms against the wall. The pose causes Orli's back to arch and Viggo dips his head down, moving his mouth wetly across a dusky nipple. Orlando tilts his head back to rest it against the wall with a dull thud, and his lips part, his breath coming in short bursts.
"ViggoViggoViggo," he whispers, low enough for only Viggo to hear. Vig licks a trail from Orlando's breastbone all the way up to the warm skin just below his ear, and Orlando mewls.
Then Viggo's breath is hot against his ear, his hand closing around Orli's cock. "Orlando." The name rolls off Viggo's tongue, hot and wet and lush, and Vig pulls once on Orlando's cock as the younger man thrusts his hips forward.
Viggo bites softly into the flesh where Orlando's neck meets his shoulder and then laps at the mark with the flat of his tongue.
"Fuck," Orli mutters, pumping his hips forward into the ring of Viggo's fingers. "Fuck, Vig, more..." he trails off when Viggo tightens his fingers around Orlando's cock.
Viggo finally releases Orli's hands and he immediately moves them down to steady himself against Vig's waist. When Vig uses his newly freed hand to pinch and roll one of Orlando's nipples between his fingers, Orli thrusts forward with a heady groan, spilling all over Viggo's palm. Viggo holds Orlando's gaze as he licks his own hand clean, suckling the warm, salty taste of Orlando off his own fingers.
Someone on the bed clears his throat.
"So, fingers all around, eh?" Billy observes.
Viggo turns his attention to the boys on the bed.
Billy has moved over and is cradling Dom's head in his lap while Dom lazily strokes Billy's cock with one hand.
Silently, Viggo walks toward them and promptly straddles Dom.
"Give me a taste," he says to Billy. Billy obliges and lets Viggo suck on one of his Dom-coated fingers. Viggo returns the favor by offering him one of his own fingers.
Billy almost purrs at the salty, tangy taste that floods his mouth. The perfect mixture of Orlando and Viggo.
Dom doesn't think he's ever seen anything sexier in his life than the site unfolding above him. Totally tops that one night when we all witnessed the snogfest between Liv and Miranda.
He doesn't even realize he is drooling a little until he feels Orlando's tongue swipe against his lips.
"Is it my turn?" Orlando asks as he bonelessly settles against Dom, propping up his head near Viggo and letting his fingers trace along Viggo's spine. "And what letter are we on?"
Viggo gives Billy's fingers a final suck. "We're on 'G'," he answers, letting his fingers fall from Billy's lips. Two sets of disappointed groans are heard in unison and Viggo can't help but smile at the hobbits.
"But I believe you've disqualified yourself, young Orlando." He reaches over and runs his fingers through Orlando's soft curls. God, Orlando is so gorgeous. Especially in the afterglow, the flush on his cheeks still warm, his eyes still slightly glazed over.
"Which means it's my turn again." Viggo looks over at the three of them. "And since we've all finally made it to the bed, I think 'G' should be an all-play."
"What does 'G' stand for?" Dom murmurs, eyes sparkling.
Viggo answers by placing his hand on Dom's balls, rolling them back and forth. Dom's eyes roll upward and he locks them with Billy's for a brief second. Billy silently nods his head.
"'G' is for groin, Dominic." Viggo continues massaging Dom with one hand, willing himself not to come. "And since I really want to top you tonight, all I need to do right now is figure out how to eliminate my competition."
Viggo tightens his grip slightly, causing Dom to increase his stroking of Billy's cock. Making sure he isn't left out, Orlando places kisses up and down Viggo's length, which only increases the chain reaction. Viggo fights hard against the urge to come.
Billy stills Dom hand.
"Tell you what, Viggo, buddy." Billy says with just a touch of ice still left in his voice. "I'll concede and let you top Dom on one condition."
Three pairs of eyes turn to Billy, but Billy's sight is fixed on Viggo.
"What condition would that be, William?" Viggo asks, knowing nothing now would be getting in his way of the young, sweetness that was Dominic Monaghan.
"You let me top Orlando."
As a sudden surge of jealousy goes through him, Viggo grips tighter to Dom's slender hips, leaving fingerprint bruises in his wake.
Dom yowls and struggles against Viggo's tightening grip, but Viggo pulls him closer and wraps an arm around his waist. With his eyes fixed on Orli, Viggo nods. "Deal."
"Hey!" Dom protests. "Don't I get a say in this?"
Billy tilts his head and smirks at Dom. "No."
Dom opens and closes his mouth, doing his best impression of a fish, but no words form. Before he can process what is happening, Viggo is situating himself against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him. Billy shifts toward him and gently turns Dom around so he is facing the end of the bed, between Viggo's legs but facing away from him.
"My Dommie," Billy whispers in his ear, arranging Dom's legs so that the younger man is straddling Viggo's thighs. Dom feels Viggo's cock press against him, the damp head rubbing between his cheeks, and Dom's half-hard dick leaps to attention.
"Ah, the spoils of youth," Viggo chuckles, reaching around to fist Dom's erection.
Dominic moans under Viggo's touch, and Orlando leans down and captures his parted lips, slipping his warm tongue into Dom's mouth. The sensations run together, Orli's lips on his, Viggo's hand warm and firm on his cock, and Dom is so focused on them that he barely registers Billy sliding him backward until the head of Viggo's cock is bumping against his ass. He pulls his head away from Orlando, not wanting to bite down on his tongue as Billy eases Viggo inside Dom. Somehow, thanks to Billy, Dom suspects, Viggo's cock has been generously lubed, and after the initial resistance, it slides in.
"Oh," someone moans and, for the second time, Dom isn't entirely certain who has spoken. Vig's hands scramble for purchase on his hips as Dominic slides down until he feels the older man's balls rub against his ass.
Lost in the sensation, Dom closes his eyes and grinds backward, steadying himself on his hands. But when his cock is engulfed in a wet warmth, Dom's eyelids flutter open and he looks down to see Orlando's tangled mop of curls bobbing up and down. Orli is down on all fours with his head nestled in Dom's lap, his ass wiggling in the air. Dom's eyes threaten to close again, but Billy's breath hot in his ear stops them.
"Watch," Billy insists. He walks to the end of the bed and climbs up, kneeling near the foot. Billy runs his hands over the smooth skin of Orlando's back, tracing the faded pink scar over his spine. Orli moans and the vibration shoots through Dom's dick, causing him to thrust down hard onto Viggo, who grunts and moves his hands away from Dom's hips to grab at Orlando's hair. Billy leans forward and traces two fingers over Dom's lips and the younger man understands and immediately opens his mouth. Billy moves one finger inside and Dominic coats it thoroughly, as well as the second and third fingers that Billy offers. Then, with a pop, the fingers are gone and Billy's hand disappears behind Orlando.
Dom feels it the second Billy's fingers enter Orlando, because he bears down on Dom's cock and sucks fiercely. The unexpected sensation causes Dom to yelp and lean backward, changing the angle of Viggo's thrusts so that he's barely rubbing against Dom's prostate. When Billy adds another finger, and then another, Orlando moves his mouth off Dom's cock and down to his balls, licking and sucking and rolling them between his lips. Billy looks straight into Dom's eyes when he slides his fingers out of Orli, who groans at the loss. But before he can raise his head, Billy is pushing inside Orlando's ass with one slow, torturous stroke. Orlando pushes back against him, urging Billy deeper, and the Scot takes the hint and slams forward, pushing Orlando's head into Dom's belly.
When Billy's thrusts establish a slow, grinding rhythm, Orli dips his head back down and takes Dom's cock in his mouth again. Billy never takes his eyes off Dom, who is vaguely aware that Billy is fucking him through Orlando. And, he realizes, vice versa.
Gasping, Dom manages to pant out, "So... How is the winner determined?"
"Always so concerned with the winning," Billy answers. "I think you'd be better off, Dommie, just enjoying the game."
Billy snakes a hand around Orlando and begins pumping his cock. Orlando groans with relief at the contact and the vibrations course through Dom and, in turn, Viggo.
"You should see the view I have, Dom," Billy continues. "Orlando has the smoothest ass." Dom watches, mesmerized, as Billy slows pulls almost all the way out and then pushes back in.
Billy's dick is long and slick with Dom's saliva and Dom's cock grows harder as he realizes that he is having a part in the pleasure Orlando is receiving. We're like the Doublemint Twins, he thinks. Billy and Dom, double your pleasure, double your fun.
Billy's low voice shakes him out of his internal not-suitable-for-children commercial.
"They fancy you, you know." Billy continues his steady rhythm, his hand movements increasing slightly around Orlando's cock.
"Dirty buggers," Dom grins as he fucks back against Viggo, loving the sensations that are coursing through him. It's as if he's part of an electrical current between the two of them.
"You should see Viggo's face, Dommie. So intense, I've never seen eyes that shade before." Dom feels Viggo's grip tighten around his cock as he pushes harder into him.
Viggo licks a wet trail up the side of Dom's neck before whispering huskily in his ear. "So tight, Dominic. So fucking tight."
Orlando's sucking intensifies. Dom swallows hard.
"But, Dom, you're the prettiest sight of all," Billy continues. "Hair all messy and sexed up, lips full and pouty, a tinge of smeared mascara around your eyes, pretty boys surrounding you, pleasuring you from both sides. Wish I had a Polaroid for the fridge."
Billy reaches down for Dom's free hand and steadies him as Dom re-centers himself. Dom's sudden swaying motion causes Viggo to lean in harder and Orlando to take just a little bit more of him. Dom can tell by Orli's erratic breathing that he's getting close.
"So fucking tight, he is." Dom hears Viggo's voice again, feels it against his skin, but he realizes he isn't speaking directly to him anymore. His voice is low and muffled.
"So beautiful you are." Viggo twists slightly, eliciting a moan from Dom. "Fucking beautiful, Orlando. With both of them in you."
Dom's vision becomes slightly out of focus and he grips Billy's hand harder.
Billy smiles at him. "Pretty fun game, eh?"
"Can you hear, Viggo?" Dom whispers. The two of them are silent for a moment and the room is filled with heavy breathing and Viggo's rich unintelligible voice.
"I think he's switched to Elvish," Billy answers. Orlando's cock twitches and tightens in Billy's hand.
Viggo gives Dom one long hard thrust and says something that neither he nor Billy can understand and then Orlando is spilling hard and fast into Billy's hand.
Viggo keeps his hand firmly planted on Orlando's head, causing him to suck harder and faster around Dom until Dom has to fight to remember how to breathe.
He notices that Billy's rhythm has turned fast and frantic, too.
"Come with me, Dommie," Billy instructs as his fingers tighten around Dom's. Within seconds Orlando is filled completely by the two of them.
Viggo latches on tightly to Dom's neck, marking him good and proper, then releases him with a loud growl. As Dom's body quivers around Viggo's intense orgasm, he hears him say, "I win."
Viggo's skull hits the headboard with a soft thump as he leans back with his eyes closed. Dom shifts forward and bumps into Orlando's head, which has come to rest on one of Viggo's thighs.
"Um, Bill?" Dom glances up at Billy, then down at Orli. "I'm kinda... stuck."
With a gentle smile, Billy pulls his softening flesh out of Orlando, then slowly eases him onto his side. Orlando nuzzles down between Viggo's legs and sighs gently. The shift in positions allows Dom just enough room to pull away from Viggo, and both men grunt in unison at the loss. Billy holds out his hand to Dom again and when Dominic takes it, Bill pulls him to the foot of the bed. Orli seizes the opportunity to wrap his naked form around Viggo as if he's trying to crawl into Vig's skin and fall asleep there.
With a wink to Dom, Billy is off the bed and searching through a discarded pile of clothes. When he finds what he's looking for, he wordlessly hands the tie to Dom, who understands immediately.
It's easy to take advantage of Viggo's relaxation and, before the older man can even think to protest, Dom has his hands tied firmly to the bed. When he finishes the knots, Dom looks over at Billy, who has procured the long, knit scarf and used it to fasten Orlando's hands together. He hands the end of the scarf to Dom, who attaches it to the headboard next to Viggo's tie.
Both bound men become aware of the situation at the same time, and Orlando struggles against the scarf, but only manages to pull the knot tighter. Viggo jerks forward once and looks up at Billy. A slow awareness dawns over his face.
"You tricked us," he accuses.
"Damn right," Billy answers with a wicked grin.
Dom flashes a smile of his own as he climbs over Viggo to retrieve the forgotten bottles of paint. Handing one to Billy, he dips his finger into the bottle of blue and paints a small "A" on Orlando's Adam's apple.
"You painted me, you bastard," Dom begins. "You knew I had a photo shoot today and you fucking painted me. And then you let me sleep late! Not enough time for a shower, I run to the studio and what do they say? 'We LOVE it! Keep it!'"
"So he has to be photographed wearing *you*," Billy butts in, painting a green "B" on Viggo's bellybutton.
Orlando opens his mouth, but Billy silences him with a look.
"So, after the photo shoot, I called Bill."
"You knew," Viggo interjects. "You knew!"
"Surprise!" Billy chimes in. Orlando makes a desperate attempt to hide his face in Viggo's thigh as Dom paints a "C" on Orli's collarbone.
"You planned this," comes Orlando's muffled protest.
"No more than you two wankers," Dom answers. "You really thought I'd just let you crawl into the shower with me when I've got Billy to answer to?"
Viggo scoffs. "Why not?"
Billy and Dom exchange a look as Billy fingers the dimple in Viggo's chin and then paints a "D" on it.
"You're not *that* beautiful," Billy answers with a chuckle.
Orlando giggles at Billy's comment, then draws in a gasp when Dom traces a blue finger across the shell of his ear. "E," Dom mutters.
"So... You forgive us?" Viggo asks.
Billy takes a moment to consider that. "What do you think, Dommie? Do we forgive them?"
Dom feigns deep thought. "I don't know, Bills. Taking advantage of me, inviting you here under false pretenses, luring us into bed..." he trails off as Billy dots the tip of each of Viggo's fingers with green.
"I think there should be atonement," Billy offers.
"Oh, yes," Dominic agrees. "Lots and lots of atonement." He reaches down and paints a large "G" on Orlando's balls. Orli yelps at the contact and rubs against Viggo in a vain attempt to avoid Dom's hand. "In fact," Dom continues, "I'm not entirely certain the game is over yet. What's the next letter, Billy?"
With a glint in his eye, Billy drops the bottle of paint to the floor.
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