Merciless 5

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Title: Merciless 5
Authors: jade1x2 and del_p
Series: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom RPS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell, never happened, only in our minds






The pub was crowded tonight. Friday night and the prospect of an entire free weekend had the Fellowship in a mood to party. The weather was fine and most were deep into their cups. Viggo leaned back in his chair, observing everyone, but mostly Orlando. The younger man sat close, but not too close, as they had decided not to advertise their relationship just yet. Orli was laughing at a dirty joke Dom was telling, laughing even though he hadn't yet reached the punchline. His dark eyes sparkled and he was just a little too flushed than his two drinks would account for. But Viggo knew why Orlando was flushed, in fact he was the cause of it. Or, more precisely, a leather cock ring under his loose frayed jeans was the cause of it, and his hand which occasionally brushed over the bulge in those jeans. Viggo smirked slightly as he let his eyes travel over Orli's chest, framed by his mostly-unbuttoned shirt and adorned by a gold chain, its crystal dangling just between his nipples. Orlando looked good enough to eat, as usual, and the fact that he knew how aroused the younger man was right now made Viggo hard too. He took another long drink of his ale, licking the foam off his lips as he contemplated what he would do to Orlando later.

Orlando was *dying*, fucking dying, very slowly and very erotically. His cock was blazingly hard, had been hard for what seemed like a small eternity. He laughed, giggled really at Dom's joke, trying to make himself focus on anything besides the fact of his arousal. It didn't help that every so often, Viggo's big hand came down on his thigh and stroked over his cock possessively, stroked him while he had to sit there and act normal. His fingers were locked tight around the half empty glass of his second drink and it was all he could do not to grind his teeth. Orli glanced over just in time to see Viggo licking his lips and that sight just rocked him down to the core. He'd already been told he couldn't beg, couldn't get Viggo out of here until the other man was damned good and ready and he squirmed again. His attention turned to Sean on the other side of him, who was taking up the dirty joke fest with one of his own. Sean was about as drunk as he'd ever seen him and he wondered briefly what was up before his thoughts turned back to his own desperation.

Viggo smirked, ostensibly at the joke but actually because Orli looked so desperate. He knew from the fleeting touches he was delivering that the other man was hard as a proverbial rock, and that was just how he wanted him. Hard and needy and ready to do *anything*. Perfect. He glanced over at Sean as the man's voice rose unnecessarily as he delivered the punchline. He didn't need to yell as he was already leaning perilously close to Orlando, too close in Viggo's opinion. He focused more of his attention on Sean now, and what he was saying to Orli. Whatever it was, it seemed to necessitate whispering in the younger man's ear and putting a hand on his thigh. A low growl formed in Viggo's throat automatically as he watched. He leaned forward, casually, and sent a warning glare at Sean, who of course was oblivious. He didn't seem to know or care that Orlando was *his*.

Orlando whimpered in his throat as Sean leaned closer, letting his eyes close at the whisper, hot breath teasing at his ear. All of his senses were hyper alert and even though Sean wasn't the one he craved like a drug, the touch itself had an effect. He lifted a hand to politely push Sean aside, forcing a smile and a joke himself until Sean put a hand on his thigh, so tormentingly close to his cock. He leaned back in his chair trying to sink back away from the touch that wasn't Viggo's but his cock strained, begging for contact. Orlando flushed deeper, a swift rush of blood on his skin and tipped his head aside towards Viggo. "Get me out of here, Viggo. I can't stand it." He murmured, as Viggo leaned forward to glare at Sean. If Sean moved that hand once more, Orlando knew with a dead certainty his body was going to like it and he hated that.

A positively feral smile spread over Viggo's face at Orlando's whispered words. Orlando was his, and the testosterone flowing through him right now made him feel dangerously possessive. He leaned forward, moving his hand to push Sean's roughly off Orli's thigh, brushing deliberately against his erection as he did so. "I think you need to keep your hands to yourself, mate," he drawled, keeping his tone as light as he could.

Orlando whimpered again, louder, though with the noise only Viggo and maybe Sean were close enough to hear him. He didn't have enough self control to keep from rocking his hips up into Viggo's touch. Thank God, everyone else was watching Billy's impersonation of Peter. He heard Viggo's words through a red haze and heard Sean's disgruntled growl through that same haze. It flashed through his mind that Viggo must be enjoying this. His dark eyes were darker still as they settled on his lover's face. Lover, fuck, owner for all intents and purposes. "Please." He muttered and reached for his drink, wetting his dry mouth and trying to lean a little closer against Viggo.

Viggo ignored Orlando for the moment, engaged in staring down Sean. The man was drunk and aggressive and no doubt horny. Well, he'd have to look elsewhere. He kept his hand on Orli's thigh, and murmured at Sean, "You got a problem you want to discuss?"

Sean growled a little. "Maybe. Elf boy here looks like he needs a little affection."

Orlando pushed his chair back, trying to get away from the line of fire even if it did mean the loss of Viggo's hand on him. He thanked God for the loose fit of his jeans because now most of the Fellowship were looking at him, Viggo and Sean. He swallowed hard and put a hand on Viggo's arm. "I'm fine, let's just go, okay?"

Viggo shook off Orlando's hand as he stood gracefully, glaring down at Sean. "Elf boy doesn't want your *affection*, Sean. Get a clue." He reached behind Orlando, twirling his fingers in the younger man's dark curls, and added dangerously. "And don't ever touch him again." His blue eyes were fixed on Sean and burned with possessiveness. The game was up now, may as well do the thing right.

Sean stood up too, swaying a little on his feet and bracing one hand against the table. "So, what are you saying? You and Orli got a thing going?" He demanded, having to take a couple tries before he got the words out. He seemed oblivious to the warning signals going off everywhere.

Orlando hissed sharply, his scalp prickling with the stroke of fingers through his hair and eased closer to Viggo. His body lightly brushed his lovers and he barely managed not to plead out loud at the excitement still roiling through him. "Viggo." God, why did Sean have to pick tonight to hit on him after weeks of playing it straight?

"I'm saying it's none of your fucking business, so stay the hell away from him," snarled Viggo, dropping his hand to Orli's ass and pulling him closer. Adrenaline flowed through him and he felt fearless and so fucking hard for Orlando. He had the crazy urge to fuck him right here, to show everyone that the elf was *his*. He glanced at Orlando. "You all right?"

Sean would have said something else but the hobbits suddenly swarmed him, dragging him off to another table and he was too drunk to argue very much. Orlando's whole body tightened with excitement at the possessive slide of Viggo's hand on his ass. He crowded in closer, rubbing slowly against the harsh muscled length beside him. "Yes, just...hard." Orlando managed, his mouth too dry to talk.

Viggo smiled nastily at Sean as he was pulled away. Part of him still wanted to beat the other man to a pulp for touching what was his, but he had more pressing matters to attend to now. Namely one that was pressing against him enticingly. "I can tell," he growled to Orlando. "Shall we go and do something about that?"

"Please." Orlando moaned, rubbing against Viggo harder, a little faster. It just didn't matter who saw at this point. He knew Viggo was probably amused by his desperation but that didn't matter either, what mattered was how soon he could get this ring off and get Viggo's cock shoved up his arse. He'd already given up fighting it, he belonged to Viggo.

Orlando's pleas went straight to Viggo's cock as usual, and adrenaline was still keeping him pumped. Fuck it. He grabbed a handful of Orlando's hair again and crushed his mouth to his, kissing him hard and deep and in full view of everyone in the pub. Perhaps that would discourage any more would-be suitors. He pulled back finally, to stare into Orlando's eyes. "Come on, boy," he murmured, and without another glance at their audience, grabbed Orli's hand and dragged him toward the door.

Orli kissed Viggo back as if that were the only hope of his surviving another second. Not only did he suck the thrust of Viggo's tongue and moaned against the forceful kiss, but he rubbed against Viggo like a sex kitten desperate to get fucked. Which, in fact, he was. Dark eyes were nearly black by the time Viggo pulled back and he stumbled after Viggo, keeping close against him. "Yes, please." He murmured softly.

Leaving the no doubt stunned pub behind them, Viggo pulled Orlando as quickly as he could to his rooms. He pushed the door open roughly and as soon as it was shut, pushed Orlando up against it. He pinned him with his body and growled, "If he touches you again, you'll tell me." It wasn't a question.

"Yes, yes, whatever you want. I don't want him, I want you." Orlando chanted, gasping for breath and squirming against the pinning weight of Viggo's body. His aching cock ground against Viggo's erection through their clothing as his hands tried to swarm around Viggo's neck. "God, you're driving me crazy. I've been good, please..."

"You'd better be good, elf boy," warned Viggo, rocking his hips against the other man's. Abruptly, he stepped back, and said. "Get naked and get on the bed. On your back, and lie still."

God. He didn't have any choice but to obey and so he did. Clothes shucked off easily, he climbed onto the bed and lay down in the middle of the smooth cool sheets. Lying still, however, was a lot harder. He didn't dare remove the cock ring until Viggo gave permission and it seemed to Orli he could feel each individual beat of his pulse against the confining leather. He whimpered, lying there, waiting.

Slowly, Viggo followed, shrugging off his shirt as he went, looking down at Orlando approvingly as he unbuttoned his jeans. So fucking perfect, obedient and hard and so desperate for him that it was all he could do to hold himself back. "I want you to put your arms above your head, on the headboard," he instructed. "Keep them there. And don't squirm." He stepped out of the rest of his clothes and came to stand at the foot of the bed, watching.

Orlando opened his legs wider, inviting Viggo to come take him with the rock of his hips upwards. Almost immediately he went still, lifting his hands to coil around the rods in the headboard. Don't squirm? How in the fuck was he going to be able to lie here under Viggo and not squirm? Just his own hard-on and Viggo's eyes alone made him want to writhe wildly. "Viggo."

"Yes, Orlando? What do you want?" Viggo asked, enthralled as always by the beauty of the man on his bed. He kneeled between Orli's spread legs, pushing them apart even more, his own cock almost dripping with need to fuck the elf.

"Need you, need you in me, need to come," Orlando gasped, moaning low in his throat as Viggo ruthlessly made him so fucking vulnerable for his invasion. He pulled his knees up closer to his chest, letting Viggo manipulate him as he pleased.

Viggo ran his hands, palms flat, down the inside of Orlando's strong thighs, savoring every inch as he got closer to his goal. "Hold still," he ordered, spreading the man's cleft, stroking at his entrance.

Orli's hands tightened hard around the rails in his grasp, cock twitching against the leather, the little pucker twitching as well against Viggo's hands. "God, please, Viggo. " This man had over-sensitized him, made him vulnerable to every possible sensation and he shuddered with pleasure, and the pain of denial.

"Hold still or I won't fuck you, boy," Viggo repeated as he teased the waiting entrance.

"Nnnngha!" Orli couldn't stop moaning, fingers beginning to whiten with effort. "Yes....Viggo." If he didn't know how fucking good Viggo could make him feel he wouldn't be so damned desperate for it.

Viggo continued to tease Orlando, knowing full well just how painful his arousal must be in the cock ring, how close to climax he already was. Bloody perfect. Except... "If you don't stop squirming, Orli, I will have to *make* you stop," he said warningly. Never mind that his own cock was ready to burst; he craved Orlando's desperation and wanton need.

"I can't help it! I want you so much!" Orlando cried. He had given up even trying to pretend he didn't crave Viggo like some kind of fucking drug. The man had him wrapped around his little finger and his cock and Orlando was helpless to defy him. He whimpered softly, renewing his efforts to lie still, muscles twitching and quivering of their own accord in response to the teasing of fingers and hands.

Viggo smirked, aching to take the younger man but ready to ramp things up a bit. "Stay there," he ordered, getting up off the bed to walk to a dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled something out. He walked back to the bed, holding it up so Orlando could see. A silver pair of handcuffs, attached by a long chain. "I told you to be still."

Dark brown eyes, pupils dilated to almost black widened at the sight of those hand cuffs. Orlando let his heels drop back down to the bed, relaxing tight muscles. "What...what are you going to do with those?" He asked breathlessly, shifting restlessly against the bed, straining for contact, for release. Viggo's look was sexy and terrifying at the same time.

Viggo chuckled. "What do you think, elf boy?" He let Orlando look at the cuffs, holding them up, watching to see what he would do.

Orlando licked dry lips, slowly, tracing his tongue softly over his own mouth. He could hardly breathe, looking at the gleaming steel. He half sat up, leaning on his elbows and trying to think around the way his whole body seemed to strain and quiver. "You don't need those. Just come fuck me, Viggo, please?"

Viggo shook his head, slowly approaching the bed. "I told you to hold still, and you didn't, so I think these are necessary," he purred, stalking closer. He ran a hand down his own chest, his stomach, to caress his own rock hard cock. "Unless you have objections? I really want to be inside you, Orli..."

Orlando pouted, there was no other word for it, lashes falling dark against his flushed golden skin and lower lip softly protruding. "I want to touch you." He said softly, eyes following the trail of Viggo's hand to his own cock. Orli moaned quietly and gave a half hearted nod. "Shall I roll over first?"

"No, I want to see your pretty face when I take you," replied Viggo, elated that the other man had agreed. He wanted to do so much to Orlando, needed to see him restrained, but Orlando had to want it as much as he did.

Truth was, Orli wasn't sure he did want it, he was doing this to please Viggo. He nodded and offered up his wrists, biting his lip.

Smiling, Viggo straddled Orlando's stomach, attaching one cuff to a wrist before threading the other through the slats of the headboard. Then he attached the other one, and Orlando was restrained. He just looked down at the gorgeous man for a long moment. "God, elf boy, you're the hottest thing I've even seen," he moaned. "I'll take care of you."

Orlando gasped, automatically arching to rub himself against Viggo's hips where he could reach. His eyes went dazed with passion, something about the feel of the cool steel against his skin did something to him. He rolled his hips again, tipping his head back and exposing the long line of his throat, down to his shoulders. "Mmmmmm, want you, come take me, fuck me." He gasped, breathing hard and not sure how much more he could stand without losing his mind completely.

"I will," promised Viggo, eyeing that sensuous mouth and fighting the urge to stick his cock in it. But he was far too aroused, and didn't intend on coming anywhere but deep inside his lover's sweet arse. He moved off the bed again, going to retrieve the needed supplies, before settling back on the bed again. He briefly considered restraining Orlando's legs as well, but he decided he couldn't wait any more. "Spread your legs for me," he whispered.

Orli's eyes clung to Viggo's gaze like a life line, trailing after his lover's form as he moved briefly away. Very slowly he opened his thighs and pulled them towards his body, exposing both his straining captive cock and the small, pink, eager pucker beneath it. "Viggo!" Chain rattled as he shifted his hands, unable to reach closer.

Viggo slicked his fingers and traced the man's entrance, circling before plunging a finger in. Orlando was so tight, that though he wanted to skip this preparation he knew he couldn't. Because he needed to take his lover hard and fast.

Orlando cried out, groaning deep in his chest and closing his eyes tightly. His pulse pounded, sending waves of pleasure and need scalding through his cock. The groan died into a hungry whimper, shuddering as he could do nothing but take what Viggo chose to give.

Viggo loved the way Orlando had abandoned himself to the scene already, and he prepped him as fast as he could. Condom on, and he barely touched himself because he was so bloody hard. Finally, he was kneeling between Orli's thighs, ready, but unable to resist the need for more begging. "What do you want, boy?" he groaned.

Orlando felt as if he was floating in a burning dark sea, gasping for breath and melting down to nothing but the hard ache of his cock and the sweet heat of Viggo so close against him. "You, Viggo. Want you, please, please." He answered, letting the words roll out of his mouth high and hungry, wailing almost as he tried to arch up closer against his lover.

"Do you?" purred Viggo, pressing the head of his cock against Orlando's entrance, giving him only maddening pressure and not what he wanted. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather it be Sean?"

Who's Sean? It was the first thing that blinked across the hot black screen of his mind, open except for the feel and scent and heat of Viggo. "No, no, You, only you, please, Viggo, don't tease me...need you so bad." He whimpered, trying to squirm against his lover.

"That's right, only me," Viggo moaned, finally pushing into Orlando. "You're mine, elf boy, all mine..." Viggo knew he sounded crazy possessive but he didn't care, couldn't care right now because all there was in the world was Orlando, his face, his body, his tight tight ass.... he sunk into heaven, entering in short quick thrusts.

Orlando cried out, almost shrieking, not from pain but just the overwhelming sensation of Viggo's short brief thrusts to sink inside him. He shuddered once the head of Viggo's cock brushed up against his prostate, cries becoming whimpers again. "Only you...only you...only you." He repeated brokenly, body clutching at Viggo's. He own cock *throbbed*, captive for so long in leather.

"Mine," growled Viggo again, leaning down to brace himself on the bed, and began to fuck Orlando in earnest. Long, deep, savage thrusts, pulling out almost all the way before driving in again to the hilt, Viggo knew nothing so good could last very long. Orlando's body rocked with each impact, the chains rattling and Viggo's own pants loud in his ears.

"Viggo!" Orlando's body was there to be taken, it seemed to him dizzily. There for those long wrenching thrusts that felt so good and burned and hurt and jolted him into orbit. He screamed, gasping, moaning, falling into silky wet pieces. "Viggo! Please, please, please. Need to come, let me come." He begged shamelessly.

Begging, Orli begged so good, his body felt so good, Viggo would have denied him nothing now. He reached down and released the ring, tossing it aside, and moaning, "Come, Orlando, do it now..." He was close too, and he pounded now with all his might, driving the elf against the headboard he was chained to. "Let me hear you..."

It happened almost instantaneously. Orlando's hips snapped up as hard as he could manage, palms braced against the headboard. He gathered breath to scream but found he could do nothing but whimper like an animal in heat, his orgasm sweeping him over and tumbling him around. The hard creamy pulses went on and on, spurting over his belly. He couldn't talk, couldn't breathe, couldn't see...could do nothing but come wildly.

Viggo watched transfixed as Orlando succumbed to the pleasure he'd given him, then he lost control as well. One, two more thrusts into the writhing body and Viggo *roared*, back arching and hair spilling down his back as he came hard.

Orlando's bliss was made complete by Viggo's ecstasy and he smiled dazedly, panting for breath. He went deliciously limp, sprawled out and chained like some barbarian prince's captive plaything, muscles clenching against Viggo's orgasmic cock.

All the tension went out of Viggo's body as the pleasure receded. Every part of him felt good, and he collapsed next to Orlando, discarding the condom and reaching weakly for the key to release the cuffs. "Are you ok?" he asked hoarsely. Orlando was beautiful lying there, all his and debauched. He couldn't get enough, ever.

Orlando heard Viggo, felt him, knew him, but couldn't speak. He was still panting, skin damp and flushed. His lashes fluttered, dark eyes turning to Viggo for a moment, then closed again. His hands didn't even pull from the unlocked cuff, just lay quietly, palms open against the sheets.

"Orlando," Viggo repeated gently. "Talk to me." He loved the way the younger man looked, all submissive afterglow, but he needed to make sure he was all right.

"Vi...ggo." Orlando whispered. His head tipped a little towards Viggo but there again, he went quiet, a small smile hovering around his lips.

Viggo smiled back, smoothing back damp dark curls as he settled beside Orlando. Heart still pounding, but sleep threatened to overtake him after the night's exertions.

Orlando nuzzled into the caressing hand, forcing his boneless limbs to move enough that he could snuggle against Viggo. "Sticky." he muttered, too relaxed to even giggle.

"Your fault," murmured Viggo. He knew they would need a shower later, but he couldn't bring himself to care just now. He pulled Orlando closer, sighing contentedly. His.


TBC