Unpure, Unchaste: LOTRips/TroyRPS crossover, NC-17

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Title: Unpure, Unchaste
Author: Altur Ego
Fandom: LOTRips/TroyRPS/LOTRoyRPS
Pairings: Dom/Billy, Orlando/Eric, Billy/Eric, allusion to past-Billy/Orlando
Rating: oooh, NC-17. Easily. Here there be dragonssmut.
Disclaimer: Not mine. And I'll put them back all well-sexed when I'm done playing with them. Honest.
Feedback: Puts the bomp in the bomp-shi-bomp-shi-bomp
Summary: Orlando brings Eric to meet Billy and Dom. A good time is had by all, and smut ensues. Includes wanking!Dom. Dedicated to my partner-in-crime-and-all-things-of-the-heart, _broken_arrow



Billy was half-listening to Dom's end of the phone converesation. The other half of his brain was concentrating on much more pressing matters, such as the string that was pulling loose from his jumper, and the state of his toenails. He knew Dom was on the phone with Orlando - after all, he had answered the phone, and had gotten his chance to talk with Orli already - but the nature of the conversation didn't interest or concern him. Or so he thought.

"That," Dom announced as he hung up the phone, "was Orlando."

Billy gave Dom a look that clearly said "Fucking duh."

"We're going on a double date. Tonight."

"With Orli and... who? Kate?" Joy, rapture.

"I guess so. He didn't say."

Billy rolled his eyes from behind the sleeve of his jumper. He didn't really care for Kate. Tolerated, sure. Actively liked? Not so much.

"I saw that," Dom retorted.

"Dom..." Billy sighed.

"C'mon, Bill! It'll be fun!"

Billy snorted.. "Dom, watching paint dry would be more fun than being in Kate's immediate vicinity."

"C'mon," Dom whinged. "I'll be your best friend." Dom could whine better than anyone Billy knew.

"You already are."

"Please, Billy? PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE?!"

Billy sighed and grumbled, and hemmed and hawed, enjoying watching the look on Dom's face change from pleading to "You'll get lucky tonight," and back to pleading. Dom could make a little whine last all day.

"Alright. I'll go. Under duress, but I'll go."

"Really? You will? Awesome! Go get ready!"

Billy rolled his eyes again as he rose from the couch and disappeared into the bedroom. Dom was going to owe him. Owe him big. He'd make sure he remembered.

When they walked into the restaurant, Billy immediately spotted Orlando's long ponytailed hair and, taking Dom's hand in his, made his way over to the table. Sitting alongside Orlando was a tall built man in his mid-thirties, Billy guessed. This was decidedly not Kate, and Billy perked up.

"Billeh! Dommeh! I'm so glad you guys could make it, yeah?"

Billy opened his mouth, but was then immediately - and rudely, only not - reminded why it was never a good idea to let Orlando get the first word.

"So I was sitting in my house, right? And I realized just how long it had been since I had seen you guys, yeah? So I thought, 'Hey mate, what better time to get together with you, being how we're all in L.A. and all that lot, y'know, man?' So..."

The dark-haired man clapped one of his large hands over Orlando's mouth. "Orli, love. Breathe."

"Mrmph-mmph."

The man shook his head and smiled before sticking his free hand out to shake with Dom and Billy.

"So you must be the Dom and Billy that this one here can't stop talking about. I'm Eric."

"Right," Dom said. "I'm Dom, and this is Billy, and it's nice to meet you, Eric!"

"Yeah," Billy echoed, and he was going to say more, but he was interrupted by a yelp from Eric, who had just been bitten on the inside of the hand by Orlando.

"Bloody hell!"

"I couldn't breathe under there, love!" Orlando sulked.

"Why'dya always forget how to breathe through your nose?"

Orlando smacked Eric with a "Hmph!" Eric feigned woundedness and pouted, which Orlando ignored as the hobbits sat down.

For two hours the four actors joked and told stories, mostly at Orlando's expense. Being the youngest at the table was definitely a downside this evening. Eric demanded to know all of Orlando's dark little secrets from Rings filming, which Dom and Billy all too gladly shared, and Billy in turn demanded to know all of Orlando's dark little secrets from Troy filming, which Eric was more than happy to share. Despite his embarrassment, which was so bad that he was seriously considering crawling under the table and dying, Orlando was happy. Happy that his friends were getting along, especially Billy and Eric. He gave a small grimace-y looking smile as he attempted to hide, only to be stopped by his lover.

"I'll have you know," Orlando huffed. "That I did not break a rib this time."

"Yes, but you told us all about the broken rib you got on Rings," Eric reminded him. "About fifty times. A day."

Billy and Dom snickered. "He's still telling that story?" Dom asked. "Ostracized spleen and all? Or is it with the perforated pancreas?"

"Both. All the time. Brad and me, we had bets on when he'd start in. And if we were riding horses that day? Forget it."

Orlando whined at that, and Eric leaned in to kiss his cheek softly, which quieted him down.

As the restaurant closed, the four decided that they didn't want to go their separate ways yet, so, with Billy driving himself and Dom, and Eric and Orlando following in Eric's car, they caravaned to Dominic's apartment.

"Casa el Monaboyd!" Eric exclaimed as he looked around. He liked this. The two small men - and he hadn't believed Orlando when he said how small they were - lived simply, and were very salt of the earth types. He liked that. He especially liked Billy, who as a man of his own age, he could relate to on a lot of different levels, far above and beyond being the ex and current boyfriends, respectively, of Orlando Bloom.

Drinks were served, and soon what was only to have been a few drinks in the living room turned into a few hours of chatting. Soon, Orlando was stretched out on the couch with his head in Eric's lap and his feet in Dom's, and his hand stretched out and threading through Billy's hair while Billy sat on the floor between Eric's legs with his back against the couch.

Eric looked at the scene and laughed. "Orlando, you're such a little slut."

Orlando beamed. "I know."

"Always has been," Dom offered. "Biggest cuddleslut in the world, Orlando Bloom. I swear the man can live on being canoodled."

Billy agreed, and nodded. "I think he can. Considering he never eats, he has to survive on something."

Eric put his hand on Billy's shoulder and laughed, ruffling the little man's hair. Billy started to think thoughts that were unpure. Unchaste. Thoughts that he shouldn't have been thinking, considering the man sitting and painting Orlando's toenails a bright pink just four feet away.

"Dom!" Orlando sat up, having been oblivious to this point what Dom was doing to his feet. "What are you doing?!"

"Painting your toenails?"

"Stop! I have to film in sandals tomorrow!"

"...Oops?"

Orlando grumbled and stood up, hopping on his unpainted foot to the bathroom and started rooting through Dom's linen closet. Dom yelped and ran after him and the two tussled in the bathroom, causing the older men left in their wake to start laughing.

"Oh my god, he is such a girl," Eric said, shaking his head. "Youngin's."

"God, you get the two of them together and it's like kindergarten. 'No, it's mine!' 'I want it!'" Billy concurred.

Dom and Orlando started wrestling over the nail polish remover in the bathroom and Billy climbed up onto the couch alongside Eric, twisting this way and that to crack his back.

"Here. Let me help." Eric stood and pulled Billy to his feet. "Wrap your arms like this." He demonstrated, crossing his arms over his chest and laying his palms flat on his shoulders. Billy mimiced him and found himself being lifted into the air and shaken. He heard and felt his back crack like Rice Krispies, and when he was put back on the floor, he discovered that his back - a problem for years - was giving him absolutely no pain.

"Wow."

"Little trick I learned," Eric preened. "Works everytime."

Billy smiled up at Eric, who reached out and touched his cheek. Eric marvelled at how his hand absolutely covered one entire side of Billy's face. Running his thumb over Billy's cheek, he smiled as Billy closed his eyes, putting his hand over Eric's.

"Stop," Billy murmured. "We can't."

"Sure we can," Eric replied, running over to the bathroom. "Hey, Orlando? Dom? I'm going to kiss Billy if that's okay."

"FINE!" The two men bellowed, followed by a yelp from Dom as Orlando sat on his stomach. Eric ducked the bottle of nail polish remover as it came sailing out of the bathroom and returned to the living room.

"There, simple as that," Eric said. Cupping Billy's cheek in his hand once more, he pulled the small man's frame close to his own body, kissing him softly. Billy let out a little moan of protest at first, before tilting his head to savor Eric's boozy taste.

Orlando looked down at Dom. "Hold on. Did Eric just say..."

"I think he did?"

Orlando and Dom got up to scramble back into the living room, Orlando tripping and falling over the fallen nail polish remover on the floor.

"Whoa..." Dom murmured, swallowing as he dragged Orlando to his feet.

"Um... should we be stopping them?"

"No, man. That's... that's hot."

Orlando opened his mouth to protest, but then realized that Dom was right. It was hot. Stepping into the living room, he stood behind Billy, wrapping his arms around both men, running his fingers lightly up Eric's sides.

"And you lot say I'm the slut," Orlando murmured softly, leaning around to share in the kiss, his tongue wandering into Eric's mouth.

Dominic, unsure what to do, and unwilling to join in, although perfectly willing to watch, sprawled on the couch while the two taller men kissed Billy and each other. He watched as Eric's hands skirted up Billy's button-down, raking over the material of his undershirt while Orlando pulled both shirts up and off over Billy's head, kissing the back of his neck. Eric pulled away from Billy's mouth long enough to lean right over the smaller man and kiss his own lover, the two sharing in a private moment that ended in a moan from Eric as Billy's wandering mouth found it's way between the buttons on his shirt and nipped at his chest.

"Jesus..." Eric murmured, running a hand down Billy's bare chest while his other hand threaded through Orlando's curls. Billy adeptly popped the buttons on Eric's shirt, leaving his shirt-tails hanging down below the waist of his trousers and circling his navel with one finger while Orlando reached around, bunching the shirt and pulling it down off Eric's arms, leaving the taller man bare from the waist up. With Billy's help, Eric removed Orlando's shirt as well, pressing his chest against Billy's bare back while Billy kissed the very center of Orlando's chest, his small hands tracing patterns on his back.

From the couch, Dom watched, his head tilted, a hand massaging his crotch lightly as he watched this absolute worship of his boyfriend happen. He had no problem admitting that it was hot, or that he was most certainly a voyeur, and had no qualms admitting that he wasn't at all jealous... just turned on. He watched as Eric's arms circled Billy's waist, fiddling with the button on his jeans and peeling them down over Billy's slim hips. Billy looked over at Dom, mouthing an "I love you," which Dom smiled and nodded at, mouthing back "I know."

Billy returned his attentions to Orlando, making short work of the buttons that made up the fly of his jeans and shimmying them down his long legs, tugging his boxers down afterwards. Orlando stepped out of the puddle of clothing and gave them a neat kick to the side, moaning when Billy's hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking slowly.

"Billy," Orlando gasped. "Help Eric."

"Yes," Eric said dryly. "Help Eric, because Eric surely can't get undressed all by his onesies."

"Hey, he's giving handjobs over here, don't want you missing out."

"...oh. Well then, yes. Billy, help me."

Billy let out a giggle before turning in their arms, quickly undoing the buttons on Eric's trousers and peeling them down his legs. Eric let out a sigh at the loss of the constricting clothing and gasped as Billy stroked his cock, hardening under the Scot's touch. Wrapping his arms around Billy, Eric found Orlando's cock easily, stroking it while Orlando wrapped an arm around Billy's waist, stroking him while all three gasped and moaned, mouths and free hands wandering over skin that was lightly sheened with sweat.

Dom couldn't bear it much longer. Sliding his own trousers over his hips, he took his cock in hand, stroking himself as he watched the three of them writhing and gasping against each other, closing his eyes to keep the mental image fresh in his mind. When he opened his eyes once more, he found Eric looking at him.

"Can I fuck him?" Eric asked.

"God, yes. Do whatever you want."

Eric smiled, and with the strength of his arms, he pulled both men to the floor, pulling Billy's back against his chest and tracing a finger down his spine, circling the tight muscle of his entrance with his fingertip. Billy moaned and writhed, letting out a cry when Eric's finger pushed up into him, a second one quickly following the first. Eric crooked his fingers, bumping against Billy's prostate, causing the small man to throw his head back against Eric's shoulder and moan loudly.

"You weren't kidding when you said he was a screamer, were you?" Eric said, peering over Billy's other shoulder at Orlando, who smiled and lightly stroked Billy's cock, listening to the little man mewl.

"No, no I wasn't," Orlando replied. "You never ever wonder if he's enjoying himself. Do you, Dom?"

Dom was snapped from his reverie and exchanged a knowing smile with Orlando. "No, no you don't. Wee fellow never leaves you any doubt."

Orlando and Eric exchanged another look as Eric removed his fingers from within Billy, gripping his hip as he brought him down, burying his cock within him, beginning to rock his hips slowly. Orlando shot Dom a "Get over here" look, and moved behind Eric, kissing down his broad back and teasing his entrance with his tongue. Keening softly and murmuring Orlando's name, Eric pressed Billy to the floor on his stomach, rocking his hips as he moved within Billy.

Dom, despite Orlando's offer, stayed where he was, keeping his eyes trained on Billy's face, which was contorting as he opened his mouth to let out another loud moan. Being on this side of the equation, getting to see what he looked like like this... it was almost too much. Closing his eyes as he stroked himself, he heard Billy. Heard Billy gaspingbeggingpleading to Eric. Heard Eric. Eric beggingmoaninggasping to Orlando. It was too much.

Billy dug his fingers into the carpet, writhing underneath Eric, who was expert in the way he touched. Feather-light touches down his back, small circles over his ass with his fingertips. All that coupled with the way Eric felt inside him was making him mewl and keen and gasp in ways he didn't know were possible. Behind him, Eric groaned as Orlando pressed into him, murmuring his name again as Orlando pressed his chest against his back, whispering into his ear and sucking on his earlobe.

Dom likened it to poetry in motion, poetry set to the music of sex. The way these three men moved together, the way it was unspoken between them, it was poetry. It was art.

It was beautiful.

Billy keened again then, his breath getting low and rapid in his chest, coming out in little gasps from his throat as he groaned. Dom knew the sound well. It meant Billy was close, he was reaching his peak. Eric seemed to recognize the sound, and leaned over to whisper in Billy's ear. What he said Dom never heard, but it made Billy laugh, and his orgasm came out not as a yell, but as a contented little laugh, his eyes crinkling and his mouth puckering in a smile. Eric withdrew then, exchanging a kiss with Billy before Billy crawled up onto the couch into Dom's arms, and Eric turned his attentions to Orlando.

Moving his legs around, Eric turned to face Orlando. The two smiled at one another as Eric raised and lowered himself on Orlando's cock, his strong legs wrapping loosely around Orlando's smaller frame. Pressing together, they moved as one, Orlando's long dark hair enveloping their faces as they kissed. Taking Eric's cock in hand, Orlando stroked him slowly, his fingers occasionally skirting lightly over him before grasping him once more.

Billy, sated and tired, snuggled into Dom's arms, resting his head against Dom's chest with a smile. Dom smiled down at him and kissed his forehead, tightening his hold with his arms as Billy watched the other two through his hooded eyes, that same small smile still dancing on his lips.

"Love you, Bill," Dom murmured softly.

"Love you too, Dom," Billy murmured back.

Eric and Orlando had forgotten anyone else was in the room, so focused were they on one another. Orlando splayed his hands over Eric's back as the larger man moved, bringing his lips to his neck and bitingsuckingnipping softly, which caused Eric to groan. Eric, for his part, leaned forward, taking Orlando's earlobe between his teeth, sucking there and toying it between his teeth, which made Orlando buck his hips and moan softly.

"...Close?"

"Yeah..."

Billy and Dom couldn't tell who said what, but that was no matter. Soon, soft moans filled the air as one, then the other, came. Together. Looping their arms around each other, they shared private sentiments, murmuring against each other's lips before kissing again and parting. Eric looked around, looking at the sated man laying on the couch in the arms of his lover; looking at his own lover, who was curled up with his head in his lap, fingers absentmindedly tracing over his thigh.

"You boys sure know how to welcome a guy into your secret club!" He said, chuckling and pulling the hobbits down to the floor, enveloping all three of the smaller men in his arms.

Dom chuckled as he cuddled in. "You haven't seen anything yet, mate. Wait 'til Lighe is here too. That kid's an animal."

"Then I guess I'll just have to stay tuned for part two!"

Everyone laughed, and everyone snuggled in, content with the nearness of each other.