Trio

by Vivi and Nienor

"I'm watching you, Lij."

Great, it was Orli, and he had beer on his breath. Elijah leaned against the wall and gave him what he always thought of as his Good Son look, the one that said butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"Something's up." Orli didn't buy the Look. "You haven't wanted to sit down all day. You squirmed for two hours in Feet. And now here you are, leaning against a wall to drink your beer while everybody else has a table. What's the matter? Did Sean catch you raiding his fridge and give you a spanking?"

"Shut the fuck up, asshole."

"Hell, no. Not till you tell me what's going on."

"Don't spill that!" Lij yelped and danced out of the way.

"I'm gonna pour it down your neck."

"Gentlemen." Viggo passed on his way back to his table from the bar; he had his own beer in a glass, not a bottle. "Behave yourselves."

"Lij has ants in his pants."

"Does he?" Viggo raised an eyebrow.

"Fucking wanker."

"You just wish you were British," Orli smirked. "Try it on somebody who's impressed."

Lij squirmed again, and his face went red.

"Look!" Orli pointed an unsteady finger. "That's what I'm talking about. What the hell's wrong with him, Viggo?"

"I would say," Viggo took a long smooth pull at his beer, "That he acts like a man with a plug up his ass."

Orli goggled and Lij turned the color of a stoplight. "Viggo, you--" Orli stopped, considering Lij's glowing crimson face. Viggo tilted his head politely.

"How would you know?!" Orli challenged.

"Viggo..." Lij whined, plaintive.

"Because I put it there," Viggo replied implacably, and Elijah did an excellent impression of a beet.

"You WHAT?" Orli yelped loud enough that much of the bar fell silent and stared that them.

"Jesus, Viggo, just tell everyone."

"I wasn't. Orli was the one trying that."

"Holy shit. No, no way. You two are fucking with me."

"Not yet." Viggo looked him up and down. "But it could be arranged."

Lij and Orli stared at him, and Viggo drained his beer. "Elijah, finish your beer right away and come up to my room." He sauntered out, nodding politely to a few of the crew.

Orli stared as Elijah took a swig of his beer. "Are you going?"

Lij shrugged. "Yeah."

"But he just told you like, like--"

"Yeah." Lij's eyes glinted dangerously. "So what?"

Orli sputtered. "So... so you're going?"

Lij put down his beer without answering and turned to follow Viggo.

"Dammit, that's no answer. Come back here!"

Lij ignored him; Orli wasn't fucking this up. No way. He just didn't understand, that was all.

He could hear Orli clattering after him as he punched the button for the elevator. "Wait just a fucking minute, goddammit, Lij!"

The door opened, and a family stepped out, the husband giving Orli a nasty look, and the wife shepherding her daughter protectively near the wall; Orli gave them a wan smile and slipped into the elevator just as the door closed.

"Let's talk about this. Tell me what's going on, at least. Come on."

"Look. I don't make Viggo wait, okay?"

Orli blinked.

"Would YOU make him wait?"

"You got me there," he said slowly. "But... Lij, if you can't sit down...."

"My business," Lij cut him off sharply. He dug into his pocket for the key for the penthouse level and turned it in the lock.

"I'm gonna give that asshole a piece of my mind."

"You're gonna wind up giving him a piece of your ass if you don't get off this elevator."

"Like hell!"

Lij just raised his eyebrow and ignored Orli for the rest of the ride.

Orli steamed visibly, muttering, and pushed through the elevator doors first, heading for Viggo's penthouse. "Now, you look here!" He burst through the door.

"No, you look." Viggo was there, waiting, and his hand caught Orli square in the chest. "What goes on between consenting adults is none of your fucking business. Lijah is twenty-one." He pushed Orli up against the wall, and Orli's breath rushed out of him in a whoosh. "And it looks to me like he came up here because he wanted to. Didn't you?"

"You didn't chain me up and drag me, anyway." Elijah sounded sarcastic, and Viggo spared him a glare.

"Now you can stay and play, or you can get the fuck out, but if you stay, you play." Viggo held Orli's eyes. "And you do what I tell you."

Orli swallowed; looking like he was having a hard time breathing. Viggo eased back, a warning light in his eyes, and Orlando stayed still. After a long moment, Viggo walked over and closed the door.

"Elijah, take your clothes off."

"In front of HIM?"

"Pretend it's your trailer."

"I don't just undress in front of anybody, not even in my trailer."

"That's not what Dom says."

"Shut up."

"You shut up."

Orli blinked. "Guys, I--"

"Shut up!" Two glares fixed him against the wall.

Lij shrugged out of his tee-shirt, feeling their eyes on him.

"Little bird-bones," Viggo rumbled. "Little shoulders like a girl's."

"Fuck you." Lij felt his nipples harden.

"Little cunt."

Orli licked his lips, then looked embarrassed, but kept his mouth shut.

"Fuck you."

"Little cunt. Little whore." Viggo savored the words. "You aren't naked yet."

Lij worked his button fly with one hand, glaring at Viggo, feeling Orli's eyes on his chest.

"I think I'll make you wear panties," Viggo murmured, thoughtful. "To remind you you're my little cunt."

"Like hell you will." Lij trembled with heat anyway, and pushed his jeans down his hips.

"You guys are so fucked." Orli's voice was shaky, and Lij cut a glance at him; his jeans were starting to fill out-- nicely, too.

"Not yet." Viggo stepped close to Elijah. "But one of us is going to be."

"Two of us." Elijah bared his teeth at Orli.

Viggo laughed. "It looks that way."

Orli just shivered and bit his lip.

Elijah kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans, shaking them vaguely toward a corner, then stepped on the toes of his socks and dragged his feet out of them one at a time.

Orli's breath hissed through his teeth, and Lij felt a flare of heat; he'd seen the marks in the mirror-- marks from Viggo's hands, from his teeth. A big bite mark at the crease of his ass and his left thigh, with a tender purple bruise sucked in the middle of it. Fingerprints on the pale skin over his hipbones and his shoulder blades. Fading bluish teeth prints scattered over his ass in a precisely casual pattern.

"Bend over and grab your ankles." Lij glared at Viggo but obeyed, listening to Orli moan through his teeth.

"That's it." Viggo handled him possessively, a big rough hand covering Lij's shoulder and sliding over his back, cupping the curve of his ass. Lij felt his cock start to harden, bobbing against his thigh, and Viggo took his balls in one palm and squeezed them just hard enough to make him gasp.

"Fuck!"

Viggo squeezed harder, and Lij shuddered.

"Aw, Jesus," Orli muttered, his hands toying with the button of his jeans.

Lij started to sweat as Viggo's grip tightened in torturous stages. "God damn you," he spat. "Stop it."

Viggo ignored him, and reached to turn the plug inside his body.

Lij felt his head swim; he couldn't breathe like this and Viggo knew it. "Hurts!" he whined, and his cock tingled.

"Suck it up," Viggo whispered, moving the plug inside him again. "Suck it up and deal, little cunt."

"Fucking... COCKSUCKER," Lij rasped. He'd be feeling the shape of Viggo's fingers on his balls all night.

Orli's hands were moving on denim, Lij could hear it, a low, rough scrabble just behind the roaring of his pulse in his ears.

"Viggo, you're hurting him." Uneasy tone, husky.

"He likes it. Don't you, little cunt?"

Elijah bleated as Viggo's fingers tightened again. "JESUS FUCK!"

"I'm taking the plug out," Viggo warned, and Lij staggered, whimpering, as it slid out of his body. He nearly fell, but Viggo let go his balls and his hard, hairy arm slid around Lij's belly.

"Stand up."

Lij did, staggering and clinging to him, spots dancing in front of his eyes.

"Lie down." Viggo eased him onto the bed. "And when you feel better, go clean yourself up."

Lij lay panting, sweat cooling all over him, and shut his eyes.

A thud, the plug falling into a towel.

"Holy shit, lookit the size of that thing." Orli sounded so reverent Elijah wanted to laugh.

"Last chance to leave." Viggo's voice was like snakeskin on silk.

"Like I'm gonna leave and let you just treat him like that with nobody here to make sure he's all right?" A ring of false bravado.

"Then get out of those jeans."

"Look, man, you can't push me around like that. I'm not some little boy who needs a daddy to--"

A thud. A gasp. A zipper.

"Get out of those jeans."

"You fucking--"

A wet sound. Mouths. Harsh breathing through nostrils. Lij cracked his eyelids. Orli, one wrist in each of Viggo's hard hands, pressed against the wall well over his head. His jeans at his knees, and his underwear, too. Viggo, still dressed, grinding against him hard.

"Elijah." Viggo broke the kiss, and didn't look back at where he lay, sneaking a peek. "I told you. Go get cleaned up."

Lij obeyed, staggering a little on wobbly knees. There was an attachment on the shower; cleaning up was easy. He used the toilet and flushed, trying to listen to Viggo and Orli. "What the hell are you two doing out there?"

"Shut up!" Viggo called in, and Lij swore, stepping into the shower. He hurried, impatience singing in his veins, and toweled himself hastily when he was done, stepping out.

Orli was naked, and Viggo's shirt was open. Viggo had him pushed up against the wall, kissing him. Hhe chewed Orli's mouth methodically, ignoring his whimpers. He still had one wrist in each hand, but he let Orli go when Elijah cleared his throat.

"You fucking don't need me." Lijah knew he sounded jealous and pathetic.

"Orlando." Viggo stared at him. "You don't have permission to touch Elijah. Is that clear?"

"I don't know what makes you think--"

"Is that clear?"

"All right, all right!" Orli glared at him. Elijah snickered.

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you," Viggo stared at him.

"Done what?"

"Laughed."

"I'm not laughing!"

"You were."

"I'm not!"

"You won't be."

"I got cleaned up, like you said."

"Don't change the subject." Viggo reached inside the waistband of his jeans and adjusted himself, leisurely.

Elijah watched, his mouth watering. "I didn't change the subject. The conversation was over."

"It is now." Viggo stroked himself underneath the worn denim, and Lij realized he probably wasn't wearing any undershorts.

"Do you know how many fans you'd traumatize if they knew Aragorn didn't wear skivvies?"

"They'd like it as much as you do."

"And maybe Boromir wears a girdle."

"And Frodo's going to be wearing panties." Viggo glided forward, graceful and confident.

"You didn't mean that." Lij wheedled.

"Pink ones."

"No!"

"Lace."

"But I gotta share my trailer with Dom!"

"Dom's seen worse."

"Dom's worn worse," Orli commented, and earned twin glares.

"So have you, I bet," Viggo grinned at Orli like a wolf, and Orli shut up.

"You're stalling, Elijah," Viggo murmured thoughtfully. "It's time for you to suck my dick now."

Lij tried not to lick his lips; he made a face instead. Orli uttered a plaintive whimper.

"Which shall we do tonight?" Viggo took himself out; he was hard and dark with blood. He stroked his cock, working the foreskin over the head. "I could come on your tongue. I could come on your face."

Lij tried not to squirm. "Fucker."

"I could come on the floor, and you could lick it up."

"Asshole."

"I knew you'd like that one."

Viggo stepped gracefully out of his jeans and walked forward, handling his cock. "Move. I want Orlando to see."

Lij sat down and scooted to one side on the mattress.

"No. On your knees, on the floor."

He got on his knees, mumbling curses. "You could've got carpet, you know. You're the star. You're the King. Why the hell did you want hardwood?"

"I like hardwood."

Orli snickered.

"You like it too." Viggo stepped in again, and painted a slow line of salty fluid across Lij's lower lip with the tip of his cock. "You like sucking my dick."

"And you like being a goddamn prick."

"We should all do what we're good at."

Lij licked his lip even as he looked up, snarling defiance. "I'm not sucking your goddamn dick."

"Close your eyes."

He did, and flinched anyway when the tip of Viggo's cock touched each of his eyelids in succession.

"So pretty. So pretty with come on your face, little cunt. So pretty in pink lace panties, like a girl." Viggo sounded dreamy.

"I'm gonna kill you if you develop that film."

"I'll make a fortune selling prints."

"Goddammit, Viggo, quit teasing." Orli practically whimpered.

"If you can't hold it, you're responsible," Viggo snapped. "Quit beating off, and maybe you'll last a while."

"He's right. You're an asshole." A chair creaked as Orli flopped into it.

"Lijah, open your mouth." Viggo ignored Orlando, touched Elijah's cheek, and ran his fingertips under his jaw. Elijah did, mouth watering for the taste of salt. He left his mouth half-open, enjoying the sensation of the blunt head of Viggo's cock nudging it open. Viggo's fingertips curled around his ear.

He let his cockhead rest on Lij's tongue for a long minute, just breathing, and Lij held still till he got sick of it, and then bit down lightly. Viggo's fingernails dug into the skin of his throat. "Want more?" He sounded breathless. "Fine."

Viggo slammed his hips forward as Elijah opened his jaw, and Elijah whimpered, his eyes watering as Viggo's cock hit the back of his throat, then slid deeper.

"I like fucking your face," Viggo whispered. "Suck me. Come on, Lij." He drew back and plunged again, and Elijah swallowed him down. Viggo paused; he couldn't breathe, struggling around the hot bulk in his throat, struggling not to bite.

He finally managed to suck, and Viggo drew back, letting Elijah pull in a shuddering breath before he rammed home again, his dark pubic hair tickling Elijah's nose. "Lipstick next time," Viggo stroked rough fingers through his hair. "Pink lipstick on your little girl's mouth. Pink lipstick on my cock."

He pulled out, letting Elijah breathe, and traced his lips again. "Maybe eye shadow, too, and mascara. And more pictures." He sounded breathless. "Rouge on your nipples, Lijah. I like the taste of it." He pushed against Lij's lips again, and rammed home deep. Elijah sucked hard, looking up to meet Viggo's hazy, burning gaze. He dared to lift his hands, cupping the hard muscle of Viggo's hips, tracing the cleft, not quite daring to dip inside.

Viggo swore briefly and caught the back of his head, holding him still, and pumped his cock in and out, hard. Elijah dizzily glimpsed Orli, his eyes wide as a hobbit's, sitting with one leg thrown over the arm of Viggo's easy chair, his olive-headed cock in his fist. "Jesus," he moaned, and Lij would have moaned too, if he had breath.

"Fuck..." Viggo breathed-- one sour pulse on Lij's tongue, another on his face, and then Viggo had his cock in his hand, pointed toward the floor, pearl pulsing out of it in ragged jets.

"That took talent," Lij muttered sarcastically, and wiped his cheek.

"Lijah." Viggo's voice sharpened. "You know we don't waste that."

Elijah sighed elaborately and licked the heel of his palm, more bitter taste flooding into his mouth. He curled his tongue around his fingers, enjoying the way Orli looked at him like he'd squeak if he talked.

"The floor, Lijah." Viggo crooned.

"I'm not licking your fucking floor," Lij tasted the words like come, curling his mouth around them, caressing.

"Lick the goddamn floor. Lick it up." Viggo's hand settled on his jaw, sliding around to his neck, forcing him down.

Lij struggled-- really he did, thrashing and spitting curses, but Viggo's hands were like iron and in moments his cheek was on hardwood parquet, an iridescent spatter in front of his eyes. Viggo's knees stayed just out of focus two feet away. "Lick it up, you little whore," Viggo sang, a vibrant monotone, and Lij whimpered, his tongue straining out of his mouth, its edge scraping along the dusty wood.

The pressure eased; he licked softly, lifting himself to hands and knees, bending like Gollum; he licked till he only tasted floor varnish, then moved, and licked again, his whole tongue flat, his ass in the air. Flat round speckles like shining dimes. Dirt and wax and salt.

"Oh, my, GOD." Orli moaned. "Oh, Jesus, Viggo. Look at him. Look at him."

"Good boy, Lij." Viggo's hard knuckles trailed down his spine to his ass. "Clean it up."

Lij kept licking till he couldn't find anymore, and then he rested on hands and knees, panting and trembling, his mouth open.

"That was very good." Viggo's fingers closed in his hair, pulling him up. "Now rest. And watch." He turned his back on Elijah, rounding on Orli. "It's your turn, I think," he mused.

"I'm not licking the floor!"

"Not today, maybe." Viggo walked quietly around Orlando's chair, and Lij watched Orli's eyes follow him as Orli struggled to stay still. "I've been thinking about this for a long time," Viggo murmured, touching Orli's dark curls. "So long I'm not sure what to do next."

Orli sank back into the chair and looked hunted. "I'll suck your cock?"

"I'll make the decisions around here."

Viggo slid his fingers into Orli's hair, tightening just enough to pull his head back. "You have no idea the things I want to do to you," he said, softly, and Orli swallowed, hard.

"Hey, look, maybe this isn't such a good... ow, fuck, Viggo!"

"Shut up. You had your chance to leave."

He let go of Orli's hair, moved to trace the curve of his cheek instead, and Orli didn't move, watching him with wide eyes. "You're not a cunt, you know," Viggo said, conversationally, moving to stand on the other side of the chair. He caught Orli's chin in one hard hand, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You're a slut. You'd drop your pants for anyone, wouldn't you?"

He tried to shake his head and Viggo's grip tightened viciously. "No... no, I don't think..."

"You're here, aren't you," Viggo's voice deceptively light. "You watched Elijah suck me off, and you wished it was you, on your knees."

Lij made a soft protesting sound behind them, and both of them looked, Orli shivering and mouthing soundless protests. "You did." Viggo crooned, and he pushed a finger into Orli's mouth. He sucked it automatically, curling his tongue against the callused pad. "You wish you were that brave, don't you."

Orli hissed, furious, and closed his teeth.

"Yeah, you're a slut, but you're a chickenshit one," Viggo pulled is finger free and rubbed the wet tip over one of Orli's nipples before pinching it. Orli was half out of the chair before Viggo pushed him back with a thud.

"Fuck you," Orli said, his voice thick.

"Slut," Viggo taunted, and he caught Orli's hand when he would have hit him, the two struggling against each other until he caught both of Orli's wrists and pulled, spilling him onto the floor.

Orli gasped for breath, his wrists again caught in hard hands and pinned over his head. "Jealous little slut," Viggo panted, hardly moving even as Orli bucked under him, snarling curses. A sudden slap shut him up, and he fell limp, looking at Viggo with stunned eyes.

"Truth hurts, doesn't it," Viggo smirked.

Orli blinked rapidly for a moment before closing his eyes, unresisting as Viggo lowered his head and gently kissed the reddened handprint on his cheek. "Shh, it's all right," he murmured, at once soothing and unrelenting. "You're a slut, and a bitchy one at that. But I'm going to fuck you anyway."

"You didn't slap Elijah."

"I spank Elijah." Viggo sounded imminently reasonable. "You're older. And more of a slut."

Orli squirmed, protesting the word, but his dick betrayed him, nudging the inside of Viggo's thigh.

"Mmmmmmmm. Hold still." Viggo leaned in and licked his cheek, tongue uncomfortably hot and raspy against the welt of his handprint.

Elijah took advantage of the distraction to wrap his fist around his cock-- Viggo made him feel awfully insecure about his size, and Orli wasn't much better-- but they were fucking hot, lying tangled on the floor.

"Elijah. Stop that." Viggo's voice cracked like a whip.

"Dammit!" He snatched his palm back like he'd been burned. "How do you expect me to just watch?"

"I have something in mind for you. Be patient." Viggo climbed off Orli's belly and got to his feet. "Get up."

Orlando struggled to his ass, then onto his knees, glowering.

"Stuck-up elf." Viggo sounded absurdly fond.

"Filthy human."

And then the two of them were laughing, Orli's head tossed back, his belly tight, its muscles tensing beautifully through each spasm of laughter.

"Get up. I want you to bend over the table." Viggo hauled Orli up onto his feet. "No, like this."

Viggo helped Orli settle his hips over the edge of the table, tucking his hard cock uncomfortably under his stomach. "Lij. Come here."

"I don't like the looks of this." Lij got up anyway.

"Liar." Orli's position muffled his words.

Viggo just laughed. "I'm going to fuck Orli till he screams. You'd know about that, wouldn't you?"

Lij shivered. "Yeah," he mumbled. "What do you need me for?"

"We used up all the lube." Viggo ran his hand down Orli's back. "I want you to open him up."

"What?" Lij recoiled.

"What?!" Orli tried to lift himself, but Viggo held him down. "This wasn't the bargain! You were gonna fuck me, not him!"

"Shut up." Viggo pushed Orli down with a thump, snagging Lij's arm with his free hand. "Lick him open, little cunt."

"No way!"

"God, that's disgusting!" Orli closed his thighs.

"Spread your legs, Orlando."

After a moment's patient prying, Orli let Viggo's hands spread him open; the air was cool on his asshole and his balls.

"Yeah, thanks, man, you're really protesting here. You're really trying," Lij snarled.

Orli lifted his head. "Shut up and lick me," he decided.

"Slut."

"Cunt!"

"Lijah. Now."

"Make me." Oh, God, it felt good to dare Viggo, fear and lust and something he couldn't name that probably meant he was hotter than hell to lick Orlando's asshole flickering in his belly. Sure enough, that hard hand came down on his neck again, forcing him up against Orlando's ass. Orlando smelled like soap and sweat and musk; he had a dusting of dark hair in the cleft of his ass that tickled Lij's face damply.

"No," Lij whimpered, squirming. His cock hurt and his balls were like lead.

"Orli wants it," Viggo answered him. "His knuckles are white, and his toes are curled."

"I don't want to!"

"Do it." Viggo tongued his ear, hot and wet and nasty. "Like this." He forced Lij's head down till his lips touched the dusky olive pucker. "Do it."

Lij held his breath, struggling; Orli's thighs clamped against his neck, straining. Viggo nibbled lazily at the top of his ear, biting till it stung.

"God!" Orli's voice vibrated all through him, humming under Lij's lips. "Fucking DO it, Lij!"

He let his tongue creep out, barely poking between his lips, and then squirmed away, gasping for breath. "No!" His cheeks were wet and his cock was about to explode.

"Yes," Viggo breathed, and his big rock-solid body curled up behind Lij's, pushing him forward.

Orli's asshole spasmed against his cheek, and Viggo's vice-like hand turned his face again. "Like this. Come on." Viggo's mouth made a suckling sound and then Viggo's wet finger teased around Lij's asshole, delicate.

"I can't!" Lij gasped a half sob and opened his mouth, nosing blindly into the cleft. He licked, tasting coarse wiry hair and sweat.

Orlando keened, shuddering under him.

"Good. Good." Vibrating through his whole body from behind, that hot rasp. "Now like this." His finger threatened to breach Elijah, then pulled back, then touched him again, and Elijah whimpered, obedient; Orli tasted dark and secret and hot.

"And this." Viggo pushed his finger past the resistance, and Elijah moved like a marionette, tongue sliding into Orlando's body. Viggo's cock brushed his thigh, hard again already.

"His body tries to keep you out. Don't let it. Fuck him, Lijah. That's it." Viggo nuzzled a kiss against his nape. "Fuck him deep as you can. Lick inside, and don't let him push you out."

Lij struggled to obey; Orli's muscles were strong, and his tongue hurt and his jaw hurt and he shook in spasms. Viggo kept a slow, rhythmic pressure going inside him, his fingertips right on the button. Lij's breath whistled in his nostrils and he struggled to inflate his chest, stabbing his tongue into Orli with more confidence, working it now, working it hard, like Viggo's hard fingers inside him.

"Now lick behind his balls. Taste the sweat. That's it." Viggo let him breathe, then pushed him in again, and Elijah let his tongue lead. It went easier this time; Orli was slick with spit and starting to stretch open, starting to let him just a little deeper. Elijah closed his eyes and gave himself up, pointing his tongue and stretching. He moaned, frustrated, trying to get further in, but his tongue was too short, so he reached up and slid one finger in, too, reaching, and Orli wailed, convulsing under him, forcing his tongue out.

"Be still, goddammit," he muttered, and bit Orli's thigh hard, making him yell. Viggo laughed, rumbling against his back as he pushed in again, suddenly loving the power of it, loving the response and Orli's sheer fucking helplessness. Yes. There. Orlando fluttering and straining around his tongue and sweating against his face. Orlando's pulse beating a fast allegretto under his fingertip. Orlando keening and writhing on the table.

He pulled out to breathe, a dizzy, heady moment of air. "Get off me, you goddamn baboon," he struggled against Viggo, and reclaimed his hands, spreading Orli's cheeks, then leaned in to make him whine and writhe with deep stabs of finger and tongue, one arm over Orli's hips, pushing him hard against the table to crush his cock and balls tight.

"He's a natural, isn't he," Viggo murmured. "I never saw anything like it." He paused for a moment, tolerant when Orlando didn't answer. "Shift him forward, Elijah." He helped pull Orli over the edge of the narrow table and walked around its edge, his cock in his hand. "Suck me," he told Orli, in a tone of courteous request. Orli opened fast, then flushed with evident embarrassment.

Elijah licked up the dusky cleft of Orli's ass, trading a hot glance with Viggo, then watched Viggo sink into Orli's mouth.

"Keep him wet," Viggo snapped, and Lij nuzzled his way back down, slowly tongue-fucking Orli even as his body moved back and forth, surging and retreating on Viggo's cock. "Good." Viggo purred. "That's very good, both of you."

Orli made smothered sounds, his body hitching in time with Lij's finger inside him, and Lij added a second, but Orli hardly seemed to notice, so he pushed in a third.

"That's perfect," Viggo murmured, and Lij blinked; he didn't know when Viggo had moved, but there he was, pulling him up by one arm, and leaning in to cover his mouth, tongue licking deep into Lij, wanting Orli's taste.

"Every time I think you can't get any nastier," Lij murmured when Viggo pulled away. Viggo's cock was gleaming wet with spit, but there wasn't any condom.

"Watch and learn," Viggo moved him to one side, and drove into Orli with one fast, decisive thrust.

Orli made a sound like a curse and squeal mixed together, his hands scrabbling for the edge of the table as Viggo ground his hips down, thrusting relentlessly.

"God-- fuck, Viggo, Jesus--" Orli panted, and he nearly shrieked as Viggo slid a hand under one of his knees, yanking and forcing him upward until he had one leg nearly on the table, the other still braced against the floor.

"This is a very bad idea," Viggo told Elijah. "Remember that." He pulled back out, cock gleaming, and shoved in again fiercely.

Elijah watched, his eyes burning dully until he remembered to blink. He never saw anything so fucking hot, the table wobbling ominously but still holding their weight, Orli's voice rising until he was nearly screaming and Viggo clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Will you shut up?" he panted, and Viggo didn't make a sound as Orli clamped his teeth into his palm, muffled whimpers still escaping. Blood welled, and Lij whimpered, biting his lip.

"Slut," Viggo hissed, and shoved his cock into Orli so hard the table skittered on its rubber feet. "Lijah!"

Elijah hurried to brace it, feeling strangely diffident as he stood watching Orli's face, contorted with pain and pleasure. Viggo's fingers bit into Orli's hips-- uniformly dark, where had he found a nude beach to get that tan, and why hadn't Elijah been with him?

Viggo thrust so hard Elijah thought he might be trying to shove his whole body into Orli, his balls slapping against Orli's skin so loud Lij could hear them. He thought if Viggo gave him such a hard fucking, he'd be weeping, biting blood out of his lips, with tears and snot dripping off his nose and off his chin, but GOD, he wanted it, wanted to be reamed wide open that way, fucked and used till Viggo's muscles shuddered and sweat poured off him, fucked with Viggo's real cock, not some goddamn condom, because Viggo wanted him so much he didn't give a good goddam if it was a bad idea or not-- just pick him up and twist him into whatever position Viggo wanted and ram home hard inside him without lube or fingers or--

Orli screamed, head thrown back, tendons standing out, his nails gouging into the thin wood veneer of the table, and Viggo slammed into him once, twice, again, so hard that the table jumped and shuddered Elijah off his feet, but that was all right, because Viggo was coming, slumping forward and shivering, spending himself inside Orli's body without even uttering a groan, his mouth open and working.

"Now clean him up," Viggo rasped, and he pulled out, cock wet with semen, and collapsed into the easy chair, chest heaving for breath. Elijah crept between Orli's legs and bent to lick him clean, tasting the familiar sour tang of Viggo's come on his skin. Orlando quivered with aftershocks, panting, hardly knowing he was there.

"Move, lardass," Lij whispered, and shoved, and when Orli did, he licked the come off the table without being told, and then off Orli's belly-- it tasted saltier than Viggo's and had an acidic bite. His cock was soft, retreating peacefully into its cradle of loose skin, and Elijah stared at it with silent rage, his own cock quivering with betrayed fury, so sensitive any touch was agony.

"Orlando?"

"Nnnng."

Viggo chuckled, almost soundless. "We forgot the little cunt."

Elijah flushed angry red and looked away. "I can take care of myself." A knot rose in his throat-- he'd forced tears often enough to know when they were coming, and he blinked furiously against them; Viggo could call him a girl all he goddamn well wanted; Elijah WOULD NOT cry.

"Get over here." Viggo's voice still had plenty of whipcrack to it, even weary and purring with sated satisfaction. "In my lap. There." His hand closed around Elijah's cock and stroked it gently, when Elijah wanted anything but his gentleness; he squirmed, planting a hipbone right on Viggo's balls and making him yelp.

"I have a cramp," Orli announced, wincing, and rolled right-way up, flexing his leg. "Goddammit to fucking hell!" He scrabbled at the twisting muscle. "What the hell did you have to make me put my leg like that for?!"

"You ought to have worse than that!" Elijah snapped, trying to find a refuge in anger. "You're lucky you don't have another broken back!"

"He's feeling left-out," Viggo whispered loudly over Elijah's shoulder, and Elijah elbowed him hard in the solar plexus, managing to make it to his feet before Viggo wrestled him back down and contained both of his wrists in one hand, trapping his legs with one thigh. Like he really was a hobbit-- like it was his fault Peter picked a fucking basketball team to play the Fellowship, just to make the scale shots easier!

Orli swore, ignoring them, kneading frantically at his calf and struggling to point his toes. "GOD." He whimpered. "I won't walk for a fucking week."

"Let me GO." Elijah struggled, sweating-- he was slick with it now, and it made him slippery, and he was fast like an eel. "Let me go, you fucking pervert."

"You liked watching that, didn't you? You want it like that. Hard and fast and bareback." Viggo licked his ear lazily. "You want more than you can handle. You want to push the limits." He slid his free hand down Elijah's side and under his ass. "Whenever you're good and ready to stop struggling, Lijah."

Elijah stilled, wary. "You already came twice."

"He can count," Orlando sniped, still rubbing his leg.

"Get up and go in the bathroom. There's vaseline in the medicine cabinet." Viggo swatted his ass, and Lij obeyed sullenly, trying not to feel as eager as his body insisted.

Viggo took it from him and unscrewed the lid; the oily smell filled the air and Elijah wrinkled his nose. "Lie down across my lap." Viggo positioned him, and Elijah went as he was told, his heart beating hard-- he'd figured Viggo would just jerk him off, or maybe make Orli do it, but this....

"Look, Orli." Viggo stroked Elijah's ass, touching one of the bites. "His skin tastes good there, and he whimpers, when you bite him. I make sure that bruise lasts; he squirms when he sits on it, and I know he's mine when I see him do it. When you spank him, he writhes like a snake, and his cock gets hard against your thigh. I like to see the handprints I leave on his white ass, and between his thighs. The first time I put a finger inside him, he squealed like a girl, but now I can squeeze his balls till the tears run down his cheeks, and he'll curse at me like a sailor, but he won't try to get away, and he won't let me hear him whimper."

Elijah felt his face flaming; he turned away from Orli. Viggo's fingers painted cool Vaseline-slick lines across his ass and between his thighs. "I like to do it. I like to see how far I can push him. He's stronger than you think. Did you clean yourself, like I told you?"

Elijah nodded, biting the inside of his cheek savagely.

"Good." There was a squelching sound as Viggo dipped into the Vaseline.

"Oh, my God," Orli breathed, and Elijah twisted his head desperately, trying to see.

"What? What?!"

"Wait and see." Viggo's voice melted over him like dark chocolate-- smooth and with a harsh bite.

"He can't. Viggo, he can't."

"Can't he?" Viggo slid two fingers into him swiftly, and pressed with casual ease.

"I can!" Elijah spat. "Can what, Viggo?"

"You're as bad as Pippin." Viggo twisted his fingers, working the vaseline into his ass, letting it melt in the heat of his body, then retreated for more. Elijah squirmed, nearly growling with impatience; his cock ached.

"Jesus," Orli whispered. "Viggo, you fucking bastard, you're really going to try it, aren't you?"

Three fingers slid into Elijah, till he could feel Viggo's knuckles rough against his skin. "There is no try," Viggo reminded Orli drily, and Orli barked laughter. "Push, Lijah."

"Oh, fuck," Elijah hissed, but he pushed, and felt Viggo's fourth finger push at him, seeking its way inside, tunneling into the cradle of the three already inside him. It breached him, and he sucked air frantically, then let it explode out of his chest. Yes. Yes. Oh, FUCK, yes. "That all you've got?" He struggled, pushing backward. "Your cock's bigger than that, damn you."

"Maybe not, but the plug is." Viggo held his hips steady with one hand. "Thumb now. Breathe."

It burned, holy fucking shit, it burned, and Elijah bit his lip till he tasted blood, his knuckles white on the arm of the chair.

"How're you doing?" Calm voice, objective.

"It hurts like hell!" Elijah blurted, then bit his tongue.

"Too much?"

"Just DO it, you cocksucking faggot!"

Orli barked startled laughter. "You said it, and I didn't believe you. I ought to know better."

Viggo laughed back at him, keeping up the slow, patient pressure. "Orli, make him stop, or he'll bite through his lip when I push through."

Orli's mouth tasted like Viggo's dick and British beer; he licked at the trickle of Lij's blood like a hungry cat.

"It's coming," Viggo warned. "Push, Lijah, and breathe." The burning flared, and Lij growled into the kiss, fumbling for his head, clinging to the kiss like a lifeline. "Now," Viggo warned, and pushed hard, and the world flared white; Lij heard himself scream into Orli's mouth, scrabbling to claw purchase into Orli's skin with his stubby, bitten-down nails and failing. Fire in his ass, fire and pressure, Viggo's whole fucking ARM in him, and those hands weren't small, FUCK no--

"Lijah. Lijah. Lijah. Breathe, Lijah." Filtering into his ears from unimaginably far away, along with Orli's whimper of pain.

Air exploded into his lungs, burning like the fire in his ass, searing him with cold clean precision, sending lightning through his nerves as his frozen body moved, whooping in gasps of oxygen. "FUCK!" He could hear the sob in his voice. "Viggo, Viggo, FUCK!"

"Jesus!" Orli's voice in his ear. "Your whole hand, Viggo!"

"I bet he can take another five inches, at least," Viggo whispered. "Grease my arm, Orli."

Orli scrambled to obey, and Elijah sucked air desperately, spasming around Viggo's hand.

"You wanted it, little cunt," Viggo whispered, the hand that wasn't buried in Lij's ass smoothing over his back, and over his sweat-soaked hair. "I'll give you more, if you still want it. We're past the hard part now."

Lij's eyes crossed as he watched a crystal drop of sweat coalesce on the tip of his nose, hang trembling, and fall.

"Do it," he bleated, voice breaking. "Fucking SHUT UP and fucking DO IT!"

"He'd tell you to rip him in two," Orli's voice was hushed with awe, but Viggo was already moving, pushing deeper. The burn flared again as Viggo's arm widened; Lij shuddered like a spent horse, his flanks twitching with helpless spasms. "That's all for now, I think. I wonder how far I could put myself inside you next time," Viggo crooned. "If we keep stretching you, I bet you could take even more. Maybe you could take my arm all the way to the elbow. I've seen it done. I could reach all the way into you," his voice dropped, low and thoughtful. "And try to touch what makes you what you are."

"God, Viggo, that's creepy. It's only his ass."

Lij could almost feel Viggo's glare in the quality of the tension in his arm. "Just be ready with the goddamn lube, slut." He pulled most of his arm back out, gentling Lij with his free hand, long soothing strokes to his hips and flanks. "Relax. That's it, and we'll go again."

Lij drifted, flexing his fingers in the nap of the chair, endorphins pumping through his head in a lulling rush of sensation as Orli greased Viggo's arm and Viggo pushed again. "Another inch," soft triumph in Viggo's voice, and Lij's pride flared, fierce and hot in his chest. "Does it hurt?"

Lij shook his head, floating. "More," he whispered, his voice raw, and Viggo pushed, slow and gentle. "AH! Enough!" Pain that time, more pressure really, but a sharp warning.

"Half your fucking arm!" Orli whispered, voice shaky.

"His body curves, inside." Viggo moved, and Lij cried out helplessly at the sensation of the warm, hard, living thing turning inside him. "If I could... there." Deeper, and Elijah felt his breath start to whoop in his chest.

"No more, Viggo, really-- you're gonna kill him!" Orli's voice sharpened with distress. "What the hell are we gonna tell everybody if you kill him?!"

"It's enough," Viggo murmured thoughtfully. "Enough for now." He slid back, emptying Elijah, and Elijah finally whimpered, lost, and cried out at the flare as the wide part of Viggo's hand pulled through him, "Come on, Lijah. Come for me." The heel of Viggo's hand settled right on the button, pressing and shifting; Lij bit the arm of the chair savagely and gave it up, coming in hard, hot spurts till his balls hurt and shriveled inside him, completely drained.

He barely felt the burn as the wide part of Viggo's hand slid out of his body, leaving him empty and shivering.

"Don't try to move." Viggo lifted him tenderly, and Elijah clung to him, feeling himself lifted and laid on the bed. "Come on, Orlando."

Their mouths were hot on Lij's cock, and he didn't have the strength to moan as the sucked and licked him clean, hot rough tongues on his balls and his cockhead, sliding over the shaft. Their lean, hard bodies settled on either side of him, and he sensed them leaning together, and heard the soft sound of wet mouths meeting, as he drifted away to sleep, exhausted.

Just barely, he heard Orli say, "You really are a dick, Viggo, you know that?"

"Orli?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

-finis-

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